From a Worm fanfic on Spacebattles: http://forums.spacebattles.com/posts/16676842/
"Anyone can be a winner if their definition of victory is flexible enough." - The DM of the Rings XXXV
Quote:I glowered at the newest addition to the Protectorate East Northeast's roster. A plume of horsehair adorned a greek-themed helmet, moving slightly in the breeze. Small wings adorned the sandals of Brockton Bay's newest hero, with a vest covering his vital organs. I didn't care. This was both insulting and demeaning. Tradition did hold some place in my heart, so I had to grit my teeth and begin the oath.----------------------------------------------------
"Do you, Hound, solemnly affirm that you will support and defend the Constitution of the United States against all enemies, foreign and domestic; will you bear true faith and allegiance to the same; and will you obey the orders of the President of the United States and the orders of the director appointed over you, according to the regulations of the PRTCJ?” I used my practiced voice, projecting an air of confidence and gravitas. I was only a man, however, and I couldn't keep my gaze off of the reason I had to be inducting this travesty into the Protectorate.
The Saint Bernard dressed like a Grecian hoplite gave a deep woof, wagging it's tail. Dauntless patted it on the back as I continued to glare at him. It was all I could do to stiffly gesture to Director Piggot, the only person in the room that hated Dauntless more then me.
The Director's features were completely calm, no sign of the roiling hatred that my helmet was detecting. "Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome Hound into the Protectorate East Northeast. Thank you." There was a smattering of applause as the ceremony concluded.
Dauntless looked like he was about to make a speech. My helmet alarm blared, and I reflexively reached over and depressed the button hidden on the underside of my left pauldron.
That was the stuff. A cooling sensation spread from my right bicep, the drugs injecting into my basilic vein calming my heart rate and draining my stress away. Generation seventeen depressant, the formula that had eventually been developed into my generation one tranquilizers. Genius really, it made dealing with even the most irascible bureaucrats easy.
"Anyone can be a winner if their definition of victory is flexible enough." - The DM of the Rings XXXV