[He sighs, deciding to skip over the stuff that didn't have to do with his deaths.]
I was part of a group whose job it was to find and capture stray aliens. It was a dangerous job, we all knew that when we joined.
After 2 years working there, I got shot in the chest. My boss...and friend, Jack, brought me back to life using some alien tech, but it didn't work like he thought it would and I got stuck.
I spent 2 months like a walking corpse...until I finally died again. Nuclear meltdown.
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I was part of a group whose job it was to find and capture stray aliens. It was a dangerous job, we all knew that when we joined.
After 2 years working there, I got shot in the chest. My boss...and friend, Jack, brought me back to life using some alien tech, but it didn't work like he thought it would and I got stuck.
I spent 2 months like a walking corpse...until I finally died again. Nuclear meltdown.