Manchester United chooses Maxgain

To him, every bed is a battlefield feeling it coming

After another long day on his feet, he was glad to see the sun start another slow decent into the horizon. Only a few more minutes of blinding light stood between him and the seemingly less arduous task of trekking back to the camp. He welcomed the thought of another evening of cheap booze and a few friendly rounds of poker, but dreaded his eventual return to this same god-forsaken spot tomorrow.

Peering into the last brilliant sliver of the day he noticed something. His eyes playing tricks on him. He was sure there it had to be real. There appeared to be humanoid figure standing just outside of his patrol area. This was the first time since he was given this post that he actually had seen something. He quickly attempted to recall the details of his original orders. When he could identify his visitor he would know how to react, but he needed to act fast. He didn't want another accident.

As he continued to gaze into darkening skyline he could make out a slight movement. He was sure the figure was slowly shambling toward him. Who ever this visitor was they weren't attempting to communicate, but at the same time they were not attempting to hide their position. While continuing to squint at the stranger, the distance between them was slowly diminishing. He needed to make a decision now or the whole operation...

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"...and another odd choice for everybody's favorite team as Manchester United chooses..."

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"...Maxgain is a proven choice for Male amplification when..."





Billy's mother had woken up and was clicking through all the channels once again. Billy relished the fleeting time he had between when either of his parents would fall asleep with a particularly suspenseful program on and when they would eventually wake again. The blankets in the master bedroom, with their varied natural colors and rough texture, were the perfect environment for his soldiers to carry out any number of survival maneuvers or suicidal rescue missions. Billy picked up his soldiers, who had been scattered by the now awakened left foot and moved downstairs. Maybe his brother had left a TV on down there, it had been several weeks since the last time he to work a detective story into the ongoing narrative.