TEXT ADVENTURE #33 | GOAT LAB



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Class was well under way by the time Lunsford found the group.Scattered across the field, each team worked with the tools in theirkit. Some more proficiently than others. The sunlight burnedLunsford’s eyes. Wearily, he remarked upon the discomfort.

“Shut up, Lunsford,” said a classmate.

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Each goat lay sprawled upon the grass, suffering various gunshot orstab wounds that had been inflicted by the instructor. The teamsscrambled to address the wounds. Lunsford considered the exercisebarbaric, but, this was combat medicine. This was what his parents’money was paying for. He redoubled his efforts to conform.

“Here, press here,” a classmate demanded. Lunsford shrugged andapplied pressure to the indicated area of the goat’s hide as hisclassmate sewed up the wound.

The goat whimpered frantically, then deflated as the tranquilizerstook effect.

Lunsford felt nothing.

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Schlumpfe drug the goat behind him, stumbling, trailing the goat’sblood, drawing a ragged circle in the steaming grass. Finally, he sathimself down in the center of the circle and shaded his eyes from thesun. Blue paint on the dirt.

“Redacted, redacted, redacted,” he said.

Nothing happened.

“What? The results are always redacted.”

Lunsford arched an eyebrow.

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Final grade:

Pass.