![]() He continued staring with his blank toy expression. ![]() “Hey, I said ‘yes.’” I poked the sergeant. Instead, he stared at me motionless kind of like a toy would. Yes I was sure, let’s go! I stared at the Army guy, waiting for him to - I don’t know, click his heels or open a portal in my closet or something. Now, this Army guy was telling me that I could go back into the video game to save Mark, but I had to “go back now.” Mark stayed behind so Eric and I could escape. You should read it sometime.Īnyways, in Full Blast, we met Mark Whitman - another kid from our class who had gotten sucked into the same game. ![]() We flew around with jetpacks and rode the Statue of Liberty like a rocket ship and almost got trapped inside the game for good by an alien who said our names in the creepiest way possible. ![]() Two weeks ago, I got sucked into Full Blast with my friend Eric Conrad. See, I met this particular toy when he wasn’t a toy, but a real sergeant in the game Full Blast. I don’t make a habit of talking to toys - I’m not crazy - but I had a good excuse. The Army guy I talked to happened to be six inches tall and made of plastic. It would have been a short conversation). Not like someone from the real Army trying to recruit me (I’m 12. ![]() Want to know what I did? I talked to an Army guy. What did you do last night? Sleep? Hm, you don’t say. You can check out more of Jesse’s sweet artwork on Instagram: ONE Special thanks to Jesse Brady for the cover and interior illustrations. ![]()
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