A few more from me, with probably more coming later in the day
-
As I walked through the gate, I was glad to be finally done with this place. It wasn’t bad, per se, but it was evident history was in the making, and I didn’t feel like it was right for me to interfere. And it wasn’t like one side was good and the other evil… Like most wars, everything was gray.
Luckily, outside of a single meeting with a rogue dragon (and the fact that Hammerfall’s The Dragon Lies Bleeding worked as well as it has done in the past), I’d kept pretty much out of trouble. A good month of work had my hands on the gatesong, and I was on my way.
I’d remember one thing if nothing else from this place:
Never let Napoleon get his hands on dragons. It only makes things worse.
-
There were empty worlds and there was this place, I thought first. Now I regretted that idea.
I’d gotten used to living in such places: Find shelter, find food, find gatesong. Food wasn’t an issue, as the number of wild pigs, sheep, cows and chickens attested (that was probably due to the low population of wolves, which seemed to be their only predators).
I’d built myself a cozy little place in an out-of-the-way cave, made sure I had enough wood for the night, and went to sleep.
Hissss…..
Being a soldier I woke up instantly at the sound, and that and my field were the only things that saved me when this green thing I barely glimpsed exploded.
I rolled with the force of the explosion and came back up to see another two of the things coming towards me in the fading light of the fire.
It seemed that the night was gonna be long.
-
I had lucked out with that job. This world wasn’t as technologically advanced as my own, but this game they were building and managing was probably the closest to my world’s tech level outside some rare government labs.
Robotics, mind-machine interfaces, nanomaterials, hell even solid holographic displays. The boss of this place was a genius. Crazy as a loon, if you pardon the pun, but a genius. And the crush he had on the main tester was a laughter to watch.
Now, where was that Misaki girl I was supposed to watch out for ?
-
“Good day, Sangnoir-san.” Said the woman in front of me. She was asian, dark-haired, with a peculiar fashion sense. She had two large hearts in pink glued to her jacket at breast level. “The rumour is that you’re a man from another dimension. And rumors, it seems, are always true.”
“So you say…”
-
“Uh… Marona-san… Why is there a dozen ghosts on this island ?”
-
“Good day, Douglas Sangnoir. This place luckily doesn’t need your specific brand of chaos at the moment. Your gate song is ‘Take me back to Tokyo’ by Mega NRG Man.”
Surprised, I tried the song anyway, and found the black disc of an exit gate appearing the very next second. I turned towards the man with the cane that was talking to me.
“Who are you, anyway ?”
“Dominic Deegan, Oracle for hire. At your service.” He answered with a smirk.
-
I regained consciousness in an alley, my bike’s AI having managed to find a place to park for once. Untying myself, I found I was in a modern city, at least by my standard. The streets were clean and the people seemed happy, so I tentatively labeled this place as peaceful.
Then I looked up and found a giant turtle, with horns on its head and spikes on his shell, rampaging through the city while breathing fire all around.
A quick look around showed that nothing was coming to oppose the monster, and that it had already done a dozen miles of destruction starting from a river. Then I saw a nuclear power plant a little farther on the path of the beast and jumped into action.
A metahuman’s job is never done, it seems.
-
“A godly painting dog… Now I’ve seen anything.”
-
Looking at the history of this place, I found something similar to my own world. The politicos had tried something similar in the late fifties – early sixties, trying to push the metahumans back into hiding by piling law after law against them. Unlike this world, the trials lasted for a week before the next supervillain tried a big scheme, and the government found itself having to repeal laws and write down new ones before the metahuman community took care of the trouble.
In this place, however, the villains had somehow known, and gone into hiding at the time.
They were biding their time, I was sure.
-People may die, but ideas are forever. Je suis Charlie.
-
As I walked through the gate, I was glad to be finally done with this place. It wasn’t bad, per se, but it was evident history was in the making, and I didn’t feel like it was right for me to interfere. And it wasn’t like one side was good and the other evil… Like most wars, everything was gray.
Luckily, outside of a single meeting with a rogue dragon (and the fact that Hammerfall’s The Dragon Lies Bleeding worked as well as it has done in the past), I’d kept pretty much out of trouble. A good month of work had my hands on the gatesong, and I was on my way.
I’d remember one thing if nothing else from this place:
Never let Napoleon get his hands on dragons. It only makes things worse.
-
There were empty worlds and there was this place, I thought first. Now I regretted that idea.
I’d gotten used to living in such places: Find shelter, find food, find gatesong. Food wasn’t an issue, as the number of wild pigs, sheep, cows and chickens attested (that was probably due to the low population of wolves, which seemed to be their only predators).
I’d built myself a cozy little place in an out-of-the-way cave, made sure I had enough wood for the night, and went to sleep.
Hissss…..
Being a soldier I woke up instantly at the sound, and that and my field were the only things that saved me when this green thing I barely glimpsed exploded.
I rolled with the force of the explosion and came back up to see another two of the things coming towards me in the fading light of the fire.
It seemed that the night was gonna be long.
-
I had lucked out with that job. This world wasn’t as technologically advanced as my own, but this game they were building and managing was probably the closest to my world’s tech level outside some rare government labs.
Robotics, mind-machine interfaces, nanomaterials, hell even solid holographic displays. The boss of this place was a genius. Crazy as a loon, if you pardon the pun, but a genius. And the crush he had on the main tester was a laughter to watch.
Now, where was that Misaki girl I was supposed to watch out for ?
-
“Good day, Sangnoir-san.” Said the woman in front of me. She was asian, dark-haired, with a peculiar fashion sense. She had two large hearts in pink glued to her jacket at breast level. “The rumour is that you’re a man from another dimension. And rumors, it seems, are always true.”
“So you say…”
-
“Uh… Marona-san… Why is there a dozen ghosts on this island ?”
-
“Good day, Douglas Sangnoir. This place luckily doesn’t need your specific brand of chaos at the moment. Your gate song is ‘Take me back to Tokyo’ by Mega NRG Man.”
Surprised, I tried the song anyway, and found the black disc of an exit gate appearing the very next second. I turned towards the man with the cane that was talking to me.
“Who are you, anyway ?”
“Dominic Deegan, Oracle for hire. At your service.” He answered with a smirk.
-
I regained consciousness in an alley, my bike’s AI having managed to find a place to park for once. Untying myself, I found I was in a modern city, at least by my standard. The streets were clean and the people seemed happy, so I tentatively labeled this place as peaceful.
Then I looked up and found a giant turtle, with horns on its head and spikes on his shell, rampaging through the city while breathing fire all around.
A quick look around showed that nothing was coming to oppose the monster, and that it had already done a dozen miles of destruction starting from a river. Then I saw a nuclear power plant a little farther on the path of the beast and jumped into action.
A metahuman’s job is never done, it seems.
-
“A godly painting dog… Now I’ve seen anything.”
-
Looking at the history of this place, I found something similar to my own world. The politicos had tried something similar in the late fifties – early sixties, trying to push the metahumans back into hiding by piling law after law against them. Unlike this world, the trials lasted for a week before the next supervillain tried a big scheme, and the government found itself having to repeal laws and write down new ones before the metahuman community took care of the trouble.
In this place, however, the villains had somehow known, and gone into hiding at the time.
They were biding their time, I was sure.
-People may die, but ideas are forever. Je suis Charlie.