[center][color=a0410d][h1]Eastwood Evans - The Light of Reason[/h1][/color][/center]

[color=a0410d]"What the shit's a danger room...?"[/color] the runnin' back asked under his breath, sandy brows furrowed in wariness. He had taken a vitamin a week back and all of a sudden he could move like a bat outta hell and his eyes didn't have to adjust to the brightness on his phone no more. And that was a [i]vitamin[/i] to this kraut screwball. Lord on high only knew how crazy somethin' had to be if he was forthright enough to call it a goddamn [i]danger[/i] room. [color=a0410d]"Sounds like it's gonna keep me from feelin' good enough to deadlift tomorrow."[/color]

How was he supposed to go struttin' around like Hyperion in the flesh if he took a cheat day? Ain't no goddamn sense in that. 

...

Buuuuuuuuuut...

He [i]had[/i] already spoken alooooud...

Loud enough for Acheri and Soleil to say he was backin' down from this here test of a man's mettle...

[color=a0410d]"A'iiiiiiiight then. Let it not be said that Eastwood Trainwreck Evans ain't one to step up and test the minefield for good ol' team morale. I'll square up too."[/color]