it was a cold day as david was doing his shopping, normal hum-drum grocery shopping. He paid for his groceries and proceeded to his home, David turned down a dark dank ally way as it were a short cut, as he quickly walked down the dark path he stopped for a moment feeling an odd sensation, he shrugged it off, but ten seconds later it came on harder and stronger, he started to scream but quickly and surely it died out.
What had become of this bluepill? he had been transformed into Agent Jackson ((Agen7Jackson in game)). It took the architect longer than usual to fix and upgrade this particular model of agent as the smith "virus" had buried itself deep into Agent Jackson's programming.
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((this is my alt character obviously... just something to RP as when i get bored of Dhegon from time to time... due to the truce, agent jackson isn't bothered by the red pills but the exiles who have not aligned themselves and roam free still aggitate him))
