MassPwnage
20-09-2006, 05:33
Al-Arbat, Arabistan, 7:00 a.m.
Titus Abazus Galarius tried one sip of his coffee.
Sweet Jesus almighty this stuff tastes like shit! Oh well, that's what you get for taking the swill from the machine in the lounge. Time to get to work.
Galarius flipped through his papers. What was on his list? The budget, an anti-crime ordinance... and a new tourism ad-campaign. The ad-campaign was important. Al-Arbat was a sleepy little resort town of three thousand souls. Not many people came here, most of them preferred the adrenaline and drug soaked raves of Port Arabistan or the roulette and blackjack tables of Nur-Qaidayah down the highway. As the town's mayor, Galarius wanted to bring more tourists to Al-Arbat's white sand beaches. Maybe it could happen.
No rainy days. The last time it rained in Al-Arbat was in 1642. You could really work your tan here. Why go to Haikou or Alayam? Those jungles were full of mosquitos and every day was rainy there. MassPwnage's tropical beaches were not known for their sunny days, yet people unfailingly lined up in the sludgy black sand under the iron grey skies and enjoyed every single second of it. There was the strange allure of the tropics maybe. That and the drugs. But the drugs were everywhere. What was so special about drugs in the rain?
I'll approve this ad campaign, maybe people will come to their senses....
Or not. Logic and common sense tend to get thrown out the window once you entered Pwnage territorial waters.
There goes half our treasury... I really hope this will work.
Abazus put his signature on the bill.
Now about that anti-crime ordinance.... Why on Earth would the city council want a police force? The last time a crime was committed here, it was raining.
~*~*~*~
The Same Time, New Raga'alaiz Secondary School:
Alaia Abaza Galarius was about to commit exam suicide by sticking a couple of pencils up her nose and banging her head on her desk. It would have been the honorable way to go.
Failure was not an option. Spending last night hanging out with her friends was the dumb one.
She pushed her glasses up her nose. The sweat running down her face was causing them to slide downwards.
Now her hair was getting in the way... Everything seemed to be distracting her, the other students, the teacher, leaning back in his chair watching a porno on his iFruit, even the sunlight pouring through the windows.
New Raga'alaiz was a school for the gifted. It was tough to get in, and even tougher to stay in. Everything was on a pass/fail basis. If you got below a ninety percent on any given assignment, you failed. You weren't allowed to fail.
It was an hour's drive away from Al-Arbat, the school was located in the middle of nowhere.
That guy sitting next to me sure looks cute.
~*~*~*~
The Same Time, 200 klicks away, Unknown Location:
Captain Jakarus Locanus Abazus Galarius was.... bored. This shouldn't be. He was the CO in charge of 1st Company, 3rd Special Forces Battalion. His men should be out on maneuvers.... Except... they weren't. Some of them were lying around barracks, watching TV, a couple of them were playing around with their combat knives, others....
Others were handling snakes. Pwnage sea snakes the men kept in a giant glass tank. A microgram of the venom could kill everybody in the company. Yet the soldiers all shoved their arms into the tank, letting the snakes crawl over their fingers. Some of them even picked up the three meter long reptiles and wore them around their shoulders.
Snake handling was an old tradition. Before the Catholics. The men of the tribes used to do it to kill the boredom out in those long, long deserts. It was a test of faith. The righteous, those one with God could confront the creatures of Satan. Those that were not pure... would be struck down.
Of course, those Damnatium Pit Vipers were nothing compared to these things.
Splat!
One of the men threw a juvenile into Captain Galarius' face.
Reacting quickly, he grabbed the snake and bit off it's head.
Ugh...fucking nasty.
"Alright, who the FUCK threw that!!?"
"Take it easy Captain, Doc Hannus says your blood pressure's way too high to begin with."
1st Lieutenant Cornelia Alexia Jahoun grinned and let another snake from the tank slither up her arm.
They only let women in because it's in the rules. Not the orders, THE RULES. You could disobey orders you thought were illegal, but you couldn't disobey the rules. The rules were part of the system, part of the soul. The rules said you had to let the girls play too. The rules sucked. Back in the deserts, you obeyed the rules of the Romani. The Romani made you pray to the Son, the Father and the Holy Ghost. You pray to Lucifer, Serpent of the Light, and not some Palestinian smooth talker. The Hippies. The Hippies don't give a damn about who you worship, or how you do it. And even if my XO is a dyke, so be it. Even if I have to become one of the Hippies, so be it. Nobody fucks with who I pray to. Nobody.
Captain Galarius bit off another snake's head.
"Keep em' coming Lex. Keep em' coming."
Captain Galarius played the game. In the back of his mind though, he felt a bit uneasy. Something was not right about today.
We are the Serpents of the Light.
Titus Abazus Galarius tried one sip of his coffee.
Sweet Jesus almighty this stuff tastes like shit! Oh well, that's what you get for taking the swill from the machine in the lounge. Time to get to work.
Galarius flipped through his papers. What was on his list? The budget, an anti-crime ordinance... and a new tourism ad-campaign. The ad-campaign was important. Al-Arbat was a sleepy little resort town of three thousand souls. Not many people came here, most of them preferred the adrenaline and drug soaked raves of Port Arabistan or the roulette and blackjack tables of Nur-Qaidayah down the highway. As the town's mayor, Galarius wanted to bring more tourists to Al-Arbat's white sand beaches. Maybe it could happen.
No rainy days. The last time it rained in Al-Arbat was in 1642. You could really work your tan here. Why go to Haikou or Alayam? Those jungles were full of mosquitos and every day was rainy there. MassPwnage's tropical beaches were not known for their sunny days, yet people unfailingly lined up in the sludgy black sand under the iron grey skies and enjoyed every single second of it. There was the strange allure of the tropics maybe. That and the drugs. But the drugs were everywhere. What was so special about drugs in the rain?
I'll approve this ad campaign, maybe people will come to their senses....
Or not. Logic and common sense tend to get thrown out the window once you entered Pwnage territorial waters.
There goes half our treasury... I really hope this will work.
Abazus put his signature on the bill.
Now about that anti-crime ordinance.... Why on Earth would the city council want a police force? The last time a crime was committed here, it was raining.
~*~*~*~
The Same Time, New Raga'alaiz Secondary School:
Alaia Abaza Galarius was about to commit exam suicide by sticking a couple of pencils up her nose and banging her head on her desk. It would have been the honorable way to go.
Failure was not an option. Spending last night hanging out with her friends was the dumb one.
She pushed her glasses up her nose. The sweat running down her face was causing them to slide downwards.
Now her hair was getting in the way... Everything seemed to be distracting her, the other students, the teacher, leaning back in his chair watching a porno on his iFruit, even the sunlight pouring through the windows.
New Raga'alaiz was a school for the gifted. It was tough to get in, and even tougher to stay in. Everything was on a pass/fail basis. If you got below a ninety percent on any given assignment, you failed. You weren't allowed to fail.
It was an hour's drive away from Al-Arbat, the school was located in the middle of nowhere.
That guy sitting next to me sure looks cute.
~*~*~*~
The Same Time, 200 klicks away, Unknown Location:
Captain Jakarus Locanus Abazus Galarius was.... bored. This shouldn't be. He was the CO in charge of 1st Company, 3rd Special Forces Battalion. His men should be out on maneuvers.... Except... they weren't. Some of them were lying around barracks, watching TV, a couple of them were playing around with their combat knives, others....
Others were handling snakes. Pwnage sea snakes the men kept in a giant glass tank. A microgram of the venom could kill everybody in the company. Yet the soldiers all shoved their arms into the tank, letting the snakes crawl over their fingers. Some of them even picked up the three meter long reptiles and wore them around their shoulders.
Snake handling was an old tradition. Before the Catholics. The men of the tribes used to do it to kill the boredom out in those long, long deserts. It was a test of faith. The righteous, those one with God could confront the creatures of Satan. Those that were not pure... would be struck down.
Of course, those Damnatium Pit Vipers were nothing compared to these things.
Splat!
One of the men threw a juvenile into Captain Galarius' face.
Reacting quickly, he grabbed the snake and bit off it's head.
Ugh...fucking nasty.
"Alright, who the FUCK threw that!!?"
"Take it easy Captain, Doc Hannus says your blood pressure's way too high to begin with."
1st Lieutenant Cornelia Alexia Jahoun grinned and let another snake from the tank slither up her arm.
They only let women in because it's in the rules. Not the orders, THE RULES. You could disobey orders you thought were illegal, but you couldn't disobey the rules. The rules were part of the system, part of the soul. The rules said you had to let the girls play too. The rules sucked. Back in the deserts, you obeyed the rules of the Romani. The Romani made you pray to the Son, the Father and the Holy Ghost. You pray to Lucifer, Serpent of the Light, and not some Palestinian smooth talker. The Hippies. The Hippies don't give a damn about who you worship, or how you do it. And even if my XO is a dyke, so be it. Even if I have to become one of the Hippies, so be it. Nobody fucks with who I pray to. Nobody.
Captain Galarius bit off another snake's head.
"Keep em' coming Lex. Keep em' coming."
Captain Galarius played the game. In the back of his mind though, he felt a bit uneasy. Something was not right about today.
We are the Serpents of the Light.