we're so fucking back
Grunt 2

seen from United States
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seen from Germany

seen from Yemen
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seen from United States
seen from Türkiye
seen from Japan

seen from Germany

seen from United States
seen from Türkiye

seen from Kazakhstan
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seen from Netherlands
seen from Iraq
seen from United States
seen from China
we're so fucking back
Grunt 2
They say dreams are prophetic.
Couldn't sleep this night or the night before. Not well, at least. I think I dozed for an hour - either that or it was some kind of strange doze-dream. A room where a bunch of people were huddled, listening to some droning recording from a speaker. Everyone did nothing but sit there in the dark and repeat their own name. Over and over and over, until they started sounding like nonsense. And every half hour, someone - I think it was Archer - would walk in, and address each by a serial number.
Their names were meaningless. The numbers became their new identities.
The thought that there could be such a thing as group-conditioning scares me. A lot.
Anyway, then I wake up and see that Grunt 2 went through that. Arceus. I'm glad he's okay. Janet wouldn't leave anyone behind. She's too kind for Rocket.