04-22-2013, 03:02 AM
It was a nuke round, I was a humble botanist pursuing my life long dream to create weed with a potency of 420. I hear rpgs being fired and people screaming syndies over the radio, I panic at first, fearing for my crops. I quickly begin hoarding them all into a crate with the intent of taking them to mining in a pod and hotboxing the mining outpost whilst everyone else dies. Suddenly the east window explodes, glass and plants scatter everywhere. Two syndicate operatives stroll in, one tells me to pray. I naturally offer him some rainbow weed as a last ditch chance of staying alive to get my produce to safety. They accept to my suprise, I roll them two joints each and they light them up, then security burst in and begin tasing every living thing like mad, one syndie goes down and is promptly beaten to death, the other hops into space, still high, takes aim with his rpg, and shoots the wall next to him because he was twitching about from the weed, he explodes into gibs. Round over.