symbiotestuff

 Operation: Dragon. This a story of what can happen if all the pieces are in place. One of the most interesting things about the world is the sheer lack of appreciation for its size. The world is a big place, anything can happen. Nothing is impossible, only improbable. My name is Ethan, my friends call me Farm Fresh and I was just your typical 6’ 1” lanky college guy. I’m going to tell you a story of what happened when I was at an airsoft operation. This story may sound a little out there. Well, I have learned to keep my mind open. Never over look the unlikely or it could be costly. I found that out the hard way. But before

As I walked to the train station, I felt Talorath nip my wing. The choice was obvious. I immediately regretted saying that, as the usual torrent of questions from Talorath came. Hence, I spent a good ten minutes explaining what was GPS, and how it worked. As we approached the range, my phone buzzed. One of my shooting teammates was calling me. I accepted the call, and said, "What?" "Are you going for training today?" "Yes. Why?" "Where are you?" "Walking towards the door of the range." "Oh. Can you run? The coach is going to start her lecture now, and you are the only one left!" "OH. Ok… Running now boss." I said, as I hung up

I leaned against the doorframe, careful not to put my tail into a compromising position. Grandpa had splinted it, but I didn’t want to do anything taxing. Better not to push my luck. “I’ve gotten his name so far, but not much else. He seems to have some trouble understanding and speaking – frankly, I think just remembering his name was an effort.” I said, looking at Benjamin in the sofa. He was scanning the room with a haggard look on his face, as if he couldn’t really make heads or tails of what was happening. I can’t blame him, I suppose. Judging by his difficulty with speech, he had had either lit