Nox received his reply from the slig (Patrick), taken aback slightly.
he's startin' somethin' Nox, oh yeah...yeah, he's really tryin' to push your buttons! do 'im over, son! show 'im what vets are made of! go on!!
Nox tried his best to push these sadistic thoughts from his mind without shaking his head, and scowled slightly.
"well, the names Nox, and i aint one of these youngsters, if thats what your thinking. i served in the 'D&M' 3 year war, from start to finish about 5 years ago, with a few memoirs too," Nox turned slightly, showing 2 white lines along his shoulder, "bullet graizes, got too close to an enemy trench," Nox then proceeded to point out an irregularity on his chest, accompanied by a long thin scar, "2 ribs removed, i got a good beating in a Detention Centre by CO sligs and batons, just after the war ended. some scars are mental, aswell as physical though, know what i mean?" Nox said in a dark manner, tapping the side of his head, his weary state showing through.
I was in 'The Charge of Bunker D-14', 'Re-Take of Outpost 21', and others. anyway," Nox continued, suspiciously, "if you are a war vet, you should of been given a tattoo like this one," Nox raised his right forearm to show a detailed black tattoo, "Glukkons order all war vets to receive this tattoo if they serve in any kind of enduring war. if you are, thank fuck! there's not many of us left! and we could sure teach these young 'uns a few things from times-gone-by! well...are yeh?".
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