Phoenix Whip
Doctors and nurses circle your crib with surprise as they write their mysterious reports in their holo pads. Maybe they are too surprised.
Dr Michael, as taciturn as bald, does not stop scratching his scalp full of psoriasis: "This child's behavioural patterns aren't normal. Look at his statistics are off the table!"
His tall companion elegantly wears one of those luxurious costumes that people are only able to buy through lucrative schemes. He looks at you as if he were appraising before finally murmuring between his diamond teeth: "You will not believe that he is a child with the chosen one syndrome?"
"A messiah? I hope not, how many deaths caused the last case a thousand years ago? The doctor simply takes his holo pad in his bony hands and asks in a clear voice" Rigoberta, How many died in the last main quest DLC? "
A computerized voice that sounds like a porn actress with bronchitis murmurs dramatically: "A billion people dead and 24 years of nuclear winter, my old cream-filled little bottle."
The man coughs ashamed, "Well, hmmm, that. However, it must be acknowledged, that most of the chosen ones are not like the one that bombed Megaton."
"You're right, they can be a saving angel. However, the less messianic people, the more stable society becomes."
Dr Michael, as taciturn as bald, does not stop scratching his scalp full of psoriasis: "This child's behavioural patterns aren't normal. Look at his statistics are off the table!"
His tall companion elegantly wears one of those luxurious costumes that people are only able to buy through lucrative schemes. He looks at you as if he were appraising before finally murmuring between his diamond teeth: "You will not believe that he is a child with the chosen one syndrome?"
"A messiah? I hope not, how many deaths caused the last case a thousand years ago? The doctor simply takes his holo pad in his bony hands and asks in a clear voice" Rigoberta, How many died in the last main quest DLC? "
A computerized voice that sounds like a porn actress with bronchitis murmurs dramatically: "A billion people dead and 24 years of nuclear winter, my old cream-filled little bottle."
The man coughs ashamed, "Well, hmmm, that. However, it must be acknowledged, that most of the chosen ones are not like the one that bombed Megaton."
"You're right, they can be a saving angel. However, the less messianic people, the more stable society becomes."