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I woke up wearing nothing but underwear inside of a potato sack inside of cinderblock cell inside of a bunker inside of Georgia inside of the Earth inside of the Universe. But seriously, it was a cinderblock cell with a locked metal door. I also had an electronic collar around my neck, which I discovered to my utter disappointment, was preventing me from using the benefits of my ichor.

Presently, sirens started going off and the door to my cell unlocked. My collar beeped; this was definitely concerning. I stepped out of the cell into the hallway; the other rooms remained locked but they were empty anyway. I noticed some bloody pawprints leading out of my cell so I followed them to a large opening at the end of the hall. I went to the railing and looked down and noticed a guard station one floor down (the bottom floor).

Three other people on my level looked down at the guard station. I approached the one to my left, his name was George. A third came over, named Niko. We discussed what to do for a moment while the third guy jumped down to the lower floor sneakily. We decided to head down as well and see if we could overcome the doof in the guard station.

Instead we all ended up running down the hallway, following the bloody pawprints. We had to take down two other dudes armed to the gills, but big boy Niko was able to take them. We took their stuff and headed outside, following the pawprints up to another building. We approached and scared the guard inside into running further back into the building. As he did this, Jack hax0red the lock on the building while a shining angelic figure appeared on the roof with two spear guys on his flanks. We ran into the building and shut the door as they landed on the ground.

The pawprints led us to a locker room that contained our stuff and a device that removed our gimping-collars. We only found a portion of our gear before Angel-dude burst in. I had my Jaguar Boys out and ready for action, and we all swarmed the big dude. Jack handicapped him with the gimping-collar, while I coordinated a set of attacks on the big dude. Angel dude exploded in a giant fireball as we all stabbed him at once, and we all dove for cover to keep from being singed.

The boys took care of the two spear guys that came with the angel, and they we collected up the rest of the gear and went to jail-break the other people locked in our prison sections (none in mine, but some in others). Between our other compadres, we were able to acquire a bus and head down out of the mountains and back into town while a giant fire dragon we now saw ripped the bunker-prison apart.

A few days later, I got a call to go to a local starbux at a certain time. I was a little alarmed by this, but it was a public enough place, so I figured I'd at least go check it out. Some Mexican guy named Jorge, along with Jack, George, and Niko showed up as well. Jorge informed the lot of us that our divine parents had volunteered us to go take care of some bid'ness in Afghanistan. Specifically, some greek relics left by Alexander the Great were discovered in some blown up buddha statues; we needed to find these relics.

George squirreled us up some air transportation, Niko got us some ground transportation and other gear, and I worked the political angle to see if I couldn't get us around having to go through security once we landed.