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A Marine's Graveyard Shift(Rewriting!)
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Ongoing, First published Mar 19, 2020
Mature
Dean is a 37 year old male who seems average...if it wasn't for his PTSD, weapons collection, pretty decent sized house, scars, and experience as a Marine Recon sniper and a couple years as a regular soldier. He has seen and gone through some shit. 

He recently resigned out of the USMC and settled down in town away from his family as to not hurt or scare them with his PTSD. As a secret fan of anime, he found out that an anime convention nearby opened. He visited it to see if they would hire him. 

After some talking with the boss about his relative experience, he gets hired. He shakes on it and walked out holding a badge and a cap that says security. He doesn't realize that the animatronics smile to themselves because it seems like an easy kill. 

They are so wrong....
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