Letras:Graf Orlock. Game Time.

We're getting juked, we're gonna die, he's alive, he's paralyzed. I want you to lay down a suppressing fire with incinerators, and fall back by squads to the apc over? Maybe you haven't been keeping up on current events but we just got our asses kicked well what the fuck are we supposed to do, man? We're in some real fucking prety shit now. Well somebody is just going to have to go out ther.e. Take a portable terminal and go out there. Plug it in manually. Oh Right, with the running around No way