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Seeing as Stryke Is writing AliBoy's Diary, which you all should read I thought it would only be fair if I returned the favour and dedicated this story entirely to Stryke. Hope it goes well. I'll post it in parts when I get the time. Enjoy.
Stryke sat lonely at his table, his fingers were cold due to the lack of a decent fire, his office was dark and cold. There was a knock at the door, his secretary Sally walked in.
"Excuse me sir, there is a letter here for you."
Stryke hadn't received a letter in a long time so he knew it must be semi-important. He also noticed that his secretary looked a little manly in the facial region, too much facial hair. He decided with the way his life was going there was no harm in asking.
"Err, I don't know how to ask this in a polite way but are you a bloke."
"Excuse me?" she replied.
"You know, a bloke, a man. Male of the species. You look like a man, sound like a man, are you a MAN?"
She sat down, "Ok I am a man, these clothes make me feel confident and pretty. My real name is Ant. At first I was Sally at weekends but now it is all the time. I need help."
Stryke sat down and began an in-depth conversation that involved monkeys, furry slippers and beards. Soon Ant was cured. He was no longer this bloke in woman's clothes. He was a new man, no longer a freak.
"Oh yeah I've got a letter. Leave for a moment will you Ant?" asked Stryke.
He began to do a victory dance, his first letter in nearly five years.
He began to open it, slowly so that the envelope remained intact, he pulled out a letter and what looked to be a map. He began reading.
* Dear friend,
you are in great danger, before we parted I gave you a small box which I told you never to open, you probably did but the object inside will have been no use to you. This object is extremely important and valuable but also deadly in the wrong hands. You must bring it to me and make sure you are not followed. Your dear friend Rasta. *
Stryke quickly gathered some important items that he felt he may need, also grabbed the box, which was empty then proceeded to pick the strange looking object up of the floor. It had been used as a door stop and was quite dusty. He shoved it in the box, and got Ant to drive him in his old Citroen 2CV. They followed the directions on the map and were led to an old run down looking building on the edge of town. The place smelled, not a normal smell though, it was like every bad and rotten smell he had ever smelled all rolled into one.
They made there way into the lift, which also appeared to be the public toilet due to the smell, he pressed the button for the 10th floor. The doors opened to reveal a lovely spacious room, it smelled like spring.
"Come Ant, we are here."
"Eh, just a minute, nature calls" Ant remained in the lift as the doors closed.
Minutes later the doors opened and Ant walked out, "That's better."
Rasta greeted them in the hall. "Who is this?" he asked.
Stryke introduced them both. "Chris, this is Ant, ok. Chris is an old friend, we were part of a covert team with a mission to rid the world of the evil powers of "The Poisoned Ninty", Ant is my cross dressing secretary who's life appears to be worse than mine."
****
Stryke's life changed in a big way. He was a great soldier and a required part of the team. A mole in their operation caused the team to be wiped out and Stryke and Rasta had to live in hiding as they were presumed dead. His new identity has him down as a detective, but nobody ever needs him, until now.
*****
"So what do you need me for?" Stryke asked.
"Well the past four years the "Poisoned Ninty" have been searching the blast site and surrounding area for something, recently I worked out what. You hold the key to the future and it is time to take revenge." Replied Rasta.
Ant sat in the corner, "Can I help, I know stuff."
They decided they could use extra help, so they let Ant stay.
Stryke sat lonely at his table, his fingers were cold due to the lack of a decent fire, his office was dark and cold. There was a knock at the door, his secretary Sally walked in.
"Excuse me sir, there is a letter here for you."
Stryke hadn't received a letter in a long time so he knew it must be semi-important. He also noticed that his secretary looked a little manly in the facial region, too much facial hair. He decided with the way his life was going there was no harm in asking.
"Err, I don't know how to ask this in a polite way but are you a bloke."
"Excuse me?" she replied.
"You know, a bloke, a man. Male of the species. You look like a man, sound like a man, are you a MAN?"
She sat down, "Ok I am a man, these clothes make me feel confident and pretty. My real name is Ant. At first I was Sally at weekends but now it is all the time. I need help."
Stryke sat down and began an in-depth conversation that involved monkeys, furry slippers and beards. Soon Ant was cured. He was no longer this bloke in woman's clothes. He was a new man, no longer a freak.
"Oh yeah I've got a letter. Leave for a moment will you Ant?" asked Stryke.
He began to do a victory dance, his first letter in nearly five years.
He began to open it, slowly so that the envelope remained intact, he pulled out a letter and what looked to be a map. He began reading.
* Dear friend,
you are in great danger, before we parted I gave you a small box which I told you never to open, you probably did but the object inside will have been no use to you. This object is extremely important and valuable but also deadly in the wrong hands. You must bring it to me and make sure you are not followed. Your dear friend Rasta. *
Stryke quickly gathered some important items that he felt he may need, also grabbed the box, which was empty then proceeded to pick the strange looking object up of the floor. It had been used as a door stop and was quite dusty. He shoved it in the box, and got Ant to drive him in his old Citroen 2CV. They followed the directions on the map and were led to an old run down looking building on the edge of town. The place smelled, not a normal smell though, it was like every bad and rotten smell he had ever smelled all rolled into one.
They made there way into the lift, which also appeared to be the public toilet due to the smell, he pressed the button for the 10th floor. The doors opened to reveal a lovely spacious room, it smelled like spring.
"Come Ant, we are here."
"Eh, just a minute, nature calls" Ant remained in the lift as the doors closed.
Minutes later the doors opened and Ant walked out, "That's better."
Rasta greeted them in the hall. "Who is this?" he asked.
Stryke introduced them both. "Chris, this is Ant, ok. Chris is an old friend, we were part of a covert team with a mission to rid the world of the evil powers of "The Poisoned Ninty", Ant is my cross dressing secretary who's life appears to be worse than mine."
****
Stryke's life changed in a big way. He was a great soldier and a required part of the team. A mole in their operation caused the team to be wiped out and Stryke and Rasta had to live in hiding as they were presumed dead. His new identity has him down as a detective, but nobody ever needs him, until now.
*****
"So what do you need me for?" Stryke asked.
"Well the past four years the "Poisoned Ninty" have been searching the blast site and surrounding area for something, recently I worked out what. You hold the key to the future and it is time to take revenge." Replied Rasta.
Ant sat in the corner, "Can I help, I know stuff."
They decided they could use extra help, so they let Ant stay.
Rasta asked for the strange and mysterious object. Stryke handed it over and asked what it was.
"You see Stryke, ancient soldiers from many moons ago found a strange liquid that has mystical powers. When used in certain ways it holds the power to anything imaginable."
"oo really, that's amazing" replied Stryke.
"I was pulling your leg, it is a man made substance which when used right offers the greatest gaming experience ever. In the wrong hands though it can be used to destroy the human brain." Rasta took a swig from his hip-flask before he started talking again. "When we managed to get the last ever bottle of this mysterious liquid from the Poisoned Ninty we were going to be killed by our commanding officer, he was part of the Poisoned Ninty and was ready to take over the world. He killed our force, he thought we were dead, but he knows we are alive, he is going to kill you and me and we have to do something about it."
Rasta lead them into a small room, all along the walls was various machine guns and weapons.
He handed the bottle back to Stryke. "Keep it safe, I trust you with this."
"Take it you like hunting?" asked Ant.
"What in Bobs name would you hunt with them? Small countries." Replied Stryke.
As they began to laugh there was a knock at the door followed by a huge explosion, a squad of men wearing black military uniforms entered through the huge hole were Rasta's door used to be. The began shooting in various directions. Stryke and Rasta began to return fire. Ant was too busy trying to pick a gun, he was like a kid in a sweet shop. Eventually he went for the one suitably named "Big Muddy Funster" He aimed and fired, the kickback caused Ant to go shooting back through the wall and into the bathroom. The result though was devastating. The whole side of the apartment block was missing.
"Well that is one way to do it." Said Rasta. "We must move out."
They piled as many weapons and supplies into Ants car and they drove off.
While driving Rasta's mobile began to ring. "We have you know, fools, stop and prepare to die."
"it is him, it's the poisoned ninty, he's back". Stryke armed himself with a machine gun, handgun and a shotgun. "Time to finish this"
They drove round the next corner to see a tank coming towards them. "Well looks like we should move." They left the car and headed for the small side streets, they encountered numerous enemy soldiers before the finally made it in one piece.
"We are here" said Rasta. "Where are we?" replied Stryke.
It was a odd looking building, the emblem on the sign looked familiar but he couldn't remember exactly where he had seen it before. They made there way to the top floor, a dark figure stood before them.
"Good work Rasta, I knew you could fool him."
"What, its you! But I killed you!" shouted Stryke.
"Killed? No. But I am a dying man, only one thing can save me, but the machine is useless without it. Give me it." The figure said.
"Rasta, how could you?" asked Stryke.
Before he could finish Rasta struck him causing him to fall to the ground, he then smacked Ant over the back of the head with the butt of his gun knocking him out cold.
"Evolution, Stryke, I have evolved into this. It is my destiny."
Stryke handed the Poisoned Ninty the small bottle. He opened it and was ready to pour it into the machine.
"WHAT!! It is empty! Kill him."
Stryke closed his eyes. The two gunshots echoed round the room. Rasta turned to Stryke. "Get up you fool, it is over, we have to get out of here. Quick grab Ant and lets go" Stryke couldn't believe it. Rasta had shot the Poisoned Ninty and the guard. It was an evil plan but a blommin' good one.
They left quickly and headed over to the console makers, a big factory that produced the consoles now after the console war and the final war. Rasta took a small urine sample bottle from his pocket.
"Think you might have a use for this" said Rasta.
The worker looked at him strangely. "nah mate, take it to your doctor, we make games machines." He replied.
"no you idiot, it is the sacred liquid." The whole place went quiet. A man in a suit approached them, "So it is true? We have been waiting for you for quite some time."
So there you go, we have come to the end. Stryke went back to being a detective, very popular one too. Ant became a partner/side kick figure and helped Stryke a lot. Rasta remained a true friend and a source of information and weapons supplies. Ant no longer wears womans clothes unless he has been drinking heavily. So we leave the story here. Maybe a sequel, who knows?
"You see Stryke, ancient soldiers from many moons ago found a strange liquid that has mystical powers. When used in certain ways it holds the power to anything imaginable."
"oo really, that's amazing" replied Stryke.
"I was pulling your leg, it is a man made substance which when used right offers the greatest gaming experience ever. In the wrong hands though it can be used to destroy the human brain." Rasta took a swig from his hip-flask before he started talking again. "When we managed to get the last ever bottle of this mysterious liquid from the Poisoned Ninty we were going to be killed by our commanding officer, he was part of the Poisoned Ninty and was ready to take over the world. He killed our force, he thought we were dead, but he knows we are alive, he is going to kill you and me and we have to do something about it."
Rasta lead them into a small room, all along the walls was various machine guns and weapons.
He handed the bottle back to Stryke. "Keep it safe, I trust you with this."
"Take it you like hunting?" asked Ant.
"What in Bobs name would you hunt with them? Small countries." Replied Stryke.
As they began to laugh there was a knock at the door followed by a huge explosion, a squad of men wearing black military uniforms entered through the huge hole were Rasta's door used to be. The began shooting in various directions. Stryke and Rasta began to return fire. Ant was too busy trying to pick a gun, he was like a kid in a sweet shop. Eventually he went for the one suitably named "Big Muddy Funster" He aimed and fired, the kickback caused Ant to go shooting back through the wall and into the bathroom. The result though was devastating. The whole side of the apartment block was missing.
"Well that is one way to do it." Said Rasta. "We must move out."
They piled as many weapons and supplies into Ants car and they drove off.
While driving Rasta's mobile began to ring. "We have you know, fools, stop and prepare to die."
"it is him, it's the poisoned ninty, he's back". Stryke armed himself with a machine gun, handgun and a shotgun. "Time to finish this"
They drove round the next corner to see a tank coming towards them. "Well looks like we should move." They left the car and headed for the small side streets, they encountered numerous enemy soldiers before the finally made it in one piece.
"We are here" said Rasta. "Where are we?" replied Stryke.
It was a odd looking building, the emblem on the sign looked familiar but he couldn't remember exactly where he had seen it before. They made there way to the top floor, a dark figure stood before them.
"Good work Rasta, I knew you could fool him."
"What, its you! But I killed you!" shouted Stryke.
"Killed? No. But I am a dying man, only one thing can save me, but the machine is useless without it. Give me it." The figure said.
"Rasta, how could you?" asked Stryke.
Before he could finish Rasta struck him causing him to fall to the ground, he then smacked Ant over the back of the head with the butt of his gun knocking him out cold.
"Evolution, Stryke, I have evolved into this. It is my destiny."
Stryke handed the Poisoned Ninty the small bottle. He opened it and was ready to pour it into the machine.
"WHAT!! It is empty! Kill him."
Stryke closed his eyes. The two gunshots echoed round the room. Rasta turned to Stryke. "Get up you fool, it is over, we have to get out of here. Quick grab Ant and lets go" Stryke couldn't believe it. Rasta had shot the Poisoned Ninty and the guard. It was an evil plan but a blommin' good one.
They left quickly and headed over to the console makers, a big factory that produced the consoles now after the console war and the final war. Rasta took a small urine sample bottle from his pocket.
"Think you might have a use for this" said Rasta.
The worker looked at him strangely. "nah mate, take it to your doctor, we make games machines." He replied.
"no you idiot, it is the sacred liquid." The whole place went quiet. A man in a suit approached them, "So it is true? We have been waiting for you for quite some time."
So there you go, we have come to the end. Stryke went back to being a detective, very popular one too. Ant became a partner/side kick figure and helped Stryke a lot. Rasta remained a true friend and a source of information and weapons supplies. Ant no longer wears womans clothes unless he has been drinking heavily. So we leave the story here. Maybe a sequel, who knows?
A story about me? I'm blushing, la sir!
Seriously, very good story. Definitely an occasion for the LOL! Poss more?
Seriously, very good story. Definitely an occasion for the LOL! Poss more?
Very good, Alan
Seeing as Stryke Is writing AliBoy's Diary, which you all should read I thought it would only be fair if I returned the favour and dedicated this story entirely to Stryke. Hope it goes well. I'll post it in parts when I get the time. Enjoy.
Stryke sat lonely at his table, his fingers were cold due to the lack of a decent fire, his office was dark and cold. There was a knock at the door, his secretary Sally walked in.
"Excuse me sir, there is a letter here for you."
Stryke hadn't received a letter in a long time so he knew it must be semi-important. He also noticed that his secretary looked a little manly in the facial region, too much facial hair. He decided with the way his life was going there was no harm in asking.
"Err, I don't know how to ask this in a polite way but are you a bloke."
"Excuse me?" she replied.
"You know, a bloke, a man. Male of the species. You look like a man, sound like a man, are you a MAN?"
She sat down, "Ok I am a man, these clothes make me feel confident and pretty. My real name is Ant. At first I was Sally at weekends but now it is all the time. I need help."
Stryke sat down and began an in-depth conversation that involved monkeys, furry slippers and beards. Soon Ant was cured. He was no longer this bloke in woman's clothes. He was a new man, no longer a freak.
"Oh yeah I've got a letter. Leave for a moment will you Ant?" asked Stryke.
He began to do a victory dance, his first letter in nearly five years.
He began to open it, slowly so that the envelope remained intact, he pulled out a letter and what looked to be a map. He began reading.
* Dear friend,
you are in great danger, before we parted I gave you a small box which I told you never to open, you probably did but the object inside will have been no use to you. This object is extremely important and valuable but also deadly in the wrong hands. You must bring it to me and make sure you are not followed. Your dear friend Rasta. *
Stryke quickly gathered some important items that he felt he may need, also grabbed the box, which was empty then proceeded to pick the strange looking object up of the floor. It had been used as a door stop and was quite dusty. He shoved it in the box, and got Ant to drive him in his old Citroen 2CV. They followed the directions on the map and were led to an old run down looking building on the edge of town. The place smelled, not a normal smell though, it was like every bad and rotten smell he had ever smelled all rolled into one.
They made there way into the lift, which also appeared to be the public toilet due to the smell, he pressed the button for the 10th floor. The doors opened to reveal a lovely spacious room, it smelled like spring.
"Come Ant, we are here."
"Eh, just a minute, nature calls" Ant remained in the lift as the doors closed.
Minutes later the doors opened and Ant walked out, "That's better."
Rasta greeted them in the hall. "Who is this?" he asked.
Stryke introduced them both. "Chris, this is Ant, ok. Chris is an old friend, we were part of a covert team with a mission to rid the world of the evil powers of "The Poisoned Ninty", Ant is my cross dressing secretary who's life appears to be worse than mine."
****
Stryke's life changed in a big way. He was a great soldier and a required part of the team. A mole in their operation caused the team to be wiped out and Stryke and Rasta had to live in hiding as they were presumed dead. His new identity has him down as a detective, but nobody ever needs him, until now.
*****
"So what do you need me for?" Stryke asked.
"Well the past four years the "Poisoned Ninty" have been searching the blast site and surrounding area for something, recently I worked out what. You hold the key to the future and it is time to take revenge." Replied Rasta.
Ant sat in the corner, "Can I help, I know stuff."
They decided they could use extra help, so they let Ant stay.
Stryke sat lonely at his table, his fingers were cold due to the lack of a decent fire, his office was dark and cold. There was a knock at the door, his secretary Sally walked in.
"Excuse me sir, there is a letter here for you."
Stryke hadn't received a letter in a long time so he knew it must be semi-important. He also noticed that his secretary looked a little manly in the facial region, too much facial hair. He decided with the way his life was going there was no harm in asking.
"Err, I don't know how to ask this in a polite way but are you a bloke."
"Excuse me?" she replied.
"You know, a bloke, a man. Male of the species. You look like a man, sound like a man, are you a MAN?"
She sat down, "Ok I am a man, these clothes make me feel confident and pretty. My real name is Ant. At first I was Sally at weekends but now it is all the time. I need help."
Stryke sat down and began an in-depth conversation that involved monkeys, furry slippers and beards. Soon Ant was cured. He was no longer this bloke in woman's clothes. He was a new man, no longer a freak.
"Oh yeah I've got a letter. Leave for a moment will you Ant?" asked Stryke.
He began to do a victory dance, his first letter in nearly five years.
He began to open it, slowly so that the envelope remained intact, he pulled out a letter and what looked to be a map. He began reading.
* Dear friend,
you are in great danger, before we parted I gave you a small box which I told you never to open, you probably did but the object inside will have been no use to you. This object is extremely important and valuable but also deadly in the wrong hands. You must bring it to me and make sure you are not followed. Your dear friend Rasta. *
Stryke quickly gathered some important items that he felt he may need, also grabbed the box, which was empty then proceeded to pick the strange looking object up of the floor. It had been used as a door stop and was quite dusty. He shoved it in the box, and got Ant to drive him in his old Citroen 2CV. They followed the directions on the map and were led to an old run down looking building on the edge of town. The place smelled, not a normal smell though, it was like every bad and rotten smell he had ever smelled all rolled into one.
They made there way into the lift, which also appeared to be the public toilet due to the smell, he pressed the button for the 10th floor. The doors opened to reveal a lovely spacious room, it smelled like spring.
"Come Ant, we are here."
"Eh, just a minute, nature calls" Ant remained in the lift as the doors closed.
Minutes later the doors opened and Ant walked out, "That's better."
Rasta greeted them in the hall. "Who is this?" he asked.
Stryke introduced them both. "Chris, this is Ant, ok. Chris is an old friend, we were part of a covert team with a mission to rid the world of the evil powers of "The Poisoned Ninty", Ant is my cross dressing secretary who's life appears to be worse than mine."
****
Stryke's life changed in a big way. He was a great soldier and a required part of the team. A mole in their operation caused the team to be wiped out and Stryke and Rasta had to live in hiding as they were presumed dead. His new identity has him down as a detective, but nobody ever needs him, until now.
*****
"So what do you need me for?" Stryke asked.
"Well the past four years the "Poisoned Ninty" have been searching the blast site and surrounding area for something, recently I worked out what. You hold the key to the future and it is time to take revenge." Replied Rasta.
Ant sat in the corner, "Can I help, I know stuff."
They decided they could use extra help, so they let Ant stay.