(ACCEPTED AFTER ALL) mobile church on legs - spencer

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  1. maxi

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    A cold, pulsating sweat engulfed Spencer as he rocked out of bed. Another nightmare from the era of old. The disgruntled and worn ceiling stared back at him, nothing else; no gunfire, no pulse rifles, no grenades. Spencer stood up, rocking his cross and garbs. Today was the day.

    The door clicked shut behind him, and Spencer set off down the snow-trodden road. Snow. A sight not seen in many years in the states, combine energy grids fucked with the atmosphere- something like that. Boot prints left in the snow became symbolic for freedom and after a short trek, he'd arrived.

    "Today?"

    "Today."
    "You sure no one else wants this job?"
    "Of course they don't."
    A pause
    "You know we had to pick volunteers - volunteer for you."
    "You need a chaplain."
    "We need a chaplain."
    "Should I mourn their corpses? Piss on them?"
    "Send them to God. Only place these boys are going."
    Happy conversation. The officer slid over some brown papers, collecting dust as they skirted across the church benches. His home, really. The military had no right to be taking his job, to be taking home and connection to God. He walked out from the pew and left the church, offering the ""second lieutenant"" a final stare. The church gawked at him as if begging his return; there would be none.

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    Spencer walked out, sitting on the bench dedicated to his late grandfather, dated 2001. 'Arthur Spencer', a wise man- long gone. Spencer held the brown paper and stared at it, stamped on it was his service record and next commandment. One of ten. One of ten. One of ten.

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    The order no man wanted to receive, maybe save for Spencer. If it meant time, truly away from the feds, time with truly genuine people then he'd accept. If he could give his brothers consolidation and lead them God, then he would gladly go. He could, and he went.

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    The train gradually set off from the relocation depot, Spencer prayed and started to consolidate his mortality. The Nevada fields were known for being exactly as they were pre-war. His only mission? Keep his comrades sane, their return was optimal but not necessary. His mental state was overburdened enough. Chaplaincy.

    He had a long ride ahead.

    He had a long ride ahead.

    He had a long ride ahead.

    He had a long ride ahead.

    He had a long ride ahead.

    He had a long ride ahead.

    Praise be to God.

    Praise be to God.

    Praise be to God?





    cant take this job anymore man too many deaths cant take this job anymore man too many deaths cant take this job anymore man too many deaths cant take this job anymore man too many deaths cant take this job anymore man too many deaths cant take this job anymore man too many deaths cant take this job anymore man too many deaths cant take this job anymore man too many deaths cant take this job anymore man too many deaths cant take this job anymore man too many deaths







     
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    FLASH: AT 1740HOURS A MALE GUNMAN IN TOLEDO OPENED FIRE ON A US ARMY BASE

    THE GUNMAN IS YET TO BE IDENTIFIED

    ...

    GUNMAN IS IDENTIFIED AS MILITARY SERVICEMAN

    AT 1834HOURS THE GUNMAN ISSUED HIS DEMANDS AND TOOK HOSTAGES

    MOTIVE: RELIGIOUS EXTREMISM

    ...

    1900HOURS S.W.A.T. TEAM BREACHES COMPOUND ASSISTED BY MILITARY POLICE

    DB RECOVERED AT 1921HOURS

    FATALITIES: 10 (INCLUDING GUNMAN)

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    Denied.



     
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    For 40 days and 40 nights, Spencer was crucified by the CIA.

    At least - that is who he thought they were.

    They had not told him.

    They had tortured. Beaten. Maimed. All things imaginable were done to him.

    They framed him. 'Killed' him. He was dead as far as everyone else was concerned. The whole world thought him a monster.

    They showed him the news footage. A murderer.

    Why?

    He asked God. And God did not answer. And in that silence, pain filled his whole world. This room. Its stink, its shadows. The terror of the men and their knives.

    Until one day, God answered him..



    A man stood before him. A child of Esau.

    My name is Agent Fuller.
    he said
    The man you once were no longer exists. You work for us now.

    Like Christ, Spencer had suffered. And like Christ, he would be resurrected.
    God had a plan for him after all.

    After all this time. He heard His voice. There was no longer silence.

    He was given a new name.

    He was going to Nevada.

    SPENCER

    SPC. JOSHUA QUINN

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    @Oxy[Morons] has had to depart from the event due to unforeseen circumstances. I am accepting your character to replace him. You will fulfill the same role as 'Squad Radio Operator' - with some added twists.

    RADIOHEAD: RELOADED
    You have been tortured at the hands of the United States government. This has left you severely weakened both physically and mentally.

    Expert at in all communications equipment, but ironically completely incapable of social interaction. You sometimes hear the voice of God.

    You're a terrible shot.
    Debuff to all firearm use.
     
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