RE: The Big Damn Fight- Humanity's Only Hope!
06-18-2016, 08:51 AM
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The iridescent green words hovered in front of her, then blinked out. Out of curiosity, she looked for it again - and found it hovering just above the edge of her vision. Her eyes watered from looking at it, but it was enough time to distinguish a SCORE: 000000 and SPECIAL bar. Fascinating!
Oh right. Raime Truncata, (probably) the last of the Executive clones, stood in a gargantuan hangar, impressive in both its size and its emptiness. For a while she’d been aware of milling recruits, but none of them seemed to have been the people she was brought here with, so… not relevant! For now, at least. There would be plenty of time to do morale checks and employee evaluation later!
And then there was something else that had been bugging her. It wasn’t until she tried her looking-up trick that she realized why: her head was on her shoulders! Like, neck stump to neck stump! Moreover, an exploratory hand on her neck revealed that her head had been inexpertly taped on, probably by some HR officer. She shuddered at the thought of some HR flack getting their dirty hands on her bloody neck.
So first order of business: find some scissors! Second order of business: find other… murder colleagues? She supposed she might have been abruptly rehired by this… Margot. She wasn’t sure. Margot seemed like such a secretary name to her. But if this was her job now, she would be glad to fulfill it to the fullest! Right after she found some scissors. Third order of business: decapitate self. Again.
Walking briskly on… space heels? Her whole outfit was some sort of flight suit, she realized. She couldn’t actually confirm this since she couldn’t look down, because of aforementioned tape. God damn, in normal circumstances she’d have just pointed her head at herself. Also there were no space heels. Just space boots. Not businesslike at all. But as far as she could feel, she still had her nice red tie. Excellent. Hopefully she could get her clothes back later.
Walking briskly on space boots, Raime made her way to whatever most brightly-colored sign proclaimed as a common area. A bright future lay ahead!
The iridescent green words hovered in front of her, then blinked out. Out of curiosity, she looked for it again - and found it hovering just above the edge of her vision. Her eyes watered from looking at it, but it was enough time to distinguish a SCORE: 000000 and SPECIAL bar. Fascinating!
Oh right. Raime Truncata, (probably) the last of the Executive clones, stood in a gargantuan hangar, impressive in both its size and its emptiness. For a while she’d been aware of milling recruits, but none of them seemed to have been the people she was brought here with, so… not relevant! For now, at least. There would be plenty of time to do morale checks and employee evaluation later!
And then there was something else that had been bugging her. It wasn’t until she tried her looking-up trick that she realized why: her head was on her shoulders! Like, neck stump to neck stump! Moreover, an exploratory hand on her neck revealed that her head had been inexpertly taped on, probably by some HR officer. She shuddered at the thought of some HR flack getting their dirty hands on her bloody neck.
So first order of business: find some scissors! Second order of business: find other… murder colleagues? She supposed she might have been abruptly rehired by this… Margot. She wasn’t sure. Margot seemed like such a secretary name to her. But if this was her job now, she would be glad to fulfill it to the fullest! Right after she found some scissors. Third order of business: decapitate self. Again.
Walking briskly on… space heels? Her whole outfit was some sort of flight suit, she realized. She couldn’t actually confirm this since she couldn’t look down, because of aforementioned tape. God damn, in normal circumstances she’d have just pointed her head at herself. Also there were no space heels. Just space boots. Not businesslike at all. But as far as she could feel, she still had her nice red tie. Excellent. Hopefully she could get her clothes back later.
Walking briskly on space boots, Raime made her way to whatever most brightly-colored sign proclaimed as a common area. A bright future lay ahead!
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