TW: mention of guns, mild reference to injury

Terry was displeased to know that they had not, in fact, blown the interview. Details were foggier than The Big Smoke after returning to their regular workplace, but Terry had assumed they must've done something rightfully wrong to avoid getting the call to action the day after. No, siree, mediocrity was Terry's birthright, and they weren't looking to be some up-and-comer with expectations placed on them.

But a week later, the mobile buzzed during a rerun of Bargain Hunt on the 'BC, and before they could argue, Terry was off to Dear Ol' Freedom-land in a metal deathtrap. It had been several days since landing in a gloomier version of Galloway Forest, and to top off the perilous journey, Terry was still nursing a headache that reminded him too closely of Liverpool pubs on the waterfront. What did the Americans put in their aspirin? It wouldn't surprise Terry if they had gotten sugar pills.

Temples pounded as they leaned back into their chair. While rubbing at his scalp, it took Terry a while to notice the mandatory workplace introductions had come around to his end. Rat's arse, me already? Terry thought, fixing their slouch slightly in front of the group. But only slightly.

No matter what, they couldn't turn back from their plan now. There was no way in hell he was going to be any bloody Red Shirt, and he intended to return to Site-91 even if he'd get bollocks for it. It was a tightrope act. Look foolish enough that they'd send him back but not utterly useless that the Foundation'd fire him outright. No pressure, mate. They cleared their throat.

"Right on... Uh. The name's Terry, kinda. Perfect Stranger, that's it, innit?"

They shrug. "Not to alarm you, mates, but I am literally the equivalent of a mall cop sitting with you M16s. The deadliest thing I've ever wielded was a heavy-duty torch."

There was also the standard handgun, but seeing how trigger-happy some of his fellows had been at Site-91, Terry wasn't as keen on accidentally blasting a toe off at the mere mention of an SCP. If anything, he was a novice.

"I have no business in securing, containing, or protecting anything. I'm the actual bog standard." Terry gestured plainly at themselves. So far so good, they were selling themselves like a discounted apple at Tesco's. It was not entirely great, but the low price gave it a somewhat decent mull-over in the brain.

"Prolly got picked from my lot 'cause I was the, erm, lucky one if you get me. Honestly, I'd be proper 'standing if the paperwork got filed wrong and you're supposed to get someone much more qualified. No hard feelings and such if I'm not a fit."

They shrugged, not even caring at this point to not come across a total wanker.

Terry continued, "You've got to have someone tiptop watching your back. Dangerous out there, we all know that, innit. I also haven't had an eye exam in years, so I should check on that. Pleasure meeting you, though. Cheers."

1.1.23

A few weeks into the new assignment, Terry thought he'd get the hang of things. That confidence was a load of rubbish. They had gotten lost again, and this time, the Security Captain, Kato, had to drive back to the correct place in his jeep. Too bad it meant he was going to be late.

sorry gonna be late|

Terry's thumb hovered on the pager's button. Nah, he thought. Bloke's gonna blow a gasket and tell me not to show up. Beg for forgiveness time it is.

He stepped into the main gym just past 7 minutes of the appointed time. 1607. They hoped that Dying Breed would understand that some people were built to be natural navigators, and some were Terry.

"Oi, oi! Mate... Listen, sorry about the big T, Tardy," Terry said, walking in but keeping their distance in case Dying Breed's arm span deceived appearances. Who knew what these bona fide military guys were capable of? Terry would not find out with a broken jaw.

"I got lost, you know!" He continued, biting the inside of his cheeks to give a please-let-me-off-the-hook smile. "But I got the water! And a towel!" To emphasize how ready he was for this Combat Readiness Assessment, Terry pointed to his duffel bag and unzipped it to show Dying Breed.

New year, new calendar...

So this is the epilogue I promisted yesterday.

Two years ago, I got a drawing tablet. A year ago, I decided I'd draw a picture daily, documenting the things that happaned the following year. And what a year it was! I graduated high school, I got a job and many other interesting things happened. I honestly didn't think I improved that much, but looking back at my first post on this blog, I definitely have. I still have a long road ahead, I need to work on the perspective of objects, backgrounds, I'd like to learn how to animate...

This took longer than expected, i doubt I'll be able to keep this up the whole year

Hi, and welcome to my blog! Last year, I've decided that this year i'm gonna draw a picture everyday, documenting what happened that day. I suck at art, so my main aim is to improve.

My art is usually cleaner than this, but i won't have time to post something polished everyday, so this is really rough. I kinda enjoyed not being precise when drawing this.

As for today, me and my family were supposed to go to an escape room, but something broke there and we had to reschedule it. This is the second time this happened, so it's kinda frustrarting. Because of that, the most exiting thing that happened today was me putting up a new calendar, so that's what this picture's about.

Anyway, i hope I can keep this up, but knowing myself, I probably won't.