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The world is a car and you're the crash test dummy.

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Cardinal Pizza Deliverance.

Sweet merciful fuck, P3nT. I can't tell if she's happy to see us or happy to have found dinner so early in the day.
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Ladies and Gentlemen of this thread, I submit to you that Nessies are not as impossible an occurrence as we may think. Look at this bastard: http://www.jamesedwardhughes.com/4/post/2010/05/ocean-wildlife-the-long-nosed-chimera.html
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Quote from: Cardinal Pizza Deliverance. on June 19, 2011, 08:05:58 PM
Sweet merciful fuck, P3nT. I can't tell if she's happy to see us or happy to have found dinner so early in the day.

I think its the dinner-one ...


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High Altitude Haggis-Filled Sex Bucket From Beyond Time and Space.
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Pnt those are fucking AMAZING!! You my friend have a serious talent there!! :mittens:

Cardinal Pizza Deliverance.

We need a fap-mittens icon.

P3nT, you are amazing.
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ASK AND YE SHALL RECEIVE! Mecca lecca hi, mecca hiney ho! Here it is.

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EDIT: For clarity.
The world is a car and you're the crash test dummy.

Cardinal Pizza Deliverance.

Quote from: Alty on June 20, 2011, 05:24:01 AM
ASK AND YE SHALL RECEIVE! Mecca lecca hi, mecca hiney ho! Here it is.

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Nice, Alty. Now . . . where is the FRACTURE?
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Salty

Here it is:

Sister Fracture's Last Stand 1 of 3

"Where in the fuck is Lies?" Isaac said.

"He said he'd be here, man. He'll be here." We were both crouched low behind a wall that surrounded the city. The last city. Another fucking regiment had just past us and Isaac was starting to lose his nerve. Which was bad. Isaac had a god damned overabundance of nerve and enough steel to keep it going though the worst combat situations I had ever seen. He saved my life, if not countless times, certainly more often than not. If he was losing it what chance did I stand?

"Yeah and his word is two tons of shit. You oughtta know that, man." Isaac shifted his pack and checked his weapon.

"He may be a lot things-"

Isaac snorted.

"-but he's never let me down before. Shit, man, I've been through the shit with him before. For real. When the shit gets real hot that fucker is on it, no question."

"Whatever. He's gonna get us killed. I would much rather get killed by someone I like, you know?"

"Yeah," I said. "I know."

And of course my mind immediately went to her. To Fracture. I had seen her do it before, take someone out. James was one of ours. A Nessie had let something loose in one of their tunnels and it hadn't quite killed James, just the parts of him that actually made him, well, James. And it had done something to his skin.

She had killed him as soon as we saw that he was, for all intents and purposes, gone. And...I had never seen her as anything like kind until that moment, but right before she snapped his neck cleanly Fracture held that poor bastard in her arms like a mother. Like the most devoted mother you had ever seen.

"Hey FUCKSTICK." Issac was shouting in my ear, above that the high whine of incoming. "Time to go."

We grabbed our shit and ran along the wall. They had found us. They must have known about the whole plan. FUCK. HOW?

The low spot in the wall was right where we were told, and it was about there I began to regret trusting a man called "Lies" myself. I didn't mention anything to Isaac. He was keeping pace ahead of me and carrying the serious weapons, I didn't think he wanted to hear about my change of heart.

We approached it with caution, peered over the top and saw...no one. The square was clear, just like Lies had promised it would be. He also promised he would take us there, but something about beggars and choosers flitted by my mind for only a second before Isaac and I were running at speed to the other side.

The square was lit up like Christmas and it was a damned stupid place to get into the city. It was also the only way. It was the main entry way for the pigfuckers who commanded the troops who were spread throughout the country (and I suppose the rest of the world too, but that was their problem, not mine). Dignitaries, I guess you could call them. Generals, maybe. I just hoped to meet one, and maybe have about an hour to myself with them.

Expecting to get cut down by snipers the entire way we to the far end where I giant wooden door hung slightly ajar. We ran inside and I fell into Isaac who had tried to avoid a large bag which had been set inside. We landed on the ground right next to the bag, attached to one of the flaps was a card with the letters LYS SRY.

"Motherfucker, looks like he bailed" I said.

Isaac gave me a look.

I grabbed the bag and we moved.


***

In the upper levels there was little security. They never expected anyone to get this far, and I wasn't confident that we actually had. There had to be something else waiting ahead. Of course, there was something waiting for us. Somethings. No mistake about that. But until then, if there was a then, we still had a fight on our hands.

Sure enough as we ran along I began to notice that not only were there no guards or soldiers, there weren't ANY people at ALL. That wasn't right.

Even when most people, the piles of bodies that had some time ago turned to ash, had no awareness of the Nessies existence and those lone few who fought them could take comfort in knowing we could eventually unite as people and fight one common enemy. However, this comfort grew cold fast.

At first it was only a few rogue bands. Freaks. Nessie worshipers. The kind of people that were always willing to give their minds, bodies and souls over to whoever seemed like a fair bet. Then, brothers. Cousins. Mother and fathers. Children. Fucking children. You could never tell a person by looking at them that they were going to turn, and we lost twice as many in family members and loved ones of those who turned.

Those that were left alive, those whose bodies could survive, all lived in this city. I had been told that they carried on in a sick, repulsive resemblance of what life was like before the attacks worsened. A corroded horror-show of the things we had lost. You could hardly blame them. Hardly.

"Ah...I'm all turned around. Damn." Isaac was holding the map ahead of me and even though we passed this far unharmed he was even more on edge. Finding the bag like that had unsettled him. Me too.

"It's OK, man." I gave him some water and took the map.

I pointed and we kept on for some time.

"We're close," I said picking up my pace. "It's just h-"

Strung up, torso flayed, his swollen face cut into a horrible grimace, Lies swung in front of the door we needed to enter. My gut fell deeper into my body and the truth of our situation stuck me with full force. Then I heard a chuckle.

Behind us, following for who knows how long, the wall maybe, was an assortment of fucking zombies.

No one knew what it was the Nessies did that made people like this. The number one commonality they shared, however, was well known.

"Looky, looky," their rotund leader who looked like he had his fill of intruders. I looked back at Lies' corpse and saw, sure enough, pieces were missing. Isaac must have noticed it to because he chose that moment to start dry heaving.

I fell down and tried to make some kind of peace. I had done what I could, I made it this far. Isaac lifted his gun and lost his hand for it. I could have told him. Had, in fact, told him. Zombies didn't wait until you took aim before they took theirs.

With Isaac in shock next to me, and a small (but round) hoard of freaks surrounded us, I closed my eyes wishing i had brought a gun for myself. But Fracture always told me, "If you have to bring a gun you're DOING IT WRONG." and then the spear jab that would cut a little too close.

"You look a look scared." one of them said, one with foul breath. "That's good. Adrenaline, I like me the taste of adghkllle-"

I looked up and the tip of that spear hung above my eyes, dripping.

Someone started to yell but it was too late. She was a blur around them, fire red and black, swirling, slicing, heaving, kicking. So much kicking. When the last of them was down she went from body to body and kicked their faces unrecognizable with those boots. I will never forget those boots and I'm not the only one.

I stood up, brought Isaac to his feet, and let Fracture do her business. I had learned when to let her alone.

After she as done she walked past us, cut Lies down with one smooth arc of her spear, kicked open the door and said, "Move. Now."




The world is a car and you're the crash test dummy.

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Adios

Quote from: Alty on June 20, 2011, 07:36:49 AM
Here it is:

Sister Fracture's Last Stand 1 of 3

"Where in the fuck is Lies?" Isaac said.

"He said he'd be here, man. He'll be here." We were both crouched low behind a wall that surrounded the city. The last city. Another fucking regiment had just past us and Isaac was starting to lose his nerve. Which was bad. Isaac had a god damned overabundance of nerve and enough steel to keep it going though the worst combat situations I had ever seen. He saved my life, if not countless times, certainly more often than not. If he was losing it what chance did I stand?

"Yeah and his word is two tons of shit. You oughtta know that, man." Isaac shifted his pack and checked his weapon.

"He may be a lot things-"

Isaac snorted.

"-but he's never let me down before. Shit, man, I've been through the shit with him before. For real. When the shit gets real hot that fucker is on it, no question."

"Whatever. He's gonna get us killed. I would much rather get killed by someone I like, you know?"

"Yeah," I said. "I know."

And of course my mind immediately went to her. To Fracture. I had seen her do it before, take someone out. James was one of ours. A Nessie had let something loose in one of their tunnels and it hadn't quite killed James, just the parts of him that actually made him, well, James. And it had done something to his skin.

She had killed him as soon as we saw that he was, for all intents and purposes, gone. And...I had never seen her as anything like kind until that moment, but right before she snapped his neck cleanly Fracture held that poor bastard in her arms like a mother. Like the most devoted mother you had ever seen.

"Hey FUCKSTICK." Issac was shouting in my ear, above that the high whine of incoming. "Time to go."

We grabbed out shit and ran along the wall. They had found us. They must have known about the whole plan. FUCK. HOW?

The low spot in the wall was right where we were told, and it was about there I began to regret trusting a man called "Lies" myself. I didn't mention anything to Isaac. He was keeping pace ahead of me and carrying the serious weapons, I didn't think he wanted to hear about my change of heart.

We approached it with caution, peered over the top and saw...no one. The square was clear, just like Lies had promised it would be. He also promised he would take us there, but something about beggars and choosers flitted by my mind for only a second before Isaac and I were running at speed to the other side.

The square was lit up like Christmas and it was a damned stupid place to get into the city. It was also the only way. It was the main entry way for the pigfuckers who commanded the troops who were spread throughout the country (and I suppose the rest of the world too, but that was their problem, not mine). Dignitaries, I guess you could call them. Generals, maybe. I just hoped to meet one, and maybe have about an hour to myself with them.

Expecting to get cut down by snipers the entire way we to the far end where I giant wooden door hung slightly ajar. We ran inside and I fell into Isaac who had tried to avoid a large bag which had been set inside. We landed on the ground right next to the bag, attached to one of the flaps was a card with the letters LYS SRY.

"Motherfucker, looks like he bailed" I said.

Isaac gave me a look.

I grabbed the bag and we moved.


***

In the upper levels there was little security. They never expected anyone to get this far, and I wasn't confident that we actually had. There had to be something else waiting ahead. Of course, there was something waiting for us. Somethings. No mistake about that. But until then, if there was a then, we still had a fight on our hands.

Sure enough as we ran along I began to notice that not only were there no guards or soldiers, there weren't ANY people at ALL. That wasn't right.

After the first attacks, when the Nessie's came at us directly (which we learned was only a scare tactic, which worked very, very well), we felt the comfort of knowing we could unite as people and fight one common enemy. However, this comfort grew cold fast.

At first it was only a few rogue bands. Freaks. Nessie worshipers. The kind of people that were always willing to give their minds, bodies and souls over to whoever seemed like a fair bet. Then, brothers. Cousins. Mother and fathers. Children. Fucking children. You could never tell a person by looking at them that they were going to turn, and we lost twice as many in family members and loved ones of those who turned.

They all lived in this city. I had been told that they carried on in a sick, repulsive resemblance of what life was like before the attacks. A corroded horror-show of the things we had lost. You could hardly blame them. Hardly.

"Ah...I'm all turned around. Damn." Isaac was holding the map ahead of me and even though we passed this far unharmed he was even more on edge. Finding the bag like that had unsettled him. Me too.

"It's OK, man." I gave him some water and took the map.

I pointed and we kept on for some time.

"We're close," I said picking up my pace. "It's just around this-"

Strung up, flayed, his face cut into a horrible grimace and swollen, Lies hanged in front of the door. Our door. My gut fell deeper into my body and the truth of our situation stuck me with full force. Then I heard a chuckle.

Behind us, following for who knows how long, the wall maybe, was an assortment of Zombies.

No one knew what it was the Nessies did that made people like this. The number one commonality they shared, however, was well known.

"Looky, looky," their rotund leader who looked like he had his fill of intruders. I looked back at Lies' corpse and saw, sure enough, pieces were missing. Isaac must have noticed it to because he chose that moment to start dry heaving. You didn't battle Nessies on a full stomach.

I fell down and tried to make peace with my end. Isaac lifted his gun and lost his hand for it. I could have told him. Had, in fact, told him. Zombies didn't wait until you could aim before they took theirs.

With Isaac in shock next to me, and a small (but round) hoard of freaks surrounded us, I closed my eyes wishing i had brought a gun for myself. But Fracture always told me, "If you have to bring a gun you're DOING IT WRONG." and then the spear jab that would cut a little too close.

"You look a look scared." one of them said, one with foul breath. "That's good. Adrenaline, I like me the taste of adghkllle-"

I looked up and the tip of that spear hung above my eyes, dripping.

Someone started to yell but it was too late. She was a blur around them, fire red and black, swirling, slicing, heaving, kicking. So much kicking. When the last of them was down she went from body to body and kicked their faces unrecognizable with those boots. I will never forget those boots and I'm not the only one.

I stood up, brought Isaac to his feet, and let Fracture do her business. I had learned when to let her alone.

After she as done she walked past us, cut Lies down with one smooth arc of her spear, kicked open the door and said, "Move. Now."







I will wait until I see how far you go with the freaks, I had a dream about a decent story line involving them.

Cardinal Pizza Deliverance.

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"The only way we can ever change anything is to look in the mirror and find no enemy." - Akala  'Find No Enemy'.

Adios


Eater of Clowns

I'm writing this down as a reminder to myself.  The next several weeks promise to be hellish.  They'll be infuriating, with dead ends, and they'll be unpredictable and, worse, people will probably be involved.  Actual people, not Paynites, who are at least reliable even if I don't trust them.

I have to find this kid before he dies.  If he's not dead already.  His hopes didn't look too high with those Nessies chasing after him.  Oh, and his hopes didn't look too high with the government and just about everybody else seeing his face all fucked up on the tele.  Wonder what happened in that building.  I'll have to ask him when I meet him.

When I meet him.  I've never done this sort of thing before, but how hard could it be?  There cannot be a lot of Sam Sams running around.  If anyone else is after him, well, they'll be dealing with Nessie.  They'll be hearing her song for the first time, they'll watch her slither and consume.  Nessie is old news to me now.  I know her well enough that she won't be a problem.  Keep an eye out and a sharp stick handy.  They know the Hessian.  They don't know me.

Bloody hell I ramble even when I'm writing.  Right, I'm writing this down as a reminder.  I'm writing this down as encouragement, and well, because it's important:

Do not underestimate Sams.

You did it when you were an Operator.  Your wife hadn't been long scattered and all of a sudden people were disappearing and your world was blown open by monsters and you met this, well, just this naïve kid.  Only he wasn't that.  Actually, he was that, he is precisely a naïve kid.  But he's not just anything.  And you underestimated him while he played his hand better than you ever could.  Maybe he didn't mean to, but you were made to look just as much a fool as the Paynites he escaped from when he finally got out of the tunnels.

Clearly the media and the government underestimated him.  They were both there when he introduced them to his old mates from the sewers.

And he keeps outdoing us all.  Somehow, be it luck or savvy or trickery, I don't know.  He's surviving, albeit in a manner few would envy.  So again:

Do not underestimate Sams.

That is all.  Go find him.  And burn this page except for the bit about your partner, you dolt.
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