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Post by Archaix on Jun 17, 2007 9:01:25 GMT -5
I don't think so. I think we can just continue now.
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Post by Kardas on Jun 17, 2007 9:10:13 GMT -5
OK Looks good Climax coming up, I'm so exited!  I'll fly carefully now. I already crashed once. I suppose I'm flying to Parliament? |
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Post by His Holiness King Of Penguins on Jun 17, 2007 9:11:30 GMT -5
when it has ended can we make a part two?
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Post by Robespierre - P.R. of Debro on Jun 17, 2007 9:13:41 GMT -5
i think we should.
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Post by Kardas on Jun 17, 2007 9:17:34 GMT -5
Oh... and we need penguin ninjas to be featured a bit more prominently- otherwise the title doesn't make much sense
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Post by Archaix on Jun 17, 2007 9:21:20 GMT -5
We could make different kinds of story:
* A medieval forum story.
* A Napoleonic forum story.
* A Second World War story.
* A futuristic story.
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Post by His Holiness King Of Penguins on Jun 17, 2007 9:22:02 GMT -5
No stick with Penguin Ninjas.
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Post by Robespierre - P.R. of Debro on Jun 17, 2007 9:44:21 GMT -5
WW2...like the catch 22? Man, i love that book. But it's a bit hard for me in original english...
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Post by Archaix on Jun 17, 2007 12:35:56 GMT -5
I've not read it. A friend of mine tried to, and said it was like shouting on every page.
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Post by Robespierre - P.R. of Debro on Jun 17, 2007 16:25:41 GMT -5
is this positive or negative? Yeah, the whole book is a sarcastic joke...but Heller's biggest handicap is that he always repeat himself...howver his another book, the Something Happened is one of the best book i've ever read.
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Post by Archaix on Jul 10, 2007 16:27:14 GMT -5
Positive, I think. I'd like to read it, anyhow.
I'm going to pick up Penguin Ninjas tomorrow. I'm going for a walk, then getting something to eat, and then I'm going to finish this!
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Post by Robespierre - P.R. of Debro on Jul 11, 2007 12:38:30 GMT -5
ah, good idea!I was thinking on it, too.(and almost all boxes have disappeared now.)
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Post by Archaix on Jul 11, 2007 17:01:10 GMT -5
Well, I didn't get a chance to walk in the morning since I turned my alarm off as soon as it sounded, but there's an hour left until midnight, so I've got time...
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Post by Archaix on Jul 12, 2007 4:40:30 GMT -5
Took me an hour and a half, but here it is:
There they were -the famous white cliffs of Dover. They were slightly paler than he'd imagined, perhaps it was the mist...
Orios, the American agent, looked at his companions. The Spaniard, Juan, was slumped in a chair, fast asleep. The rocking of the ferry and the dull, dead sound of the engine had made him tired, no doubt. Then Dalton -the double agent, apparently- was stood looking out of the large panel window opposite the table. There was at least another twenty minutes worth of water between them and the port, and it heaved hypnotically in the penguin's beady eyes. Orios didn't know why, but he just didn't trust him. It was stupid, it was unreasonable, it was detrimental to the cause...but there was some kind of innate hatred in Orios of all penguins.
He brushed the sweat from his forehead. Come on, get a grip! It's just all this work. You've been battling these guys for so long you can't tell what's right anymore. I'll just be glad when all this is over.
He looked then towards the Hungarian, Debro, who was demonstrating how he could balance a spoon from his nose.
"Have I met you before?" He asked.
"I think so. There was a conference in Santander a few months ago -I was a guest speaker."
"Of course, I do remember. It was a lecture on the Emerald."
"Indeed."
"During which you lectured us about how a llama would win a fight with a camel."
"Yeah, I got bored. But the point was that while a camel has superior morale and cognitive abilities, the llama would beat it in either a cold climate or in an area with low oxygen levels, since it lives at a higher altitude."
"Yes."
"Also, it's true that when..."
"If we could get the the matter at hand- " Interrupted Orios, tactfully.
"Oh yeah, the job."
"What are we up against?"
Debro's face lost the youthful amicability it had up till now displayed.
"You won't know until it happens."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean that this is like nothing you'll have faced before. This will require all your strength, wit and knowledge. This is humanity's last chance."
---
As the object moved over London, more and more people took notice of the figure in the sky, now illuminated in the rising sun. It resembled...a dragon.
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He heard the dial ring twice, and then a beaky voice answered, "Hello?"
"Dalton, are you in London yet?"
"Not yet, master. Just leaving Dover."
"Well do hurry up. I can't keep my cohorts waiting for much longer."
"Don't worry, sir. I will be in London for Operation Spartacus."
"Excellent. I am at 7 Parade Road, near Whitechapel. Run along."
He rung off. Nearly time, now.
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The Prime Minister prepared himself in front of the mirror. Prime Minister's Questions, as on any other Wednesday, would run smoothly. He had the Opposition in the palm of his hand, now. His policy on Housing, which he'd been preparing since Tuesday, would turn the tables his way in the May elections.
He heard the chauffeur knock on the door, and enter.
"Ready to go to Westminster, sir?" he inquired.
"Indeed, let's go. I have a feeling that it's going to be a good day."
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"So what happens when we reach London?" Orios asked.
"We find Automaticz, and we arrest him." Replied Debro, keeping his eyes on the road. The traffic was quite clear, and this was all wrong...
"Seven Parade Road" Added Dalton, eager not to forget the address.
"It sounds all to simple, to me."
"The problem is," Said Debro, pushing his foot to the floor of the car, "There isn't enough time!"
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There was a noise, that was certain.
"No there isn't, Nibu. Stop trying to scare us."
"No, you guys. I heard a rumbling, or something."
"It's not funny."
"Shut up! I heard it again!"
Deutsch nodded his head.
"I felt something that time. And are the streets supposed to be this quiet?"
All three of them heard the noise before they saw the cause of it. Galloping down Oxford street, with the inevitability of death, there arose the most terrifying scene any of them had ever witnessed.
Giraffes, zebras, lions and tigers, all being ridden by a troop of penguins, burst forth over the road. Cars were flung into shop windows, lampposts were flattened by scores of beasts, and fires inexplicably fluttered here and there with explosions. And they were headed straight for Parliament.
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The motorcade saw it too, and armed police opened fire while the Prime Minister and the MPs were escorted into the building. Animals, gripped with the seizure of death, were scooped to the sides of the torrent as the methodical thrust forward was maintained by the penguins. Almost as soon as the battle had begun the police were inundated with Automaticz's felons, which tore them alive and feasted upon their remains. The automatic rifles, now scattered on the floor, were taken up by the penguins, which now tried to discipline the over-zealous soldiers. They were hungry for blood, but they must not get it yet. The Master would dictate the time.
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Nibu reached for his carbine, and prepared to fire into the mob. Deutsch grabbed him just in time.
"What are you doing, you fool? You'll kill us all! Wait a moment, we can't give ourselves away."
Nibu took a deep sigh, and nodded.
"You're right. Let's wait for Automaticz to show up."
They watched for almost ten minutes before he arrived. During that time the penguins had been busy preparing to enter the building, and had set sentries on street corners. However, they had failed to notice the three Americans hidden behind the burnt-out wreckage of the car some four hundred yards away.
"I can't get a clear shot," Cried Santiago. "There's too many penguins in the way."
"Alright, let's close in once they've gone inside."
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The MPs sat in silence as events unfolded. It all happened rather too fast, and was too organized to resist. Almost as Automaticz entered the Commons penguin soldiers, all armed with Heckler & Koch MP5's, went round the sides of the room, disarming police and standing guard all around the perimeter. It was as though a black border had been placed around the edges. On the second floor balconies, too, a squad had gathered, and began to peer into the chamber.
Automaticz came to a halt just before the table in the centre.
"My friends," He began. He flashed an insolent smile, returned by nobody. "The Emerald is almost in my possession. Resistance is futile." He waited for any objections. There were, predictably enough, none whatsoever. "Mr Prime Minister? A few words to mark this most auspicious occasion?"
The Prime Minister was urged forward by a small soldier, and stood awkwardly in the middle of the green carpet. "You'll never get away with this." He muttered.
Automaticz grinned deeply. "Oh yeah? And who is going to stop me?"
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The agents gathered around. All of them were there at last: Nibu, Deutsch, Santiago, Dalton, Debro, Juan and Orios.
"Shall we proceed?" Asked Deutsch. They all agreed, and prepared to storm the sentries.
Orios took Debro aside for a moment.
"Is this going to be bad?" he asked. It was a stupid question, he knew, but he really needed help right now.
"Don't worry, kid. I've been in active service for years."
"What's it like?"
...
Back in those heady days, they'd all seemed so youthful, so invincible. Debro had first fought alongside Archaix there, when they were members of the FPI and desperate to cling onto democratic success. Why, Archaix must have been at least ten at that time, and what the hell was he doing in the Ivory Coast? No matter, they'd fought well throughout that hectic time, and gone onto great things. The agency had recruited them soon thereafter, and therein hangs a tale. What was it he'd said before leaving for Britain that last time he'd seen him? 'A true friendship is always formed in hell' Never a truer word spoken. And hell is where it ends.
...
"Debro?"
"Oh, er, nothing. Just remember, boy, aim well. And don't worry -I've got your six. C'mon!"
The seven of them walked towards the sentries sullenly, staggered out across the wide road so as to avoid being close if a grenade went off. The penguins raised their heads, and issued a bark of anger. The army of animals behind them were alerted immediately.
"Back the way you came, boyos!" Shouted Nibu, in a superbly imitated Welsh accent. He sprayed the front-line with lead, and they fell back like plaster from a wall. The enemy raised their guns, and prepared to shoot.
They met a wall of noise as the salvo erupted from the muzzles of the eight guns (Dalton had a couple of Desert Eagles). Blood, spewing endlessly from the lungs, limbs and torsos of hundreds of animals drained onto the street like tinted rain, collecting in puddles in slight depressions in the road. Some tried to retaliate by firing back, but the power was against them. Some fell back to the street behind; most ran away to the safety of many miles. In a mere five minutes the last remaining resistance had been quietened, and Westminster rang with an awful silence. The agents, now scattered far and wide after having taken cover, now gathered again. None seemed to have been harmed.
None, that is, except Debro. He was leaning against a twisted lampost, a wound in his chest oozing blood. His face was blanched, and paling by the moment. They rushed towards him.
"Debro, are you alright? Speak!"
"I'm...I'm fine." He replied, indistinctly.
Deutsch looked towards Westminster. "Guys, I don't want to be too harsh or anything, but we have to go."
"Well, what are we gonna do about Debro?"
There was a pause.
"Debro, can you still handle a gun...?"
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It was -although others would argue otherwise afterwards- by pure coincidence that the Dragon burst through the ceiling of Westminister at the same time the agents rushed in. Pieces of masonry fell upon the gathering, some large pieces even flattening some people. A thick smog of dust and smoke drenched the chamber, and chaos erupted. Penguins and MPs, confused by the crashes, the smell of burning rubber and the taste of cement began to run -or waddle- towards exists while the Dragon to eat people. Kardas dismounted, and headed towards the six agents.
"Are you the agents?" He shouted.
The agents nodded.
"We have to find Automaticz! We can't let him escape!"
They eventually caught sight of him heading for the fire escape. He ducked as the MP for Huddersfield was consumed by an array of sharp white teeth, and jumped through the opening.
"Seize him!"
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They collected at the main entrance, and watched in despair as Automaticz ran. He was running towards a mole at the other end of the street -it was a mole, bearing an Emerald. So this was it: this was the end...
"Forged...in...hell..." Breathed Debro, his finger at last finding the trigger of the rifle. "Socialism...be...my...guide..."
The shot rang clear and true -right into the back of the head. In a moment the danger had passed, and even the animals now littering the scene had lost all coordination, all purpose. There seemed to be a blurring of time that lasted for at least a minute before everything settled down. Automaticz was dead. One-quarter of the elected chamber of Parliament had been eaten, and would almost certainly trigger a by-election.
Debro was dead. His last movement had been to hold down the trigger, and in doing so had ended everything. The crisis was over.
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Somewhere to the west of Sheffield, before the floodplain reaches the broken heights of the Penines lies a tiny dell, nearly forgotten by humanity. It is marked by a single Rowan tree surrounded by the all-pervasive furze. There lies a lonely stretch of thin, isolated grass that grows only rarely in these parts. And underneath this grass, perhaps six feet or more, lays the Emerald, and the man who would have had it.
=The End=
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Post by Robespierre - P.R. of Debro on Jul 12, 2007 14:08:33 GMT -5
Excellent, my dead friend. It was exciting till the end. And i love the "parellel technique..it reminds me for the Brave New World..
looks like we can begin another one...;D
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Post by Archaix on Jul 12, 2007 15:13:28 GMT -5
'Debro in Space'
'Deutsch and the Garten of Earthly Delights'
'Primus Orios: A Life'
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Post by deutschgarten on Jul 12, 2007 22:34:22 GMT -5
lol.
Nice ending guys! I was on edge the entirity of the last chapter. I liked how Auto still 'gets' the emerald in the end.
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Post by Archaix on Jul 13, 2007 6:40:38 GMT -5
I like the way this story merely emerged from an obscure thread and developed a life of it's own. And everyone knows it's going to happen again...but when?
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Post by Robespierre - P.R. of Debro on Jul 13, 2007 7:03:45 GMT -5
Last night, i was thinkin on a suitable location and timeframe...How about WWII,1945 may, only a few days before the end. That was a very "dark" period, a lot could happen...and all nationalities were presented, and could meet.(For example, a hungarian "elite" division fought their way to the americans, cuz they didn't want to surrender to the russians.)
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Post by Archaix on Jul 13, 2007 8:18:59 GMT -5
I'd also like to be in one where I'm not dead for 9/10ths of it.
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" -Archaix