.....Finally......Hope.....and I'm.....* cough* not as lost...

[b][/It has been a few years since the last attack, and I lost my last assistant, no, my son. Every time those damned heretics attack it causes me hell. Those I hold most dear die, and I have to, with help, tell their families. I've had enough.
-Hopolite Neemious, New kingdom. Now deceased....
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The director was having one hell of a day. Every minute, a new issue sprung up and he had to write and write. He wanted to go back to his experiments, but he still had to settle new recruits. He was ready to spit on the next paper he saw. Then, Deminate Hastings came in with a parchment. "What know?" he asked. "The recruits have start to arrive and need placing. If you go handle that I'll finish here."Immediately he stood up sending his chair flying"YES" and ran through the door.