Seon
Not An Evil Liar
Naw.
I would think that killing the things trying to kill us is a good permanent solution to the problem.
I would think that killing the things trying to kill us is a good permanent solution to the problem.
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Seon
Not An Evil Liar
Problem of course is that Protectors have no idea what they are dealing with most of the time, so they do it inefficiently.
They are the people who shoot zombies on sight while the Keepers will at least try to cure it.
They are the people who shoot zombies on sight while the Keepers will at least try to cure it.
And plenty of things that can be 'cured' by methods far more effective than fire, through careful study and application of scientific methodology.
Seon
Not An Evil Liar
Annie woke up. It was dark in her office. Was it night already? Did she sleep through the entire day?
She fumbled around in the dark towards the window. Oh good, it was still warm. That means that somebody just put a black screen over i-wait what?
"Surprise," the voice said in the dark right behind her. A flashlight flicked on.
She turned around to see a figure in a hazmat suit with a fedora perched on top of the helmet and wearing the largest trench coat that she ever saw over the suit. She also saw a cat in what seemed to be a coat made of aluminium foil and a goldfish bowl over its head in one of the figure's arms.
The flashlight flicked off.
Darkness.
....
"Hey kitty, I don't think this knight in shining armor shtick is working," the voice said.
She fumbled around in the dark towards the window. Oh good, it was still warm. That means that somebody just put a black screen over i-wait what?
"Surprise," the voice said in the dark right behind her. A flashlight flicked on.
She turned around to see a figure in a hazmat suit with a fedora perched on top of the helmet and wearing the largest trench coat that she ever saw over the suit. She also saw a cat in what seemed to be a coat made of aluminium foil and a goldfish bowl over its head in one of the figure's arms.
The flashlight flicked off.
Darkness.
....
"Hey kitty, I don't think this knight in shining armor shtick is working," the voice said.
Seon
Not An Evil Liar
A month.
Edit: to clarify, that depends on the amount of /stuff/ that happens in one update.
An update following a crisis may follow a weekly, perhaps even hourly, schedule.
Edit: to clarify, that depends on the amount of /stuff/ that happens in one update.
An update following a crisis may follow a weekly, perhaps even hourly, schedule.
KaiserElectric
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Agent Carmichael woke with a start as strong hands picked him up and forced him into a standing position. He tried to look around, but his vision was obscured by a burlap hood. He tried to remove it and found that his hands were tied in front of him. There was a scuffle nearby, punctuated by a scream and the bark of a rifle. A heavy silence fell, and Carmichael felt the barrel of a gun pressed against the small of his back.
"Walk!" came the order.
Carmichael staggered forward as his memory slowly came back to him. There was a firefight. An anomaly escaped and tore through several agents. There was blood. There was broken glass. And there was a man standing over him, rifle in hand and a wicked leer on his face. The last thing he remembered was a blood red bandana around his head with a simple eye drawn in yellow before a boot heel came down and knocked him out. Carmichael hoped against hope that he was wrong about who had captured him.
"Down!"
A strong push on his shoulders forced him to his knees. He tried to struggle, but the same hand whipped his hood off, blinding him.
As his eyes adjusted to the light, Carmichael gave the room a quick sweep. It was unadorned save a naked light bulb hanging from the ceiling and a metal door on the opposite wall. He turned to his left and saw an older man in a lab coat, shivering despite the uncomfortable warmth of the room and the sweat coating his face. He recognized him as one of the scientists from the facility.
His concentration was broken as the door behind them opened with a metallic clang. Heavy footfalls from steel-toed boots echoed in the room as the newcomer strode past Carmichael and the scientist. The newcomer removed his military-style overcoat to uncover a simple black suit and trousers. His collar was undone, and instead of a tie, the man wore some sort of circular gold pendant with a Chinese character inscribed on it. Underneath a peaked cap was a red balaclava hiding his face from sight. Except for the cold dark eyes. Eyes that were boring directly into him. The scientist muttered something under his breath.
"Silence, Keeper," one of the guards barked. "You are in the presence of Erlang Shen."
Erlang Shen raised a gloved hand to silence the guard. He turned to look at the scientist, who returned the captivating stare without hesitation. Shen reached down and removed the ID card pinned to the scientist's coat. After a cursory glance, he put the card in his breast pocket and leaned forward, placing a gloved hand on the scientist's shoulder.
"Where is the Refinery?" he asked. Despite the hoarseness in his voice, the question was still oddly polite and respectful.
"I'm not telling you anything," the scientist said defiantly.
"Are you sure?" The calmness in the gravelly voice sent a chill down Carmichael's spine.
The scientist remained silent. Straightening up, Erlang Shen drew a pistol in one fluid motion and fired once into the man's forehead. Carmichael winced as blood flecked across his face. Shen replaced the pistol in his belt as one of the guards dragged the scientist's corpse out of the room. Trying not to vomit, Carmichael looked up to find Shen meeting his gaze.
"Where are your amnesiacs?" he demanded. The question surprised Carmichael, but it was a question he knew the answer to, at the very least.
"They're right here," Carmichael replied, gesturing towards his pocket and desperately trying to hide the fear in his voice. The guard reached into Carmichael's pocket and removed the small package holding the pills. Carmichael wondered what Shen could want with them considering his views on Keeper policy.
"Are you going to shoot me too?" Carmichael asked before he could stop himself.
"Do you want me to?" Erlang replied, putting his arms back into the overcoat and turning away. Carmichael couldn't tell if he was being serious or not. "I can't imagine that you would."
"You killed the other guy." Carmichael pointed out.
"Point taken." Erlang remarked. Straightening his collar, Shen walked past Carmichael out the same door he came in.
"When you find your way back," Erlang Shen said. "Tell your employers that I plan to possess their greatest weapon."
The butt of a rifle came down on Carmichael's head. Darkness fell.
"Walk!" came the order.
Carmichael staggered forward as his memory slowly came back to him. There was a firefight. An anomaly escaped and tore through several agents. There was blood. There was broken glass. And there was a man standing over him, rifle in hand and a wicked leer on his face. The last thing he remembered was a blood red bandana around his head with a simple eye drawn in yellow before a boot heel came down and knocked him out. Carmichael hoped against hope that he was wrong about who had captured him.
"Down!"
A strong push on his shoulders forced him to his knees. He tried to struggle, but the same hand whipped his hood off, blinding him.
As his eyes adjusted to the light, Carmichael gave the room a quick sweep. It was unadorned save a naked light bulb hanging from the ceiling and a metal door on the opposite wall. He turned to his left and saw an older man in a lab coat, shivering despite the uncomfortable warmth of the room and the sweat coating his face. He recognized him as one of the scientists from the facility.
His concentration was broken as the door behind them opened with a metallic clang. Heavy footfalls from steel-toed boots echoed in the room as the newcomer strode past Carmichael and the scientist. The newcomer removed his military-style overcoat to uncover a simple black suit and trousers. His collar was undone, and instead of a tie, the man wore some sort of circular gold pendant with a Chinese character inscribed on it. Underneath a peaked cap was a red balaclava hiding his face from sight. Except for the cold dark eyes. Eyes that were boring directly into him. The scientist muttered something under his breath.
"Silence, Keeper," one of the guards barked. "You are in the presence of Erlang Shen."
Erlang Shen raised a gloved hand to silence the guard. He turned to look at the scientist, who returned the captivating stare without hesitation. Shen reached down and removed the ID card pinned to the scientist's coat. After a cursory glance, he put the card in his breast pocket and leaned forward, placing a gloved hand on the scientist's shoulder.
"Where is the Refinery?" he asked. Despite the hoarseness in his voice, the question was still oddly polite and respectful.
"I'm not telling you anything," the scientist said defiantly.
"Are you sure?" The calmness in the gravelly voice sent a chill down Carmichael's spine.
The scientist remained silent. Straightening up, Erlang Shen drew a pistol in one fluid motion and fired once into the man's forehead. Carmichael winced as blood flecked across his face. Shen replaced the pistol in his belt as one of the guards dragged the scientist's corpse out of the room. Trying not to vomit, Carmichael looked up to find Shen meeting his gaze.
"Where are your amnesiacs?" he demanded. The question surprised Carmichael, but it was a question he knew the answer to, at the very least.
"They're right here," Carmichael replied, gesturing towards his pocket and desperately trying to hide the fear in his voice. The guard reached into Carmichael's pocket and removed the small package holding the pills. Carmichael wondered what Shen could want with them considering his views on Keeper policy.
"Are you going to shoot me too?" Carmichael asked before he could stop himself.
"Do you want me to?" Erlang replied, putting his arms back into the overcoat and turning away. Carmichael couldn't tell if he was being serious or not. "I can't imagine that you would."
"You killed the other guy." Carmichael pointed out.
"Point taken." Erlang remarked. Straightening his collar, Shen walked past Carmichael out the same door he came in.
"When you find your way back," Erlang Shen said. "Tell your employers that I plan to possess their greatest weapon."
The butt of a rifle came down on Carmichael's head. Darkness fell.
Annie responds to the sudden darkness with a terrified scream, cut short only by her own confusion. She flings herself off the chair and starts reaching for the light switch. Obviously this is just a nightmare, just a dream. After all, a tin foil wrapped cat with a gold fish bowl? That's illogical. Ludicrous. That sort of thing never happened in real life. She reached out to where the light switch should be and felt crinkled plastic beneath her finger tips.
Annie let loose a little yip of fright and leapt backwards across the room, banging into the filing cabinet and sticking one foot into a wire basket, before almost slipping forward onto her hands and knees. She caught her balance, looked around, trying to strain through the darkness, and thought she heard an amused chuckle.
Her hands darted left into the wardrobe and she winced as the rusted hinges growled at her. Ducking her head, she stepped inside, her hands deftly finding the flashlight on the top shelf before she shut the door in front of her. Stupidly, she felt more protected even though she'd just backed herself into a lockable wardrobe.
She took a deep breath. Maybe it was just a dream? Nervously, fingers trembling, she lifted the flashlight and clicked it on, breathing deep in preparation for a mighty scream of terror.
Annie let loose a little yip of fright and leapt backwards across the room, banging into the filing cabinet and sticking one foot into a wire basket, before almost slipping forward onto her hands and knees. She caught her balance, looked around, trying to strain through the darkness, and thought she heard an amused chuckle.
Her hands darted left into the wardrobe and she winced as the rusted hinges growled at her. Ducking her head, she stepped inside, her hands deftly finding the flashlight on the top shelf before she shut the door in front of her. Stupidly, she felt more protected even though she'd just backed herself into a lockable wardrobe.
She took a deep breath. Maybe it was just a dream? Nervously, fingers trembling, she lifted the flashlight and clicked it on, breathing deep in preparation for a mighty scream of terror.
Mickzter97
The One and Only
Mortem kept on walking down the dusty road, in the desert-like place in the middle of nowhere. It was boiling hot. Mortem kept on walking on and on. As if he were a zombie. Walking across the road was a lizard. It was walking slowly. It looked dehydrated and sick. Mortem bent down to take a closer look. Somewhere deep down in his inhuman heart, he felt sorry for the little thing. Such a small creature dying in this hell like lands.
Mortem held his hand over the ground in front of him, and concentrated. He concentrated all his energy to that exact spot. The small sand particles changed to water, and a tiny dam, about the size of a basketball, lay in front of the lizard. Mortem's mouth curved a little on the sides, and his alien like hands reaching towards the lizard, gesturing for it to go in the water.
The little lizard ran in, enjoying the water for about a minute, before the sun drained out all it's liquid. Mortem looked around the area...desert. A sudden hatred for desert popped in his head, before he continued inhuman activities. He continued to walk on, down the lonely road.
Mortem held his hand over the ground in front of him, and concentrated. He concentrated all his energy to that exact spot. The small sand particles changed to water, and a tiny dam, about the size of a basketball, lay in front of the lizard. Mortem's mouth curved a little on the sides, and his alien like hands reaching towards the lizard, gesturing for it to go in the water.
The little lizard ran in, enjoying the water for about a minute, before the sun drained out all it's liquid. Mortem looked around the area...desert. A sudden hatred for desert popped in his head, before he continued inhuman activities. He continued to walk on, down the lonely road.
Seon
Not An Evil Liar
It's not working. Close examination proves that somebody took it apart: it's missing a bulb.
A crash. "GODDAMNIT!" a man's voice shouted outside. It seems as if whatever was in the room with her tripped over a chair.
Seon
Not An Evil Liar
A sudden phone call waked Garret up. Garret let the answering machine pick it up.
"Hey Garret, Chavez here.... shoot... umm... what is the protocol for dealing with victims of spontaneuous combustion again? Ehh... you know what, forget it. I found 4...err...
legs...
in the central park. There's another guy who's barely alive here too. Keeps repeating "Eye. Eye. Eye." or something like that. Already called the ambulance but... yeah you gotta see it to believe it.
Annie gropes around in her jacket for her mobile phone but she knows damn well that she left it on the table so the alarm could wake her up. "Stay away! I mean it, I've got a gun and my employees will be here any minute. They're burly! Real burly! And I, uh, for 's sake please stay away!"
She ducks down and gropes around the floor for a weapon, finding only a dustpan and broom. She clutches the broom to her chest.
"Look, the money is in the till! Just take it and leave. There's no code or anything. You can take it all. I don't care. Just go away!"
She ducks down and gropes around the floor for a weapon, finding only a dustpan and broom. She clutches the broom to her chest.
"Look, the money is in the till! Just take it and leave. There's no code or anything. You can take it all. I don't care. Just go away!"
Seon
Not An Evil Liar
"Oh no no wait!" the man's voice said. "I and the kitty come in peace. I'm just here to congratulate you on winning a new house."
A jingling of keys.
"See, I got the deed and the key to your new home right here."
A jingling of keys.
"See, I got the deed and the key to your new home right here."
"Oh really? That's fantastic. Just leave it on the desk and I'll take a look. Y'know, busy and all with all these people about to come over." Annie lifts the dustpan's broom to her ear and starts whispering loud enough for the man to hear in the dark. "Hello, 911? Yeah, Annie's Bar, 13 Doggeral Road, Wren, Colorado. I have a man who's broken in. I think he has a gun. My little cousins due to come home." She raises her voice, like she's just trying to keep him distracted, "So where about is the house at?" She drops her voice again, "I think he's crazy. You'd better hurry. That's 13 Doggeral Road. No, I'm not hurt. Send help."
Hopefully he'd get the hint and flee before the cops arrived.
Hopefully he'd get the hint and flee before the cops arrived.
Seon
Not An Evil Liar
"I'll just leave it right next to your phone," the man said. There's the sound of something being dropped and footsteps.
The vehicle was going over a hundred miles an hour, doing the math in my head I figured that it should take about ten minutes to get to our drop zone. I look to my men to make sure they're doing okay, I saw five was clenched up pretty tight.
"Five, you alright?" My tone is more threatening then concerned, they all knew what I was watching for. He looked directly at me like he was going to reply but only managed a hacking cough followed by a sickening gurgle. My eyes shot wide open, "Four! Six!" was all I yelled, it was all I needed to. Instantly the two men on either side of him jerked the man up by each arm, before he could react six gave a vicious kick to him and sent him flying out of our vehicle. The second he flew by me my hand shot forward at unbelievable speed, ripped the dog tags from his neck and retracted. He disapeared in the dark for the briefest of moments before a bright red flashing light appeared; followed by a thunderous explosion. Figures thatfeature worked. I thought with more then a little contempt. I wonder if the wave, psychic thing the director told us about was even real, probably not. The grunts are expendable resources, being expended is part of the job; I don't mind that I just wish they didn't lie us. These thoughts flew by in a second as a much more important one was at the head.
"Everyone, helmets off! Let me see your faces!" I bark out, I rarely yell; so when I do my men listen. Everyone's came off in a second. except seven. I didn't say anything I just glared, he was tugging at it but I could tell he purposely wasn't removing it. Once again I yelled.
"Eight!" Normally I would be the one to do the dirty deed in this situation, especially when it had to be done to a rookie, but we had to be silent.
"Wait! my helmets just stuck, please no!" He squeaked out. Eights large hand grabbed the top of his head and pulled him back violently, his machete then moved to his exposed neck and severed his windpipe. It's not a painful way to die at least, not compared to the crap that happens to us. Six snatched his dog tags while eight, being a very large man, picked him up and threw him out of the vehicle alone. Eight sat back down and was silent for exactly five seconds before the sound of an explosion rang out behind the car. As soon as it did he put his head in his hands and let out a heavy sob at the loss of his partner. Nine moved to pet him on the shoulder but I spoke and made him jump back.
"GET YOUR SHI*T TOGETHER EIGHT! YOU WANNA CRY OUR YOU WANNA DESTROY THE MONSTER THAT KILLED HIM?" Eight looked up and swallowed hard, he didn't make another noise and nobody said anything about it. I wonder if the anomaly had enough time to figure out who we were, this question was answered for me about a minute later when the vehicle started taking small arms fire. We put our helmets back on and ducked down, the back was standard cloth but our body armor was very good. We made it to the drop zone without serious injury. Not counting of course the other three that we had to kill, it was easy to catch now that we were watching for it. My men got really nervous after we through Ten, Nine, and One out the back; I don't blame them. With protector missions usually everything goes perfect or everything goes horribly wrong, and this one was looking to be the latter.
"The worst is behind us men, time to fight back!" I said raising my gun, they let out a cheer as we dove into the sewers.
"Five, you alright?" My tone is more threatening then concerned, they all knew what I was watching for. He looked directly at me like he was going to reply but only managed a hacking cough followed by a sickening gurgle. My eyes shot wide open, "Four! Six!" was all I yelled, it was all I needed to. Instantly the two men on either side of him jerked the man up by each arm, before he could react six gave a vicious kick to him and sent him flying out of our vehicle. The second he flew by me my hand shot forward at unbelievable speed, ripped the dog tags from his neck and retracted. He disapeared in the dark for the briefest of moments before a bright red flashing light appeared; followed by a thunderous explosion. Figures thatfeature worked. I thought with more then a little contempt. I wonder if the wave, psychic thing the director told us about was even real, probably not. The grunts are expendable resources, being expended is part of the job; I don't mind that I just wish they didn't lie us. These thoughts flew by in a second as a much more important one was at the head.
"Everyone, helmets off! Let me see your faces!" I bark out, I rarely yell; so when I do my men listen. Everyone's came off in a second. except seven. I didn't say anything I just glared, he was tugging at it but I could tell he purposely wasn't removing it. Once again I yelled.
"Eight!" Normally I would be the one to do the dirty deed in this situation, especially when it had to be done to a rookie, but we had to be silent.
"Wait! my helmets just stuck, please no!" He squeaked out. Eights large hand grabbed the top of his head and pulled him back violently, his machete then moved to his exposed neck and severed his windpipe. It's not a painful way to die at least, not compared to the crap that happens to us. Six snatched his dog tags while eight, being a very large man, picked him up and threw him out of the vehicle alone. Eight sat back down and was silent for exactly five seconds before the sound of an explosion rang out behind the car. As soon as it did he put his head in his hands and let out a heavy sob at the loss of his partner. Nine moved to pet him on the shoulder but I spoke and made him jump back.
"GET YOUR SHI*T TOGETHER EIGHT! YOU WANNA CRY OUR YOU WANNA DESTROY THE MONSTER THAT KILLED HIM?" Eight looked up and swallowed hard, he didn't make another noise and nobody said anything about it. I wonder if the anomaly had enough time to figure out who we were, this question was answered for me about a minute later when the vehicle started taking small arms fire. We put our helmets back on and ducked down, the back was standard cloth but our body armor was very good. We made it to the drop zone without serious injury. Not counting of course the other three that we had to kill, it was easy to catch now that we were watching for it. My men got really nervous after we through Ten, Nine, and One out the back; I don't blame them. With protector missions usually everything goes perfect or everything goes horribly wrong, and this one was looking to be the latter.
"The worst is behind us men, time to fight back!" I said raising my gun, they let out a cheer as we dove into the sewers.
