The Richard Nixon school of ballet and the arts / Re: More Futurisitic Fun Than You Really Wanted, part I of V« on: March 31, 2011, 04:42:41 pm »
"So what's your read on Tom?"
"All those wankers? She's the reason why."
"Chaplain Baker? Chaplain Thomas? Palmer? Fry?"
"Wanker. Wanker. Decent sort. Wanker."
"Well what about The Old Man?"
"War. Of the Apocalypse. Rides a Red Horse. The Old Man is a rare sort because he's the only one that manages to be perfectly sane and all kinds of hard in the tunnels. And you can measure the rest of the servoheads by him.
Take a look at the next crew that goes with him. The ones that seem to fit by him, those are warriors. The rest, that avoid him or breathe a big sigh of relief when it's over, those are just the psychos and the poor fuckers who signed up for the worst job under the earth. Got to be something supernatural about him, too; calls me Alec. Never gave him my first name."
"Yeah, he calls me Sam too."
"Well that's what everyone calls you."
"No, they call me Sams."
"Hold off, your name is Sam Sams? Oh that's fucking rich."
"Say what you like, I've heard it before. Usually go by my middle name, anyway. So what do you think the other horsemen are?"
"Death's easy. Death is the Nessies. Famine, now, famine I figure is going to come when the Payne juice runs out."
"Hayes. Runs out?"
"Said it yourself, this is a top quality drug. It's not like they're brewing it in the shitter, right? And you can't exactly make off with some stuff like that without someone noticing. And the servoheads are getting addicted. Using more and more of it per troop, plus more troops all the time. Yeah, I figure Famine will be when we have a bunch of high powered addicts willing to do just about anything for a dose."
"You know I'm not taking it anymore, right?"
"Didn't make much sense for you to, honestly. It jacks you up, and it seems you needed a calming down more than that."
"I needed to forget, which is why it helped. But I might need it again."
"I'm thinking about joining the Templars."
"Fuck me. I think we just found Pestilence. 'S you. Plague upon my fucking mind."