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Look. Don't blame me, I'm bored. If people were in here chatting away, I wouldn't have to sink to this level.
Smoke purred from Ant's mouth, drifting into the air, and pulling the life from within him out...
"You shouldn't smoke you know. It's bad for the insides."
Ant looked down at his curry. He wouldn't be suprised if the curry did more damage.
"I can't eat any more." He said. "I'm not feeling too well today."
The man took away Ant's curry, and emptied it into a bucket.
"That'll be 90 credits..." As the man looked up, Ant was no longer at his seat.
"Put it on the slate!" Ant shouted...
Ant had recieved another message. It was from command. Apparently some of the driods had broke lose, killing a few task forces on the way.
Ant got into his hovercar, just a bog standard craft, but the seats were uncomfortable. He knew this would be his last run before he could buy another.
He pulled the craft up, and out of the giant hanger, and into the open air. It was night. You could tell it was night because there were more hovercars around, it usually gets busy at night... Ant looked up at the deep smog that had settled over the city of Pembroke many years ago... not long after Pembroke was declared the new capital of the former British Isles all those years ago... before the war.
Ant remembers it as if it were about 10 years ago, so he expected the details to be a bit foggy.
Professor Miyamoto about 11 years ago invented the next generation of machinary to compete with the Overlords Playchip 3, which was in popular demand with kids...
Under the company name Nintendo, Prof. Miyamoto released the Nintendo chip into the mass market. Hundreds of people brought them, and had them implanted. Some many happy faces... so much peace in the world...
Then something, as always it seemed, went wrong. The chips started to manufuction, taking the persons will of control with it. They produced hundreds of automated psyhcotic killing machines, and Nintendo had no control over them...
The Overlord had ordered that all Nintendo products to be taking off the market, and ordered that Nintendo was shut down.
Ant pulled out of his daydream, and realised that he was heading straight for a building... He pulled up with ease. But someone behind him, who didn't anticipate his move quickly dodged to the left to avoid Ant, and hit the building that Ant was trying to avoid. The sprialling trail of the hovercars smoke reminded Ant to light his cigarette, which was just clasped unlit between his lips. Ant thought he was going insane...
Ant managed to navigate through the rest of the car maze, and ended up at the Overlords headquarters. Sony HQ.
He landed. Finding a space was easy, just land on top of any car already there. Sometimes you would find stacks of cars miles high, with the Jenga like approuch for the man with the bottom car, attempting to remove his car... There had been several "Jenga" accidents in the last few days.
Ant had left his car, climbed down the stack of cars, and entered the building. He proceeded past reception, and walked down the dark stairs. He took the second door on the left, walked around the fountain in the middle of the room to the third door, past the small wildlife display, through the small hall, under the glass bridge, and through the red double doors.
"Who are you?" Said the man inside.
"My names Ant. I'm a Blade Runner."
"Oh... you looking for the Command office. You should have taken the fourth door near the waterfall, this is the lower hall."
"Oh. Ta."
Smoke purred from Ant's mouth, drifting into the air, and pulling the life from within him out...
"You shouldn't smoke you know. It's bad for the insides."
Ant looked down at his curry. He wouldn't be suprised if the curry did more damage.
"I can't eat any more." He said. "I'm not feeling too well today."
The man took away Ant's curry, and emptied it into a bucket.
"That'll be 90 credits..." As the man looked up, Ant was no longer at his seat.
"Put it on the slate!" Ant shouted...
Ant had recieved another message. It was from command. Apparently some of the driods had broke lose, killing a few task forces on the way.
Ant got into his hovercar, just a bog standard craft, but the seats were uncomfortable. He knew this would be his last run before he could buy another.
He pulled the craft up, and out of the giant hanger, and into the open air. It was night. You could tell it was night because there were more hovercars around, it usually gets busy at night... Ant looked up at the deep smog that had settled over the city of Pembroke many years ago... not long after Pembroke was declared the new capital of the former British Isles all those years ago... before the war.
Ant remembers it as if it were about 10 years ago, so he expected the details to be a bit foggy.
Professor Miyamoto about 11 years ago invented the next generation of machinary to compete with the Overlords Playchip 3, which was in popular demand with kids...
Under the company name Nintendo, Prof. Miyamoto released the Nintendo chip into the mass market. Hundreds of people brought them, and had them implanted. Some many happy faces... so much peace in the world...
Then something, as always it seemed, went wrong. The chips started to manufuction, taking the persons will of control with it. They produced hundreds of automated psyhcotic killing machines, and Nintendo had no control over them...
The Overlord had ordered that all Nintendo products to be taking off the market, and ordered that Nintendo was shut down.
Ant pulled out of his daydream, and realised that he was heading straight for a building... He pulled up with ease. But someone behind him, who didn't anticipate his move quickly dodged to the left to avoid Ant, and hit the building that Ant was trying to avoid. The sprialling trail of the hovercars smoke reminded Ant to light his cigarette, which was just clasped unlit between his lips. Ant thought he was going insane...
Ant managed to navigate through the rest of the car maze, and ended up at the Overlords headquarters. Sony HQ.
He landed. Finding a space was easy, just land on top of any car already there. Sometimes you would find stacks of cars miles high, with the Jenga like approuch for the man with the bottom car, attempting to remove his car... There had been several "Jenga" accidents in the last few days.
Ant had left his car, climbed down the stack of cars, and entered the building. He proceeded past reception, and walked down the dark stairs. He took the second door on the left, walked around the fountain in the middle of the room to the third door, past the small wildlife display, through the small hall, under the glass bridge, and through the red double doors.
"Who are you?" Said the man inside.
"My names Ant. I'm a Blade Runner."
"Oh... you looking for the Command office. You should have taken the fourth door near the waterfall, this is the lower hall."
"Oh. Ta."
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In some unknown cave an extremely strange scientist has decided to rebuild *SN@KE* and it will be known as *SN@KE* type2 he no longer has that silly chip in his head. He now seeks revenge on the person who tried to destroy him.
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"I will get you" *SN@KE* type 2 laughed evily, "You can never be rid of me, i am indestructable, HAHAHAHA!!!!"
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"I will get you" *SN@KE* type 2 laughed evily, "You can never be rid of me, i am indestructable, HAHAHAHA!!!!"
Unbeknownst to our travelling heroes, the Tardis had been inadvertantly parked on a downslope, and no one had remembered to put on the molecular handbrake.
Sniper was frantically pulling that the cords that bound his hands and feet together as he felt the Tardis start to slide, and a low rumbling could be heard as the ground scraped beneath the floor on which he lay.
As the shaking got more violent, a crystal shard fell from the console and landed at Sniper's feet. He quickly manoevered himself into position and managed to use it to chop away his bonds, and, getting to his feet, he lunged for the door as the Tardis lurched beneath him.
Just as he opened the door, the Tardis reached the brink of the slope, and plunged 100ft down into a swamp, which in this case was consisting entirely of DIY deposits from a local retail outlet, mostly of wallpaper paste.
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Grix's PDA beeped. "Hold it!" he called as the party behind him came to a halt, "I've got an incoming signal from the Tardis on my magnetically shielded personal handheld device!"
FantasyMeister made no comment at this, but made a mental note to get one too.
Grix's PDA showed a message onscreen.
"What does it say?" asked Ant, querilously.
"Er. It's from the Tardis, it's just a sit rep for it's current position. Apparently its slipped off the slope where we parked it and landed in a swamp. It also says that Sniper has been drowned. The Tardis puts the official cause of death as 'a good pasteing'."
Grix put his PDA back in his jacket, and the group carried on their merry way with a
*click*
Sniper was frantically pulling that the cords that bound his hands and feet together as he felt the Tardis start to slide, and a low rumbling could be heard as the ground scraped beneath the floor on which he lay.
As the shaking got more violent, a crystal shard fell from the console and landed at Sniper's feet. He quickly manoevered himself into position and managed to use it to chop away his bonds, and, getting to his feet, he lunged for the door as the Tardis lurched beneath him.
Just as he opened the door, the Tardis reached the brink of the slope, and plunged 100ft down into a swamp, which in this case was consisting entirely of DIY deposits from a local retail outlet, mostly of wallpaper paste.
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Grix's PDA beeped. "Hold it!" he called as the party behind him came to a halt, "I've got an incoming signal from the Tardis on my magnetically shielded personal handheld device!"
FantasyMeister made no comment at this, but made a mental note to get one too.
Grix's PDA showed a message onscreen.
"What does it say?" asked Ant, querilously.
"Er. It's from the Tardis, it's just a sit rep for it's current position. Apparently its slipped off the slope where we parked it and landed in a swamp. It also says that Sniper has been drowned. The Tardis puts the official cause of death as 'a good pasteing'."
Grix put his PDA back in his jacket, and the group carried on their merry way with a
*click*
*Note to FM*
Sniper is currently, if I am to remember, but who cares about remembering, because my word is final, that Sniper is currently tied up in the Tardis.
Sniper is currently, if I am to remember, but who cares about remembering, because my word is final, that Sniper is currently tied up in the Tardis.
STOP!!
Author's note: It appears that Snake is getting the treatment normally reserved for those special few, i.e. Sniper.
It has been noted that multiple killings of Sniper have not really come to fruition yet in this thread, and we hope to rectify this situation shortly.
Carry on!!
Author's note: It appears that Snake is getting the treatment normally reserved for those special few, i.e. Sniper.
It has been noted that multiple killings of Sniper have not really come to fruition yet in this thread, and we hope to rectify this situation shortly.
Carry on!!
Grix runs back with a 10 Ton lump hammer.
He smashes it repeatedly upon Snakes head.
Grix notices the chip in Snakes head, and smashes it into an infinite amount of pieces.
"Woah, he looks pretty angry." Comments Fantasymeister.
"Perhaps he REALLY doesn't want Snake in the story." Replied Ant.
He smashes it repeatedly upon Snakes head.
Grix notices the chip in Snakes head, and smashes it into an infinite amount of pieces.
"Woah, he looks pretty angry." Comments Fantasymeister.
"Perhaps he REALLY doesn't want Snake in the story." Replied Ant.
"Hang on..."Said Ant. "Weren't we supposed to be finding Grix?"
Grix runs off into the distance... laughing manically...
Grix runs off into the distance... laughing manically...
FM couldn't believe it. Grix's magnet had also managed to wipe the hard disc of the portable computer he was carrying.
"GRIX!!!!! GRRRRRR" snarled FM, pointing to the blank screen on his laptop.
"Ooops." Grix tried to hide the magnet behind his back, which was a bit pointless really, because everyone who had read the previous post knew that he had just killed Snake with it.
"Errrr...onwards," said Grix, marching deeper into the cave, ducking to avoid the beads that were trying to dangle nonchalantly over the next archway in a kind of 70's rocco style, but not quite getting away with it.
FM threw his laptop to the ground in disgust. He was not a happy bunny.
The laptop hit the ground and shattered into many pieces with an eerie
*click*
"GRIX!!!!! GRRRRRR" snarled FM, pointing to the blank screen on his laptop.
"Ooops." Grix tried to hide the magnet behind his back, which was a bit pointless really, because everyone who had read the previous post knew that he had just killed Snake with it.
"Errrr...onwards," said Grix, marching deeper into the cave, ducking to avoid the beads that were trying to dangle nonchalantly over the next archway in a kind of 70's rocco style, but not quite getting away with it.
FM threw his laptop to the ground in disgust. He was not a happy bunny.
The laptop hit the ground and shattered into many pieces with an eerie
*click*
Grix walks up behind Snake.
He gets out a large magnet, and places it on Snakes head.
Snake collapses to the floor. DEAD.
He gets out a large magnet, and places it on Snakes head.
Snake collapses to the floor. DEAD.
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