03-24-2007, 07:05 AM
Andrew looked up slowly, sighing softly. "God damn..." he said, sighing softly. He was done. No more aces in the hole. No more tricks. Finished. Game Over, man.
"I'm sorry Serra. I've got nothing left. I can fend off the missiles, but I don't have the strength to disable them all..."
"I'm sorry Serra. I've got nothing left. I can fend off the missiles, but I don't have the strength to disable them all..."