It's the End of the World as we Know it (But i Feel Fine)
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Archangel of Death
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It made sence as i wrote it...and yes, Cyder is right. He was laying in the medical bay, reminiencing the six years wasted on trying to win over one overly stubborn girls heart....or at lest her bed. For a night.
What a looser
EDIT: also he wasnt JUST shot in the leg, but in various other places, wounded by snrapnal, next to a (several) grenades when they went off and exsausted, mentaly and emotinaly, in many ways.
What a looser
EDIT: also he wasnt JUST shot in the leg, but in various other places, wounded by snrapnal, next to a (several) grenades when they went off and exsausted, mentaly and emotinaly, in many ways.
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smokingwreckage
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ANd gusse what, i was exploring the Dwarven Ruin's next to Balmora when my freind calls and demands his CD back. While i tried to pretend i was a Chinees Resteraunt, he wrested the CD's out of my hand, and i wrote this!
├óÔé¼┼ôFinally, you awake├óÔé¼┬Ø she said softly. ├óÔé¼┼ôOh...good├óÔé¼┬Ø i said, sitting up. A sudden wave of dizziness swamped me and i lay down. ├óÔé¼┼ôNo, try that├óÔé¼┬Ø Cynthia said, pressing me back down into the surprisingly comfortable bed. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhat's been happening├óÔé¼┬Ø i asked, somewhat muddily. ├óÔé¼┼ôWe've managed to kill off and disposed of those damned Reavers├óÔé¼┬Ø Cynthia said ├óÔé¼┼ôand we welded the doors open, so they don't auto close...odd because, they don't auto open without that damn A.I├óÔé¼┬Ø
├óÔé¼┼ôOh...good├óÔé¼┬Ø i said, feeling somewhat faint. ├óÔé¼┼ôOh an we pulled this out of your back ├óÔé¼┼ô Cynthia said, holding up a rather deadly looking dart. ├óÔé¼┼ôOh...thats bad├óÔé¼┬Ø I said, suddenly feeling rather afraid. ├óÔé¼┼ôYeah. It injected a rather mild toxin into your blood stream. I managed to get some of it and sweep it through a scanning device. It classified it as a very strong sedative├óÔé¼┬Ø.
├óÔé¼┼ôHuh├óÔé¼┬Ø i murmured. ├óÔé¼┼ôso, you just stay here and read a bit├óÔé¼┬Ø Cynthia said, standing up. ├óÔé¼┼ôWait one second├óÔé¼┬Ø i said, trying to sit up again. This time i actually managed it. ├óÔé¼┼ôRead what?├óÔé¼┬Ø i asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôThis├óÔé¼┬Ø Cynthia said, walking out the door and tossing something into my chest. I fell backwards with a whump. I looked as Cynthia left through the door, which had been welded.
I grabbed the pad and looked at it. Quite simply, it was a thin sheaf of...paper. At lest i thought it was. It was edged with silver, and its back of silver. But the front was black. I noticed...two buttons. I pressed one of them, and the screen lit up with a logo. 3d Entertainment. Then a menu popped up, with quite a few buttons. I hazarded a guess and pressed the ├óÔé¼┼ôVideo button├óÔé¼┬Ø.
The very tall, bulky, and very nicely dressed man walked down the isle, his face lit from the bottom by a flickering flame. His sunglasses where obviously useless in a dark building, but he continued to walk down the hallway. He held a shotgun and a M16 easily. As he walked down the hall, a police officer (of the 1980's) jumped out of a door way and fired several ineffective pistols into the intimidating man in the back.
The man tuned and fired a short, three round burst. The police officer flew back, blood spraying. The man turned back and continued to walk down the corridor. I heard someone clear there throat, and paused the movie. ├óÔé¼┼ôYes?├óÔé¼┬Ø i asked, putting down the movie sheaf. Muti was standing in the door. ├óÔé¼┼ôI have some good news├óÔé¼┬Ø he said, grinning. ├óÔé¼┼ôOh?├óÔé¼┬Ø I said.
He lifted up a box and tossed it at me. I raised my arms limply and managed to slow the box before it hit my sternum. ├óÔé¼┼ôStop...throwing things at me├óÔé¼┬Ø i snapped, looking at the box. I began to work at the annoying wrapping of clear, hard to rip, stretch tape that surrounded the damn thing. ├óÔé¼┼ôWell, while you've been watching ancient movies, we have been doing something useful├óÔé¼┬Ø
I ripped the last bit of tape off the box and opened it. I pulled out the champaign Bottle, circa 2011, and sighed appreciatively. ├óÔé¼┼ôThis is a good year├óÔé¼┬Ø i said, opening it. ├óÔé¼┼ôWe managed to laser out way into the officers stash of goods, which includes some interesting VR adventures and a cool looking badge├óÔé¼┬Ø. Muti grinned ├óÔé¼┼ôAnd a packet of very fine Cuban cigars├óÔé¼┬Ø.
He pulled out one and lit it up, pulling a long drag on it. ├óÔé¼┼ôugh├óÔé¼┬Ø he said ├óÔé¼┼ôfake├óÔé¼┬Ø and chucked it over his shoulder. ├óÔé¼┼ôSo├óÔé¼┬Ø i said, getting out of bed ├óÔé¼┼ôLets drink it!├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhat!├óÔé¼┬Ø Muti said, standing ├óÔé¼┼ôI thought you'd been woozy for the past day├óÔé¼┬Ø. I clapped Muti on his shoulder and grinned ├óÔé¼┼ôYeah, but it was more fun in bed├óÔé¼┬Ø.
They had done a good job of exploring. Abdul had found a backup computer system that required a lot of ├óÔé¼┼ôComputer run system Alpha Two-One├óÔé¼┬Ø and other technobable. But we managed to explore the base, finding some food stores. Fortunately the armory was still intact, and Cynthia was delighted that she would be able to restock her shop.
But the night after i had gotten out of bed, Cynthia gathered us together for a Meeting. With a capitol M. ├óÔé¼┼ôSo├óÔé¼┬Ø she said, looking at each of us in turn. We where standing in the mess hall, or more accurately using the very tall barstools in the mess hall, and of course we each had some alcoholic drink of random sort. To be specific:
Muti: A fruity beverage with a unhealthy number of umbrellas (i counted at lest seven)
Me: A rather stiff drink named ├óÔé¼┼ôVodka├óÔé¼┬Ø
Cynthia: A light beer, served in a soda can like contraption
Abdul: A jin and tonic
So i sipped my Vodka and winced. It was rough stuff, almost at rotgut level. ├óÔé¼┼ôSo whats this about Cynthia?├óÔé¼┬Ø I asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôYeah├óÔé¼┬Ø Muti and Abdul said in unison. ├óÔé¼┼ôSimple...what are we going to do?├óÔé¼┬Ø Cynthia said, look at each of us (me in particular). ├óÔé¼┼ôWhat do you mean?├óÔé¼┬Ø i asked grinning. ├óÔé¼┼ôThe City wont live long without law...you know that! Look at the state it was in when we left├óÔé¼┬Ø Cynthia said, somewhat sharply
├óÔé¼┼ôYour fathers police force is still around. Sure a few where killed by criminal scum getting even, but most of your fathers officers, including Elizabeth, are smart enough to go underground. Your Fathers men and women will trust you, and you can get them running again├óÔé¼┬Ø. Cynthia stopped, and looked at me ├óÔé¼┼ôWell├óÔé¼┬Ø she said pointedly. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhat?├óÔé¼┬Ø i asked ├óÔé¼┼ôYour asking me to go back to a city where EVERY one wants to kill me? Then, miraculously, get law in place again├óÔé¼┬Ø
Cynthia simply stared pointedly. I looked at Muti and Abdul. They also looked at me. I opened my mouth and the words tumbled out of my mouth. ├óÔé¼┼ôSure├óÔé¼┬Ø. Cynthia leaned over and kissed me lightly ├óÔé¼┼ôGood, its settled├óÔé¼┬Ø. Abdul opened his mouth to say something, but Cynthia kicked him in the shins. Hard.
├óÔé¼┼ôYeah├óÔé¼┬Ø i said, feeling a little faint ├óÔé¼┼ôWe should do that├óÔé¼┬Ø. I stood as Cynthia dragged me away from the mess hall by my shirt lapel. ├óÔé¼┼ôCan she do that?├óÔé¼┬Ø Abdul asked Muti. Muti drained his fruity beverage. Abdul looked at his cup and shrugged ├óÔé¼┼ôAh hell, she's never going to marry anyone of note├óÔé¼┬Ø he said. Then he drained his Jinn and Tonic.
Cynthia dragged me to her room, which had its door welded open. But she had rectified it with a simple curtain. We pushed through and....well. Its personal.
The next day i was woken up by an alarming screech. I jerked up, falling out of a bed that was meant for one person but had to contend with two. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhat the fuck!├óÔé¼┬Ø shouted Cynthia, vaulting form her side of the bed and rolling into a far better defensive stance then i was in. After standing for a few moments, the simple fact that the floor was very cold, and my feet where bear intruded onto my mind.
├óÔé¼┼ôWhat was that├óÔé¼┬Ø i said, jumping from one foot to another, grabbing my shoes. ├óÔé¼┼ôI don't know├óÔé¼┬Ø Cynthia snapped back, grabbing her shoes. I pulled on my boots and then remembered my pants. I was in the midst of pulling my pants up when Abdul ran into the room shouting about the alarm. He then noticed his sisters nude chest and ducked out, stammering apology's.
├óÔé¼┼ôLike he hasn't seen breasts before├óÔé¼┬Ø Cynthia muttered as she pulled on her shirt. ├óÔé¼┼ôYeah├óÔé¼┬Ø I said distractedly, trying to find my shirt. I swore as i realized that i had forgotten to put on socks. After five minuets, the alarm about the sudden screech's that had woke us all up was suddenly repeated. ├óÔé¼┼ôgod damn i'm tired of this├óÔé¼┬Ø I said. ├óÔé¼┼ôAre you always this cranky after a nice-├óÔé¼┬Ø Cynthia started to say, but Muti chose that moment to walk into the room.
├óÔé¼┼ôUhh Guys├óÔé¼┬Ø he said ├óÔé¼┼ôI have some bad news├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôOh?├óÔé¼┬Ø i asked, pulling on my boot .├óÔé¼┬ØYeah, look what appeared on all the monitors...including the movie screens, the mobile computers and the defunct cellular phones├óÔé¼┬Ø he held up the view pad that i had been using just yesterday.
It said 3:12 and the 12 was soon replaced with an 11, exactly one second later. ├óÔé¼┼ôI have a bad feeling about this├óÔé¼┬Ø I said, feeling like i had been hit in the stomach with a rather large sledge hammer.
├óÔé¼┼ôOh good, you finally noticed├óÔé¼┬Ø said a very, very familiar voice. A very synthesized, familiar voice.
PS: The first person to guss the name of the movie Ethan was whatching gets a kudo's and a sneak preview!
├óÔé¼┼ôFinally, you awake├óÔé¼┬Ø she said softly. ├óÔé¼┼ôOh...good├óÔé¼┬Ø i said, sitting up. A sudden wave of dizziness swamped me and i lay down. ├óÔé¼┼ôNo, try that├óÔé¼┬Ø Cynthia said, pressing me back down into the surprisingly comfortable bed. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhat's been happening├óÔé¼┬Ø i asked, somewhat muddily. ├óÔé¼┼ôWe've managed to kill off and disposed of those damned Reavers├óÔé¼┬Ø Cynthia said ├óÔé¼┼ôand we welded the doors open, so they don't auto close...odd because, they don't auto open without that damn A.I├óÔé¼┬Ø
├óÔé¼┼ôOh...good├óÔé¼┬Ø i said, feeling somewhat faint. ├óÔé¼┼ôOh an we pulled this out of your back ├óÔé¼┼ô Cynthia said, holding up a rather deadly looking dart. ├óÔé¼┼ôOh...thats bad├óÔé¼┬Ø I said, suddenly feeling rather afraid. ├óÔé¼┼ôYeah. It injected a rather mild toxin into your blood stream. I managed to get some of it and sweep it through a scanning device. It classified it as a very strong sedative├óÔé¼┬Ø.
├óÔé¼┼ôHuh├óÔé¼┬Ø i murmured. ├óÔé¼┼ôso, you just stay here and read a bit├óÔé¼┬Ø Cynthia said, standing up. ├óÔé¼┼ôWait one second├óÔé¼┬Ø i said, trying to sit up again. This time i actually managed it. ├óÔé¼┼ôRead what?├óÔé¼┬Ø i asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôThis├óÔé¼┬Ø Cynthia said, walking out the door and tossing something into my chest. I fell backwards with a whump. I looked as Cynthia left through the door, which had been welded.
I grabbed the pad and looked at it. Quite simply, it was a thin sheaf of...paper. At lest i thought it was. It was edged with silver, and its back of silver. But the front was black. I noticed...two buttons. I pressed one of them, and the screen lit up with a logo. 3d Entertainment. Then a menu popped up, with quite a few buttons. I hazarded a guess and pressed the ├óÔé¼┼ôVideo button├óÔé¼┬Ø.
The very tall, bulky, and very nicely dressed man walked down the isle, his face lit from the bottom by a flickering flame. His sunglasses where obviously useless in a dark building, but he continued to walk down the hallway. He held a shotgun and a M16 easily. As he walked down the hall, a police officer (of the 1980's) jumped out of a door way and fired several ineffective pistols into the intimidating man in the back.
The man tuned and fired a short, three round burst. The police officer flew back, blood spraying. The man turned back and continued to walk down the corridor. I heard someone clear there throat, and paused the movie. ├óÔé¼┼ôYes?├óÔé¼┬Ø i asked, putting down the movie sheaf. Muti was standing in the door. ├óÔé¼┼ôI have some good news├óÔé¼┬Ø he said, grinning. ├óÔé¼┼ôOh?├óÔé¼┬Ø I said.
He lifted up a box and tossed it at me. I raised my arms limply and managed to slow the box before it hit my sternum. ├óÔé¼┼ôStop...throwing things at me├óÔé¼┬Ø i snapped, looking at the box. I began to work at the annoying wrapping of clear, hard to rip, stretch tape that surrounded the damn thing. ├óÔé¼┼ôWell, while you've been watching ancient movies, we have been doing something useful├óÔé¼┬Ø
I ripped the last bit of tape off the box and opened it. I pulled out the champaign Bottle, circa 2011, and sighed appreciatively. ├óÔé¼┼ôThis is a good year├óÔé¼┬Ø i said, opening it. ├óÔé¼┼ôWe managed to laser out way into the officers stash of goods, which includes some interesting VR adventures and a cool looking badge├óÔé¼┬Ø. Muti grinned ├óÔé¼┼ôAnd a packet of very fine Cuban cigars├óÔé¼┬Ø.
He pulled out one and lit it up, pulling a long drag on it. ├óÔé¼┼ôugh├óÔé¼┬Ø he said ├óÔé¼┼ôfake├óÔé¼┬Ø and chucked it over his shoulder. ├óÔé¼┼ôSo├óÔé¼┬Ø i said, getting out of bed ├óÔé¼┼ôLets drink it!├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhat!├óÔé¼┬Ø Muti said, standing ├óÔé¼┼ôI thought you'd been woozy for the past day├óÔé¼┬Ø. I clapped Muti on his shoulder and grinned ├óÔé¼┼ôYeah, but it was more fun in bed├óÔé¼┬Ø.
They had done a good job of exploring. Abdul had found a backup computer system that required a lot of ├óÔé¼┼ôComputer run system Alpha Two-One├óÔé¼┬Ø and other technobable. But we managed to explore the base, finding some food stores. Fortunately the armory was still intact, and Cynthia was delighted that she would be able to restock her shop.
But the night after i had gotten out of bed, Cynthia gathered us together for a Meeting. With a capitol M. ├óÔé¼┼ôSo├óÔé¼┬Ø she said, looking at each of us in turn. We where standing in the mess hall, or more accurately using the very tall barstools in the mess hall, and of course we each had some alcoholic drink of random sort. To be specific:
Muti: A fruity beverage with a unhealthy number of umbrellas (i counted at lest seven)
Me: A rather stiff drink named ├óÔé¼┼ôVodka├óÔé¼┬Ø
Cynthia: A light beer, served in a soda can like contraption
Abdul: A jin and tonic
So i sipped my Vodka and winced. It was rough stuff, almost at rotgut level. ├óÔé¼┼ôSo whats this about Cynthia?├óÔé¼┬Ø I asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôYeah├óÔé¼┬Ø Muti and Abdul said in unison. ├óÔé¼┼ôSimple...what are we going to do?├óÔé¼┬Ø Cynthia said, look at each of us (me in particular). ├óÔé¼┼ôWhat do you mean?├óÔé¼┬Ø i asked grinning. ├óÔé¼┼ôThe City wont live long without law...you know that! Look at the state it was in when we left├óÔé¼┬Ø Cynthia said, somewhat sharply
├óÔé¼┼ôYour fathers police force is still around. Sure a few where killed by criminal scum getting even, but most of your fathers officers, including Elizabeth, are smart enough to go underground. Your Fathers men and women will trust you, and you can get them running again├óÔé¼┬Ø. Cynthia stopped, and looked at me ├óÔé¼┼ôWell├óÔé¼┬Ø she said pointedly. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhat?├óÔé¼┬Ø i asked ├óÔé¼┼ôYour asking me to go back to a city where EVERY one wants to kill me? Then, miraculously, get law in place again├óÔé¼┬Ø
Cynthia simply stared pointedly. I looked at Muti and Abdul. They also looked at me. I opened my mouth and the words tumbled out of my mouth. ├óÔé¼┼ôSure├óÔé¼┬Ø. Cynthia leaned over and kissed me lightly ├óÔé¼┼ôGood, its settled├óÔé¼┬Ø. Abdul opened his mouth to say something, but Cynthia kicked him in the shins. Hard.
├óÔé¼┼ôYeah├óÔé¼┬Ø i said, feeling a little faint ├óÔé¼┼ôWe should do that├óÔé¼┬Ø. I stood as Cynthia dragged me away from the mess hall by my shirt lapel. ├óÔé¼┼ôCan she do that?├óÔé¼┬Ø Abdul asked Muti. Muti drained his fruity beverage. Abdul looked at his cup and shrugged ├óÔé¼┼ôAh hell, she's never going to marry anyone of note├óÔé¼┬Ø he said. Then he drained his Jinn and Tonic.
Cynthia dragged me to her room, which had its door welded open. But she had rectified it with a simple curtain. We pushed through and....well. Its personal.
The next day i was woken up by an alarming screech. I jerked up, falling out of a bed that was meant for one person but had to contend with two. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhat the fuck!├óÔé¼┬Ø shouted Cynthia, vaulting form her side of the bed and rolling into a far better defensive stance then i was in. After standing for a few moments, the simple fact that the floor was very cold, and my feet where bear intruded onto my mind.
├óÔé¼┼ôWhat was that├óÔé¼┬Ø i said, jumping from one foot to another, grabbing my shoes. ├óÔé¼┼ôI don't know├óÔé¼┬Ø Cynthia snapped back, grabbing her shoes. I pulled on my boots and then remembered my pants. I was in the midst of pulling my pants up when Abdul ran into the room shouting about the alarm. He then noticed his sisters nude chest and ducked out, stammering apology's.
├óÔé¼┼ôLike he hasn't seen breasts before├óÔé¼┬Ø Cynthia muttered as she pulled on her shirt. ├óÔé¼┼ôYeah├óÔé¼┬Ø I said distractedly, trying to find my shirt. I swore as i realized that i had forgotten to put on socks. After five minuets, the alarm about the sudden screech's that had woke us all up was suddenly repeated. ├óÔé¼┼ôgod damn i'm tired of this├óÔé¼┬Ø I said. ├óÔé¼┼ôAre you always this cranky after a nice-├óÔé¼┬Ø Cynthia started to say, but Muti chose that moment to walk into the room.
├óÔé¼┼ôUhh Guys├óÔé¼┬Ø he said ├óÔé¼┼ôI have some bad news├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôOh?├óÔé¼┬Ø i asked, pulling on my boot .├óÔé¼┬ØYeah, look what appeared on all the monitors...including the movie screens, the mobile computers and the defunct cellular phones├óÔé¼┬Ø he held up the view pad that i had been using just yesterday.
It said 3:12 and the 12 was soon replaced with an 11, exactly one second later. ├óÔé¼┼ôI have a bad feeling about this├óÔé¼┬Ø I said, feeling like i had been hit in the stomach with a rather large sledge hammer.
├óÔé¼┼ôOh good, you finally noticed├óÔé¼┬Ø said a very, very familiar voice. A very synthesized, familiar voice.
PS: The first person to guss the name of the movie Ethan was whatching gets a kudo's and a sneak preview!
Zoombie wrote:Time travel?Kixxe wrote:Timetravel? Tesk tesk, first immortalty bye uploading you mind, then this. Oh well, atleast it's gonna be awesome.
Where the hell did you get that from?
I thougt time travel, since "a bad feeling about this" ofen signfies an important big event and that something bad is about to happen.Zoombie wrote:It said 3:12 and the 12 was soon replaced with an 11, exactly one second later. ├óÔé¼┼ôI have a bad feeling about this├óÔé¼┬Ø I said, feeling like i had been hit in the stomach with a rather large sledge hammer.
What bad could come out the AI setting the clocks back 1 minute per second? ONOZ, None of our clocks go right, we are losing our sense of time!
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Archangel of Death
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