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"I have found the best way to give advice to your children is to find out what they want and then advise them to do it."
~~Harry S. Truman, 33rd President of the Unites States of America
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“Capricorn! Where’s the wrench to fix the boiler unit?”
“Hmm. Oh, it’s right in between my legs.”
It was in the middle of a barren wasteland. Everything from on horizon to another was nothing but pitch yellow sand and dust gathered over the century. Believe it or not, if you compared the currention coordinates to a real world map (or you just use god old fashion google mapes), the exactly location would be in the Laurentein Abyss.
In other words, the place where a certain tank was stranded in, used to be one of the deepest parts of the ocean. The Laurentein Fan Abyss was an underwater depression in the middle of the vast ocean. Not exactly a trench as most people would believe, but rather a living underwater valley.
It has been known in the past that it was once used as a training course for submarines to use in testing out their engine speed and turning ability. It was riddles with so much high rocks and dangerous narrow turns, even Tokyo Drifters would swallow their saliva. Of course, these are legends and may or may not be real. As long as this part of history isn’t covered in black in, then it’s public domain.
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So, again, there was this tiny half-rusted tank stranded right in the bottom of the ‘Underwater Valley’, that has turned into an ‘Overdesert Crevasse’
“Seriously, we’re stuck in the middle of no where, Capricorn. Put down your rations for the day and help me fix this piece of junk! Without the main boiler pumping the steam, we’re sitting ducks!”
“You could always call for a tow tank.”
“No. They’re ridiculously expensive and will take about two days before the nearest t ow agency will come and pick us up. At this rate with limited water, we’ll b e skeletons before they come and drag us out of the sand pit.”
“Bummer. Munch. Munch.”
“What did I say about food preservation you idiot!?”
Even in the deep ‘underwater valley’ sitting in the middle of a desert wasteland, the voices of two girls could be heard very clearly. It could be due to the massive rock formation that used to survive under water, carved up by the markings of submarine propellors and torpedoes, that their their voices were booming all over. Even if you stand at the far end of the route (3.7 miles away), you can clearly hear every enunciation of these two girls’ words.
Mind you, half of them are loaded with swear words. So keep the children away from this area for now.
“Hmm? What is this hard rod I’m sitting on?”
“So that’s where the screwdriver went! Ew! You don’t wear any clothing and you were sitting on it! Digusting! It’s properly smelling with all kinds of sweat!”
“Hey. I shower every day. I make a habit to keep myself clean and tidy in case I come across a nice looking man.”
“What do you mean shower every day? We haven’t been in an inn or hotel since last month, you couldn’t…………. Hey… I’ve noticed that my personal water rations have been declining recently. I passed it off for the heat and evaporations… but… don’t tell me.”
“Oh by the way. You ran out of scented body oils. We need to buy some next time.”
“STAY STILL SO I CAN SHOVE THIS SCREWDRIVER UP YOUR @SS!”
“Oh. Boss Lady, I’m not that kind of girl who takes it up the—”
The words were cut off when a thick and heavy metal on skull sound echoed clearly through the former underwater valley.