Prolog

It all started when I heard the tallest were planning Impending Doom II. Since I played a somewhat important role in ID1 I knew it wouldn't be long before they asked for my help. It was just the end of my shift when Red called me over. I already knew what was coming when I saw that smirk creep across his face. The tallest knew about the whole situation in ID1, they also knew that having all that stress again might kill me. آپ see I basically planned the entire ID1 strategy and all that hard work, the months of planing, flushed down the drain after he decided to دکھائیں up.

After Zim decided to دکھائیں up. Thank Irk he was banished to Foodcourtia! I begged but it was no use, they made their final decision then dismissed me. On my way to my room I overheard two bridge officers talking Zim. I stayed behind the corner hoping not to be noticed and to hear the rest of what they were saying. From where I was I couldn't understand the whole thing, barely making out bits and pieces of the conversation. My face turned white when I heard one mention... helping him?

I couldn't believe what I just heard! NO ONE EVER WANTS TO HELP ZIM. Before I could hear مزید the one closest to me turned and I darted to my room. Dang it! Dang it! Dang it! I knew it but now I have to do something, I just can't have that risk! The odds are always stacked against me!

"Maybe it wasn't true!" I argued to myself as my mind set into that phase again. "Maybe it is... I don't know! I can't freaking risk it that's all I know."

Since the tallest won't go for my excuse there's only one thing left to do. I need to get out of here. That night I planned and reasoned that maybe there was another way out but all hopes were crushed when I realized ... there wasn't


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