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  {
    "id": "BGSS_SOLDIER_2_STORY1",
    "type": "talk_topic",
    "dynamic_line": {
      "gendered_line": "I was in the army.  Just a new recruit.  I wasn't even done basic training, they actually called me out of boot camp to serve once the shit hit the fan.  I barely knew which end of the gun the bullets came out of, and they jammed me into a truck and drove me to Newport to 'assist in the evacuation efforts'.  Our orders barely made sense, our officers were as confused as we were.",
      "relevant_genders": [ "npc" ]
    },
    "responses": [
      { "text": "What happened in Newport?", "topic": "BGSS_SOLDIER_2_STORY2" },
      { "text": "<done_conversation_section>", "topic": "TALK_FRIEND_CONVERSATION" },
      { "text": "<end_talking>", "topic": "TALK_DONE" }
    ]
  },
  {
    "id": "BGSS_SOLDIER_2_STORY2",
    "type": "talk_topic",
    "dynamic_line": {
      "gendered_line": "We never even made it to Newport.  The truck got stomped by something gigantic.  I didn't even see it, just saw this huge black-and-green spiny leg jam through the ceiling, through the el-tee.  Heard the tires grinding, felt the truck lift up.  We were kicked off the leg like dog shit off a sneaker.  I don't know how I survived.  The thing rolled over, killed most of us right there.  I musta blacked out for a bit.  Came to, and while I was getting myself out, the others started getting back up.  Long story short, I lived, they didn't, and I ran.",
      "relevant_genders": [ "npc" ]
    },
    "responses": [
      { "text": "Thanks for telling me all that.  <done_conversation_section>", "topic": "TALK_FRIEND_CONVERSATION" },
      { "text": "<end_talking>", "topic": "TALK_DONE" }
    ]
  }
]
