Der Fuhrer Dyszel
11-02-2004, 05:39
A joint project is in session between the nations of Ultimate_Apocalypse and The Dictatorship. It is estimated to be the most productive and useful project in the history of the world, as well as the best invention of the year. It is guarenteed to be an absolute success when completed and is guarenteed to be revered by all nations of the world.
Collaborative Project 0.06429
A loud speaker resounds through a military base. "Test pilot 469 report to duty at Helicopter Pad C2."
A small medium build man, apparently a criminal of the nation, walks toward the helicopter pad, accompanied by two burly rough military personal, who keep their guns trained upon the man.
The man enters the helicopter, as in his agreement of release. One test duty, and he could be released, if he sustains no terminal injuries. The test pilot criminal agreed.
The helicopter was given flight clearence and the pilot took off, the speedy little helicopter blazed across the sky, but not out of sight of the testing zone.
Command station, "Pilot 469, have you reached the maximum speed yet?"
Criminal, "No sir."
Command Station, "Report when desired speed is reached."
The pilot accelerated his helicopter. It blazed faster and faster. Amazing speed for such a make of the helicopter.
Pilot, "Maximum optimum speed obtained."
Command Station, "Understood."
Suddenly, beeps were heard within the helicopter. A bright red light began to blink furiously. Within the command station the command team talked excitedly in anticipation of a prospective positive test. "Will it work? I hope so! Did it happen yet? I want to see!" Words of excitement filled the room. On the testing zone, below the flight path of the helicopter, a team was organized to record from worm's view the test's success.
They watched the helicopter from below. It began to spin. They stared in blissful anticipation.
The test pilot panicked as he worked furisously to hit the button. "Where is it? I cannot find it. Where? Damn." Then the thought struck him. "That is right, it is a lever. A big red lever aside of the pilot's seat. Duh! How could I forget?" Acting quickly before the helicopter reared into the ground, he pulled the lever in eager anticipation of survival.
The command station watched with large smiles on their faces. "Is it going to work," filled all their minds.
The crew below looked up with large smiles. They could only hope for the best.
Poof The seat ejected itself from the roof of the helicopter. An ingenious idea! Injection seats for helicopters! Why did not anyone think of this before?
The command station and ground team look up in eager anticipation. The black seat shot from the helicopter.
Recorder, "Well it appears that there was little interference. The seat projected as anticipated."
The seat, as it began to fall to Earth, released a large black parachute, with TESTING written across it. Slowly the seat drifted into the ground team. The parachute laying itself over some of the people.
A loud thud and one of the team fell over. The seat struck him on the way down. The team crowds the overturned seat and looks.
"Where's the pilot," asked a bewildered team member.
Splat and the sounds of rain drops sounded.
"Oww damn! MY EYE!!!! Is that an arm? Why am I red? WHAT?"
Body parts cascaded down in waves of thick red droplets. A recorder looked up.
"MY EYE," he screamed, as a long bloody finger protruded from the socket.
The command station contacted the ground crew with eager anticipation. "Report."
Collaborative Project 0.06429
A loud speaker resounds through a military base. "Test pilot 469 report to duty at Helicopter Pad C2."
A small medium build man, apparently a criminal of the nation, walks toward the helicopter pad, accompanied by two burly rough military personal, who keep their guns trained upon the man.
The man enters the helicopter, as in his agreement of release. One test duty, and he could be released, if he sustains no terminal injuries. The test pilot criminal agreed.
The helicopter was given flight clearence and the pilot took off, the speedy little helicopter blazed across the sky, but not out of sight of the testing zone.
Command station, "Pilot 469, have you reached the maximum speed yet?"
Criminal, "No sir."
Command Station, "Report when desired speed is reached."
The pilot accelerated his helicopter. It blazed faster and faster. Amazing speed for such a make of the helicopter.
Pilot, "Maximum optimum speed obtained."
Command Station, "Understood."
Suddenly, beeps were heard within the helicopter. A bright red light began to blink furiously. Within the command station the command team talked excitedly in anticipation of a prospective positive test. "Will it work? I hope so! Did it happen yet? I want to see!" Words of excitement filled the room. On the testing zone, below the flight path of the helicopter, a team was organized to record from worm's view the test's success.
They watched the helicopter from below. It began to spin. They stared in blissful anticipation.
The test pilot panicked as he worked furisously to hit the button. "Where is it? I cannot find it. Where? Damn." Then the thought struck him. "That is right, it is a lever. A big red lever aside of the pilot's seat. Duh! How could I forget?" Acting quickly before the helicopter reared into the ground, he pulled the lever in eager anticipation of survival.
The command station watched with large smiles on their faces. "Is it going to work," filled all their minds.
The crew below looked up with large smiles. They could only hope for the best.
Poof The seat ejected itself from the roof of the helicopter. An ingenious idea! Injection seats for helicopters! Why did not anyone think of this before?
The command station and ground team look up in eager anticipation. The black seat shot from the helicopter.
Recorder, "Well it appears that there was little interference. The seat projected as anticipated."
The seat, as it began to fall to Earth, released a large black parachute, with TESTING written across it. Slowly the seat drifted into the ground team. The parachute laying itself over some of the people.
A loud thud and one of the team fell over. The seat struck him on the way down. The team crowds the overturned seat and looks.
"Where's the pilot," asked a bewildered team member.
Splat and the sounds of rain drops sounded.
"Oww damn! MY EYE!!!! Is that an arm? Why am I red? WHAT?"
Body parts cascaded down in waves of thick red droplets. A recorder looked up.
"MY EYE," he screamed, as a long bloody finger protruded from the socket.
The command station contacted the ground crew with eager anticipation. "Report."