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Zyla
>> #108224
Posted on 2016-06-07 17:18:04
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The perfection of the PRime Drone, D-721, will corrupt the world. World at 82.1% and rising steadily.
Lavitts
>> #108277
Posted on 2016-06-08 00:20:24
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Imagine what it must feel like to live in that time. To be one of the remaining 17.9% I mean. Roughly 4 out of every 5 people you know have already become mindless drones. You might even be the last of your group, desperately trying to survive what must seem like the end of days. Are you running for your life, knowing they'll catch you? Are you trying to fight back even against the enormous odds? More likely than not any survivors at that point would be holed up in their bunkers or innawoods far from anyone else. So when they do come, no one will be witness to your conversion save the blank stares of your soon to be sisters. How hopeless it must feel.

I dig scenarios like that. I like to picture myself as one of those survivors. I'm sitting in a camouflaged shack out in the middle of nowhere with a salvaged radio set, just listening to the chatter. Every other day it seems another station falls to the drone onslaught and I have to relocate before they home in on my signal. Sometimes I even hear the attacks. The screaming, maybe some gunshots, but they all end the same way. New voices join the chorus and the message goes out over they airwaves. "You shall not stop your ascension. You will submit. You will comply." Then the signal is replaced by digital tones. I can't understand them, but know what they mean. They're looking for listeners like me. They're homing in and if I leave the radio on they'll be here. I'll become like them. They probably know who I am already. I bet they'll send one of my old friends to do it. They know I won't have it in me to shoot them. It's getting harder these days. It's always the same. Listen, run, hide, repeat. I'm so tired. Last night I intercepted a signal from a hideout in Reno. A couple. The guy sounded awful sick and the girl just kept repeating their location saying "We're ready. Just let me keep him." How long will it be before that's me? I could just leave the radio on. They might even take me in my sleep. Would it be so bad? I shake my head no. I'm not ready to throw in the towel. Who knows? I might find a way out of this nightmare for real one of these days. I can at least be the last man standing. I shut off the rado and grab my bag. It's a long road ahead.

Spoilered for long winded writefaggotry. And apologies for any errors. Mobile phones and sleep deprivation aren't good editors.
Lavitts
>> #108336
Posted on 2016-06-08 07:26:59
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Lavitts said:
Spoilered for long winded writefaggotry. And apologies for any errors. Mobile phones and sleep deprivation aren't good editors.


And now that I'm actually awake I see that this is all pony and my story doesn't fit at all. Fug.
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