After taking off, I was instantly surrounded by hundreds of Presids. I battle ensued, and one by one my ships started falling. I used the brunt of my force on a suicidal attack as an attempt to distract them while I made off in tachyon speed. It worked. I escaped, and there was nobody following me. I finally made it to earth. My destination, Microsoft headquarters in Redmond. . .
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story time!!!!
- Thread starter cthulhus slave
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I launched half of all anti-matter planet busters I carried in my fleet the second I was within launching distance. A hefty 334 of them, enough to annilate at least 15 planets. With some luck they would be unprepared and caught off guard.
What the fuck was that! Three annihilator fleets materialized in front of me out of nothing and started taking out the planet busters. I commited half my fleet against them. Soon the local space was filled with antimatter explosions ripping at the core of space time. I saw with satisfaction that a large amount of the annihilator fleet was caught in these gigantic explosion. Many secondary explosions started to appear of my screen. Unfortunately many of my own vessels also started to get caught in the mayhem. Ships on both sides started to disintegrate at an alarming speed. There was no time nor space to turn my attacking fleet around. I steered the remainder right through the center of the ensuing battle, hoping that the explosions would camouflage my fleet long enough to give it time to launch a strike at the defenders.
Instead a wall of missiles was waiting for me when I exited the epicentrum of the battle. These fleets must be under the command of one hell of an AI. No human could orchestrate a battle like this. I was basically fucked. I released 90% of my countermeasures. If the enemy would launch a second strike I would be dead. I ordered to the release of the rest of my planet busters. There was no use in keeping them. Some might get through and the others would keep the enemy busy.
The link between my ship and the others in my fleet started to deteriorate. The enemy was trying to sever my link with Electronic warfare. I gave my ships some basic orders and activated the autonomous mode. They would have to fend for themselves.
My planet busters reached the first defense line of the enemy fleet. Immediately all my ships launched their attack missiles hoping they would strike a blind enemy. The planet busters started to explode destroying the first line of enemy ships and scorching the sensors of the ships behind them. The attack missiles struck with impunity. More explosion rippled through space. My fleet launched a second wave of attack missiles as I had instructed them. Soon they struck the remainder of the fleet. It was now just a matter of mopping them up. I left my fleet to it and steered my flagship towards Redmond arming 3 planet busters I kept in reserve.
What the fuck was that! Three annihilator fleets materialized in front of me out of nothing and started taking out the planet busters. I commited half my fleet against them. Soon the local space was filled with antimatter explosions ripping at the core of space time. I saw with satisfaction that a large amount of the annihilator fleet was caught in these gigantic explosion. Many secondary explosions started to appear of my screen. Unfortunately many of my own vessels also started to get caught in the mayhem. Ships on both sides started to disintegrate at an alarming speed. There was no time nor space to turn my attacking fleet around. I steered the remainder right through the center of the ensuing battle, hoping that the explosions would camouflage my fleet long enough to give it time to launch a strike at the defenders.
Instead a wall of missiles was waiting for me when I exited the epicentrum of the battle. These fleets must be under the command of one hell of an AI. No human could orchestrate a battle like this. I was basically fucked. I released 90% of my countermeasures. If the enemy would launch a second strike I would be dead. I ordered to the release of the rest of my planet busters. There was no use in keeping them. Some might get through and the others would keep the enemy busy.
The link between my ship and the others in my fleet started to deteriorate. The enemy was trying to sever my link with Electronic warfare. I gave my ships some basic orders and activated the autonomous mode. They would have to fend for themselves.
My planet busters reached the first defense line of the enemy fleet. Immediately all my ships launched their attack missiles hoping they would strike a blind enemy. The planet busters started to explode destroying the first line of enemy ships and scorching the sensors of the ships behind them. The attack missiles struck with impunity. More explosion rippled through space. My fleet launched a second wave of attack missiles as I had instructed them. Soon they struck the remainder of the fleet. It was now just a matter of mopping them up. I left my fleet to it and steered my flagship towards Redmond arming 3 planet busters I kept in reserve.
When I arrived at Microsoft, I started blasting all the buildings left and right. Microsoft employee scum tried to make a run for it, but I picked them off one by one.
“Bastards!”
As soon as they were done for, I cruised over the rubble to see if I took out the main bandit. He was nowhere to be found.
Suddenly, a blast came from behind. One of my engines went out, and my ship hurtled down. I crashed into a giant mouse. I got out equipped with a blaster, and waited for the smoke to clear to see who the hell shot me. Holding a huge laser cannon was this little kid. One Bill’s clones, no doubt. I shot him right in the forehead. I ran up to him to get some answers.
“Where is he!” I was shaking thi kid’s shoulders as blood oozed out of the hole in his forehead. For some reason, he was speechless. I threw him aside, and went towards some other buildings. . .
“Bastards!”
As soon as they were done for, I cruised over the rubble to see if I took out the main bandit. He was nowhere to be found.
Suddenly, a blast came from behind. One of my engines went out, and my ship hurtled down. I crashed into a giant mouse. I got out equipped with a blaster, and waited for the smoke to clear to see who the hell shot me. Holding a huge laser cannon was this little kid. One Bill’s clones, no doubt. I shot him right in the forehead. I ran up to him to get some answers.
“Where is he!” I was shaking thi kid’s shoulders as blood oozed out of the hole in his forehead. For some reason, he was speechless. I threw him aside, and went towards some other buildings. . .
More bill clones appeared, all around the age of 10. Maybe bill thought that some people would think twice about blasting a child? Maybe I would normally, but these kids all looked like annoying little nerds. I zapped the first in both knees. It fell down on its stumps and rolled over. That made me laugh. The other ones I simply shot between the eyes. I only needed one alive. Not ten.
One child you can handle, ten is a circus.
I grabbed the legless bill and asked him again (well, was I really asking him again. It was a clone and therefore was sharing the same genetic material, but this one must have had different experiences in live and therefore a slightly different personality. Fuck it. It wasn't talking fast enough so I zapped its little balls. That was more like it. It started crying like a baby.
"do you want your mummie to come and kiss it?"
I laughed out loud like a disturbed wolf. I felt weird. Was I always this mean, or was my implanted chip more powerful nearer to Microsoft headquarters?
No time to think. More clones appeared on the scene and this required my full attention. I zapped them all first in the crotch. I killed my original prisoner with a closeup blast in the face. I repeated this with every clone I passed hearing them beg or mercy and pleading for their pathetic little lives.
I did not care and moved on deeper into Microsoft headquarters looking for the big Bill.
One child you can handle, ten is a circus.
I grabbed the legless bill and asked him again (well, was I really asking him again. It was a clone and therefore was sharing the same genetic material, but this one must have had different experiences in live and therefore a slightly different personality. Fuck it. It wasn't talking fast enough so I zapped its little balls. That was more like it. It started crying like a baby.
"do you want your mummie to come and kiss it?"
I laughed out loud like a disturbed wolf. I felt weird. Was I always this mean, or was my implanted chip more powerful nearer to Microsoft headquarters?
No time to think. More clones appeared on the scene and this required my full attention. I zapped them all first in the crotch. I killed my original prisoner with a closeup blast in the face. I repeated this with every clone I passed hearing them beg or mercy and pleading for their pathetic little lives.
I did not care and moved on deeper into Microsoft headquarters looking for the big Bill.
to my horror I did not find Bill deep down in the headquarters of Microsoft. Instead I found a horrible monster and freakshow of its own. That is right. I was looking into the beady black eyes of Micheal Jackson.
I was fucked. I only brought a heavy duty blaster.
There was only one solution. I armed my self destruct mechanism. I gave it three seconds.
It ripped a hole in the earth's crust 6 km wide. The whole shitty area was vaporized.
I did it at last. But it had come at a terrible price.
That fucking body had been my favourite. What a little shit micheal jackson was. I loaded my mental parameters in a new body. Almost similar, but not quite comfortable. I turned on CNN.
I was fucked. I only brought a heavy duty blaster.
There was only one solution. I armed my self destruct mechanism. I gave it three seconds.
It ripped a hole in the earth's crust 6 km wide. The whole shitty area was vaporized.
I did it at last. But it had come at a terrible price.
That fucking body had been my favourite. What a little shit micheal jackson was. I loaded my mental parameters in a new body. Almost similar, but not quite comfortable. I turned on CNN.
And there was Billgates giving a press conference together with Micheal jackson. This whole cloning business and the transferring of the mind had really taken out the fun of blowing someone up. I was stupid enough to think that Bill and Micheal wouldn't have a backup body stored somewhere safe.
I suddenly felt like I was being watched. If those two were still alive they would certainly want their revenge. I had made a big mess of their property and clones were not that cheap. I only had 2 left in the freezer myself and they were not really good quality clones.
I saw the targeting spot of a laser going accross my room. It was looking for me. Someone was aiming something deadly at me for sure. This was no time to panick. I pushed a hidden button and a floorpanel opened. I slipped in, but before I disappeared I caught a glimpse of a sizable rocket screaming towards me. I ran as fast as I could, but was smacked down hard into the floor when the shock wave of the explosion caught up with me.
My house was no longer a house. It was a smoking wreck. And I was lying helplessly under a pile of rubble.
I suddenly felt like I was being watched. If those two were still alive they would certainly want their revenge. I had made a big mess of their property and clones were not that cheap. I only had 2 left in the freezer myself and they were not really good quality clones.
I saw the targeting spot of a laser going accross my room. It was looking for me. Someone was aiming something deadly at me for sure. This was no time to panick. I pushed a hidden button and a floorpanel opened. I slipped in, but before I disappeared I caught a glimpse of a sizable rocket screaming towards me. I ran as fast as I could, but was smacked down hard into the floor when the shock wave of the explosion caught up with me.
My house was no longer a house. It was a smoking wreck. And I was lying helplessly under a pile of rubble.
I awoke to a common stinch and found that I had survived another sure death. I guess as I ran from the rocket, I must have shat my pants again. It seems to be a good luck shat though, as it always tends to happen when I encounter sure danger. So, I knew there would be patrols around here soon to check for my body. I gimply ran toward some thick trees and brush. I kept running until I reached a little hideout I had made. It was an underground house with the entrance concealed by heavy brush and landmines.
Inside the house, I medicated my wounds and logged onto the internet to see what new news there was. It appeared that Michael Jackson was now in jail because he liked little boys. "I wonder if Bill Gates was behind him, in getting put in prison. I must talk to Michael Jackson to find out how I can get close to Bill. I knew I couldn't wander on in to the jail and talk with him because Bill is behind all areas of business and is after me. I must blow a hole in the jail wall and get MJ out. So I find myself in my homemade lab make explosives again. This time, with internet documents to help.
Inside the house, I medicated my wounds and logged onto the internet to see what new news there was. It appeared that Michael Jackson was now in jail because he liked little boys. "I wonder if Bill Gates was behind him, in getting put in prison. I must talk to Michael Jackson to find out how I can get close to Bill. I knew I couldn't wander on in to the jail and talk with him because Bill is behind all areas of business and is after me. I must blow a hole in the jail wall and get MJ out. So I find myself in my homemade lab make explosives again. This time, with internet documents to help.
i speedily downloaded the latest copy of the 'anarchist cookbook' on my slightly-less-than-56k-modem and set to work.
i gatherd the iodized bleach, the chlorene, and amonia acid. stuck it all in a blender with a little diesle fuel for burn rate and hoped for the best.
after 30 minutes i had a nice little pile of nafro laced plastiuqe explosive.
see? i didnt abandon the thread....
i gatherd the iodized bleach, the chlorene, and amonia acid. stuck it all in a blender with a little diesle fuel for burn rate and hoped for the best.
after 30 minutes i had a nice little pile of nafro laced plastiuqe explosive.
see? i didnt abandon the thread....
I would never get close to the jail with this face though. Security cameras on every street corner would recognise me instantly. I ripped my face off and took a new one from the medical dispenser. It was a commercial model. I looked like Brad Pitt now. How typical.
In a way it was convenient to look like brad pitt. Half the men I crossed on the street looked like Brad Pitt. I fitted in like a piece of bread in a cheese fondue.
The prison looked daunting from the outside. Automatic machine guns were mounted on the walls. What was I thinking? That I would just go there with some homemade explosives and blow a hole in the wall?
I looked around and saw what I was looking for; a neon 'supermarket' sign. I went to the hardware department and browsed the 'safety' section. I picked up a multiple rocket launcher and a heavy duty phaser of industrial strength.
I blew up the machine guns on the prison wall with my phaser. I ripped several holes in the prison wall with my rocket launcher. Several policecars were streaming into the crime scene. I blew them up one by one. I had to move quick now. Soon the real nasty police would come. These were just expendible robots.
I made my way throw one of the holes in the wall. I could hear Micheal Jackson already screaming one of his damned songs. This was not going to be easy.
The prison looked daunting from the outside. Automatic machine guns were mounted on the walls. What was I thinking? That I would just go there with some homemade explosives and blow a hole in the wall?
I looked around and saw what I was looking for; a neon 'supermarket' sign. I went to the hardware department and browsed the 'safety' section. I picked up a multiple rocket launcher and a heavy duty phaser of industrial strength.
I blew up the machine guns on the prison wall with my phaser. I ripped several holes in the prison wall with my rocket launcher. Several policecars were streaming into the crime scene. I blew them up one by one. I had to move quick now. Soon the real nasty police would come. These were just expendible robots.
I made my way throw one of the holes in the wall. I could hear Micheal Jackson already screaming one of his damned songs. This was not going to be easy.
I was standing in front of the door. I only had to open it and talk to micheal jackson. I could hear him crying.
I suddenly felt a chil on my back. I turned around and walked out of the prison, throwing away my phaser and rocket launcher.
I went on the subway and ended up at 'MacDonalds Space center'.
I bought a simple spaceship and blasted off into space. I set a course for the next galaxy and went to hybersleep. I would wake up again in 334 years.
I suddenly felt a chil on my back. I turned around and walked out of the prison, throwing away my phaser and rocket launcher.
I went on the subway and ended up at 'MacDonalds Space center'.
I bought a simple spaceship and blasted off into space. I set a course for the next galaxy and went to hybersleep. I would wake up again in 334 years.
I heard an alarm ringing far away. I tried to open my eyes but couldn't. The alarm seemed to be getting closer and louder. I managed to open my left eye a little bit. I was awakening from hybersleep.
I had arrived in a different galaxy. No man had probably been here before me; a whole galaxy all for myself.
I scanned my communications unit. What the fuck! A christmas carol roared from my loudspeakers. How can that be? I scanned my immediate surroundings.
An spaceship of unknown make was only 30.000 km from me. I upped the resolution of my scanners and could read a name on the side of the ship. It said: Santa's little helper.
I had arrived in a different galaxy. No man had probably been here before me; a whole galaxy all for myself.
I scanned my communications unit. What the fuck! A christmas carol roared from my loudspeakers. How can that be? I scanned my immediate surroundings.
An spaceship of unknown make was only 30.000 km from me. I upped the resolution of my scanners and could read a name on the side of the ship. It said: Santa's little helper.
I knew than and only then that I must be in hell. I must have psychologically twisted the letters to read Santas little helper, but now I can see that it clearly says Satans Little hellper. On the side of the ship was a picture of Bill Gates and Michael Jackson shaking hands. What does Bill Gates, Michael Jackson, and Hell have in common? and what of these xmas carolls, They are terrible... Aww my ears" I must find a way out of this galaxy.
Oh the terror...I heard Micheal Bolton 'singing' his latest X-mas cracker. My eardrums were on the verge of popping. I didn't know how much more I could take of this.
I steered straight for 'santa's little helper', what...it said santa's again...and wait a sec...now it says satan...I put on full power to my engines. I was going to ram that devil and end this misery one way or the other.
something was going to give.
I steered straight for 'santa's little helper', what...it said santa's again...and wait a sec...now it says satan...I put on full power to my engines. I was going to ram that devil and end this misery one way or the other.
something was going to give.
Full Speed ahead. I couldn't take my life of mysery, of confusion. I had to end everything once and for all. I was getting closer and closer and then my eyes were blinded by a great light, and when I opened my eyes all I could see was colors
<img src=http://www.hypercomplex.org/thumbnails/acid.jpg>
No ship, No Music, I was just floating through space. It was so peacful. Just colors.
<img src=http://www.hypercomplex.org/thumbnails/crown2.jpg>
<img src=http://www.hypercomplex.org/thumbnails/acid.jpg>
No ship, No Music, I was just floating through space. It was so peacful. Just colors.
<img src=http://www.hypercomplex.org/thumbnails/crown2.jpg>
I woke up bathing in sweat. I had a nightmare that must have laster 3 years. What a shit.
cool skill said:I was in a junkyard speeping in the backseat of an abandoned Kia Sephia. I soiled myself, and got out of the car only to see the bright sun uring my skin. I ran for shade, and rummaged the sidewalk for food.
I found some abandoned french fries and had to fend off the rabid dogs of the neighbourhood to get my fare share. I might have gotten bitten once or twice, but I bit them back at least 4 times. That should teach them.
I was still hungry though.
I looked up ahead, and saw a soup kitchen serving free gruel. I took my place at the back of the line. When I made it to to the front three hours later, they gave me a bowl of slop. It was moving, so I started complaining about it to the server. He got an attitude, so I threw it at his face.