3/3

Right after Cyno said his words, another bullet exploded into the head of one of the dancers, nearby Dakqor and Cyno. The dancer was gone instantly, headless. The head was splattered throughout the whole club. Screams were heard everywhere and everyone was in a mad panic. They raced around headed towards the front door in trying to get out. The only thing comprehended was to get out of the scene. Dakqor and Cyno were in their own frenzy. They observed one group of people headed towards another section of the club. They followed the group, knowing they'd be in danger if they went past the front door. They saw another door and assumed it was a back door. Along with the group, they exited out the back door and into a dark alleyway.

Out in the open, the two friends decided to run to get away from the club as far as they could. They ran and ran through the streets, not really knowing where they were. A bullet was fired and hit Cyno in the back. He kept running with extreme endurance when he finally said, "Dakqor, we gotta stop somewhere, I can't keep this up."
They stopped in the middle of a deserted street. They spent time catching their breath while pressuring their hands on their knees.

"That's one bad wound you got there," Dakqor said.
"I should be okay, but this guy's going to find us. We have to go somewhere quick."
They scanned the area and observed their surroundings. It was dark. The buildings appeared to loom over everything. It was quiet; they were no where near any clubs. The sky was almost pitch black, they didn't want to run in the dark. Dakqor spotted a diamond plated metal door a small distance down on sidewalk. The door was open.
"Hey Cyno, maybe we could go underground. You see that door over there? We could go there, see how it is and probably sleep the night underground. It shouldn't be too bad."

Dakqor nodded in approval, still in pain from his bullet wound. They both walked towards the ground door. They climbed down metal ladder that would lead them down. They went without hesitation, they didn't want the gunman to spot them. When they reached the bottom, they were confronted with a square tunnel. It seemed to be a long, cement room that turned into another.
"That's whats down here?" Cyno commented.
"Yeah. I suppose we should follow these tunnels to make sure it's safe," Dakqor said.

They carefully crept through the tunnels. Strangely, there were long lights on the ceiling, dimly lighting their way. They kept walking, making turns with each tunnel until they reached a massive expanse of space. It was also dimly lit, but the whole room could be easily scene. It was the size of a giant parking lot. The whole room contained many mechanical parts, tools, machines, and what appeared to be a giant sized robot. It looked to be piloted by a person and looked extremely dangerous. Spikes jutted out everywhere in this machine. They kept their distance away from it.
Dakqor and Cyno were in awe on what they had just stumbled upon.
"Where are we?" Dakqor said.

"It looks like some kind of, I don't know, laboratory. Seems strange. Maybe somebody works here," Cyno said.
Out of some unnoticed shadows, a man stepped forward. Dakqor's and Cyno's attention darted towards the man. He wore a white coat the seemed to be comprised of metal plates.

"Hello who every you two may be. It's quite a coincidence that you two wound up here. All I can say is that it was a very, very bad mistake. Your friend over there has my ring, or rather, your friend has the ring that belonged to the guy who chased you. Not sure if he chased you down here or if you voluntarily went down here. Now I need that ring back. You can toss it here."
"The...the ring? This ring? What is this place?" Dakqor said, with a tremble in his voice.
"You can call this place my workshop. I create things down here from parts I've stolen and created. I've been rejected and turned down from many jobs and decided to settle down here. It was once an underground parking lot once. Things happened, it got abandoned and I stumbled upon this area. Decades and decades I've been developing my tools."
"What do you create exactly?" Cyno inquired.

"Tools to deal with overpopulation of course. That giant robot machine over there is my latest invention. I was planning to test it out tomorrow, but I think I'll go ahead and try test run it tonight. One of my more famous inventions and successful one, one that I'm sure you both are familiar of, is nillex. It's worked quite well."
"You...you created nillex?!" Cyno said in a horror-shocked awe.
"Yes I have and it's proven successful. Now I need that ring."
The hard footsteps echoed through the room as a familiar man with a gun approached.
"Wait...you...you're the guy at the store. You're the cashier." Dakqor pointed out.
"Yes I am. You two seemed to be good people until I saw that ring on your finger when you handed me the money. That ring's worth killing a whole city for. Give it over. My gun's loaded and I will shoot." The cashier said.

"Dakqor, give him the ring." Cyno pressed.
Dakqor took a last glance at the ring and tossed it towards the cashier who caught it. The cashier then threw it all the way across to the man in the white coat.
"Earlier than expected I should say."
"Well, what do we do with these two?" The cashier asked.
"We'll test out the Phagiheem."
"Wait, what's going on?" Dakqor said in a confused tone.
"Yeah, let us leave okay. We won't tell anyone about any of this, whatever it is," Cyno pleaded.

"Well we can't do that. But I will tell you what we can do. See this ring? It's made of a special metal my friend the cashier over there created. It's a good and adequate energy source. It doesn't look much but we don't need much. It's used to power up that spiky machine over there. I've tried to commit my whole life in dimming down this excessive population. Nillex was effective but not fast enough. I needed real force and here I've made it. That machine over there is controlled by a person. It gets it's kickoff energy from this ring. It is then powered by blood to continue it's power. Not much blood is needed and it gets sucked up by it's vacuums. Of course I can't do this by myself. Stationed throughout the city are people, like me, with these machines. We'll attack greatly and stealthily and with time the population will decrease significantly. I think we'll start with you two to see if this prototype works."
"But...but that's insane. And mad, that'll never work. You can't do that, there's too many people. Law enforcement will get you, you can't continue." Cyno said sloppily while Dakqor was speechless.

"They wouldn't care much. Now then, we'll begin."
And with that, the cashier fired a round right into Cyno's head. Dakqor flinched and saw the true horror that inflicted Cyno. Another shot was fire into Dakqor's knee, not killing him but immobilizing him.
"This can't be real. No! It is not real. What's going on...that ring. I should have picked it up. Nothing's right, nothing is right. It's all terrible. Shit shit shit shit shit. Why us. Cyno...Cyno. He's gone and..and," Dakqor deliriously cried.

The giant machine, named the Phagiheem, was boarded by the man in the white. The gunman cashier went towards the body of Cyno as Dakqor deliriously cried. The man in the white powered the machine with the ring while the cashier threw the body towards the robot's path. In a moment later the body was crunched and skewered, blood flowing everywhere. The machine absorbed the blood and started powering up.
"It appears it's working fine. Now then, I'll test it's efficiency on an alive target."

THE END. or something

2/3

The neighborhood was stagnant because of the day's evening. All the movement and fervor was contained in the scattered clubs, filled with beatific music, nannex transactions, and movement. There was one club with bright purple illuminations two blocks away from where Dakqor and Cyno sat.
Dakqor curiously inspected his new found ring while Cyno sat in a scrawny position, cringing at the scene of a man attempt to remove a key from his scrotum.

"Man, this 4D shit is weird. It's like I'm there in the room and I could feel it. Ah, it feels awkward. This is some sick shit Dakqor. Look at this," denoted Cyno.
"I'm hungry. We got some left over money, lets get something," Dakqor announced, without taking any note of Dakqor's comments.
"You know what the problem with all these trap things is?" Dakqor said to himself. "It's that they all die. It doesn't matter if they start digging with their spoon or start splicing with their knife; there's always some arbitrary time limit that gets them just as they're about to free themselves. That Jesus is one evil motherfu-"
Dakqor interrupted, "Wasn't Jesus' mother a virgin? If Jesus did that to his mother, then she wouldn't be a virgin anymore."

"Well maybe it was someones' else mother."
"Now, I still remain hungry. We have some money. You can finish your movie...wait a sec. You finished downloading your movie, now can you scan the ring?
"Nope, scanning that ring while watching saw would crash my airtop."
"Then exit your movie."
"That would take too long."
"Well, exit, then in the meantime lets buy something from this store to eat. I'm hungry and I'm sure you're hungry as well."
"Okay lets go," submitted Cyno.

Cyno slid his airtop into the pocket of his overcoat while Dakqor slid his ring on his right hand.
As the two were standing up, a man in an old, brown jacket staggered towards the two from the down street. He came close to approaching Cyno and Dakqor while both stood still, waiting to here this man's business. The stranger came within distance and began to speak.
"You two. You want some nannex? I sell it cheap. Only two a piece, better than that expensive placebo you find in clubs. This is the real shit," the stranger said, who seemed to be a desperate street vender in Dakqor and Cyno's eyes.

"Oh, well we were about to just head into this store to buy something to eat," Dakqor said.
"This store? Why, so you could buy chips and soda and call that a dinner? This pill of nannex will fill you up and plus it's cheaper than two bottles of soda. You're better off with this nannex in your brain than that harmful junk in your stomach. Don't go into that store, you don't need it," the stranger continued his babble. "Now you may be thinking this is nillex that I'm trying to sell. It's not; it's pure, authentic nannex. I've tried it myself, it's legitimate stuff."
"Well we actually want to eat something. We'd try some anytime, but at this time we're in need for some food. Maybe next time." Cyno said with finality. With that, Cyno and Dakqor headed towards the doors of the store.

As if it were some exaggerated comeback, the stranger said rigidly, "there won't be a next time,
I'll be sold out of nannex to some lucky customer. You two lost your chance."
The doors automatically closed behind Cyno and Dakqor as they entered the brightly lit and meager store. It wasn't exactly a super-center of food. There was only one cashier and Dakqor and Cyno were the only customers in the store.
"That guy was some manic vender," Cyno noted.
"Yeah. So what should we get," Dakqor asked.

They wandered through the store, picking out things to eat for the night. After getting what they needed, they laid there items on the counter before the cashier while he made small talk with Dakqor.
"Some crazy vender, yeah?" The cashier asked with a small laugh.

"Yeah. He tried to sell us some nannex. Can't really trust street venders with nannex," Dakqor said.
"They become desperate and sometimes crazy. You know, I've heard that people who survive doses of nillex become crazed and manic by the second task of nillex. These crazy programmers command the nillex to infect their brain with the sole task of selling more nillex to others. It's like some vicious plague. They should be stricter on the laws of possessing nannex," the cashier explained.

"Wow, that's pretty messed up," Cyno commented.
"So, in total, that'll be about six bucks," the cashier said while putting the items into a plastic bag. The material wasn't plastic however; it was made of a durable, lightweight papery material that seemed to be elastic. Dakqor pulled six dollars from his right pocket, using his right hand. Dakqor handed the exact amount to the cashier while Cyno grabbed the bag full of food they had bought.
"Thank you," the cashier said while Cyno and Dakqor exited the store.

They decided to walk down to the end of the street to enjoy their food. They sat together on the curb of the corner. Dakqor reached down into the bag and pulled out his bottle of soda. Cyno did the same and they both sat down, enjoying their meal.
"After we finished our meal, lets scan the ring okay?" Dakqor asked.
"Yeah, sure," Cyno said.

In a quick instant, some object whizzed by Dakqor and appeared to penetrate through his bottle of soda. Startled, Dakqor dropped his bottle onto the street and said to Cyno, "what just happened?!"
"Your bottle. It seems it's been shot at," Cyno concluded.

"Shot at? Someone is shooting as us? What do we do? Shouldn't we get out of here," Dakqor said in a frenzied panic.
Dakqor looked down the sidewalk to see the silhouette of a man with some kind of weapon. Cyno caught on and saw the same thing. They saw the man reloading; this was enough to cause them to dash out of the area. Without a word, both fled down across the crosswalk and onto the next street. They ran the whole length of the street, passing by stores, restaurants, and clubs. They heard the outburst of bullets being fired, none actually hitting them. When they reached the end of the block, they agreed to turn a right corner to lose the straight path.

Near the end of this sidewalk, they saw the open doors to a club. It was brightly illuminated with purple lights with the blasting sound of music playing. They entered the club in hopes to lose the mysterious gunman. They were welcomed with the energetic movement of dancers, the beatific music, and strobe lights flashing everywhere. Dakqor and Cyno went into the crowd of people so they wouldn't have the chance of being spotted.
"That was crazy right there. It came out of no where and took my soda. Who do you think it was?" Dakqor tremulously said.
"I don't know. It could've been just some maniac who wanted to use his gun. He wouldn't chase us. We're safe," Cyno said, trying to calm Dakqor.

The two stood there in the crowd of people, trying to calm their nerves by enjoying the music playing. They were both reluctant to go back outside.
"We were lucky." Cyno said.

The Wearer

1/3

A small metallic ring sat on the polished surface of a sidewalk in the Tratar District. The late day didn't give the ring the slightest gleam. It was past dusk on a winter's evening. Two guys sat together on the same sidewalk, backs against a store's wall with bent legs. One was wearing a shirt full of titanium patches and denim jeans with serrated ends and occasional perforated areas, and the other was wearing a ballistic vest under a plain gray shirt, a fake-leather overcoat, and aluminum mesh pants. Both were engaged in a loose conversation.

"Dakqor, you should get a bulletproof vest; you'll never know when you'll get shot or attacked. We see at least one dead or dying guy everyday. You need to be safe," The guy in the overcoat said.
"I haven't seen one deceased person today yet," Dakqor replied.
"Well that guy in front of us has been lying dead on the curb for hours. You haven't noticed?"
"I always thought he was sleeping or maybe just knocked out," Dakqor innocently said.

"He's been leaking blood out of his chest. He's dead. You might be dead too without some protection."
"Okay Cyno, we'll steal a ballistic vest tomorrow. But I still doubt that guy's dead in front of us"
"He's been lifeless for hours now; he's lost enough blood. You can even see it drain into the graters on the street. He'd have woken up by now if he was unconscious," Cyno noted.

A small silence paused their chat. The store Dakqor and Cyno sat against was a small food store, one of which they haven't stolen from yet. Daily, like many other people, they wandered almost aimlessly throughout the overpopulated metropolis. Overpopulation was the exact reason why they endured such a homelessness. They knew that overpopulation had to be the sole reason why they lived on the streets.
"Hey Dakqor, you know I wished some plague would annihilate half the population and we would be immune to it. Then maybe we'd get some good open opportunities. I hate this street lifestyle; we're always stealing and running," Cyno voiced.

"I know what you mean Cyno. But sometimes, we just gotta man up and take the bullet," Dakqor continued, "So tomorrow, you have any plans to where we're headed for or are we just going to wander through the city?"
"The Elysyn District isn't too far from here. I heard there's some great clubs there."
"Sounds good."

The two friends stared at the cold, hazy, black sky that belonged to the dense and packed metro. Tall, slick buildings circled around in the faraway background; the Tratar District wasn't filled with immense buildings. It was a area filled with residential apartments, stores, clubs, and shops. The polished sidewalks were filled with people in the same situation as Dakqor and Cyno.
Although it wasn't pitch-black midnight dark, street lights illuminated the streets with their downward facing white panels that were attached to the end of supporting poles. The ground had a certain glow to it from the overhead lighting while the sky was contrarily darker, creating an unnoticeable imbalance of light.

People were about in this neighborhood, shopping, walking, and loitering. You could hear the excitement in the bright clubs down the street. Clubs were popular among vagrants and drifters. Most clubs were free to enter, owned by sympathetic philanthropists. They made most of their income from selling alcohol and the underground drug, nannex. Nannex was a pill filled with specially programmed nanobots. These nanobots, depending on which kind of nannex you bought, stimulated a certain area in your brain to create certain enhancing effects. These effects had their optimal effect in the musically atmospheric clubs.

Unfortunately, dispelling the nanobots out of your system after they exhausted their three-hour energy source took about two days. It became lethal when the dead nanobots started piling up when not properly waited out. Many dependent users died from nanobot-poisoning.
Even deadlier was nillex. It was another drug, very similar in physical appearance to nannex; no one could really tell the difference. The pill of nillex was filled with nanobots programmed by malicious batshit insane programmers with the intention of bodily corruption. These bots were designed to internally rape someones brain; drilling, ravishing, and destroying it. There were many street dealers who falsely advertised nillex as being nannex. The cheap price drove many desperate nannex users to street venders.

Dakqor noticed a small object resting on the sidewalk. It would've been unnoticed at a standing height at this time of day, however Dakqor was sitting where the ring was able to distinguish itself. While Cyno gazed at the sidewalk across from him, Dakqor leaned forwards to grab the ring.
"Hey Cyno, look, it's a ring." Dakqor handed Cyno the ring. It was a rough ring; it was of considerable size and was made of the same pure, lackluster metal. The ring lacked any sort of gemstone and design. Cyno inspected the ring closely. "What do you think it's made of?" Dakqor asked.

"Dunno, but it looks like shit. Maybe you could sell it for some cash. Maybe we'd be able to afford some nannex." Cyno remarked.
"Well, I have a feeling this ring's worth some money," Dakqor thought.
"It looks like crude iron or some other worthless metal. I doubt it's anywhere near platinum."
"Wait, you still have that substance scanning application on your Airtop?" Dakqor asked.

The Airtop was a mobile computer, small enough to fit inside a pocket. It projected a holographic keyboard against a flat surface as well as a holographic oblique monitor which was navigated by touch.

"Yeah, I still have it, why? Do you wanna scan something?" Cyno said.
"Obviously I want to see what this ring is made of. It might actually be worth something."
"Well, I can't access that application at this moment," Cyno said, as if trying to prove Dakqor wrong of something.
"Why?"
"I'm downloading something."
"Downloading what?" Dakqor inquired.
"Saw C"

"Saw C?" Dakqor continued. "So they made so many Saw movies they ran out of numbers and resorted to using letters.?"
"No. You know how they count the movies by roman numerals? Well this would be the hundredth movie so far."
"Really? What kind of ingenious scheme did they come up with this time?"
"Well, they hid the key in the guy's scrotum this time."
"I thought they did that twenty movies back?"
"Well this time they present it in 4D."
"Whoa, that's some awesome shit right there. How much more does the plot develop?"
"So you know how Jesus was behind the whole thing and that he died in the last movie right. Well, in the movie it starts on Easter and all."

"Okay, don't ruin the plot for me, I'll see it later. Downloading Saw C still doesn't explain why you can't scan this ring using that app," Dakqor said.
"If I were to launch substance scanner, my computer would crash since I'm downloading Saw C."
"We have universal satellite internet, your download shouldn't take long."
"I'm running Macrosoft. I have trojans and viruses everywhere. That's what I got when going through that electronic store's dumpster," explained Cyno.
"I understand." Dakqor somberly said.

Try to raise you rep score by stealing cars, taking over territory, shooting cops, etc...

try not to get any stars though

Halloween's on a Saturday night, so not sure. Might actually do something.

rather than lurk and post in the general

At 10/2/09 08:46 AM, Coop83 wrote: Resevoir Gods - americanidiot2f
A more light hearted version of events that actually has a workable plot. While this piece may have jokes akin to Hot Shots and Animal House, it does need refining, as there are too many cock jokes for it to be taken seriously. The fourth wall is breached with the Christ references, which was really subtle. Sadly, after the first one of those, the jokes of that type did start to snowball.

Thank you, I agree it needed refining. I didn't really have much intention of seriousness, but I think I could've replaced some cock jokes. Though, some seriousness could've been applied.

A little editing for grammar, particularly with the use of question marks: "Wait what how." should logically be replaced with "Wait, what? How?" and there might be a little more narritive, describing the scene as the news sinks in to the brothers about their new assignments.

I do need to proofread more in depth and I think I rushed somethings a bit quickly.

"Set, you're the paternal father of Anubis." Surely, there is no other type of father, than a paternal one. This particular error may not get picked up by spell checker or proof read, so conversations with other users should help.

I see your point and my error.

Overall 8/10

Thanks, unexpected.

Thanks for the review, appreciated.

I doubt any hurricane will hit the area of California I'm in.

At 9/29/09 11:04 PM, Captain-Ben wrote:

At 9/29/09 09:24 PM, Degura wrote: than i find out they are only going to serve nine years thats right NINE years in jail for killing twenty one people in just under a month.

I don't recall reading about them killing 21 people, do you have a link to prove this?

For some reason I had a link to the wikipedia article laying in my bookmark toolbar for no reason. I have now seen the purpose of having it there.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dnepropetro vsk_maniacs
"... were arrested and charged with 21 murders..."

Wonderwall by Oasis does not get to me.

Usually I don't fall asleep with music on because having earphones on so long gets irritating. I only f all asleep with music to drown out other noise or if I get really insomniac.

Most of my dreams come from the period to where I wake up (unintentionally) before I usually wake up then fall back to sleep. I've had some great and more memorable dreams during that time frame.

If she's comfortable sitting on your lap where your dick is and she's conscious that that's the residence of the penis, then she should be comfortable and knowledgeable if Mr. Happy decides to shoot up some happy juice in that inconvenient time.

Light looks great with all the weapons. I've also been Light for three years and don't intend to change.

I tried making a papercraft headcrab. It failed miserably...well I just didn't finish it and it was too tedious.

good luck

At 9/23/09 09:20 PM, OwnageGiy223 wrote: I put in the coordinates, and I ended up in France! What the hell?

It's a conspiracy. The French probably made the Loch Ness Monster to destroy Scotland.

I can get that locally...bout five blocks away I think. Actually, two blocks away from my school too.

lolcity

At 9/22/09 04:04 PM, lVlad wrote: how does caffeine raise dopamine and help me concentrate?

The caffeine molecules interact with each hour and after a while they release their happy juices into your dopamine filled sac in your brain. The sac becomes excessively filled to the point where you start bursting your happy juice/ dopamine throughout your body. The dopamine is felt throughout your body which creates the euphoric sensation. After a while, your greedy stomach absorbs all this dopamine and stores it in your man glands.

Its 2008 again? Well then, I should be posting like crazy

oh wait, it changed :(

The derivative of a function at any particular value of the independent variable is the instantaneous rate of change of the dependent variable with respect to the independent variable. This answers your question.

good night

At 9/21/09 11:32 PM, blazedhedghg743 wrote: I think you watched too much of the SpongeBob SquarePants Movie.

I was just about to reference that, I even got the link.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_t8dmXqEo Fk&feature=related

At 9/21/09 11:10 PM, Carbon wrote:

At 9/21/09 11:09 PM, americanidiot2f wrote: You silly raisins and your skin colored conflicts. Now my country, the United Grapedom, has far surpassed the raisins in everything.

Psh, please, the United Grapes is behind by at least a month on everything.

At least we're not dry-wrinkles

I will only use raisial slurs if I have to and I had to

You silly raisins and your skin colored conflicts. Now my country, the United Grapedom, has far surpassed the raisins in everything.

Here's a guess...
Hold down ctrl and scroll down to make your icons smaller.

Anything divided by zero is undefined. If you graph (anything)/x, there is no value when x=0. However, the limit of 0 is infinity.

Become the next Richard Wright; that'll show them.

I was just coincidentally listening to London Calling a second ago.

Reservoir Dogs is my most favorite in my opinion. Pulp Fiction was great too.

The Resistance by Muse

very good album in my opinion

The word bed is shaped like a bed.

At 9/13/09 11:51 PM, TheThirdSix wrote: You (assuming you're good-looking... probably not) approach a woman and show her your erect penis. You ask "Would you like to have sex with no consequence?" She will almost always answer no.

This is scientifically a fact.

I'm staying here.