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Children in the playground & second-hand bodies

 
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I need to get inside Post 23.
I need to get inside Post 23.
I need to get this idea out of my head, it can't be done!

She said something like: "I can sneak inside, nobody suspects a little girl." Sure, and nobody in Post 23 has an IQ over 50. Stereotypes get you killed. So how do I get in? Maybe I don't need to go inside at all and I could find an easy prey outside the walls? I was thinking of maybe sweet talking a high-up Enfo officer or kidnapping him or her if that doesn't work, but I can't find any! The Children have taken over the playground and Enfos are behind their walls or out there on the front line.

But I need to get inside and get their August radio communication ledger. They've probably already put a big wet "TOP SECRET" stamp on it and stored it along with hundreds of other top secret documents in some underground vault and forgotten all about it. Maybe I'm late...

LifeNet, that old lady, she is fucking with us, giving us these second hand bodies that fall apart as soon as you overstep the line. She is like a good car salesman. And lately I've noticed a batch of violent clones being spewed out for no reason at all. Is this a warning for something we've done? Has LifeNet become our God directing us with storm and lightning? Should we re-invent praying or just join the CoGs? 

I'm tired of acting up, hiding bloodshot eyes behind party glasses. Being a joker has saved my neck more than a few times and now the reputation has stuck. I've become a professional coward, as someone used to say, but I have no choice. These clone fuck-ups are always armed and they will shoot you today and dance with you tomorrow, like an over-amped immune system that's slowly killing its host and having fun doing so. When your closest friends acquaintances (god, I hate that word) are horny alcoholics and misguided children... then you know you must have hit the rock bottom. I'm so bitter right now but I kind of like it. Usually when I'm in a rotten mood my wits get keen. But I still can't think of a way to get into that damned fort.

Maybe my mood is just not bad enough.

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Ardenn's picture

(( Maybe Engel needs to be shown the blind spot in the guard's patrol routes to get to the roof. :P

And damn if Engel didnt hit the nail on the head. ))

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((One day, Engel is gonna have something just go his way via bluffing and hes just going to go insane trying to figure out how he got that lucky. And yes. Nail hit. With a 20 pound sledgehammer *raises imaginary glass*))

I can scavenge trash... but this? This is rubbish! - Post Fall scavenger problems.

Engel's picture

(( Thank you for the comment. You got Engel's karma painted there perfectly. ))


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Xanorin Blake's picture

"I need to get inside Post 23.
I need to get inside Post 23.
I need to get this idea out of my head, it can't be done!" 

(( Pfff, put a Rider cap on and see if that works. :P Just don't forget to have some mail on you. Or not, may arouse suspicion. Or was it the other way around...

((*sits in the brig of Post 23 wearing a mailbox on his head and holding an armful of hats* Last time I take his advice... *looks at other prisoner* No I won't accept your package!! *closes mailbox with a huff*))

I can scavenge trash... but this? This is rubbish! - Post Fall scavenger problems.



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