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>>3794284I'm still putting it together, but I'll send over the first few snippets for now.
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I will name project "Deniel".
▶ №3794296[Quote]>>3794314
OFFICE, EVENING
The person seeking employment is a 60-year-old woman with gray hair, black glasses, and a gray sweater worn over a white shirt.
>Marvin Daniel Lotter. I see that after 23 years of service in the United States Marine Corps overseas, you decided to pursue a civilian career?
Matthew Daniel Lotter looks like Mr. Birchem from the pilot
<That is true. After all, I did not pursue a military career to secure the kind of state handouts that various scumbags take advantage of, but rather to defend my homeland against its enemies. My beloved was died in the Oklahoma City bombing, and I swore to her that I would protect my country and its armed forces from external threats. I actually seriously considered going to fight, but it was too terrifyingafter all, almost all my friends had been killed, and we were suffering heavy losses. If I were gone, who would take my place? There aren't that many true patriots in our country, seeing as half the people are either opposition lackeys or deceitful morons, who say they are patriots, but that is not the case.
>I understand you, but since you mentioned patriotism, are you aware that a new chapter began in this country in 2015 one that fundamentally altered the familiar routines and norms of our daily lives? Even though you served outside the U.S., you need to know this to avoid running into problems down the road.
<As for problems? The only real trouble I could face is if my loved ones got hurt, but my wife and parents are dead, my partner is dead, and almost all my friends are dead so what do I have left to lose? It makes more sense for me to just adapt to my current situation; All the more reason I bought myself an apartment not the best one, since prices have gone up, but at least it's something. My CO told me that New York has become the safest city in the world these days, and Brooklyn is so clean that the rats are turning into fat hamsters or something like that. Besides, the money I got from my army service and my pension will easily cover insurance and other expenses.
>I'm afraid that all military personnel-even those who didn't go to war-are no longer receiving their pensions, and you should be aware of this, given the values our country is trying to uphold these days.
<In what sense?
>What's the point? You should read the news more often if you're talking about patriotism, otherwise this is, let's say, "blind patriotism," especially since we're already closing. Come back if you need anything else.
STREET, EVENING
Marvin walks out of the office
>"blind patriotism". She doesn't even know what my collective had to go through. and yet she…
Marvin's Ideas on the Street
Homeless people, wrapped in old, tattered blankets, loiter by the wall under the bridge
<Hey, man! Got some spare cabbage?
>Who are you, exactly, that gives you the right to my savings?
<We are, in fact, combat veterans. In 2017, our pensions were revoked, and state-run entities subsequently seized our property and land; we were accused of "war crimes" and, under threat of imprisonment in maximum-security facilities, were coerced into surrendering all our private property to the state.
~And this is despite the fact that we all voted for a Republican president, believing he would guarantee our comfort; yet things have actually gotten worse, because the state we are in does not have the legal authority to follow the central government's policies.
>Hey? By the way, have you ever been to that building?
+Didn't you fight for the freedom of our country?
>No! I mean… Damn! I just…
-You liberal cocksucker. We were losing limbs and tearing ourselves apart, while you were literally acting like a slut. Now you're going to find out what it's like to live without limbs!
>Aaaaaaahhh!
Marvin hurried to get into the taxi
>Get out of here as fast as you can! They want to fuck me!
<what "fuck me"?
>Kill! Do they want to kill!
<What you mean?
>Just floor it and drive to Brooklyn!
The car drives away. The pursuers are out of breath.
CAR INTERIOR, NIGHT
>Was it really so hard for you to understand that they wanted to hurt me?
<I thought you were having an orgy specifically a BDSM style one. After all, people these days often use certain words in such different contexts that they don't even get triggered by them anymore.
>Of course, you probably couldn't care less that people like me are defending our land from an external threat.
<What do you mean?
>That I served abroad for 23 years to provide for you, while my salary just like that of all military personnel…
The taxi driver brings the car to a sudden stop and opens the door for Marvin.
<To spare me the sight of you, people like you should have been executed at Nuremberg. Get the hell out of here, bigot.
Marvin gets out of the car and walks along the street.
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>>3794284FUCK OFF, dickhead!
▶ №3794301[Quote]>>3794302
im the real D-Port btw
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ok you win this time nigger
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>>3794302GEEEEEEEG BRO FORGOT FLAG
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>>3794296cmon, dude. the first time orange speaks, its just a block of exposition cheddar cheese!
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>I understand you, but since you mentioned patriotism, are you aware that a new chapter began in this country in 2015 one that fundamentally altered the familiar routines and norms of our daily lives? Even though you served outside the U.S., you need to know this to avoid running into problems down the road.
come the fuck on
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I marked the signs as best I could.
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>>3794336truly, not the problem. whatever that may mean
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>>3794339BROOKLYN, NIGHT
Marvin walks along the streets. He reaches the Brooklyn apartment he is looking for. In the building entrance, he sees a flyer advertising a dishwasher job at a cafe and takes one of the leaflets. He opens the apartment door , takes off his shoes and outdoor clothes, and lies down on the old, creaky, piss-stained bed.
DINER KITCHEN, MORNING
Marvin is washing dirty, greasy dishes with a wet, dirty sponge.
The kitchen is in a state of chaos - people take food out, then bring the dirty dishes back to be washed.
>After 23 years of military service, i'm became a dishwasher! You wouldn't wish this even on an enemy; Saddam Hussein is probably laughing from up in the heavens rather than turning over in his grave.Bernard appears. A gay of about 25 with stubble on his chin and strikingly dark eyelashes.
>hello baby-shmakies! How are you doing, fucky shpaky!<Everything is great here, Bernard! We're glad to see you!>Oh! Fuck God!Marvin looks at Bernard with bewilderment and contempt.
>Who even talks like that? Shouldn't the current authorities who sought to promote the idea of traditional values be keeping an eye on such outrageous be…One of the workers throws a yellow rag in his face.
<Keep your trap shut and get back to work, fobbitMarvin removes the cloth from their face and nervously scrubs the plate with a sponge.
Bernard is fooling around.
Marvin drops a plate and walks nervously toward the head chef.
>Sorry to bother you, but why isn't this person doing aanything<He is gay and has the right to engage in such activities, since it is a matter of vital importance to him, and…>I don't care! Why, for instance, do I have to wash dirty, greasy dishes scrubbing off all those damn germs for mere pennies, while someone else sits there acting like a total nutcase just because of their "non-traditional orientation"? Honestly, I don't care what kind of person he is; I just don't want him to be slacker!<This shouldn't concern you at all. You ought to be thanking yourself for not going to war; otherwise, you'd be lying by the curb like a villain, rotting like a villain, because you are a villain, and villains deserve the worst.>What kind of childish babble is this? You're a grown, responsible adult! You could have called me "queer" or a "fag"…<That's it! I can't stand your fascist antics anymore! Get out of here, or I'll call the right people.>"Right people? Why not the police? Or were the police stations subjected to racketeering and…<I'd rather kick you out myself.The chef aggressively grabs Marvin and leads his to the exit with a kick in the ass. He nearly falls from the impact, shakes off the dust, and walks down the street.
