Re: Mini-Grand 5802 [Round 1: The Heat Death Lounge]
08-19-2011, 04:41 AM
Molinya had no idea what was had just happened. She was just a dog, after all. A communist dog. She had been placed in a rather isolated part of the building, so nobody had notice her. Yet.
Despite her confusion, she was a good dog. She stood upon the green carpet of that disgustingly capitalist building, and positioned herself like any member of the Great Red Army would: with pride.
Molinya barked a few times, excitedly prancing in place a bit. She must be out of training. This must be the battlefield. This must be the place she can finally shine.
The dog hopped up and down a bit, the excitement getting to it and making it act very un-Communist. The emotion must have caused some sort of trigger, because a bright light began forming at the mouth of the laser, an electronic noise building from it, growing louder and louder.
Molinya knew what this was. This was her laser! Her pretty, communist laser! It was going to fire, oh my gosh, it was going to fire and strike down those capitalist swine! Then The Motherland would love her and give her treats and everyone would be SO PROUD-
The laser fired, the deep, concussive бÑм filling the small hallway with noise. The laser tore through the wall, into whatever room lay next door.
~~~
Tonight was Go-fish night.
Most people say Go-fish is a stupid game. If those people said those words to Stanley Maxwellâs face, theyâd be shanked faster than you could say, âHoly fuck Go-fish is fuckinâ serious business.â
Go-fish was Stanley Maxwellâs game, and tonight, well, tonight was Go-fish night.
âDo ya have any nines?â he said to the eight-armed robot sitting across from him. ââCause Iâm pretty sure you do.â
If the machine could frown, it would.
âIndeed I do,â it replied, handing the cards to Stanley. âThis is most unfortunate.â
âIt really is, you robofucker,â the Go-fisher said with a smile. ââCause now I have all four nines.â
The nines were promptly slapped down on the table, and then a communist laser suddenly burst through one of the neighboring walls.
Despite her confusion, she was a good dog. She stood upon the green carpet of that disgustingly capitalist building, and positioned herself like any member of the Great Red Army would: with pride.
Molinya barked a few times, excitedly prancing in place a bit. She must be out of training. This must be the battlefield. This must be the place she can finally shine.
The dog hopped up and down a bit, the excitement getting to it and making it act very un-Communist. The emotion must have caused some sort of trigger, because a bright light began forming at the mouth of the laser, an electronic noise building from it, growing louder and louder.
Molinya knew what this was. This was her laser! Her pretty, communist laser! It was going to fire, oh my gosh, it was going to fire and strike down those capitalist swine! Then The Motherland would love her and give her treats and everyone would be SO PROUD-
The laser fired, the deep, concussive бÑм filling the small hallway with noise. The laser tore through the wall, into whatever room lay next door.
~~~
Tonight was Go-fish night.
Most people say Go-fish is a stupid game. If those people said those words to Stanley Maxwellâs face, theyâd be shanked faster than you could say, âHoly fuck Go-fish is fuckinâ serious business.â
Go-fish was Stanley Maxwellâs game, and tonight, well, tonight was Go-fish night.
âDo ya have any nines?â he said to the eight-armed robot sitting across from him. ââCause Iâm pretty sure you do.â
If the machine could frown, it would.
âIndeed I do,â it replied, handing the cards to Stanley. âThis is most unfortunate.â
âIt really is, you robofucker,â the Go-fisher said with a smile. ââCause now I have all four nines.â
The nines were promptly slapped down on the table, and then a communist laser suddenly burst through one of the neighboring walls.