Posted via request from Corky52.
BARRACKS TALES
Part I: Home sweet home.
It was a nice breezy summer day in Newgrounds city. The general atmosphere of the city was one of optimism. The dark uncertain times of the past, seemed to have passed by now, and under the control of the city's founder and supreme leader, Tom Fulp. In the city's main square, there was a small building, right next to the Newground's Sig Makers shop. The building was quite old, but it possessed a unique charm to it. There was the feeling of purpose and dignity in those sacred halls. This was none other than the EGB, started by the great EagleRock in 2005. I won't bore you with the stuffy history of the organization, but needless to say, this was not a club to be taken lightly.
On this particular sunny day, a young private named PuddinN64 entered the building. He had been out patrolling the city's portal,which, if you don't know what this means or how it works, I suggest you pick up Tom Fulp's best selling book The Complete History of Newgrounds. As he entered the building, he was suddenly greeted by Ismael92. Ismael showed a look of concern on his face, as he quietly whispered to Puddin', "Look out dude, Slash is totally in one of his asshole moods." Puddin' grimaced. It could only mean one thing...
Suddenly, Corky52 walked in from the Barracks lounge room. He grinned fiercely as he saw Puddin'. He then grabbed him and gave him a giant bear hug. He then shouted, "Puddin'! How's my favorite little Private doin'!' (Side Note: As this was going on, lizzardis happened to be walking by. Seeing the gigantic Commander and the small Private hugging, he muttered under his breath "Queers").
After embracing, Puddin' and Corky began talking about the current state of affairs with the portal and Newgrounds, it's self. Right as they were about to discuss Stamper's sexual orientation, Slashfirestorm bursted into the room, with a bright red face. He suddenly slammed the latest edition of the Newgrounds Magazine on a nearby table. He then said, "Look at this shit. Mods are all over the NGPD because of their stupidass shenanigans. They're threatin' to close em' down. Y'know what that means fer us? WE LOOK LIKE STUPID ASSHOLES BECAUSE OUR DAMN TRAINING GROUNDS ARE A JOKE. OUR REPUTATION GONE, ALL OUR WORK FOR NOTHING!"
Slash then sat down in a nearby chair, exasperated. He then pulled out a cigarette and started puffing on it softly. "Somedays, it just isn't worth it", he mutters.
Puddin' then nervously looks at his shoes. Corky senses the intensity of the situation and says to Puddin', "C'mon man, let's go on down to P-Bot's Place. 'l'll get you a drink. Puddin' nods slowly and the two quietly walk out the door, into the sunny day in Newgrounds city.
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