Jeremy By: legobryk3 Jeremy jerked awake. He had been dreaming of something- he couldn't quite recall what exactly. It bothered him that he couldn't. He felt as if it were very important, almost as if it was a divine message itself. He sighed, and dragged himself out of bed. Wiping the dribble of spit from his mouth, he slowly made his way to the bathroom. This dream bothered him very much; he now had a primordial itch to rediscover the story it told. As you know, there is nothing worse than not knowing. It is etched into the very instinct and existence of humans to want to know everything. Jeremy was no exception, and his greatest heroes were the ones that went in search of knowledge. He admired Columbus, for he had the courage and audacity to explore the unknown. He practically worshiped Neil Armstrong, and the Apollo missions for pushing mankind’s boundaries farther than had ever even been conceived. Now, don’t you forget that Jeremy, being the persistent bull that he is, is still pondering this dream during breakfast. Then after that, he ponders during school. He will eventually ponder during college lectures. He considers what the dream means. Could it be to love? To give? To learn? It is not until Jeremy takes his final breath that he will understand what his dream meant. This is the story of what he learned, and how he learned it. This is the story of Jeremy.

Reserved.

I think that the supplies idea is good for regular battles, but multiple supplies should be allowed to be activated at one time for gold boxes.

The journey back had been long and tedious. After 1 mine, a med kit, a rail shot, and a close call with a firebird, I was ready to claim my prize. My health was minuscule, and fading fast as a result of afterburn. But as I neared my flag, and my immortal glory in battle, my worst fears became reality. The firebird I had destroyed earlier made it's grand and dreaded entrance. With a last burst of energy, I surged towards my flag, only to hear a new twist enter the game: an air raid siren.