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Alek snorted. As if he would believe that she didn't know what was going on. Lying came naturally to Darwinists, they had no morals everyone knew that. But then, she did save his life, and his own "allies" weren't doing him any good. His own family was after him. Maybe dealing with this Darwinist wasn't the worst idea. "I am... I am Aleksander Schmidt." He said censoring himself. "I'm a Clanker from Austria. I apologize for being rude to you, but it isn't safe for me to stay." | |
The tree stands barren in a wasteland. An ant crawls over a root. It is a lonely day for The Tree, the wing rubbing it's old branches in a slow torture. The Tree would pray for death, but no gods are listening. | |
Amay cocked her head to the side and looked at him. "Whats an austria?" she asked. This boy was confusing but she felt safe around him, he would be an ok person after they knew each other a bit more. | |
The Martian completed it's work, and began to unscrew the end of the cylinder. It was designed to hold five Martians, not one. It would take days to open it. | |
Still no reply. Ah well. What happens, happens. The prinny pushed the button. | |
all i have to say is fuck yea im off to destroy the enclave | |
Alek turned and gave the woman a puzzled look. He considered for a moment that this might not be a Darwinist ploy, after all, who could possibly think that someone wouldn't know what Austria was. But then, it still wouldn't be the strangest thing he had heard today, and who knew what they taught in Darwinist schools? For all Alek knew they could teach children that the world was flat and the sun revolved around the Earth. He didn't want to give up too much, not yet. | |
Another Darwinist beast! Alek thought. The woman now seemed more like a distraction. Dashing to the gunport Alek aimed his pistol at the demon-penguin. | |
Mike Dawson was currently leaving Dr. Sims office after having just had his headache cured. His mind was preoccupied with the Dark world though and he could feel his migraine slipping back. He pulled the smiley face magnet from his fridge out of his pocket, staring at it intently. "Maybe this will help me figure out who murdered Rita?" Suddenly He overheard what must have been peoples voices off in the distance. He couldn't identify them as anyone he had ever met, the only words he could identify from this far away was "Austria". "Oh gosh what's happening now?" | |
"All i know is that there are five great nations," she began and counted them off on her hand. "The land of Lightning, The land of Water, the Land of Fire, the land of Wind and the Land of Earth. The Village hidden in the leaves is the Land of Fire's military stronghold. Why, what nations are there here?" She said. | |
The Prinny froze as he noticed the gun pointed in his direction. His bluish hue paled to grey. | |
Alek stopped from shooting the Darwinist beast to consider his companion again. Perhaps she really didn't know where she was, or what was going on. "Well, there are five great nations here as well." Alek said "England, France, and Russia; those are the Darwinists, and Germany and Austria; we're the Clankers." He punctuated the sentence gesturing to the stormwalker they were in. | |
The Clown Wall twisted his neck to look through the crack, risking his neck. "Roscommon sounds good." He said. And so his BCT training kicked in and he ran for Roscommon. During his training, he marched and ran well over 20km. "You better run!" The wall said. The Clown simply shrugged its comment off and continued running. Eventually he heard the sound commonly associated with taverns and pubs. Mindless yelling and groaning. He planned to ask the barkeeper for further directions. He entered, carefully maneuvering the wall, and noticed one of the people from his 'drop-zone.' Of course all he could see was a glimpse of her hair but he figured that it'd be safe enough. "Excuse me miss." He said. She didn't reply. He nudged her with the wall but she still wouldn't budge. He assumed that she was knocked out cold. "What has become of you?." The wall said. The clown on the other hand was trying to pick her up. He used the E as a hook and put her on the wall. "Barkeeper, do you know of a place I can stay in?" The Clown Wall, now with Youmu exited the tavern. He went around it to be greeted by the sound of a radio and a fan. "Close enough." The clown said and he entered. "Can I get a room please? Two bedrooms preferable thanks." The clown said. The clown wall side-stepped up the stairs to the appropriate room. The hall was quite narrow so he had to wait for other people to exit first. Once inside, he left on her the bedroom and opened up a window. The room stank. "Breathe, breathe in the air. Don't be afraid to care." The wall said. | |
Dawson had been walking for a while now as he came upon the source of the disturbance he had heard. What he saw would have absolutely baffled him if he hadn't spent so much time in the dark world. What he could make out so for seemed to be a woman in a dress and some sort of man and robot thing. "I wonder if they know anything about Rita's murder?" He thought to himself. | |
Alek leaned back out to the petrified monster. "Step away from my stormwalker and I won't." He yelled. Alek didn't really want to talk to the penguin, but he couldn't abide it so close to his machine. | |
Amaya once again had a deeply confused look on her face as he mentioned the names. "Where am i?" she questioned as she began to shake, hugging her arms around herself. Amay went and sat against a wall of the stormwalker, going into denial. "It can't be, they're gone... they're gone..."she kept repeating to herself,begining to have a mental breakdown. "But how can it be... i can summon cho, he's with me, they can't be gone... my friends, the village, the hokage... They're still here." she said, begining to rock back and forth. | |
"Darwinists? Clankers?" the prinny chimed in. "What are those, dood? I'm from the underworld, so I don't know, dood." | |
Popularity is a bitch. What will you do?
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i vaporize everyone with a nuke and disintergrate the rest .the end | |
The woman was shaking. Whatever he had just said tripped something in her, Alek realized. He could sympathize, he felt similar after losing his parents. But he had a constant stream of work to do to keep them on the run. There was the stormwalker and a small group of people who had become his surrogate family. What did he know of comforting a woman who was older than he was. Without really thinking Alek went back to the storage area and picked out an officer's coat. He draped it over his stricken companion and stood back. He couldn't think of anything else to do. | |
Mike had finally caught up to the disturbance and soon noticed that a penguin with a pack had come into view. He didn't want to talk to them just yet as he surveyed the three of them. Cautious of the impossibilities in front of him. "Oh god I must still be in the dark world. That robot man sure looks impressive, it's probably bio mechanical like everything else here. I'd bow down but I'm to embarassed!" | |
Alek sighed. "Look, I have the war machine here!" He shouted. "I'm not going to explain what's going on every time someone wants to know!" | |
The coat shook Amaya out of it. "Thank you..." she siad with a bit of a smile glancing up at Alek. "Would you mind if i summoned one of my companions? He's a small snake." she asked | |
Little White Owl: Hoot Hoot, b*tches. | |
It's a heavily armored war machine. It can take artillery fire, I'm pretty sure it can take a shot from your gun. | |
"DIE! ALL OF YOU MUST DIE!" "MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" ... "My ears hurt!" | |
Hat: I just want a warm home on somebody's head ;-; | |
"Uh, sure" Alek said, relieved that Amaya was looking better. "Now then, let's go somewhere where I can get fuel." He saw a hat at the foot of the pilot's chair. "Nice." He said putting it on. | |
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Two eyes mysteriously flash from nowhere, as if conjured from the ether... then four... and just as suddenly vanish. There is the faint sounds of feline footsteps and the tiny whistle of investigating noses... that too, fades into nothing. What are these things making all that racket, Serge? can we eat them? | |
"...Snake?" that brought back some bad memories. Only now did he feel a need to back away. | |
Suddenly, a poisonous cloud of anthrax fell on everyone, and the thread died... (Wow, my avatar sure is a buzz-kill) | |
The Martian was irritated. There was a sound, a rapid metallic banging on the cylinder. It began to construct a pair of arms to help it open the cylinder. | |
Suddenly an epiphany wiggled its way into Mike's head, that robot the man referred to as a war machine must be the behemoth! It was up to him to protect humanity... from a safe distance of course. "I've got to stop them! maybe I can figure out what they're up to." Suddenly he heard they were going to look for fuel, of course! one of them must be the shapeshifter! he had to stop it from getting into the light world and killing anyone else or powering up the behemoth. He proceeded to follow them, doing his best to stay out of sight. | |
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The same dream, blocks of dirt piled on stone, piled on ash. A simplistic tune repeating itself over and over; what could it mean? From nowhere a green blob of gel hits my frail body, and I awake.
The sun rises, for some reason it wears sunglasses, but this I disregard and awake with a happy leap.
As I bounce along the grass, avoiding the slimes and the zombies and that one creature with the pink mohawk and the shark that fires bullets; I see a structure seemingly made out of red candy canes. I decide to take a closer look.