The World President stood up from behind his desk, and stretched. It had been a long day, one more in a series of long, long days ever since he started on the path to power.
It was so long ago...First an alderman. Then a state rep. Then a US Senator...Then the presidency of the United States. Most men would have been satisfied with that. But not him. No, not for him the lesser dreams of lesser men. He had to have it ALL.
He achieved this last, greatest dream in the 4th year of his presidency. He made his move, and he succeeded. Now all the world was his. Every soul on the planet answered to him.
Of course, there were a lot less people, now. 600 to be exact...Um, no, 597. There were 3 more suicides in the bunker this week, he remembered.
The president reflected on that, as he looked at the monitors that still worked. There were six, but they all showed the same thing...Radioactive snow falling on a landscape of the eternal night of a graveyard world.
But it was all his. His alone.
He'd made it to the top.
Or Kill Me.
Fuck.
Damn.
Rah.
Whoa...
Ofuk
holy BALLS.
good god, man :x
:aaa:
Ah shit.
That was chilling in a Bradbury's Martian Chronicles or Illustrated Man sort of way. :horrormirth:
Quote from: ϗ, M.S. on May 03, 2011, 02:00:11 AM
That was chilling in a Bradbury's Martian Chronicles or Illustrated Man sort of way. :horrormirth:
That's the nicest thing anyone has said to me all year. :)
This series has been the best fiction I've read on this forum, ever.
Also, I'd vote for this president.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on May 02, 2011, 07:34:18 PM
The World President stood up from behind his desk, and stretched. It had been a long day, one more in a series of long, long days ever since he started on the path to power.
It was so long ago...First an alderman. Then a state rep. Then a US Senator...Then the presidency of the United States. Most men would have been satisfied with that. But not him. No, not for him the lesser dreams of lesser men. He had to have it ALL.
He achieved this last, greatest dream in the 4th year of his presidency. He made his move, and he succeeded. Now all the world was his. Every soul on the planet answered to him.
Of course, there were a lot less people, now. 600 to be exact...Um, no, 597. There were 3 more suicides in the bunker this week, he remembered.
The president reflected on that, as he looked at the monitors that still worked. There were six, but they all showed the same thing...Radioactive snow falling on a landscape of the eternal night of a graveyard world.
But it was all his. His alone.
He'd made it to the top.
Or Kill Me.
Brrrrrr chills!
:horrormirth:
I was thinking about this. It's certainly grim, and shorter than you usually do, but I sort of liked it in that "Oh dear god :x " sort of way. And it seemed less grimmer than other things you've written, but it isn't really. The number of people who actually had to have died is too big to comprehend. Hell, 300 is too big for me.
Quote from: Jenkem and Tomahawks on May 04, 2011, 08:30:08 AM
I was thinking about this. It's certainly grim, and shorter than you usually do, but I sort of liked it in that "Oh dear god :x " sort of way. And it seemed less grimmer than other things you've written, but it isn't really. The number of people who actually had to have died is too big to comprehend. Hell, 300 is too big for me.
I tried wrapping my head around it, myself.
My high school ran from 7th to 12th grade and had 400 something kids in it. Including teachers, office staff, cafeteria works, etc . . . we'll be extremely generous and say there were 500 people in that building on any given weekday. Let's thrown in a hundred parents into the gym.
In this segment, all the people left in the world fit into one one-story school building.
Everywhere else in the world is empty of human life.
No more this: http://www.flickr.com/photos/essam/3908547501/in/photostream/lightbox/