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| Chapter 2: Something's not right here... | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: 7th July 2011 - 04:11 PM (415 Views) | |
| Shadow | 7th July 2011 - 04:11 PM Post #1 |
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The Sprawl - The number of suicides has only increased, most of those chosing to end their lives are among the Unitologists, choosing to do so in mass. Though a great deal of none marker heads have also slaughtered themselves. A surge in violence has also hit the Sprawl, random unmotivated murder seems increasingly popular to those with severe head aches and hallucinations. There is still a small majority who are yet to experience the effects. |
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| Deleted User | 7th July 2011 - 04:52 PM Post #2 |
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"DEEEEEAAAAUGH!". Arthur throat tightened once more, Gasping for more breath he was met with only more vomit forcing itself out of his mouth, into the already smelly bathroom. Opening his eyes, Arthur found himself slumped in the grotty shower area of the bathroom, small driblets of vomit oozing from his lips onto his shirt, How long had he been like this? More importantly, How did he get like this? Arthur just felt delirious, He couldn't even tell what day it was, letalone anything that had happened. Clambering to the sink, Arthur noticed it was unusually quiet, As living with cheap accomodation came with the typical perks of terrible, loud neighbours and thin walls, Yet now, it was eerily silent, almost as if...the apartments had become a funeral procession. Hunger...Hunger...Hun- Arthur shook his head, Suddenly he felt a huge pang in his stomach, He was damn hungry, Stumbling his way to the fridge, For the first time ever, Actually knowing he had some food in there for once, Some cheap brand fish sticks that he'd cooked then wrapped up the leftovers for another day, He even had some custard there for dessert. Reaching for a fish stick from the plate in the fridge, he found it incredibly soft, Too soft, It crumbled in his hands to show the previously white fish was now blackened on the inside, releasing one hell of a stink. Similarly, sticking his pinky into the custard, he found it as flexible as rubber. "Fecking cheap brand crap! i bought this 2 days ago!", At least, Arthur thought it was 2 days ago, He had no clue what the date was, Or how long they had been in there. Usually Arthur would have wished for some decent food, But having been starved on many occasions he knew it would do no good, "If wishes were horses, we'd all be eating steak", He muttered to himself. Stepping out into the corridor outside the apartment, it remained silent, Not even when Arthur threw the food into the temporary bin had a single sound been made. "Oh shit", A few metres away from Arthur was a large red smear, trailing off round the corner, A small prodding voice in the back of Arthur's mind kept asking "What is it?", But Arthur knew well enough, "It's blood", He said aloud to himself...why had he said it aloud? Arthur didn't contemplate this as he backed into his apartment, Curled up in the corner and began to shake. |
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| Synclair | 7th July 2011 - 08:08 PM Post #3 |
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Sean Sinclair - Child of Crewmember
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Sion ran through the chamber of corridors quickly and blindly, tears streaming down his face and small sobs escaping his throat. His father was so violent, so... so... monstrous! As he ran he could hear the pounding thuds against the red Casini Towers corridor carpet. It was his father, and he had found him. The golden light figure of his sister was so godly, he had followed her the entire time without notice. Was she leading him to safety like she led him home? Or to his death... death to his own father. To his relief, or despair, his sister had led him back to his apartment. Sion quickly shut the door and locked it, listening to the footsteps run past and fade away. "Mommy, mommy wake up! Please, wake up!" Sion spoke frantically as he shook his mom by the shoulders. His sister was gone now. His mother remained silent. Sion placed his small hand on her forehead, she was cold, clammy. He placed his hands on her wrist like he saw in the movies, he felt something... a pulse maybe, if that's what it was called. She was alive and he sighed with great relief. "You little shit!" Chris shouted from outside the door, pounding on it. Sion sat still, trying not to make a noise, even if that meant ceasing his on breath. "I can see you, you're an idiot! A disgrace to this family! Adopted!" His father raged outside. The door cracked and it was gonna give way pretty soon. Sion, little and weak, attempted to drag his mother to safety but he couldn't. She lay sprawled out on the kitchen linoleum. He caught the colour of scarlet against her head but he didn't give it a second glance. The door had given in and Chris stuck his head through the hole he made in the door. A crazed expression lit his face and something, like syrup, dripped down the corners of his lips. He unlocked the door and lumbered in, his hands balled into fists. He raised his hand over Sion and came down hard, it was such a force that Sion, thank Altman, could not feel the impact as his father's hand collided to his head and to the floor. His father moved over him this time, picking him up by the collar and throwing him onto the counter where he nearly slid off the edges. Sion tried to speak, to beg his own father to stop hurting him but it couldn't even come out. And he shut his eyes as his father moved over to him once again. |
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| Glacierstar | 8th July 2011 - 02:18 AM Post #4 |
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He walked through the mall on his way to another job. everyone seemed crazy and on edge lately with all the murders and suicides. Even Jack, his boss, sounded stressed and lacked his usual demeaning humor. He replayed the audio log Jack sent. "Matthew, you there? There's a problem over at the wood-shop. You know, the one with the real stuff. By the way, you've been promoted. Ripley just killed himself, flamethrower. Horrible way to go. anyway, contact me when you've finished. Problems are piling up over here... fast" He sped up his pace. He just wanted to get the work done and get home. several minutes later: He knocked on the glass to get the managers attention. The manager shook his head as he unlocked the sliding doors. "come on in, it's in the back." "you okay?... Aspirin?" He took out some aspirin and handed them to the man He looked at the fuses, resetting each one, and swapped out the semiconductors. He noticed that one of semiconductors was tampered with and decided to ask the manager. As he opened the door he stop at the sight of the man talking to himself and intensely staring at a bit of wood. He looked up at Matthew and start towards him. Matt ducked clumsily as the manager swung at him. He side-stepped as the man brought the wood down and he tackled him with all his strength, pinning him. The man swung wildly, striking him in the back several times before being turned to face the ground. The man turned the sharp end of the piece and jabbed it into the side of his head until he died. Matthew got up and out of the pool of blood created bye the new hole in the mans head. He walked towards the door and sent a text log to security. Afterwards he opened a com link with Jack. "Matthew, what's up?" "I'm done... I quit." "Matthew think about this. Are you really sure-" He cut off the link mid sentence and began to head home. |
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| Rodny Al'Dar | 30th July 2011 - 04:50 AM Post #5 |
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The Dargoth Family
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After Jormong had left the A.I. cube with the mechanic he had gone home. He had been visiting the Government sector from time to time to meet with old friends and contacts. He was also following all the suicides and murders going on on the Sprawl. Jormong was at the docks to say his goodbyes, with Berathor, to Ulric, their youngest brother who had just joined the EDF and was now heading for his first assignment... at Jormongs old ice planet. "...and a good tactic to keeping warm if outside is to use the flame thrower they are going to give you." Said Jormong using Moro. "Don't feel bad for setting things on fire since it will freeze over in a few minuets and no one would even notice if it was damaged." And with this he finished sharing wisdoms for the ice planet with Ulric. Jormong then looked at his clock to notice that Berathor was running very late. Then they both heard someone yelling. "Ulric! We're setting off!" Jormong and Ulric gave each other one last hug when they both heard Berathor yelling. "Wait a second, wait Ulric!" When they turned around they saw Berathor running at them with a small box under his armpit. He ran up to Ulric and gave it to him saying. "Open it up when you reach the place, not before." He quickly hugged him and backed off to where Jormong was standing. They then started waving him off as the ship flew off. Jormong then asked. "What was in the box?" To which Berathor Replied. "100,000 credits." "So that is why you were late is it?" "Not... Exactly. I had a massive head ache and I had to go to the doctor to fix it. The 100,000 credits were a cover up so Ulric doesn't worry." Hearing this Jormong remembered hearing on the news. "...unmotivated murder seems increasingly popular to those with severe head aches..." On their way back Jormong decided to tell everyone to be careful around Berathor... |
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| Noah Rohan | 7th August 2011 - 03:12 PM Post #6 |
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Earth-Gov Master Sergeant Ground Operative
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It starts with a story... "...Should I get this one?" "Heh, dont push it!" The guards both walked in the room, the women was bent over, hugging her knife she was slowly rocking back in forth praying in a different tongue quietly...blood was still dripping freshly from the knife from where she had carved etchings into her skin... "Drop the knife lady...drop-the-knife." Reilly stated calmly (pronounced Riley), he bent close to her and slowly moved up, he heard a soft thud that was just the sound of his partner leaning uneasily against the metal door frame to the apartment. The lady looked up with almost deadening black moist eyes...she opened her mouth as if to ask "help me.." before she stabbed her own self in the throat.. "Aw shi-" O'Reilly said in dissapointment as the blood spattered unto his mask from the punctured artery. "Not again mate!" His partner stated mad as he bent to lay the women up in the body bag, it wrapped around her outlining her body...the blood made a faint stain beneath the fiber and plex as they carried her off... "We have a...er, screw the codes just get a cleanup on room 4-08." Reilly reported in through his R.I.G mic. The response was a positive we have the position, he gave a quirt nod to his partner Francisco and they left. 2 days later... "I just can't believe that they have me, a military officer doing the work of GUARDS! When I could be commanding my squad right now! Or atleast practicing..." "Just be glad they have you doing something rather then shooting a gun at holograms all day" Francisco said as they grabbed their trays from the Mess Hall stationed in the middle of the Earth-gov center. "Whatever, better then having infected blood in your face..." "I dont know what your talking about! So we've been paying more attention to the suicides in reality then usual, no ones infected, t'happens all the time!" The two argued as they sat down to eat what looked like hamburger meat and mashed potatoes. "Well this time you handle them, I'll get the door-" "That also means the stuffing the body bag Thank-you!" "Sheesh you sound like my Mom!" "You dont have a Mom!" They both laughed and high fived "Man i swear were getting more childish eh? Whatever it takes to take the stress away..." They both said and wandered into the barracks |
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