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mandag den 22. december 2008

RPG continued

"Boss, boss. Listen"
#Aw, Jesus, haven't you heard of knocking? Can't you see I'm shooting up here?#
"Boss. You've gotta get word over to the Hawks. Were going into the Volgite."
#Shit, why#
"All over the news boss, some big explosion did structural damage, threatening to collapse the whole damn thing, from X10 level and up."
#Who cares, X10 and up is shithole city, deathworld to be#
"Apparently the frozen rich freaks in the lower habitat cares. Something about them don't wanting the whole damn thing to come crashing down upon them. Anyways. It comes straight from the Gov'ner. We have to assess the damage and lead a big fucking crew to do repairs."
#Shit#
"We're gonna need a whole lotta protection down there, and they say we can use the Hawks. Can you ask for Sweenie and the other guy. What's his name, ... Buckham."
#Ow god, Jesus, they will just shoot up the place even more, their nuts, you know that#
"Oh yea, I know. I was thinking, we could get some aaaaactiooooon. Some mutant brainspatter, hehe"
#You're a sick man, Jesus. A sick man. One thing I will never figure out is why on Fenksworld, your momma ever called you Jesus.#
"Heh. Was the only way she could keep from my dad that she was screwing every Bom, Slick and Perry this side of the Callisto galaxy."
#Yeah,... em right. Anyways give me the rundown#
"Bomb, big one. Might even have been a tac nuke. Blew up in some bar near X10 level. We've got surveillance. Here. Check it out."
#Place is almost empty. Just some old guy in a wheelchair and the bartender.#
"But look at the time. Was right around a pit fight, so everyone had gone. OK, check this out. Look at the guys wheelchair."
#Holy shit#
"Yep it's all just bright light and then static after the camera got blown away."
#No I mean it looked like it came from the damn wheelchair.#
"It did, Boss. The old guy was sitting right on top of it."
#Terrorist?#
"Dunno."
#OK, rig up. I'll call the damn Hawks. This one is political. I can smell it. Something big is on the way.#
"You know, Boss, that blast"
#Don't say it, Jesus#
"That blast would have sent the old guys wheelchair."
#I warn you, you little maggot.#
"So far up his ass."

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