I remember i mentioned some time ago that maybe Marcus was working on solving the extinction of the ophions using human females to produce, or better saying gestate, their offspring.Er... Marcus the mad scientist with a PROJECT RHeA in his lab, a project named after "The mother of gods"?!
He hit the red button.
You're aware that by chapter 10, the number of pages in this thread will be so high that there are not enough atoms in the universe to count them!After CH10 has been released and everything is revealed (...) it's going to be fun coming back and looking at all the "tin foil hat" stuff to see if anyone was even remotely close, I doubt anyone will get even 50% of it.
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My oh my, that's a lot of spoiler tags!
He tried to be helpful? Does looking at somebody mean claiming ownership?What has he ever done for me? (except get in the way, oh and look at Sarah the wrong way, she's mine godnammit, mine!
I'd ask for a refund if that was the case.
I'll be happy for every bit that I get right.it's going to be fun coming back and looking at all the "tin foil hat" stuff to see if anyone was even remotely close, I doubt anyone will get even 50% of it.
And who are all these people asking me to embed their empty(?) lines into my messages? Am I missing something, or is there something hidden going on?
Nah, not indispensable... at the very least all of the military personnel will have basic field first aid training, so if it's anything injury-wise, they should be able to take care of it short term. After that... who knows?
There are more numbers in 52 factorial than there are atoms in the universe!
Aww, thanks! I know someone cared!
I think that's Amanda's research. Marcus is a neurologist, so I doubt he would have interest in that, but he is pestering about contraception pills all the time...I remember i mentioned some time ago that maybe Marcus was working on solving the extinction of the ophions using human females to produce, or better saying gestate, their offspring.
Well, I rest my case!
And Amanda is a biologist (among other things), so she can turn us into ophions or something if we get a scratch.Nah, not indispensable... at the very least all of the military personnel will have basic field first aid training, so if it's anything injury-wise, they should be able to take care of it short term. After that... who knows?
That can also be just a Trisha slender. He may be good, but she is pissed because she wants a baby and he doesn't deliver. Also he possibly gave up trying after listening to her shit all the time.
Well, it's obvious he doesn't care about their relationship any longer - he called her FAT - instant death sentence for that marriage.
Now I'm really curious about her possible relationship with Pepita.
It may be just a phase, but I wouldn't place bets on their happy reconcilliation by the end. But who knows, aside from his mad research, I think Marcus is a decent guy. At least from all that I know about him. There must be juicy stuff in his file.
*is!*Notty must be cackling like mad
Amanda should be the one responsible (since she is the boss around there) but that doesn't mean Marcus isn't helping either. After all there is only 3 scientists in the whole base.
It may be just a phase, but I wouldn't place bets on their happy reconcilliation by the end. But who knows, aside from his mad research, I think Marcus is a decent guy. At least from all that I know about him. There must be juicy stuff in his file.
I always worry when this happens, it usually means either something bad is about to happen or you've just rendered something delicious that we won't see for weeks or our theories are way off base and you're revelling in it!*is!*
I totally want to find out!Now I'm really curious about her possible relationship with Pepita.
Will she be jealous if we flirt with Marcus? Will she be happy to have a reason to divorce? Will she care at all?
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Can we kill her?
From the looks of it, the FMC should have very different encounters with the Joneses.
