Fodmodmadtol
08-03-2005, 23:09
Exactly one week after the departure of Nokona, from anywhere not worth mentioning to anyplace even more so, a new Regime installed itself. Pity, in that Fod was now a dual boot system. A HP, with both Windows 98 and Linux. The division is now perfectly illustrated- Correct?
Under the reign of the Sun, the General Cabinet was nothing more than a shadow of what it was prior. Their ranking was constantly on a slope of degradation, forever being pushed down by the CEO Monarch. A dozen scrawny armed Geeks didn't stand a chance against a hundred excessively armed Royal Guards. In the position they were finally ground into, at rock bottom, their power was essentially non existent. With the General Cabinet out of the way, thanks to the egotistical CEO Monarch, the Corporations were free to do however they please.
And of course we all know, Corporations had only the best intentions in mind.
But now, with the Monarch gone and the Royalist Regime dissolved- Fod dove once more into Anarchy. It was a realm the Nation was visiting often. And of course, with the General Cabinet stewing in sorrow over their lost People, the People growing bitter with the Corporations, and the Corporations seeking ever wider a People to market to- Things were going down.
Valentine's Day.
The General Cabinet meets in the defunct Administration Complex of Fodmodmadtol State. The Chancellery of the General Cabinet is sheathed in a twilight of dim ochre, due not to the aura of anonymity, only due to the fact that The Administration could no longer afford the more extraneous expenses on the electric bill. A single incandescent bulb dangled above, leaving the corners of the room shadowed. Neither could they afford air conditioning. The was air hot and stale, a faint smell of cigarette smoke lingering. The rich decor of the interior, though, had not yet been repossessed. A long rectangular table, stretching the length of the room, deep and heavy of cherry wood. Engraved in the middle was the symbol of The Reign of Nyx. Six chairs are set on both sides of the table, large red-leather switchbacks of rich taste. These last comforts are the only vestige left of what used to be the Grandeur of the East Fodmodmadtol Theocracy- The last stable Government Fodmodmadtol had seen, more than a century past.
In this dim setting, sand blasting into many wounds the memory of what was, the General Cabinet of Fodmodmadtol had gathered. Their faces bathed in dark, all eyes cast to the table before them. Not one of them could move themselves to make eye contact with another. Regret. Pity. Sorrow. All feelings accurately portrayed and evenly represented. However, this was not to turn into a morass of 'What if.' This was a gathering to decide, 'What will.' Or so it was hoped.
Then the light went out.
"I thought we covered the last bill." Said a tight Alto.
"Obviously, we haven't." Responded an irritated Bass.
"Blame N'AmPac, not me. They spiked the rates again."
"Well, we could have registered with Kay Medical. Yes?"
"'Cause, Kay Medical would allow us to register." A casual Tenor interjected. "No bickering about the electric bill until its something you can control. That's why we're here Sibyl... Control."
A shuffling and disarming snort was heard in the direction of the Alto, the Bass laughing a small bit, various voices whispering to themselves.
Under the reign of the Sun, the General Cabinet was nothing more than a shadow of what it was prior. Their ranking was constantly on a slope of degradation, forever being pushed down by the CEO Monarch. A dozen scrawny armed Geeks didn't stand a chance against a hundred excessively armed Royal Guards. In the position they were finally ground into, at rock bottom, their power was essentially non existent. With the General Cabinet out of the way, thanks to the egotistical CEO Monarch, the Corporations were free to do however they please.
And of course we all know, Corporations had only the best intentions in mind.
But now, with the Monarch gone and the Royalist Regime dissolved- Fod dove once more into Anarchy. It was a realm the Nation was visiting often. And of course, with the General Cabinet stewing in sorrow over their lost People, the People growing bitter with the Corporations, and the Corporations seeking ever wider a People to market to- Things were going down.
Valentine's Day.
The General Cabinet meets in the defunct Administration Complex of Fodmodmadtol State. The Chancellery of the General Cabinet is sheathed in a twilight of dim ochre, due not to the aura of anonymity, only due to the fact that The Administration could no longer afford the more extraneous expenses on the electric bill. A single incandescent bulb dangled above, leaving the corners of the room shadowed. Neither could they afford air conditioning. The was air hot and stale, a faint smell of cigarette smoke lingering. The rich decor of the interior, though, had not yet been repossessed. A long rectangular table, stretching the length of the room, deep and heavy of cherry wood. Engraved in the middle was the symbol of The Reign of Nyx. Six chairs are set on both sides of the table, large red-leather switchbacks of rich taste. These last comforts are the only vestige left of what used to be the Grandeur of the East Fodmodmadtol Theocracy- The last stable Government Fodmodmadtol had seen, more than a century past.
In this dim setting, sand blasting into many wounds the memory of what was, the General Cabinet of Fodmodmadtol had gathered. Their faces bathed in dark, all eyes cast to the table before them. Not one of them could move themselves to make eye contact with another. Regret. Pity. Sorrow. All feelings accurately portrayed and evenly represented. However, this was not to turn into a morass of 'What if.' This was a gathering to decide, 'What will.' Or so it was hoped.
Then the light went out.
"I thought we covered the last bill." Said a tight Alto.
"Obviously, we haven't." Responded an irritated Bass.
"Blame N'AmPac, not me. They spiked the rates again."
"Well, we could have registered with Kay Medical. Yes?"
"'Cause, Kay Medical would allow us to register." A casual Tenor interjected. "No bickering about the electric bill until its something you can control. That's why we're here Sibyl... Control."
A shuffling and disarming snort was heard in the direction of the Alto, the Bass laughing a small bit, various voices whispering to themselves.