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Blizzard aside, I'd say that was well done on the Admiral's part. It's something of a relief to see on occasion that life outside the Barge simply... continues. [Why yes, that's a tiny hint of progress there, since West, at the beginning, would have NEVER FOUND THAT THOUGHT ACCEPTABLE OR BELIEVABLE. It only took two years to get that far :V] Many of our worlds may have ended, but a future still exists out there.

[He pauses, thinking. This is too hopeful; TIME TO RUIN IT.]

Still. Perhaps Infection-- or something like it-- was as imminent in that world as it was in mine. After all, the days before the outbreak were much the same as any other. Who here wonders about the worlds after we depart from them?

[OOC: Shitty shitty post, I'm sorry :c And I'm going to bed. Just wanted to get SOMETHING up. Uh, I'll probably be.. IDK. Nearly non-existent until Friday evening.]

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Dear come on, I'm too old for this Santa,

Please send Jim hurtling from the Barge or, alternately, at least allow him to remain dead if I get a chance to kill him.

I would also like my family and my men back-- although not here-- and a pair of new shoes. Also, a DVD player would be nice, preferably with some films made after my death. Good ones, mind, none of this straight to video garbage.

Also... um. A new Dungeons & Dragons book for Billy-- if there are any he doesn't own already-- and a spare set of goggles, in case that idiot Hammer breaks the ones he already has. And a.... scarf?

So I'm rubbish with gifts.

--Major Henry West

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You know, I always did enjoy Christmas. I do have happy memories of the holidays despite the constant nagging over marriage and all, but when it comes to holiday cheer... I'd really rather it be authentic, Admiral, and not manifest as a sudden compulsion to bake gingerbread men when all I wanted was a bloody glass of orange juice.

In short: Billy, I have cookies. Would you like some?