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#91
The Seven Deadly Sins are traditionally regarded as some of the fundamental human flaws, the parts of humanity that make us the depraved, sniveling little toads we are. Everyone knows their names, they are about as basic as human evil goes. They're as old as time and despite their age they continue to trip us up to this very day. Lust lives in the specter of AIDS, Wrath is displayed on the faces of our leaders like war paint, and Greed is personified in the short sighted avarice of our political and business leaders. Even the least thought of of the sins, Sloth and Gluttony continue to show their ugly faces in cases such as the obese man in Ohio who was so obese and immobile that when he died he was fused to his chair.

   But those Seven aren't the only primal evils. They've got brothers and sisters in crime. These other sins are known as Apathy, Deception, Short Sightedness, Prejudice, Willful Ignorance, Exploitation, and Fear. They don't get as much attention as the more traditional seven, but they are just as, if not more, damaging to our development as a species.

   First up is Apathy, the distant cousin of Sloth. Apathy is indifference, its just not caring about anything that doesn't affect you. Its being unwilling to rock the boat, to try and make change or even have an opinion. Apathy is evil by omission. Look at every genocide, every dictatorship, every singularly vile act in human history and you'll find people who knew that things were messed up but said nothing. Apathy is letting monstrous shit happen because you don't have the guts to make a stand.

   On April 18, 2010 a Guatemalan immigrant called Hugo Alfredo Tale-Yax was stabbed several times while trying to save a woman from an attack. He bled to death in the street as people walked by, doing nothing to help him. The only person who stopped only did so to take a picture of him dying with a camera phone. And this isn't the only case of such behavior. On Christmas Day, 2010, a charity worker by the name of Simone Back posted a suicide note on Facebook. The message was short and simple, "Took all my pills be dead soon so bye bye every one." The response from her 1,082 "friends" was to mock her. While she died of an intentional overdose, these people, some of whom lived within walking distance, called her a liar and argued with each other. No one even bothered to inform her mother of the note until seventeen hours later. Simone's mother posted a message on Facebook announcing her daughters death and asking her friends to please leave her alone. These people who claimed to be her friends were still insulting and arguing about Simone even after she was dead.

   I'm sorry, does this make you feel uncomfortable? Does hearing about the indifference and cowardice of people who do nothing while people suffer around them offend you? Good, because it should. This should make you angry and sick inside. But does it? Think about how this little tidbit affected you. Cause there is a pretty good chance you just wrote it off, just like the spineless bastards who stood by and let  Simone Back and Hugo Alfredo Tale-Yax die. Because hey, it isn't your problem, why should you get worked up over it?
#92

QuoteAlright, not knowing what the Thieves World rules are (I'll google later) and this being a recurring character for you, I'll change the name.

No need for that. Thieves world rules means we can use each others characters as long as we dont' kill them. That's all. Go ahead and use the character.
#93
QuoteSemaj, I used Frye's name here because I like the name and I was looking to keep the cast down.  I'll gladly change if that's not alright.

No problem. Samuel Fry is just a recurring character in my head. I'd ask you use the Thieves World rules, like Roger suggested, but aside from that have a ball.
#94
QuoteThankee...still working on the last bits...I think I have like 2-3 more chapters.

Can't wait to see them!
#95
QuoteCould also just be what happens when the larvae hatch from their cocoon...awake, aware, and fully functional within minutes.

Yeah, that could also be the case. That was just the first thing that popped into my head. ECH left it vague, so there's a couple ways it could be interpreted. Though, I think your idea is less of a stretch.

Also, Jenne, really nice work!
#96
QuoteWell, if that's what you want to read into it, feel free. I left it that ambiguous on purpose.

That's what I got from it at least. Also,

QuoteAlso, it was all I could do not to end it with "and then she got eaten by a grue."

:spit:

There goes my soda. Nice job, ECH.
#97
QuoteShe woke up in the dark, with no memory of who she was or how she had gotten there. There was a hard chill in the fetid dampness, but it merely registered in her central nervous system as a condition of her new environment. She certainly didn't feel it.

Truth be told, she didn't seem to feel anything.

The darkness was cloying, so thick it was almost physical, but that didn't bother her any more than the cold. Her eyes might be useless now, but that didn't mean she couldn't see. Sounds, smells, vibrations...all colliding in her head, swirling together, painting a more vivid and accurate picture than any sense of sight ever could. She had awoken in a dead-end tunnel hewn from ancient rock. The floor was mostly dry here, but the walls were slick with water and covered with patches of a fungus no human had ever laid eyes on. At the far end, there was a crack in the rock, and through the crack another tunnel ran perpendicular to the one she was in. This tunnel was made of a different, smoother material. The walls were perfectly round, and in the middle of the broad, flat floor ran a channel with some liquid coursing through it.

Having no other apparent options, she began to move towards the strange smooth tunnel. Slowly at first, as she adjusted to the unusual gait necessitated by her current number of appendages, then faster and more confidently until she hit the junction with a speed bordering on urgency. One immediately apparent advantage of this strangely-designed body was that her current limb configuration made it possible to pivot around a 90 degree turn without slowing down or losing traction. And there was real urgency in her movement now, as the first and most basic instinct common to all life began to dawn on her. The liquid in the floor of the tunnel had to be moving in a downward direction, and what she needed was above her current position, so she followed the liquid upstream. Eventually, she came to a larger tunnel and followed that for a while until she heard a particular sound being carried by the tunnels. There was something else in the tunnel, 2 turns ahead of where she was now. A few more yards brought a scent. Something alive. Warm-blooded, even. Something that would satiate this new, overriding imperative that had taken her over. She was ravenously hungry.

It had never even occurred to her that there might be others. Food had been too large a focus to allow for any further inquisitiveness about her situation, let alone borderline-philosophical thoughts about the nature of her very existence...so it came as a complete surprise to her that when she opened her gaping maw to sing in her new language about the joys of a meal found, the darkness came alive with an answering choir.

She had found her pack, and tonight they would feed together.

So, that's what the Nessies are doing with the folks they capture. Interesting...plot thickening and all that.
#98
QuoteAs for Strange as Fiction news, let me see what I can find...

Right. I've been steadily searching for news of a bizarre bent for about an hour or so now. Got nothing. The closest thing I've found is that Real Life Super Hero/Villains thing. Also searched for criminal masterminds, secret lairs, mad science, etc.

Nothing.  :argh!:
#99
QuoteExcept the boring ones that we elect.

Criminal Masterminds? Those jackasses? Moriarty and Fu Manchu would eat them alive!

As for Strange as Fiction news, let me see what I can find...
#100
QuoteBump, cos I've been hoping for more shit like this, and it never happened.

News stories that sounds like they came from the pulps/comics? Mad Science, criminal masterminds, shit like that?
#101
RPG Ghetto / Re: SPIDER IV - A NEW HOPE.
March 30, 2011, 10:27:41 PM
I definitely vote Phox.
#102
 :mittens:

Nice! Alternate Histories are always interesting to read.
#103
Oh yeah, forget to mention that. You can use me if you want to Jenne. And my bit is kopyleft for anyone that wants it.
#104
QuoteSemaj!  Awesome stuff--love how everyone's working in the media...

Thanks! You're bits were fucking awesome by the way. Working Roger in there...nice. 

:mittens: for the entire thread.
#105
Found a tape recorder in the sewers, with a tape still in it. Not sure who this guy was, but hopefully someone can figure it out, get it to any loved ones the poor bastard had.
       Operator Fry

So, I guess this is going to be the last thing that'll ever be heard from me. The chances of me getting out of this on a messed up leg are slim at best. Throw in the fact that I'm lost, I can't find my flashlight, and the...things down here, and yeah...I'm probably not going to live through this. God help me...please...

voice breaks down into sobs for a minute or so.

Sorry about that. Look at me, crying like a fucking  baby.  Not exactly how I want to be remembered. Deep breathes. Okay, I'll start by explaining how I got down here. I was...am a journalist, or rather I'm studying to become one. I go to the London College of Media and Journalism. Anyway, I kept hearing these rumors about homeless people disappearing in the sewers, and about those Paynite psychos doing god knows what to them. So, I figured I could sneak down here with a video camera, one with night vision, and my tape recorder and blow the whole thing wide open. Jake Morrow, investigative journalist, hero. So stupid...

Sure it was dangerous, everyone has that friend of a friend who knew a guy who disappeared in the sewers. But, you never really think that you might end up being one of those guys. Yeah, my cousin's girlfriend knew this guy, Jake, who went into the sewers to do a story and was never seen again. Haha.

So, I used a manhole, one of the few that hasn't been bolted shut or put in a security camera's sights. I brought a flashlight so I could see, and a map of the sewers so I'd be able to find my around and back. The first hour or so was pretty boring, just wandering around in the dark, scared but stupidly certain that I'd be okay. I was about to give up and head back up to the surface when I heard it. A little bit ahead of me, around a bend or two, I could hear this...I don't know what it was. Sounded kind of like a bird singing. It freaked me out, but I really wanted this story, so I kept on going. As I got closer I could hear the sound of servos, the sound of power armor. Paynites.

I turned off the flashlight and pulled out the camera. Night vision worked fine, I figured I could get a quick shot of whatever was going on down here and then get out with none the wiser. I wasn't prepared for what I ran into.

It was a battle. A group of seven or eight Paynites in full power armor duking it out with these...things. Can't begin to describe them, they were moving way to fast for my camera. The servo-heads were packed up in a group, not letting the things hit their flanks. But the creatures were fast, and smart. Kept hitting the servo-heads at multiple angles, slipping in low to the ground, where the powered armor seemed to have difficulty reaching. The Paynites though, fought like steel angels, every swing taking hitting a monster.

The fight seemed to last forever. I couldn't move whether from fear or awe I can't really say. The singing grew louder, and more of the creatures flooded into the fray. Despite their efforts, the Paynites were being dragged down one by one. It didn't seem to bother them much, they just laughed or screamed out prayers over top the noise. The serv0-heads formation finally broke, and the things swarmed them. The crazy laughter turned into screams, and I ran. When the Paynites broke, so did my nerve. I ran as if the Devil was chasing me.

A low singing noise becomes audible in the background. There's a pause in the recording, like he's listening to it.

Oh god...they're coming. Okay, stay calm, gotta finish this. So, when I ran I left most of my stuff behind, including my flashlight and my map. I didn't care, I just wanted to get as far away from those things and their singing as I could. I'm not sure how far I ran before I slipped, but I did. I hit a particularly slippery batch of ground and my feet went out from under me. My camera went flying out of my hand, and I landed on top of my leg. A loud crack and pain just shot through my leg, pain so bad I couldn't help but scream. Probably killed myself when I did that, let the things know I was down here...

The singing grows louder, and his voice speeds up, starts getting that edge of fear in it.

So here I am propped against a wall, waiting for those monsters to find me. I can't walk on the leg, and the only thing I've got on me is this recorder. I'm not expecting a lot, but if anyone finds this...get it out there. People think that its all just urban legends or something. The public needs to be told.

Oh sweet jesus, oh mother, they're here! Please god, christ, help me! Eyes, eyes in the darkness! NO! PLEASE GOD...

There's a long drawn out scream, and then all that can be heard is the singing. It keeps going until the tape runs out.

Jacob Morrow has a couple of parents here in the city. We'll see what can be done for them, but for obvious reasons they can't know what happened to there son. As for the tape, destroy it. Nothing on it that'll do anyone any good.
       Chaplain Baker