tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46285589578948978062024-03-05T02:56:43.622-08:00Stories N' Stuff M.LeAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15062058279416637155noreply@blogger.comBlogger30125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4628558957894897806.post-32041522906451095892018-05-23T13:43:00.001-07:002018-05-23T13:43:13.612-07:00Summer and a young manA young man sits on his computer staring at his screen. He looks outside the window and sees children playing the streets. He wonders to himself if he should step out of the house. The young man wishes to come outside, but he is occupied by his work. Hours pass and the young man finishes his work on his computer. He goes down stairs and makes himself a cup of coffee. The young man steps outside just in time for the sunset. He sits on his porch drinking his coffee and staring at the falling sun.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15062058279416637155noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4628558957894897806.post-48963972883932646592018-05-08T19:08:00.003-07:002018-05-08T19:08:32.149-07:00Narrative 2 Chasing the Coffee<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
Rain fell as the streets of The Citadel began to clear.
There were many people pushing past one another to get out of the rain. From an
alleyway there was a young man. He had just started to smoke a cigarette, but
now the rain ruined it. He signed heavily as he threw the cigarette to the
ground. The young man waited until the streets were empty before he moved. The
young man entered a bar. There a bartender and a little girl greeted him. The
bartender called the young man John. She knows this is not his real name, but
it was the name he told her and she did not pry for his real name. The little
hugged John and then went upstairs. The bartender filled John in on what has
happened since he went into ICE headquarters. There has been a bounty placed on
his head. The person who placed the bounty didn’t even bother hiding his name.
Pierce Shanks was his name and everyone knew that. He was a big player in The
Citadel. For years he has been very open about his polices. He showed no love
for the poor and desired The Citadel to be a place only for the rich and
powerful. He wasn’t alone in his sentiments. There were other political figures
like him who don’t say anything public, but they also share similar interests.
Shanks is a petty man. He desires to have control over all trading in and out
of The Citadel. Independent trading has been dying out and those who were
independent to start did not stay that way. John was among one of the last traders
who roamed the lands trading on their own. Shanks has tried to obtained move
into the coffee trading business for awhile now, but it seems that many
customers are only interested in buying them from John. There was something
about John that attracted people to him, something unexplainable. With what had
recently gone down at the ICE headquarters, Shanks was given a chance to take
out his competition. John had nothing to do with the murder of the CEO of ICE,
but it pissed off the officials in the area that he was there in general. The
higher ups of The Citadel had no love for John, but at the same time they did
not mind him there. He would usually deal with The Citadel’s problems, but at
the same time he also caused problems for the men in power. The officials
turned a blind eye this time when Shanks placed a bounty on John. The bartender
informed John that when the bounty hunters that frequent her bar saw the new
bounty, they all laughed. Some cheered and others paid no attention to it. The
hunters at the bar knew to some extent of John’s survival and fighting
abilities. They usually would take any bounty that was put up, but John was a
special case. They were almost friends of John. Still, this did not meant that
John was out of danger yet. There are many enemies that John has made
throughout his journey. There was no doubt in John’s mind that Shanks also
hired the best hunters that money could buy. At that moment, the doors of the
bar burst open and a cloak figured was standing in the door way. Behind the figure
was a group of men. They weren’t cloaked, but they were armed with stun
weapons. The figure moved to the side and signaled the men behind it. From the
looks of the weapons of the men, John figured that Shanks wanted John taken
alive. John looked around the bar and saw that it was empty other than John,
his friends, and the hunters. The bartender looked over the John and wished him
luck. John smiled and with quick motion, threw a flash capsule into the air. It
was so quick that the hunters did not have time to react. The capsule went off
and a blinding light began to shine. By the time the flash stopped, John was
gone. The only ones left in the bar were the bartender and the hunters. The
cloaked figure was also gone. Outside John began to make his way to the
rooftops of the buildings around him. Right behind him was the cloaked figure.
John ran and jumped from building to building and so did his pursuer. As he
ran, John saw a rooftop that could be accessed by jumping off some loose sheet
metal from the roof. He used the sheet metal that immediately fell to the
ground as he used it to propel himself to the next building. The cloak figure
found another way to access the rooftop, but it would take it time to reach it.
John used this opportunity to throw a few knives at the cloaked figure. The
figure quickly reacted and dodged most of the incoming knives. The cloaked
figure used the cloak to absorbs the knives that it could not avoid. There the
figure was revealed to be an augmented doll. The insignia of the old government
was on her chest. John had a run in with dolls like her before. Only they were
older and seemed to retain some form of their humanity. This doll was
different. She looked young and her eyes were cold. She was emotionless.
Experimentation on human dolls was outlawed years ago, but it looks like some
people were ignoring that law. This was no surprise to John. There was almost
no law out in The Desert. What John wondered at the moment was why this doll
still had the ouroboros insignia from a government that was disbanded long ago.
He didn’t have much time to think because the doll was getting closer to him.
John knew what he had to do next. He had to get out of The Citadel. Shanks
might want him alive, but if he sent a doll after him, John knew that this doll
would do anything in order to complete her task. Killing others was no problem
to the doll as long as she finished her mission. The dolls were created to be
obedient to whoever controls them. Each iteration of the dolls saw less and
less of a human, and more and more of what can almost be described as a robot.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>John
finally reached the rooftop of an abandoned building. It was a large rooftop
and it was away from most of the population. The doll had just jumped to the
building he was on and John used this opportunity to draw his knife and charged
the doll. He knew how quick the doll was and hoped that the small window he was
given during the landing of the doll would give him time to get in an attack. It
was too quick for John to see, but for a split second, the doll drew a knife
and blocked John’s blow. John jumped back. This doll seemed even quicker than
the previous dolls he had faced. John raised his knife in front of him waiting
for the doll to strike. Would she strike in front of him or to the side?
Another split second passed and the doll appeared in front of him like a ghost.
She did an upward slash with John only partially able to block it. She had
wounded his right arm. The doll jumped back and the two stood still again. The
wound was only a small one, but John barely saw what had happened. He was going
to lose this fight if he was going to continue messing around. John sighed. He
had no more time to evaluate this new doll and from his belt, and grabbed a
round sphere. There was a small button on the surface of it. John pressed it
and charged the doll with his knife. The doll was prepaid to parry his attack
when suddenly the sphere detonated and an electric shock traveled through both
of their bodies. John was in pain, but the sphere did its job. The functions of
the doll slowed down. John used this moment to get away from the doll. The doll
lost John and began looking around. The displays shown in her eyes were in a
fritz. The electric grenade damaged her systems.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>It was now
night. John waited until the dead hour to leave The Citadel. It seems like the
dolls still have no defenses against electrical attacks. It was a gamble, but
it looks like it paid off. John escapes The Citadel. Nearby the outskirts of
The Citadel John walked towards a ruined house. He moved a fallen pillar and
below it was a trap door. John opened the trap door and behind it were supplies
that John had stashed there. He had a few more stashes all around The Desert
just in case he ever needed supplies in an emergency. He grabbed the essentials
and a few packs of coffee beans and went on his way. He decided to head to a
radio station a few miles away from the city. The radio station was ran by an
old acquaintance of his named Fuse. When he arrived in the early morning, Fuse
had just started her broadcast. She welcomed John and the two conversed. During
his short stay they discussed what has been happening in The Desert. A bandit
appeared at their doorsteps and the two quickly dispatched of him before
calling a friend to pick up his body. John asked Fuse if she knew anything
about the continuation of the doll project. She was surprised to hear that a
doll was chasing after John. Fuse herself used to be a doll. She was a part of
an older generation. It was John who freed her from that life. Fuse was
empathetic to the doll. She was like her not so long ago, but she also knew
that this was a different generation of dolls. They were more obedient. Fuse
asked John if it was possible that he take the doll alive. The two sat in
silence for a short while before laughing. They both knew the nature of this
world.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Not long
after their conversation, John waves goodbye to Fuse and departs. About an hour
later another knock appeared on Fuse’s door. It was the doll. John had
described what she had looked like to Fuse. She wasted no time and opened the
door. In an almost robotic voice, the doll demanded where John went. Fuse
stared at the doll and nothing stared back. Fuse stared at her sword for a
moment, then the doll. She was tempted to take of this situation herself, but
she knew John would not like that. Fuse had assumed that John knew he was still
being tracked. She looked back to the doll and told her the direction John had
moved in. Fuse wondered why the doll bothered asking her even though she
obviously knew where John was going. She remembered that John had electrocuted
her earlier and messed up her internal systems. Fuse had wondered if the doll
had gotten repairs in that time, or did she continue to chase John with a
faulty tracker. The doll departed quickly and Fuse closed the door. She wanted
to contact John, but Fuse remembered back to her days being a doll. This was
one of the tactics that she learned. The doll was likely waiting nearby for her
to contact John and trace the call to his exact location. Fuse smiled and
continued on with her broadcast.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>It was now
the afternoon. John hadn’t made much distance from the radio station. The sun
was hot and it was affecting his speed. John rested in a nearby ruin of a gas
station. He got out a bottle of water and started to drink when suddenly he
heard a sound. He peaked his head from the ruins and saw a figure in the
distance. It was the doll. She had already made her way to the gas station. As
John suspected, he was being tracked somehow. The doll stopped in front of the
gas station. John waited for the doll to rush into the ruins and capture him.
He was tired. The journey in the harsh desert had drained him of energy. He
waited and waited until finally he heard a voice. It was a male voice and he
recognized it. It was Shanks. The doll was projecting his voice out from a
radio device. Shanks told John that he and the doll knows he is here. John
stood up and faced the doll. He saw the hologram of Shanks and it was looking
right at him. Shanks told John that he just wants John to give up his life as a
trader and to tell every customer he knew that he was out of the business.
Shanks had asks John to do this in the past and he never succeeded. Even though
John’s life was in danger, this time was no different. He laughed at Shanks an
insulted him. Shanks looked irritated and made a new proposition. He said that
everyone John knew would be killed if John kept opposing Shanks. John laughed
at these words and still refused. Shanks did not expect John to be so calm in
the face of death. Shanks repeated himself this time telling John that he was
serious about killing all John had ever known. John tells Shanks that the doll
is damaged and that she has not stopped for repairs from their previous
encounter. Shanks insures John that the doll is functional and can still kill
him even in her state. John still hadn’t regained his energy, but he tasks the
risk of moving anyway. Nearby there are ruins of a factory that lay waste and
John makes his move. He deploys some smoke grenades as Shanks was still
talking. The doll reacted quickly and charged John in the smoke. John was
relying that the doll’s display was still damaged, and made use of the smoke.
The doll lost John in the smoke, but spotted him heading towards the factory
ruins.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>John ran
inside the factory. He had lost the doll momentarily, but knew that it would
not be long until he is found again. He spots a staircase nearby and climbs it.
The staircase looked very old and damaged. John felt that any hard movements
would bring the staircase down. He was right. As he was climbing, the staircase
started to shake. When he reached the top he placed a detonation charge on the
staircase. At the same time, the doll had just entered the factory. Shanks’
voice was still being heard. He was taunting John to come out and fight. The
doll looked around the room. John attempted to avoid her line of sight, but
failed. He was spotted and the doll quickly bolted for the staircase. John ran
and detonated the small charge. He took out the staircase. The doll looked for
another way to reach John. She found crates stacked on top of each other and
used them to reach the second floor. John kept running and spotted a ladder. He
climbed the ladder and found that the ladder was missing a spot where John
could grab. He looked up and saw the next piece of metal he could grab onto
wasn’t that high up. John breathed in, then out before trying to jump for the
next part of the ladder. He managed to grab it, but realizes that the doll had
already caught up to him. In this moment John climbed the rest of the ladder
and reached the top of it. He was now on the damaged roof. There were missing
parts of the roof everywhere. He did not see a clear way down. John had trapped
himself. He ran back towards the ladder, but the doll had already reached the
top of it. Shanks was still talking through the radio telling John that it was
over. John had enough of hearing Shanks’ voice. He threw a knife at the doll.
The doll evaded, but John used that moment to draw his revolver and fire a
round at the radio. The radio was destroyed and Shanks’ voice could no longer
be heard. John was relieved and sighed. It was now just the doll and him. The
doll and John started walking in a circle. The circle grew smaller and smaller
until they were at arm’s length. The doll drew her knife and John pulled
another knife from his belt. The doll attacked John, but this time her
movements were easier to see. The damage from the grenade earlier and slowed
her down to a level where John could take her head on. John jumped back and
fired a bullet. The doll used her robotic arm to take the blow. There was a
dent in her arm, but the bullet did not pierce. John wasted no time for his
next action as he was already charging the doll with his knife. He fired a few
more rounds as he charged. Each of the rounds hitting her robotic arm, but none
of them wound pierce. John lunged at the doll and the doll block the attack.
The doll and John began exchanging blows. They were now cutting each other slowly.
John managed to slice into the doll’s chests, but he was taking more damage
from their trade off. John took out another small sphere. The doll was alert
and retreated further back. What John pulled out was not another electric
grenade, but a large marble. He had used his land electric grenade days earlier
when he first encountered the doll. They were very expensive to purchase and even
harder to make. John threw the marble at the doll. The doll took notice and evaded
it. During this time, John loaded a bullet into his revolver. This bullet looked
different from all the others. This was a special bullet designed to pierce thick
armor plating. He was given this bullet by a raider who didn’t have any money to
pay for his coffee. John did not want to use the bullet. He knew that he would lose
his revolver if he fired it. The bullet isn’t so kind to the firearms that used
it. The doll realized what was thrown was nothing, but junk. John was already charging
the doll at this time. He didn’t want to miss and decided that firing point blank
was a better idea. The doll reacted quickly and plunged her knife into John’s flesh.
John had took the blow with his free hand. With revolver in one hand, he fired point
blank into the chest of the doll. The revolver exploded after firing the round.
The two stumbled away from one another. John was started to lose sight. The doll
was still standing, but she was bleeding. John fell to the ground. He looked at
the doll. It appeared that she was still advancing towards him. John’s eyes slowly
closed. The last thing he saw was the advancing doll. After this, all that was left
was sound. He heard a thud of sorts and some footsteps. They were lighter footsteps.
It was not that of the dolls. He heard a voice and recognized it. It was a soft
and feminine voice. The voice was warm, like a cup of coffee.</div>
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15062058279416637155noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4628558957894897806.post-12697817585300778702018-05-08T00:02:00.000-07:002018-05-08T00:02:09.666-07:00Greed of MindWhat is this greed,<br />
This greed that has consumed the body.<br />
That has taken over every vein,<br />
Every cell, every muscle in the body.<br />
This greed has taken not only the body,<br />
But of the mind of its host.<br />
It is a parasite easily spread<br />
But cannot be killed.<br />
Death has no hold upon it,<br />
But it has a hold upon death<br />
It commands death to consume<br />
Consume the body of the withered<br />
Greed is an infection of humanity<br />
An infection that has already won.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15062058279416637155noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4628558957894897806.post-52092505976584754942018-05-07T23:58:00.002-07:002018-05-07T23:58:18.186-07:00FansWhat are fans to you people?<div>
Are they nothing more than sheep?</div>
<div>
Sheep that are willing to follow blindly,</div>
<div>
Listening to all the lies as they hear so kindly.</div>
<div>
The lies feed the sheep.</div>
<div>
It is their meal, their drink, their rest.</div>
<div>
A fan may as well be a soldier,</div>
<div>
A soldier who is ready to lay down their life for their idol.</div>
<div>
Will they not slay those who they are told to slay?</div>
<div>
Will they not ruin those who slander against their god,</div>
<div>
Their savior, their holy one most high?</div>
<div>
The end is not yet nigh.</div>
<div>
What fans are to you people</div>
<div>
Are slaves to their god.</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15062058279416637155noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4628558957894897806.post-24115568148252022892018-05-07T23:52:00.002-07:002018-05-07T23:52:51.596-07:00Fools of a SackA cup of sack is a wonderful cup.<br />
Joyous is the sack and it makes one wonder,<br />
The cup almost makes one wish for a coup.<br />
Such a coup would be a blunder.<br />
A fool with a sword and sack<br />
Sack and a army to boot.<br />
The fool will begin to pack<br />
All his sack and his loot.<br />
Oh, this man of shame.<br />
What falsity, what blow<br />
The sack and the lame<br />
The sack is all he has to show<br />
All that sack is for but a dime.<br />
A dime that fills all of time.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15062058279416637155noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4628558957894897806.post-60239659612322452762018-05-01T21:35:00.002-07:002018-05-01T21:35:32.277-07:00Fool of MindA man sits on the edge of his window<br />
Wondering of life and of coffee.<br />
He looks up to the sky wondering about his widow.<br />
He wonders whether or not she had paid her fee<br />
<br />
All those years that he spent drinking.<br />
Drinking away all the problems in his life.<br />
The drinks made him thinking<br />
Thinking all about the strife<br />
<br />
He know thinks that he is just a fool,<br />
A fool who was only looking for cash<br />
Cash obtained from only a tool<br />
A tool that has now become trash.<br />
<br />
All that pain will now disappear,<br />
For he is now very near.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15062058279416637155noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4628558957894897806.post-5685876799190037292018-05-01T21:21:00.000-07:002018-05-01T21:21:00.063-07:00Experiment 14As John opened his eyes for the first time to the surface, he saw something beautiful. The ground around him was green and there were trees all around him. For a moment, he stood there on the platform. John was finally able to breathe the air of the surface. As far as he knew, he was the first human to breathe the air of the surface since the war. As he stood there, a drop of liquid fell to the ground below him. He brought his finger over his eyes and found that they were wet.<br />
<br />
As he began to walk away from the platform that had raised him to the surface, he remembered all that were with him throughout his journey. All of them had wanted to see the surface, yet none of them made it as far as he did. John wondered if all the lives that were taken throughout this journey was worth it. John took out his radiation kit and began to scan the area. There was radiation, but not enough to cause any harm.<br />
<br />
He took out his radio and switched to the first channel. John waited, and waited. Finally there was a response from the other end. He told them about the situation above the ground. John could hear cheering from the other end. The man on the radio told him that they would send an expedition team to meet him on the surface. There was no response. A few days later, the expedition team arrived to the surface. There, near the lift was a body resting against a crate. The team approached the body to find it holding a radio, and a smiling man.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15062058279416637155noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4628558957894897806.post-5112010634779028312018-04-16T20:51:00.000-07:002018-04-16T20:51:19.977-07:00Coffee Man and the BeansA true brew from true beans.<div>
True beans are the means.</div>
<div>
In search for beans are we,</div>
<div>
What fool from earth is he.</div>
<div>
Good beans lie far and wide throughout the land</div>
<div>
He grabs them all by the hand.</div>
<div>
Eyes filled with greed</div>
<div>
He takes a swig from his mead,</div>
<div>
Dropping the beans in the ground.</div>
<div>
He buries them all in a mound.</div>
<div>
Hoping for all to see the day</div>
<div>
Till it grows he will stay</div>
<div>
Stay and watch till he grow old.</div>
<div>
Until his body starts to mold.</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15062058279416637155noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4628558957894897806.post-25151829389372838132018-04-09T20:11:00.000-07:002018-04-09T20:11:02.278-07:00Drama Scene: Fuse Radio<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
*Silence fills the air, then suddenly loud music*</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Fuse: Welcome to Fuse Radio Station, your only station for
miles. Unless some other person managed to fix up another broadcasting station.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
*Three hard knocks at the door*</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Fuse: Let’s see who that is. Hopefully it isn’t another
raider.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
*Fuse looks through the door and on the other side is a
familiar face.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Fuse: Looks like we might have a drop in guest on today’s
show folks.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
*Door opens and in walks a young man*</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Fuse: Well, well, well. If it isn’t the coffee salesman. I
don’t suppose you’re here to say hi to your good old pale Fuse?</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
*The young man shakes his head slowly while smiling*</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Fuse: While I have a talk with my good old friend here, you
guys are in for a treat. I found this album while exploring in The Desert. It’s
supposed to be some more of that rock and roll stuff that I played earlier.
Enjoy!</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
*Fuse shuts off the microphone and turns to the young man*</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Fuse: Take a seat “John”. There’s some coffee brewing on the
fire if you want some.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
John: No thanks Fuse. I’m just here to talk.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Fuse: So, how is your favorite bartender doing at The
Citadel?</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
John: She’s doing fine.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Fuse: Have you gotten any closer to her since I’ve last seen
you two?</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
John: We aren’t seeking out that kind of relationship. You
seem to be doing well out here.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Fuse: Yeah. It’s been great ever since the raiders from the east
stopped attacking. I guess ICE has been cleaning them up real good. At least
that is what I’ve been hearing as the reason why they stopped frequenting
around these parts. What really happened? I know there was an attack reported
at ICE headquarters a few days ago.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
John: ICE has been hiring some of these raiders to attack
settlements and then after a chain of settlements are nearly wiped out, ICE
comes in and “saves” everyone.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Fuse: I don’t suppose you’re the one that fucked the “boss”
at ICE headquarters?</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
John: Heh, that “boss” did not die by my hands.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Fuse: I know. Head of security told me what happened. You
told him at the moment that you just killed a woman below by dropping a table
onto her from the office, but when he looked at the windows, they were all fine
and no one was dead below.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
John: I must have been seeing things at that moment.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Fuse: I know they aren’t really looking for you right now
John, but you damn well know you got the interests of the higher ups, right?</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
John: That was going to happen regardless whether it was
from this event, or from my previous clashes with some of their interest groups
in The Desert.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Fuse: You got out alright so far. You even defeated me and
my squad.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
John: You talk as if me killing your entire squad means
nothing. Surely you still hold some animosity towards me?</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Fuse: Why would I? You broke me free from their control. I’m
sure my squad mates are thankful that they still aren’t slaves to the
government.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
John: We’ll see in time.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Fuse: I guess we will.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
*Fuse gets up and checks the pot of coffee.*</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Fuse: It seems that the coffee is about done. You sure you
don’t want some?</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
John: No thank you. I’ve had my fill of coffee today.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Fuse: Alright, more for me then.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
John: That reminds me of something. I found these albums
during my travels.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
*Takes albums from backpack and hands it to Fuse*</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Fuse: These albums look peculiar. What is this eurobeat?</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
John: Upbeat, high pumping classics. You might not like it,
but it brings back memories.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Fuse: Thanks for the albums. I think the viewers were
getting tired of listening to the same old songs over and over at this point.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
John: Are you still looking for your sister?</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Fuse: No. I stopped looking for quite some time. I figured
that since she is still being controlled that I would run into her if I make
enough trouble.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
John: Advantages of being the best killer, no?</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Fuse: Heh, yeah. I guess I do have that advantage.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
John: I don’t suppose you plan to do something drastic
anytime soon, do you?</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Fuse: I do if you have anything planned.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
John: Not yet. I’m thinking of continue my travels selling
my beans.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Fuse: I don’t think your travels are going to get any
easier. Have you found a companion to travel with you?</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
John: You damn well know I don’t like traveling with people.
I’ve had bad experiences in the past with traveling with some.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Fuse: Is it because you’re afraid that they’ll die in front
of you?</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
John: Not just that, I’m afraid that their problems will
become my own or will conflict with other people I know. I rather it just be me
traveling and if I come across trouble, it will be up to me to solve it.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Fuse: I’m not the cause of this, am I? I know I’ve killed
some of your companions before, but-</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
John: No, I’m not blaming you. Besides you couldn’t even
think for yourself at the time.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Fuse: Speaking of killing, what drove you to come to the ICE
headquarters? You usually don’t get attached to anything.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
John: I just had enough after awhile. It’s all been building
up these past few years. Something just popped in my head. Still, I didn’t let
it out yet. Coming to the ICE building was more like being blue balled.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Fuse: Blue balled?</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
John: Yes. I didn’t get to do anything, but I’m glad that
someone beat me to it. I knew that the “boss” was yet another puppet, but in my
mind it just felt that I could release myself if I popped that man. All I did
by coming to that building was put eyes on myself, although I’m still
considered uninvolved by most. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
*Violent knocking at the door*</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
John: Looks like you have guests.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Fuse: It appears I do.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
*Looks through peep hole*</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Fuse: I don’t know them. Do you?</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
*John looks through peep hole*</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
John: No I don’t.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Stranger: I know you’re in there Fuse. I’ve been listening
to the broadcast since it started today.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Fuse: What do you need stranger?</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Stranger: I’m just a fan of your broadcast and I was hoping
to get your autograph.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
*Fuse turns to John, John shrugs his shoulders*</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Fuse: Alright, I’ll open the door. Give me a moment to get
dressed.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
*John nods at Fuse and runs upstairs while Fuse slowly opens
the door*</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Stranger: Aww man, I’m just such a big fan of your work.
It’s soooo amazing to hear that noise over the radio!</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Fuse: So what did you want me to sign?</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
*John climbs out of the second story window and hides around
the corner from the door*</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Stranger: I got it right here. Let me get it.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
*The Stranger suddenly makes a quick movement with his hand
into his coat pocket*</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
*The stranger pulls a sawed off shotgun out, but Fuse and
John fire their weapons*</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
John: What a fool. A bandit you think?</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Fuse: Let’s see.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
*Scavenges body, finds small communicator and destroys it.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Fuse: Maybe. That communicator didn’t look like it was
thrown together.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
John: I’ve seen that model before. One of the tech companies
that resides in The Citadel was making them. I don’t believe that they’ve
released them yet.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Fuse: Maybe he stole a shipment?</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
John: I doubt it. Unless he was ambushing the shipment with
a large force, he would have been wiped out. I think that someone gave it to
him and was using him as ears and eyes for The Desert.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Fuse: Then why try to kill me coming out here?</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
John: I’m not the only one that knows your past Fuse and I
doubt the government just gave up and let you go.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Fuse: If they knew who I was, then why send this amateur to
take me out?</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
John: Ever since Zero Infinity, they stopped developing
human weapons like yourself. A lot of other powers have been on their asses
since that time and they haven’t been able to publicly create more soldiers.
They might still be making them secretly, but the days of mass development are
gone for now.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Fuse: If we’re lucky then this was just a random bandit
looking to loot this broadcast station. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
John: What do you want to do with the body? Our bullets went
clean through and Franks is nearby.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Fuse: You want to give the body to Franks and see if he can
salvage anything from him?</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
John: We only hit his head. The rest of his parts might be
good. Besides, there have been a lot of wounded that have been coming to him
since these planned raids began.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Fuse: Alright. Let’s wrap him up and put him in a cool
place.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
John: I’ll call Franks so he can send someone to pick this
corpse up.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
*John calls Franks as Fuse gets the cooling wraps to cover
the body*</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
John: Franks said he’ll come and pick up the cargo himself.
He should be here in a few minutes on his Mark IV Pick-up. In the mean time,
let’s make ourselves something to eat. I managed to get myself some fresh beef
from one of the farmers I’ve traded with.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Fuse: Fresh? You sure? There aren’t that many farmers that
are able to own cattle anymore.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
John: Yes, it’s fresh. I was there when he harvested the
meat from the cow. I’ll start preparing the meal. You should get back to your
broadcast.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Fuse: You’re right. The album just ended.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Fuse: Alright, we’re back. How was that album? Wasn’t it
great? I just got a few more albums from a friend. He said it’s something
called eurobeat or something.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
*Fuse talks about the weather and some stories from The Desert*</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Fuse: Alright, that’s all for now. Thanks for tuning in and
I’ll see you all tomorrow morning.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
*Fuse turns off the broadcast and turns to John*</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Fuse: That smells great. What did you use in the seasoning?</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
John: Curry powder and some spices I got from trading from
some Indians on my travels.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Fuse: Curry? What’s curry?</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
John: We aren’t actually eating curry. We’re just using the
spices that go into it to season the meat. Maybe one day if I get the right
ingredients we can eat some. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
*Someone knocks at the door, Fuse looks through the peep
hole*</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Fuse: It’s Franks. How are you Franks?</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Franks: I’m good, how are you child?</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Fuse: I’ve been doing well.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
John: Franks, how ya been? I just finished cooking the beef.
Let’s eat before you leave.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Franks: As in fresh beef? You lucky son of a bitch. I
haven’t had “real” meat in a long time…</div>
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15062058279416637155noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4628558957894897806.post-48178700482900927072018-04-08T10:11:00.000-07:002018-04-08T10:11:08.988-07:00EyesA young man walks by. There in the corner of his eye he sees a corpse. It appeared to be a body of a woman. Most of the flesh was already gone, but for some reason what remained were the eyes. He stared at it for a moment. There was something there in the eyes of the dead. It was as if it was staring into the young man's soul. He felt a chill go down his back. In the woman's hand was a pipe shotgun. The young man picked it up and examined it. It was still in working condition. The shotgun that had once served the woman was now his. He looked back at the corpse only to find that the eyes of this woman had dried out long ago. What he saw earlier was only something else. The young man laughed to himself. He paused for a moment and continued onto his journey.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15062058279416637155noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4628558957894897806.post-47604338798801207102018-04-03T10:18:00.001-07:002018-04-03T10:18:52.699-07:00TacoA young man sits silently in the corner. He looks down the road and sees people walking by. The air is fresh and the breeze is wonderful. He waits and waits hoping for something to come. Hours pass and nothing comes. By now a food truck would have pulled up, but today something was off. The truck was nowhere to be seen. The young man sighed. He was looking forward to converse with those inside the food truck and enjoy a nice drink. The young man looked at the time and his next class was about to start. He got up and began his silent walk. At times he would look back to the road where the truck usually was hoping it would come at the last moment, but nothing came. The young man didn't look back anymore and continued on his way.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15062058279416637155noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4628558957894897806.post-56580881692246159372018-03-31T23:03:00.001-07:002018-03-31T23:03:11.193-07:00MeatballsThe young man starred at the sky. Moments ago he was sparred from embarrassment of his family eating his coffee marinated beef. Now his family had given him more time by going shopping. He had only a few hours to cook something for them. The young man did not waste time procrastinating and went straight for his wallet. He knew what he must do to get though the holiday. He pulled out his debit card, kissed it, and dialed a number. He ordered spagaspag and meatballs from his favourite Italian restaurant. The food came and the young man prepared it to look like he made it. The family returned home and he unvailed the food. He wasn't proud, but at least he fed his family.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15062058279416637155noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4628558957894897806.post-36704229691489049802018-03-31T22:58:00.001-07:002018-03-31T22:58:42.231-07:00BeefIt was 12AM. The beef had yet to be prepared. The young man was panicking. He had never cooked beef in his life and anything else he cooked was not raw. The young man sat down with a jug of coffee. He sat and thought for a long while. He looked at the coffee and had an amazing idea. He took the beef and put it in a container. He then poured cold coffee and submerged it. The young man placed it in the fridge and slept. He woke up and then proceeded to cook the beef. It wasn't long after which he began to regret what he had done. It was too late. The beef was cooked and his family had arrived.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15062058279416637155noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4628558957894897806.post-61764751010713947592018-03-16T17:07:00.000-07:002018-03-16T17:07:14.958-07:00A Cup of FoolsLong ago along the borderlands, there was a cup. This cup had many rumors surrounding it and as time went on, the rumors got even bigger. Once it was told to hold the elixir of immortality. Some other time it was told to hold great power. Many attempted the journey to find it, but all gave up. All, but one man. Many years after the rumors died down, a young man selling coffee beans decided to give this journey a go. It was much easier ever since the two surrounding cities were wiped out. All he had to deal with were scavengers. When he got to the suspected place he realized the landscaped had changed over the many years of bombardment. It had revealed what was once a hidden temple. The young man entered. Bodies laid scattered on the ground. Whatever traps there were were already tripped by others in the past. Upon a table in the middle of the temple was a cup. The young man stared at the cup only to realize what had happened. He knew the cup. It was familiar to him for as a young boy his father would often drink out of that cup. The young approached the cup to confirm his suspicion. Engraved on the cup were the initials of his father. Also carved into the cup was a crescent moon that he had carved into the cup as a child. He stood there for a moment laughing. The young man then took the cup and left.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15062058279416637155noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4628558957894897806.post-69884261405901845342018-03-07T18:47:00.000-08:002018-03-07T18:47:17.531-08:00Nights 1A young man walks the dead streets. Not a soul in sight, yet there is a presence. It is visibly hidden, yet still seen. The young man does not stop. He continues his course. As he walks he is certain that he hears footsteps. The young man smiles. Lately there have been reports of people being mugged at night. It had been a long time since he has had any fun. The young man walks into an ally way. He stops. Then a hand taps his shoulder. The young man turns around to find a older man with a knife in his other hand. The old man demands for the young man's wallet and phone. He gives them up without a second thought. The old man looked through his wallet right there and then rather than wait till he got away. In that moment the young man took out a syringe and quickly stabbed the old man in the neck. Within seconds the old man went down. The young man grabbed his wallet and his phone. He dialed a number and asked for a pickup. It wasn't long until a van appeared. A woman steps out of the van. She smiles at the young man and thanks him before dragging the unconscious old man into the van. She waved the young man goodbye one last time and then drove off. The night was quiet again and the young man was alone. He stood there in the ally way for a few minutes. Then he went on with his night.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15062058279416637155noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4628558957894897806.post-35003444118055013862018-03-01T21:39:00.002-08:002018-03-01T21:39:57.803-08:00Experiment 9A young man sat on his porch. It was a beautiful day. He had just made himself a cup of coffee. He took in the coffee through his noise. The coffee was giving off a strong stench. Every time the coffee would exhale, the young man would breath in the air. "Bean. It's me." A voice said. Bean looked around. There was no one in sight. He shrugged and drank his coffee. "Bean, it's me, your father. Stop drinking me!" A voice said. Bean looked into his cup. The waves on the liquid's surface were still. Bean was sure the voice was coming from the coffee now. "I think I never woke up last night." he said to himself. "No you fool, I'm talking to you from the other world. You used those coffee beans I gave you years back." said the coffee. "The hell did you do? Transfer your soul into some shitty ass coffee beans? These are the worst I ever drank!" said Bean as he stood up. "It's not my fault the coffee is shit. The lady who sold me these infused beans didn't exactly sell them to me for their exquisite taste. Look, just listen to me boy. I don't have much time over here." the coffee said. "Alright, I'll listen. DAD." said Bean as he went inside his house. "Basically, someone fucked up and undid a seal from one of the ancient temples in Quebec. Long story short, dumbass got his body taken over by the soul of a forgotten warlord. He now plans to break the seals from the other temples. I'm currently in the other world so I can't just go back in a short amount of time. Your mother is busy dealing with a case in southeast Asia. You're the only one I could contact that was close by." the coffee said. "Right, by close by you mean a few hundred miles away. Now, who was the dumbass who blew up the only plane I had because he 'shot the wings' off by accident? Oh wait, that was you." Bean responded angrily. "bu-" the coffee said before being interrupted. "No buts. Don't even think about asking me to use a teleportation scroll. I'm dead broke and I don't intend on buying a scroll for some wizard who is probably going to rip me off." Bean said as he opened the door to his room. "I got the transportation covered. The bartender in the next town owed me a few favors. She'll be willing to give you a teleportation scroll." the coffee said as it was being placed down. "Right..." Bean said as he put on his bomber jacket and his gear. "I'm heading out now." he said as he drank the rest of his coffee. The room was then silent. Bean went downstairs and washed his coffee cup. He then went out of his house and began his journey to the bar.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15062058279416637155noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4628558957894897806.post-9486728377598622122018-02-17T08:28:00.000-08:002018-02-17T08:28:10.382-08:00Tears and PoisonFor some explainable reason I cannot bring myself to cry any longer. My tears seemed to have stopped. I have cried time and time again when I was younger. Now when I wish the tears would fall, they never do. She's dead yet I am unable to bring myself to tears. Have I just become so numb to all this that I no longer cry? This world and its events have poisoned me. I who was aware of this poison did nothing to shield myself from it.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15062058279416637155noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4628558957894897806.post-88559521976781931862018-02-14T18:40:00.002-08:002018-02-14T18:43:07.709-08:00Experiment 7 Cute Scene ThingYoung Man: (Walks into Bar) Somehow I just keep coming back to this place.<br />
<br />
Bartender: (Looks up and over to Young Man) Well, well, well, if it isn't the coffee salesman. How are you doing?<br />
<br />
Young Man: (Walks up to bar and sits in front of bartender)I'm well. How are you?<br />
<br />
Bartender: Business has been good. (Whispers) The girl is doing well, I sent her off with one of my hands to get some fresh air. Also, things seem to be heating up. What the hell did you do at the ICE building?<br />
<br />
Young Man: Nothing much, just business.<br />
<br />
Bartender: I figured as much. Want a pint?<br />
<br />
Young Man: That'll be great. (Whisper) Did my contact enter yet?<br />
<br />
Bartender: No that girl isn't here yet.<br />
<br />
Young Man: Oh, so it's a female.<br />
<br />
Bartender: Just wait a bit, I'm sure she'll turn up soon.<br />
<br />
(Hours pass by)<br />
<br />
Bartender: (Closing up bar) I still don't see her. Maybe is bailed ou-<br />
<br />
Kaine: (Walks into bar) Looks like we are the only ones here.<br />
<br />
Young Man: (Looks up) So you're "Kaine". Nice name. You look different that before. Did you do something with your face?<br />
<br />
Kaine: I'm just as surprised as you are. My boss didn't tell me who I was meeting. The only thing I knew was to see the bartender. If I knew it was you I wouldn't have accepted this whole job.<br />
<br />
Young Man: Too late for that. Sit down and have a drink. It's been awhile since we three met.<br />
<br />
Kaine: (Sits on bar) Alright. I'll take a few beers. You'll have to explain yourself as well. Word underground is that you pissed off ICE real good.<br />
<br />
Young Man: I think the situation has been exaggerated. It's been a few years. Things happen.<br />
<br />
Kaine: That seems to be an understatement. (Pulls out cigarette)<br />
<br />
Young Man: Maybe so...(Lights cigarette)<br />
<br />
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15062058279416637155noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4628558957894897806.post-42341638415432390212018-02-13T15:38:00.003-08:002018-02-26T21:03:24.723-08:00Narrative 1 A Cup of Coffee<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
The rain falls upon the earth. It has been a long time since
the young man has seen rain. It surprised him as well as the people around him
who live in The Desert. The young man wasn’t there as long as the others, but
seeing the rain brought joy to him. It has been nothing, but dry days for
months on end even the nights were dry despite the cold. The young man looked
upon the sky with all its grandeur. After looking for quite some time, the man
went into his tent. It was very confined. The tent was filled with boxes with
only a small corner for him to sleep. There was a certain smell that came from
his tent. It was a strong smell. The people around him didn’t mind this smell.
In fact they enjoyed it for it was something they all desired as well. It was a
luxury to them that they have not seen in awhile. It was small, black and the
size of a raisin. It was coffee beans. The young man was a merchant that went
around The Desert selling his coffee beans to settlements and anyone who wanted
them. He was a well known merchant and people liked him for his policies. He
never cheated people and always gave them the exact amount they wanted. No one
wanted to be the one to mess with him. Not because he had a good name to
himself, but because he would dispatch them easily if they tried anything.
Occasionally if a fool would ever think about robbing him, the young man would
give them a chance to rethink their actions. He wasn’t into ending lives, but
did it out of a necessity.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>The rain
stopped and a week had passed. The young man packed up his equipment and
supplies into the truck and waved goodbye to the folks he has been around for
the past month. He got into his truck and road off into the desert. His next
destination was a small little settlement close to the initial blast zone. It
didn’t surprise him that people lived so close to the blast zone. As hours go
by, the young man could finally see the settlement. He stopped his truck, and
put on his radiation suit and gas mask. The area ahead was all uneven ground so
he took whatever supplies he needed and continued on foot. Upon approaching the
settlement, he noticed something wrong. There was a billowing smoke stack
coming from the settlement. When he finally reached the walls, he noticed that
there was a hole in the wall. Around it were scattered bodies. As he entered
the settlement he saw dismembered bodies everywhere. There was nothing left of
the settlement. It appears the settlement was raided not too long ago. The
young man was alerted to the sight of a door opening. A man and a woman walked
out. They were covered in blood and laughing as they spoke of what they just
did to the people inside the building. The two were unable to see the young man
because he was seeing them from the side. The young man didn’t need to get into
anymore trouble and began to walk away. As he walked back, he could hear the
woman yell at him asking for him to stop. The young man turned around and stood
there staring at them. Upon closer inspection he saw that the man and the woman
were from a large raider group. The woman had called out to him not because
they wanted to kill him, but because she recognized him. The young man smiled,
asked how they were doing. They told of their latest exploits on how
defenseless the settlement was and how they didn’t stand a chance. After their
conversation, they took out a box of shotgun shells and gave it to the young
man. In return he gave them the coffee beans he was planning on trading with
this now ruined settlement. They waved goodbye and departed from the young man.
The young man stood there again. He took in his surroundings. In the corner of
his eye something caught his attention. It was a little girl. She was alive.
The young man recognized this girl. He had given her some supplies and had
spoken to her the times he had traveled. Somehow the girl had ended up here in
this place. The girl was trapped under a corpse. The man recognized the body.
It was her mother. It seems she protected her from the bullets that were flying
around. The young man rolled the girl’s mother off her and picked her up. She
wasn’t crying, but she didn’t say anything either. The man put her on her feet
and they both stared at the sight before them. He had been doing this sort of
thing for years. Seeing this sort of sight was nothing new to him, but like
back then it affected him slowly. This time he couldn’t just shrug it off. He
felt something burning inside him. The two spent some time burying the bodies
and making crosses for them. After they finished burying everyone, the young
man put the girl in his truck and rode off to Springs. Springs was a good city.
The crime rate was low and people respected the law and each other. He knew a lot
of people there. Upon arriving to the city, he entered a bar. He walked up to
the bartender who was also the owner. He spoke with her for a few moments then
handed the girl over to him. He then went outside and unloaded a majority of
his supply of coffee. He gave them to the bartender. She stared at him, sighed
and then went to the back of the bar. She came back carrying a few boxes of
ammunition. The bartender didn’t bother trying to talk him out of what he was
able to do because she knew how devoted he was to whatever he had his sights
on. He smiled back at her and then to the girl. The young man waved goodbye and
left Springs.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
He knew where their known bases
were. After all, he traded with them. Usually people who walk up to their base
are killed with no hesitation, but it was different for him. They knew him and
they knew what he carried. He opened up his map and stared at it. The closest
base was a day’s journey. He drove in the morning, then into the evening and
rested at night. There was no true rest for him. His mind was occupied by what
he had seen throughout his years in The Desert. He thought he was numb to all
the horrors this land had to offer, but he was wrong. By the time he was done
thinking of his life it was the next morning. He packed his gear into the truck
and made himself coffee. It wasn’t just any coffee. It was the coffee that his
parent’s had given him before he started his journey. He kept it as a keepsake
even though his parents only intended for it to be used as supplies for his travels.
The smell off the coffee reminded him of his life back in the west. He drank
his coffee in silence looking at the sun as it rose up. After he finished his
coffee he got in his truck and continued driving. By noon he reached the
outskirts of his destination. The young man drove right into the raider camp
with no trouble. All the people he passed smiled at him or looked up to
acknowledge his presence. He smiled back. He stopped his truck and got out.
From a distance he could see the camp leader walking towards him to greet him.
The young man still had a few crates of coffee left in his truck. He greeted
the camp leader. Smiled and gave her a crate of coffee. He asked her if she had
heard of a resent settlement raid nearby. She told her that it was on a list of
settlements that they were asked to hit and that the main raider base did most
of the raiding. He thought this was the end of the information he was going to
get from her, but she kept talking. She told him that they weren’t raiding for
themselves or of necessity. They were hired by a man. From the description of
the man she was describing, the young man recognized him immediately. He was
the head of a very well known private military called Ice. The young man
thanked the camp leader and left in his truck. While he was driving he was
thinking of what Mr. Ice was doing. It didn’t take long for the young man to
get what Ice had planned. With the raids on many settlements, other people may
be scared to start up their own settlements and the existing ones will be on
edge. Ice would come in to act as their savior offering them military
protection from these raiders.</div>
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The young man’s next destination
was the main raider base. Like the raider camp, he had no trouble getting
inside. He asked to meet with the base leader and they let him through. The two
of them talked. They started with small talk about the events in The Desert and
what they did. The base leader then asked the young man what he wanted. The
young man asked directly if the leader was involved with Ice and if he knew
what was really happening. The leader responded that he knew exactly what was
going on and that he didn’t mind it. He only agreed to work with Ice because he
and his people would be wiped out easily if they didn’t. He was only adding a
more sand to his hour glass. The young man couldn’t blame him. They were in a
world where one’s might is a key to one’s survival. The leader asked what the
young man was planning to do. He assumed the young man wasn’t just coming to
meet him at the main base just for a conversation. The young man laughed, and
then asked the leader if he managed to scavenge any good weapons in The Desert
recently. The leaders opened a small vault behind his desk and inside were
weapons. These weapons weren’t just any kind. They were classics. None of them
were created from scrapes. They were in one piece from their original
manufacture. The leader looked around the vault, and then grabbed a weapon. He
picked up a submachine gun and handed it to the young man along with some
ammunition and body armor. He said this was all he could do for him. The young
man thanked him and handed him a letter telling him to give it to their
parents. They hugged for a moment, and then the young man left in his truck
again. His final destination was Ice’s headquarters in the capital city.
Getting into the capital wasn’t easy for regular people, but the young man was
an established trader. Upon arriving to the outskirts of the city, he reached a
checkpoint. The guards were checking incoming travelers into the city. When it
got to him, the guards smiled and started to talk with him. They were frequent
buyers of his coffee. They did their usual check cracking open a crate to find
coffee and then waved him along. What they didn’t know is that he mixed in his
weapons and ammunition in the crates of coffee. The young man arrived at a
hotel and checked himself in. Inside his room he made calls to his contact that
would get him and his weapons inside of Ice. His contact told him that Mr. Ice
would be working late in his office this weekend and that there was a small
window that the security is low. He met with his contact who handed him a
keycard into the building. The contact also handed him a copy of the building
layout as well as the locations of automated security, guards, and cameras. The
young man waited till nightfall until he made his move. The young man began his
climb up the corporate building from the back of the building. He did not need
to fire a single bullet on his way to meet Ice. He couldn’t. One mistake and
the whole building goes on alert.</div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Finally he
reached the top floor where Ice’s office was located. Inside he could see a
silhouette, but it was not alone. There was someone else in the room. The young
man ducked behind a desk as he saw the silhouette get larger heading towards
the door from Ice’s office. The doors opened and a woman came out. The young
man peeked out and saw her. She appeared upset. She went into the elevator and
went down. The young man jammed the controls to both the door and the elevator
behind him to stall the guards if they were summoned. He entered the office and
standing with his back to the young man was Ice who was watching over the city.
The young man waited for Ice to turn his back, but he never did. It was like
Ice was frozen. Ice fell to the ground. This startled the young man. Ice’s face
was all blue. On the ground he had the same pose as he did standing up. The
young man saw a needle mark on his arm. It looks like he was poisoned with
something. At that moment, the alarm was sounded. The young man knew who that
perpetrator was. It was the woman he saw earlier. Outside the office he can
hear guards at the door talking as they tried to break it down. It appears the
woman knew that the young man was coming. She told the guards a strange man had
walked into his office and had killed him and that she quickly went down to get
help. It appears that the young man’s contact was in on this. The young man
smiled. He was already waist deep in this and there was no way out. The head of
Ice was now dead and he is to blame. Over at the mini bar he could see a coffee
maker. He still had the coffee that his parents had given to him. He quickly
made himself coffee and looked out the window. The guards had stopped banging
on the door and he now heard the sound of a plasma sword as it began to cut
through the door. As he looked down, he saw a car. Outside the car was the
woman who killed Mr. Ice. The young man thought it over. Ice wasn’t the head,
all he was was a face to the public. He had nothing to lose now. With that in
mind he pushed the desk in his room to the window and pushed it out. With a
loud crash it landed on the woman. It was like those cartoons he saw on
television when he was younger. He sipped his coffee and let out a deep sigh. He looked again at the window. It had been untouched with the desk still in its place. The guards were almost done cutting through the door. The young man finished
his coffee and took out his weapons. He laid them on the ground and stared at
the door. The young man had realized too late that Ice was just a puppet. He
was blinded by his own emotions and didn’t think it through. The young man
started laugh at this ridiculous situation he was in. The doors finally opened
and the guards rushed in and surrounded him. They all yelled at him telling him
to get on the ground. Then the last person walked in. It appears he was in
charge of these guards because when he raised his hand, they all silenced. He
ordered his men to take all of the young man’s weapons and that everyone else,
but they remain inside. After everyone left, guard sighed and stared at the
young man. They knew each other. The young man had saved his life a few times
throughout The Desert on his travels. This guard got to know the young man
quite well. The guard questioned the young man and the young man told him
everything. After listening to what had just happened, he called for his men
back. The guard insured the young man that the news of this happening would
never get out and that all footage was to be erased. The young man asked why he
could trust all his men to stay quiet. He responded telling him that all the
men in this room are loyal to him and only him. The young man smiled at the
guards and laughed. He offered them some coffee that he had brewed earlier.
They all drank it. Outside, the sound of sirens were getting louder. At the
very same time, rain started to pour and the smell of coffee filled the air.</div>
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15062058279416637155noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4628558957894897806.post-78349677380977999942018-02-13T15:38:00.000-08:002018-02-13T15:38:02.560-08:00Early RainI awoke to the sound of droplets hitting the earth. It was 2am that morning. I saw rain for the first time in years. You couldn't tell from my face, but I was happy. Then I remembered what had transpired in my world. I remember how none of this was possible. I laughed to myself. I woke up. The skies were red and the world was in ruins. The war had affected everyone. The droplets I heard was the sound of blood as it spilled from one of the settlers in my settlement. It appears we are being raided and for some reason the raiders thought I was dead. Maybe I should have been. I looked like the corpse that lie adjacent to where I was. I arose from my sleep sack and grabbed the rifle out of the dead settler's hands. It looks like he never even got a shot off. In the distance I could hear the screams of other settlers. I grabbed what remaining ammunition was around and set off to the REAL world.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15062058279416637155noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4628558957894897806.post-90457265505984490012018-02-06T16:32:00.001-08:002018-02-06T16:32:21.418-08:00Young Man and the wineHe didn't know what it was and he didn't care. The taste he got of the unmarked wine bottle lured him. He became obsessed. Everyday he tried to ask the old man what was the name of the wine, but the old man would never tell him. The old man kept it a secret from the young man. Years later, the old man was on his death bed. It was at this moment he finally decided to tell the young man what the wine was. He whispered a name into the young man's ear, let out a final laugh then a gasp of air, then died. The young man's face was horrified. What the old man told him was something that he regret hearing for the young man knew what this name was associated with.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15062058279416637155noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4628558957894897806.post-86064622945457726682018-02-05T18:27:00.003-08:002018-02-05T18:27:56.313-08:00Young man and the chaliceA young man sits next to many others. They sit in silence. Time passes by and the young man follows what the others are doing. He has no real clue on what is happening. He never really did. The young man just followed what he saw the others doing from a younger age. There was something that drew him back to this solemn place. It was some liquid. It was a clear, and red liquid. It had always filled him with some joy when he took a sip of it from that chalice. He didn't know whether or not it was the chalice itself or the wine, but he didn't care. It had been years since that time and that solemn place was now in ruins. He stares at the chalice and smiles for it is now his.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15062058279416637155noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4628558957894897806.post-81566652343184108662018-01-31T16:40:00.002-08:002018-01-31T16:40:46.300-08:00Experiment 6 Slam HappinessOne tells of the days of happiness of their childhood.<div>
But these days were instead filled with emptiness.</div>
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Oh how lucky were those people with faces of joy.</div>
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If only they knew that these days were long gone.</div>
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Those who know true happiness know of those bitter days.</div>
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The days in which they knew better than the joyous ones.</div>
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I do not hate those who have experienced just happiness.</div>
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I pity them for the day that all ends.</div>
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Happiness does not last for eternity.</div>
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Those who have never been bitter do not know.</div>
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They do not know of the pain of losing it.</div>
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Once they do know of the agony,</div>
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They will come to see</div>
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That what they had before was truly a blessing.</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15062058279416637155noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4628558957894897806.post-18234738196341319612018-01-31T16:35:00.000-08:002018-01-31T16:35:07.838-08:00The boy and the cupThe sun was gone and in its place was a mysteries light in the sky. The young boy had never seen this light source before. Up in the sky he could see tiny twinkles of light and for the first time he saw a circle of light in the sky. He was bewildered. Never before had he seen such a thing. His parents had always made him go to bed early while the sun was still falling, but tonight was different. Tonight he had done something he had never before. He had taken a swig of some black substance from a cup he saw on his dad's table. The boy always sees his father drink this black goop and somehow just when he felt tired, the mysteries substance seem to have given him energy. Tonight the boy was able to swallow this black substance because his mother and father went out and his father carelessly left his cup out. This black substance interested the boy and in became infatuated with it. Oh, how this bitter liquid would reflect the years to come for this boy. A taste of the future...Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15062058279416637155noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4628558957894897806.post-77195816535499575002018-01-29T17:39:00.003-08:002018-01-29T17:39:50.171-08:00Experiment 5The pain has yet to sink in, but the wound was glaringly bad. I was losing a lot of blood. The firefight was still continuing as I lay their holding my wound. The Koreans were losing a lot of men, but so were the Japanese. They ignored me while I was down. Guess I wasn't in their way so they decided not to waste any bullets on me. It wasn't long since the firefight started. I could already hear the sirens in the background. The police were going to show up any minute and I doubt the two groups would suddenly stop fighting. I had to get myself out of there somehow. Suddenly the bullets stopped flying. I couldn't see what was going on, but I heard a familiar noise. It was the sound of the android who has been chasing after me charging up her beam cannon. At this moment, the bullets started to fly again, but not between the two groups. The bullets impacted on a metal surface. They were likely firing at the android trying to destroy it. I knew the destructive power of her cannon as well as her durability. These fools won't be able to take her down. I couldn't move yet, all I knew to do was to lower my head and cover my neck. As I did this, she fired her cannon. Then everything went white.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15062058279416637155noreply@blogger.com0