Ravenloft
Sweet Rogue
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- Jan 29, 2000
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The recession had been rough on the Smiths, Dean went from the factory to trucking and back again while his wife studied for years to get a masters degree in genetics. Going so far as to set up her own lab in the basement. He always joked that she was going to become some sort of mad scientist down there. Little did he know how close to the truth he was with his jokes.
He came home after a rough 12 hours of trying to keep machines that should otherwise be in a WWII scrap yard running with nothing more than force of will and bubble gum. "Honey, you here?" He asked, peaking from room to room, shedding his work cloths as he went.
Finally he came to the basement door, it was shut and locked.
"What are you doing down there? Curing cancer?"
He coughed jokingly.
"You might want to hurry, I don't know how many years I've got left in me..."
He added with a grin, putting his ear to the door.
Of course he couldn't hear anything.
He came home after a rough 12 hours of trying to keep machines that should otherwise be in a WWII scrap yard running with nothing more than force of will and bubble gum. "Honey, you here?" He asked, peaking from room to room, shedding his work cloths as he went.
Finally he came to the basement door, it was shut and locked.
"What are you doing down there? Curing cancer?"
He coughed jokingly.
"You might want to hurry, I don't know how many years I've got left in me..."
He added with a grin, putting his ear to the door.
Of course he couldn't hear anything.