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Started by LMNO, March 23, 2005, 01:17:10 PM

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Mourning Star

You're a deranged cunt LMNO... and I love ya for it,  I've never been compelled to pick my way through a 41 page fucking thread.  but this story's made it worth it.

so yes, I add to the bumping and begging with demands for more.

Demands that I, as the unpaying consumer have no rights to make, but demands that I make just the same.

LMNO

Chapter 20: Down We Go

So, I set off down the Mountain.¬† I pushed my way through strange plants of almost-bamboo, gnarled trees with sharp leaves, and odd insects that buzzed menacingly.¬† The ground was slick with a grayish moss, and the boots I had lifted off the corpse were worn pretty thin.¬† My leg kept barking its truth about the state of my bones, as I used the cane as best I could among the rocks.¬† I could hear running water as I struggled to avoid the thorns of some sort of carnivorous plant that had half a lizard dangling from its bloom, and I made my way towards it.¬† The sound soon became a roar as mist began to fill the air, and the jagged rocks became even more treacherous and slick, jabbing into the soles of my feet through the boots, and cutting my shins.¬† I hoped the mossy lichens weren,Äôt toxic.

The trees soon gave way to a precipice, opening up on a massive waterfall.¬† For a moment, the past few days gave way to a stunned tranquility.¬† My mind can deal with a lot of stuff associated with living in The City, with its high technology and low motivations.¬† But this; this was something else.¬† Above me, the cliff rose hundreds of feet in the air, its sides polished smooth by the water rushing over it.¬† Hundreds of feet below, the water plunged into the darkness of a chasm, the canopy obscuring how far down it actually went.¬† And the water itself!¬† It was a bright blue, blue like a crayon, blue like a crashed computer before the Singularity Merger.¬† It practically leapt from the crest like an animal, as spray flung away from the rock face, while the water itself crashed and boomed it,Äôs way past me.¬†

An errant jet of the blue liquid broke on an outcropping next to me.  My nose and tongue picked up the scent of blood, and I reached out to wipe my fingers against the outcropping, and then stuck them in my mouth.  A sharp taste snapped my head back, and I realized what made the water so blue.  There must be an extremely high copper content in that waterfall, which is why the rocks were so smooth.  I sat down, unsure of myself in such a place, wondering where to go next.

Something buzzed by me, almost lumbering through the air.¬† I looked around and saw an insect, about as big as my finger.¬† I didn,Äôt know what the hell it was.¬† It had wings, almost like a dragonfly, but nowhere near as graceful.¬† It seemed to be thrown off balance by its large frontal claws, and a wicked looking tail that arched over its back.¬† A winged scorpion, I guess, except for having only 2 legs, like a sparrow.¬† And big, black eyes.¬† It hovered for few seconds, looking at me.¬† I was slowly reaching for my cane when it came at me, buzzing furiously with a speed it hadn,Äôt shown before.¬† Its claws dug into my chest, and that tail jabbed into me, just below my left collar bone.¬† I managed to grab the cane with my right hand and smash it into my own chest just as a cold numbing spread through my left shoulder and down my arm.¬† I hear a crunch, but that damn tail seemed to be burrowing into me.¬† I smashed it again with the cane, and this time it stopped moving, and hung limply from my chest, my fresh blood mingling with whatever juices that thing was keeping inside it.¬†

That cold numbness had made its way all down my arm, and I suppose that was a small blessing, as the damage I had suffered in the cave was muted to a more manageable level.  But I could also feel it making its way through my torso, and I wondered what the hell I was going to do if I became an almost-walking study in full-body Novocain.  Using my cane, I struggled to my feet, and noticed a change in the timbre of the waterfall.  It had grown deeper, more resonant, less like water, and more like something familiar, something man made.

Over the edge of a waterfall, some sort of ship appeared.¬† Well, I thought it was a ship, but as it cleared the edge of the waterfall, it kept going horizontally.¬† It didn,Äôt fall over the edge.¬† I could feel the numbness creep up my neck as the craft, vehicle, whatever it was, clear the edge of the falls, and begin to gently descend.¬† It was circular, about 20 yards in diameter, with a clear domed top.¬† It also made a muted roaring sound that was a mixture of a constantly collapsing building and the afterburner of a jet.¬† As my entire left side went numb, I was reminded of some old movies my grandfather used to show us before unauthorized media devices were outlawed.¬† He called them ,ÄúFlying Saucers,Äù.

My numb left leg and my broken right one could no longer support my weight.  I collapsed as gently as I could against the sharp rocks, half grateful again to whatever the fuck was in my bloodstream.

The craft settled until the clear dome was level with the ledge I was on.¬† The dome parted in the middle, and a man with flying goggles called out to me, ,ÄúAre you LMNO?,Äù

I weakly raised my right arm in affirmation.

,ÄúOh, good.¬† I,Äôm Reverend W.H. Name.¬† Looks like you might need some help.,Äù

P3nT4gR4m


I'm up to my arse in Brexit Numpties, but I want more.  Target-rich environments are the new sexy.
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walking the fine line line between genius and batshit fucking crazy

"computation is a pattern in the spacetime arrangement of particles, and it's not the particles but the pattern that really matters! Matter doesn't matter." -- Max Tegmark

AFK

Aha!  I always knew I was an alien!
Cynicism is a blank check for failure.

LMNO

I hope to hell I can find time to add more to this soon.  I had a bit of a brainstorm recently, I just hope I can get it on the page.

Triple Zero

yay, i just read this. nice work!

also: write more ;-)
Ex-Soviet Bloc Sexual Attack Swede of Tomorrow™
e-prime disclaimer: let it seem fairly unclear I understand the apparent subjectivity of the above statements. maybe.

INFORMATION SO POWERFUL, YOU ACTUALLY NEED LESS.

Mourning Star


Idem

OSHI-

Read the first one, I'm gonna go through all the pages now.

cyberus

The bun-sellers or cake-makers were in nothing inclinable to their request; but,which was worse,did injure them most outrageously,called them prattling gabblers,lickorous gluttons,freckled bittors,mangy rascals,shite-a-bed scoundrels,drunken roysters,sly knaves,drowsy loiterers,slapsauce fellows,slabberdegullion druggels,lubberly louts,cozening foxes,ruffian rogues,paltry customers,sycophant-varlets,drawlatch hoydens,flouting milksops,jeering companions,staring clowns,forlorn snakes,ninny lobcocks,scurvy sneaksbies,fondling fops,base loons,saucy coxcombs,idle lusks,scoffing braggarts,noddy meacocks,blockish grutnols,doddipol-joltheads,jobbernol goosecaps,foolish loggerheads,flutch calf-lollies,grouthead gnat-snappers,lob-dotterels,gaping changelings,codshead loobies,woodcock slangams,ninny-hammer flycatchers,noddypeak simpletons,turdy gut,shitten shepherds,and other suchlike defamatory epithets; saying further,that it was not for them to eat of these dainty cakes...

Fredfredly ⊂(◉‿◉)つ

you arent going to finish this story til im 50, arent you?  :cry:

LMNO

A hatch opened in the side of his vehicle, and some attachments, that looked like a very large spatula and some tongs, emerged and scooped me up.  I couldn,Äôt tell if it was gentle or not, as my body was totally numb at this point, but the occasional mutterings from Name didn,Äôt give me much confidence.  Eventually, I was dumped into some sort of medical-looking cot with various attachments looming all around it, fortunately on my back.  Name got up from the controls, and stood over me.

,ÄúDamn, you look like shit.,Äù

,ÄúWh. Ah. Yuh...,Äù

,ÄúHold on a sec.  I can flush the poison, but we may as well take advantage of the situation.,Äù  He removed the splints on my arm, and then with little grace, planted one foot in my side, and pulled as hard as he could.  I could hear various pops and cracks as he re-broke the bones.  If I could grimace at the sound, I would have.  I couldn,Äôt feel anything, but I knew he just undid whatever sort of healing had been taking place.  I wanted to scream at him, but I was helpless.  He proceeded to do the same thing with my leg.  Turning away from me, he pressed a few buttons on the ship,Äôs wall, and a shell-like lid closed over my body, leaving only my head exposed.  I could feel my body being pulled and prodded by unknown devices, and Name went back to his controls.  I could still see him from the cot as the persistent rumbling got louder, and he began to speak.

,ÄúYeah, so, I was hanging out at the Open Bar, when Mangrove started talking about you.  Said you were all off on some quest with some hot chick.  Didn,Äôt see her with you, I hope you had the good sense to put her in some safehouse before coming to the Mountain.  Anyway, no one had heard from you for a while, so Open Bar put some tracers out, and wouldn,Äôt you know, the fuckin,Äô cops are looking for you.  You really got to learn how to keep your head down, y,Äôknow? 

,ÄúAnyway, on a hunch O.B put in a call to Zeke,Äôs.  Which leads us to here, and to now.,Äù  He stood up again, and grabbed a syringe from a compartment in the wall.  ,ÄúOk, I guess the medbot,Äôs done what it can.  Time to set you free.,Äù  He jabbed the needle into my neck, and dropped the plunger.  A warmth spread through my shoulders, and crept down my chest.  I could feel my throat loosen up, and I swallowed.  I opened my mouth.  I wasn,Äôt sure what to say.

Then it got to my arm.  The warmth turned to fire, and I could feel every newly-broken bone. I screamed.  And then it hit my leg.  I squeezed my eyes shut against the pain, and I could hear Name scramble around, muttering to himself.  Another jab in my neck, and I was out of my body.  Out of my head.  The bastard gave my synthetic OBE, I thought.  What the fuck is going on here?

,ÄúI heard that,,Äù he said, tapping the side of his goggles.  ,ÄúA neat little trick I picked up from the scrids.  Float for a while, we,Äôll talk.,Äù

Triple Zero

Ex-Soviet Bloc Sexual Attack Swede of Tomorrow™
e-prime disclaimer: let it seem fairly unclear I understand the apparent subjectivity of the above statements. maybe.

INFORMATION SO POWERFUL, YOU ACTUALLY NEED LESS.

cyberus

The bun-sellers or cake-makers were in nothing inclinable to their request; but,which was worse,did injure them most outrageously,called them prattling gabblers,lickorous gluttons,freckled bittors,mangy rascals,shite-a-bed scoundrels,drunken roysters,sly knaves,drowsy loiterers,slapsauce fellows,slabberdegullion druggels,lubberly louts,cozening foxes,ruffian rogues,paltry customers,sycophant-varlets,drawlatch hoydens,flouting milksops,jeering companions,staring clowns,forlorn snakes,ninny lobcocks,scurvy sneaksbies,fondling fops,base loons,saucy coxcombs,idle lusks,scoffing braggarts,noddy meacocks,blockish grutnols,doddipol-joltheads,jobbernol goosecaps,foolish loggerheads,flutch calf-lollies,grouthead gnat-snappers,lob-dotterels,gaping changelings,codshead loobies,woodcock slangams,ninny-hammer flycatchers,noddypeak simpletons,turdy gut,shitten shepherds,and other suchlike defamatory epithets; saying further,that it was not for them to eat of these dainty cakes...

LMNO

Name tapped at the controls, and the ship pitched forward, pointing us straight down.  I could see the waterfall plunge through the canopy, and into a dark crevasse.  A few more taps at the controls, and we began a slow descent.  The skewed perspective and the synthetic OBE made me dizzy.  I tried to put a hand up to my head, but I couldn,Äôt.  At the moment, I didn,Äôt have hands.  Or a head.  What the hell kind of ship is this, anyway?

,ÄúOh, you like it?  It,Äôs a prototype I,Äôve been working on.  Antigravity.,Äù

Antigravity.

,ÄúYeah!  See, when you smash gold atoms together, and do it often enough, the gluon plasma flux will sometimes allow new particles to form.  And as we all know, new particles equal new mass, which equals new energy.  And since Conazzio,Äôs correlation to Einstein say that high volumes of mass and energy can warp the gravitation field, it seemed like a simple step to making it directional and using it for a vehicle.,Äù

So that would mean...

,ÄúYeah, there,Äôs a particle collider in the ship,Äôs hull.,Äù

Wait.  There,Äôs no way that would work.

,ÄúDo you want to argue the fact that it,Äôs working right now?,Äù

Good point.  Uh, what,Äôs with the OBE drug?

,ÄúYour body is going to be in severe pain for a while, as the bones heal-,Äú

Again.

,Äú-yeah.  Again.  Like you did such a good job the first time.  Anyway, the medbot is out of morphine.  Don,Äôt ask, but it was one hell of a party.  So, yeah, all I had left was the synth OBE.  Trust me.  You do not want to be in your body right now.,Äù

Why am I trusting you, again?

,ÄúBecause I just saved your life.,Äù

Hmm.

,ÄúLook, if you want me to take you back to that cliff so you can deal with those wee beasties yourself, just let me know.  Otherwise, just let me drive.,Äù

Or drop, as the case may be.

We reached the treeline, and passed through it, the semi-tropical/semi-arctic trees offering little resistance as the ships warped gravitational field passed by.  They seemed to warp, split, and explode into slivers as the ship got nearer.

,ÄúTides.  It,Äôs bad news to be both inside and outside the warped field.,Äù

We sank lower, into the chasm, and any ambient light soon disappeared.

Where the hell are we going?

Name flipped a switch, and a pair of beacon lights came on.  We seemed to be in a column of sheared rock, with a spraying waterfall on one side, descending into blackness.

,ÄúO.B. said you wanted to go to the Ocean.  I,Äôve got an express line.,Äù

Mourning Star

*does the h00ray dance*