**So I've basically given up on the idea of writing novel, so I've decided while the plot ideas are still in my head and not changing too much, I'd put it and others into smaller blurb-like concept versions.**
Here goes;
Post world war 3 future, where guns have been outlawed and the human race has managed to colonize Mars. After losing a member of their organization after being murdered due to unknown reasons, this organisation then goes and recruits a new member, who just happened to be part of the third world war.
This group is then sent to clear out some pirates who've set up base in an old derelict 'Old Earth' (faction that represented Earth and fought for having Mars and Earth as separate governments in the third world war - as opposed to the 'United Worlds', which fought to have them under the one governing body. United Worlds won this war) warship. The true purpose of the mission was in fact to find and destroy the one and only success of the OE's experimental super-soldier program which is being stored in cryo-stasis within the ship. After finding and confirming this soldier's existence, The organisation they work for destroy the ship to remove evidence of the OE, with the group plus super soldier barely making it out alive - presumed dead by their organisation.
Floating out in space in just their small ship, with no idea of what to do in their current predicament, they are found and captured by an unknown invisible and undetectable warship. They learn that this warship is a one of a kind warship developed by the 'OE' as a last ditch effort to win the war, but didn't get enough time to get the project into full production. They also learn that the 'UW' has been systemically wiping out the OE years and years after signing the peace treaties ending the war.
The group along with the remaining 'OE' faction head to Mars to wage a guerrilla war to free themselves and Mars from the UW's oppression.
Monday, August 30, 2010
Friday, December 26, 2008
My Novel Side Project ~ Part 4
“Back early Gene, you know it usually takes at least a week before you can be fully sure of a new recruit’s abilities.” Gene completely ignored Richard’s words, instead dragging out from behind him William, who was in a weird state of awe with his new surroundings.
“This is William, he’s got the skills, got the smarts, and I like his mouth.” Gene gave a chuckle.
“William eh, well we’ll have to test you out still. Does he have a code name yet Gene?” Richard’s curiosity was rising.
“Osiris. Apparently it’s his real name, so he says.”
“Not anymore it isn’t. Well welcome to the testing phase William.”
Richard passed William some tracksuit pants and a shirt as they moved into what seemed a gym room.
“Get changed in there, then come back and we’ll begin.”
William went into the change room. While pleased that he could finally change out of his dirty worn clothes, he still felt somewhat uneasy about the whole situation he was finding himself in.
So after cleaning himself up he came back out into the gym only to find an unknown man standing out on the mat in the centre of the gym. Medium height and build, with shoulder length blonde dreadlocks and shades you’d find in an Tom Clancy novel film adaption, for some reason William knew his next set of unknown events revolved around this man.
“So this is the rookie,” a straight, laid back tone came from his mouth.
“Tom, this is William. William this is Tom. Tom’s going to help us see the full extent of what you’re capable of, hand to hand combat wise.”
William looked at Tom, then proceeded to walk up to him.
“So, hand-to-hand combat trainer huh?”
Tom looked back, unfazed by William’s presence.
“Yup... Bad day for you,”
Richard spoke out from across the gym, “Go when you’re ready William, all you have to do is put Tom to the ground.”
William paused for a moment, then began. He went straight for a textbook grapple take down. He couldn’t have picked a worse starting move. Tom took William’s right arm and thrusted his own left palm into William’s chest, putting him ass on the floor.
“Rejected, wanna’ try that again?” Tom gave a wide smile. William got back up.
“No,” William this time went for a more technically series of combat manoeuvres, but the end result still didn’t have Tom on the ground. Tom retaliated throwing a right fist at William’s face, he wasn’t joking around anymore.
What Tom didn’t see coming was his fist connecting with William’s, and on connection Tom felt a few of his knuckles pop out of place, he gave a slight grunt as he jerked back only to be smashed straight in the chest by a fist from William. Tom was on the ground, he was winded and was struggling to do anything.
“Just returning the favour,” William grinned.
Richard and Gene began to walk over,
“Nice display William, good to see there are still people out and about who can dish out a little hurt. You did quite a number on Tom there, though if Tom was one hundred percent and was allowed to kill you, the outcome of the fight would have been substantially different.”
William turned to Richard, not sure if Richard’s comment was intended as some sort of threat for if he wanted to pull out, or if it was just giving him a friendly notation of Tom’s prowess.
“Alright, we’re done I think. Both of you get changed and wait for Gene’s return. In the mean time, Tom can show you around a few areas of the place.”
“This is William, he’s got the skills, got the smarts, and I like his mouth.” Gene gave a chuckle.
“William eh, well we’ll have to test you out still. Does he have a code name yet Gene?” Richard’s curiosity was rising.
“Osiris. Apparently it’s his real name, so he says.”
“Not anymore it isn’t. Well welcome to the testing phase William.”
Richard passed William some tracksuit pants and a shirt as they moved into what seemed a gym room.
“Get changed in there, then come back and we’ll begin.”
William went into the change room. While pleased that he could finally change out of his dirty worn clothes, he still felt somewhat uneasy about the whole situation he was finding himself in.
So after cleaning himself up he came back out into the gym only to find an unknown man standing out on the mat in the centre of the gym. Medium height and build, with shoulder length blonde dreadlocks and shades you’d find in an Tom Clancy novel film adaption, for some reason William knew his next set of unknown events revolved around this man.
“So this is the rookie,” a straight, laid back tone came from his mouth.
“Tom, this is William. William this is Tom. Tom’s going to help us see the full extent of what you’re capable of, hand to hand combat wise.”
William looked at Tom, then proceeded to walk up to him.
“So, hand-to-hand combat trainer huh?”
Tom looked back, unfazed by William’s presence.
“Yup... Bad day for you,”
Richard spoke out from across the gym, “Go when you’re ready William, all you have to do is put Tom to the ground.”
William paused for a moment, then began. He went straight for a textbook grapple take down. He couldn’t have picked a worse starting move. Tom took William’s right arm and thrusted his own left palm into William’s chest, putting him ass on the floor.
“Rejected, wanna’ try that again?” Tom gave a wide smile. William got back up.
“No,” William this time went for a more technically series of combat manoeuvres, but the end result still didn’t have Tom on the ground. Tom retaliated throwing a right fist at William’s face, he wasn’t joking around anymore.
What Tom didn’t see coming was his fist connecting with William’s, and on connection Tom felt a few of his knuckles pop out of place, he gave a slight grunt as he jerked back only to be smashed straight in the chest by a fist from William. Tom was on the ground, he was winded and was struggling to do anything.
“Just returning the favour,” William grinned.
Richard and Gene began to walk over,
“Nice display William, good to see there are still people out and about who can dish out a little hurt. You did quite a number on Tom there, though if Tom was one hundred percent and was allowed to kill you, the outcome of the fight would have been substantially different.”
William turned to Richard, not sure if Richard’s comment was intended as some sort of threat for if he wanted to pull out, or if it was just giving him a friendly notation of Tom’s prowess.
“Alright, we’re done I think. Both of you get changed and wait for Gene’s return. In the mean time, Tom can show you around a few areas of the place.”
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
My Novel Side Project ~ Part 3
So Gene hit the streets, but only for a while. He knew dam well he wasn’t going to find any potential talent, not with the uproar after the third world war. Gene went into the “Emerald Bar & Club” for a drink. Three hours later, exactly what Gene was hoping would happen, did.
A relatively young man, slim, muscled build, tall with long dark brown hair, with worn clothes was sitting in the corner of the club when he was a approached by a gangster-styled white youth.
“Hey Hobo man, I wanna’ sit ‘ere. Leave!” The youth puffed out his chest a little to try to show some authoritative figure.
The poor man smirked widely,
“You know, there’s something wrong with your hat.” He pointed to the now offended youth’s visor.
“What’s wrong wit it!” The youth proclaimed profusely. The poor man reached up and turned the youth’s visor so it was now on straight.
“You see items of clothing look right when you wear them how the designer intended them to be worn.” He finished with a smile. The youth moved his visor back around before pulling out a butterfly knife. He was pissed.
“I told you to move outta’ me motherfucking seat, you hobo fucker. Now do it!!” He gave a wave of his knife.
“O you ruined your hat again,” The poor man frowned. He reached to move into back into place again. The youth went to stab him and in a flash of moves, ended up disarmed by the poor man. He pulled a semi-automatic pistol from his tracksuit jacket and pointed it at the man.
“I said MOTHERFUCKING MOVE!” Everyone in the club was silent, staring at the youth with the gun, who was creating a huge debacle out of nothing. The poor man sighed and smiled.
“Bad suggestion,” and in three subtle movements, the youth was disarmed of his weapon, and thrown on the floor of the club along with given a broken jaw. The youth shell shocked, he couldn’t believe what had just transpired in as little as half a second.
The poor man walked out of the door of the club, followed by Gene. Gene took and shook his hand.
“Nice to meet you William,” in a somewhat friendlier tone than he’d usually give.
“Er, I think you have the wrong person mate. My name isn’t William.” He was slightly baffled, definitely caught off guard.
“It is now. You’ve now also got a job.” William was still clueless as to what seemed to be going down. Gene began to guide William towards his car, a Preena X-Gold, a simple average wage earners vehicle.
“My name is Osiris, not William. Mate, you have the wrong person.”
Gene ushered William into the passenger door.
“William’s your name now. In this job, each team member is given a generic name, for which they will answer to. Your given name, depending on what it is, will either become your code name or be discarded and another word will be used as your code name. Lucky for you Osiris is one of those names that is perfect for a code name.” William was becoming uneasy with the situation he now found himself in.
“I don’t want be William and I don’t think I want to be in this job you’ve got going.” Gene was fed up.
“I don’t care, so shut the fuck up for the rest of the ride, because you’re going to be in this job whether you want to or fucking not.”
The ride was eerily silent for the rest of the way.
A relatively young man, slim, muscled build, tall with long dark brown hair, with worn clothes was sitting in the corner of the club when he was a approached by a gangster-styled white youth.
“Hey Hobo man, I wanna’ sit ‘ere. Leave!” The youth puffed out his chest a little to try to show some authoritative figure.
The poor man smirked widely,
“You know, there’s something wrong with your hat.” He pointed to the now offended youth’s visor.
“What’s wrong wit it!” The youth proclaimed profusely. The poor man reached up and turned the youth’s visor so it was now on straight.
“You see items of clothing look right when you wear them how the designer intended them to be worn.” He finished with a smile. The youth moved his visor back around before pulling out a butterfly knife. He was pissed.
“I told you to move outta’ me motherfucking seat, you hobo fucker. Now do it!!” He gave a wave of his knife.
“O you ruined your hat again,” The poor man frowned. He reached to move into back into place again. The youth went to stab him and in a flash of moves, ended up disarmed by the poor man. He pulled a semi-automatic pistol from his tracksuit jacket and pointed it at the man.
“I said MOTHERFUCKING MOVE!” Everyone in the club was silent, staring at the youth with the gun, who was creating a huge debacle out of nothing. The poor man sighed and smiled.
“Bad suggestion,” and in three subtle movements, the youth was disarmed of his weapon, and thrown on the floor of the club along with given a broken jaw. The youth shell shocked, he couldn’t believe what had just transpired in as little as half a second.
The poor man walked out of the door of the club, followed by Gene. Gene took and shook his hand.
“Nice to meet you William,” in a somewhat friendlier tone than he’d usually give.
“Er, I think you have the wrong person mate. My name isn’t William.” He was slightly baffled, definitely caught off guard.
“It is now. You’ve now also got a job.” William was still clueless as to what seemed to be going down. Gene began to guide William towards his car, a Preena X-Gold, a simple average wage earners vehicle.
“My name is Osiris, not William. Mate, you have the wrong person.”
Gene ushered William into the passenger door.
“William’s your name now. In this job, each team member is given a generic name, for which they will answer to. Your given name, depending on what it is, will either become your code name or be discarded and another word will be used as your code name. Lucky for you Osiris is one of those names that is perfect for a code name.” William was becoming uneasy with the situation he now found himself in.
“I don’t want be William and I don’t think I want to be in this job you’ve got going.” Gene was fed up.
“I don’t care, so shut the fuck up for the rest of the ride, because you’re going to be in this job whether you want to or fucking not.”
The ride was eerily silent for the rest of the way.
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Melbourne XX Hat Tourney - Ultimate Frisbee
My first Hat experience, very intense, also filled with my own stupid mistakes :P
It started off Friday night, with me being to lazy to jump in the car to drive to Melbourne thus being too late to go to the thingo. Instead I get to my rented to find the stuff I left there gone, taken by the landlord (stupid woman. I'm serious, bad memory skills). So after and hour or two of bullshit, I goto bed sleeping in a bed not covered in my rugs etc. (Mum not impressed lmao).
Saturday. 6am wake up (leads to the first mistake), no milk so brekkie is out, thus I got kit together and began my 1 hour walk to the train station at 6:30(mistake numero uno) in the rain. A third of the way there I stopped by the local Macca's to get some chips and drink. The kid behind the counter (a rookie none the less) tells me they don't sell fries at 7'ish, so I'm stuck drinking just a coke. I trudge along, eventually getting to the train station just as the train turns up (I blame the guy at Macca's for my misfortune, no doubt). so 15 minutes later, next train turns up, jump on and make the connections to Prahran station. So from there I make my to Albert Park (originally believing to be going the wrong way, but was going right :) ). I get the eventually, drenched head to toe as volley's are real good at absorbing water. I forget to have breakfast there coz waiting for the teams to be called. I ended up on a team with a couple of mates, knew of a couple and met for the first time most. We were to be team 'Secret Agent Sunshine' in our Yellow shirts *air grab*.
First Game - Powerthirst green shirts (7-6'ish score)
My first game back and after first point, I was fucked, near hyperventilating lol. 4 weeks off Frisbee and I had lost my match fitness :(. I think all the team played real well in the wet conditions, apart from myself, who couldn't catch shit lol. Dropped so many passes and was not a happy chappy :\. My only bout of skill, was a sweet as footblock on this dude's flick pass.
Second Game - Black Shirt team (have no fucking idea of the score)
I can hardly remember this game, but I was still dropping the catches I'm pretty sure, but less than the first game haha.
Third Game - White Shirt Team (5-3 score)
Played on the craziest field of Albert Park imo, massive lake in the middle, which I kept running through (reminded of me of beach frisbee conditions). I was playing a bit better now, catching a lot more passes, but cramping kicked in. First time I cramped mid point when catching the disc and passing it off with a straight pivot leg lol, then hobbled around the field with a straight leg until I had shaken off the cramp.
Fourth Game - Red Shirt team (same'ish score as the previous game).
Luckily a change of field, which was good. Unfortunately the wind and rain started to take it to us, which was a massive downer. I was on the improve again, but I cramped a few times and after running on that last field, I was running out of steam. I think we played well (I'm getting real sketchy at remembering details of games :S ).
Fifth Game - Blue Shirt team (2-5 I think).
Conditions went to the extreme, along with the first point which went for around half an hour. It was definitely warmer playing than spectating lol. Less cramping than previous game, but probably only due to less game time.
Afterward, I went with a mate to the elephant and wheelbarrow (?) for drinks with a group of mates, because it was his birthday (he got a lucky surprise at lunch lmao). It was then on to Crown, but I bailed as I remembered I had to solve some crap back at my place of stay. So I walked back to the Prahran station in the rain (note the rain never stopped, wettest day in Melbourne for the year apparently). Had to wait for the train to turn up there, got on it, then at Richmond I had to wait another half hour to get on the right train there, and then again another half hour plus at Camberwell.
After finally finished with the train ride for the day, it was back to the hour walk home, this time worn out. Stopped at the same Macca's as before for dinner which I ate on the go. I only just made it back, in an exhausted and crippled fashion. Checked emails and that crap for 5 seconds, replied to phone messages, then crashed.
Sunday. Woke up to my muscles hating me, so when it came to the question of walking to the train station, my response was "fuck that!". I needed breakfast this time, so I walked to the Safeway at the corner, shins and calves hurting like hell. I got a ice coffee milk and nutri-grain bars (I also got spare change for the parking meter and the lady was all smart ass, "I can't actually open the till after again," WELL YOU DID!). I then went back home got the kit together and walked to something I don't usually see (lol this dude was on the couch and his mate on the floor, i go into my room, then when I came out to leave, I swear they were near spooning. It's weird because the dude was able to sleep through me banging around, yet got off the couch went a few metres to sleep beside his friend). So I drove to Albert Park this time, having a Jeep river crossing experience outside Chaddy shopping centre, before getting to the park an hour and a half early :(. So I ate and drank breakfast and snoozed, before heading in to talk to mates (one bought me a coffee which was repayed with a parking permit ticket (I lose out by $1.50, o well). The games began, to much better weather.
First game - Red Shirt team (the one with Oshep on it possibly :S) (7-4)
This game was was better for me anyway, I was catching better throws were coming out a fair bit nicer due to the lack of rain, there was only one problem: I was the equivalent running capability of person with concrete attached to their shoes. Still, I think I did alright playing on the wing during zone d, it was just keeping up with a few of the guys that annoyed me, but o well. There was also mass hilarity (extreme exaggeration, but close enough), when at the end of the last point it was pointed out we had played with an extra guy on the field.
Second Game - Another Red Shirt team (no idea the score)
Sun came out a bit for this game, which was nice. Again, I'm always sketchy with the details, but our team played real well I thought. One thing I do remember is that the team we played before took the game disc and we had to play with my own personal one ( the artwork on the back is fading so much :( ).
At lunch we found out we were playing the Powerthirst team again. I tried car-assisted stretches only to find that I couldn't do them ( I was a cripple pretty much).
11/12th Playoff - Powerthirst (no idea the score, but we lost, funny game though).
The wind kicked in again, pushing into one side, making throwing hard the end furthest away from the pit lane buildings. For all the movement I had lost with stiffening legs, I still thought I played well, even managing a rare bout of aerial supremacy over a couple powerthirst players. When I was throwing the pull into the wind, I managed to get it 3/4 the field with a touch of float which some side-liners were impressed with (^_^) (ego trip *calms down*). Highlights were definitely Doobie's pull the went into the wind, floated up, then started going backwards before hitting the deck. This was only beaten by him jacking it straight up and out of the field later on.
A bit later (after the juniors vs oldies (masters :S) game), anyone who was still at the ground (most of the players) got to enjoy some pizza, while watching the final. This was my first time seeing the man known as 'the Gak' in action. Said to be one of the best players of ultimate in Australia, he didn't let me down. The opposition couldn't stop him from jacking it to the other end, even in the wind. Unfortunately the rest of his team couldn't back up awesome'ness and they went down by 2 or 3 points (apparently his team lost in the final last year as well - unlucky maybe? :P ). With that done, it was drive home time with a quick stop at my rented room to grab my wet kit from the day before. On the pass through Gatha, I pit stopped at the Colonel, for dinner, then made it home, weary and walking like an old man for a good ol'fashioned snooze.
To 'Secret Agent Sunshine' it was a blast to play with you guys, and for those who I won't regularly see throughout '09, I hope to see you at at maybe the next hat, or tourney that comes up.
It started off Friday night, with me being to lazy to jump in the car to drive to Melbourne thus being too late to go to the thingo. Instead I get to my rented to find the stuff I left there gone, taken by the landlord (stupid woman. I'm serious, bad memory skills). So after and hour or two of bullshit, I goto bed sleeping in a bed not covered in my rugs etc. (Mum not impressed lmao).
Saturday. 6am wake up (leads to the first mistake), no milk so brekkie is out, thus I got kit together and began my 1 hour walk to the train station at 6:30(mistake numero uno) in the rain. A third of the way there I stopped by the local Macca's to get some chips and drink. The kid behind the counter (a rookie none the less) tells me they don't sell fries at 7'ish, so I'm stuck drinking just a coke. I trudge along, eventually getting to the train station just as the train turns up (I blame the guy at Macca's for my misfortune, no doubt). so 15 minutes later, next train turns up, jump on and make the connections to Prahran station. So from there I make my to Albert Park (originally believing to be going the wrong way, but was going right :) ). I get the eventually, drenched head to toe as volley's are real good at absorbing water. I forget to have breakfast there coz waiting for the teams to be called. I ended up on a team with a couple of mates, knew of a couple and met for the first time most. We were to be team 'Secret Agent Sunshine' in our Yellow shirts *air grab*.
First Game - Powerthirst green shirts (7-6'ish score)
My first game back and after first point, I was fucked, near hyperventilating lol. 4 weeks off Frisbee and I had lost my match fitness :(. I think all the team played real well in the wet conditions, apart from myself, who couldn't catch shit lol. Dropped so many passes and was not a happy chappy :\. My only bout of skill, was a sweet as footblock on this dude's flick pass.
Second Game - Black Shirt team (have no fucking idea of the score)
I can hardly remember this game, but I was still dropping the catches I'm pretty sure, but less than the first game haha.
Third Game - White Shirt Team (5-3 score)
Played on the craziest field of Albert Park imo, massive lake in the middle, which I kept running through (reminded of me of beach frisbee conditions). I was playing a bit better now, catching a lot more passes, but cramping kicked in. First time I cramped mid point when catching the disc and passing it off with a straight pivot leg lol, then hobbled around the field with a straight leg until I had shaken off the cramp.
Fourth Game - Red Shirt team (same'ish score as the previous game).
Luckily a change of field, which was good. Unfortunately the wind and rain started to take it to us, which was a massive downer. I was on the improve again, but I cramped a few times and after running on that last field, I was running out of steam. I think we played well (I'm getting real sketchy at remembering details of games :S ).
Fifth Game - Blue Shirt team (2-5 I think).
Conditions went to the extreme, along with the first point which went for around half an hour. It was definitely warmer playing than spectating lol. Less cramping than previous game, but probably only due to less game time.
Afterward, I went with a mate to the elephant and wheelbarrow (?) for drinks with a group of mates, because it was his birthday (he got a lucky surprise at lunch lmao). It was then on to Crown, but I bailed as I remembered I had to solve some crap back at my place of stay. So I walked back to the Prahran station in the rain (note the rain never stopped, wettest day in Melbourne for the year apparently). Had to wait for the train to turn up there, got on it, then at Richmond I had to wait another half hour to get on the right train there, and then again another half hour plus at Camberwell.
After finally finished with the train ride for the day, it was back to the hour walk home, this time worn out. Stopped at the same Macca's as before for dinner which I ate on the go. I only just made it back, in an exhausted and crippled fashion. Checked emails and that crap for 5 seconds, replied to phone messages, then crashed.
Sunday. Woke up to my muscles hating me, so when it came to the question of walking to the train station, my response was "fuck that!". I needed breakfast this time, so I walked to the Safeway at the corner, shins and calves hurting like hell. I got a ice coffee milk and nutri-grain bars (I also got spare change for the parking meter and the lady was all smart ass, "I can't actually open the till after again," WELL YOU DID!). I then went back home got the kit together and walked to something I don't usually see (lol this dude was on the couch and his mate on the floor, i go into my room, then when I came out to leave, I swear they were near spooning. It's weird because the dude was able to sleep through me banging around, yet got off the couch went a few metres to sleep beside his friend). So I drove to Albert Park this time, having a Jeep river crossing experience outside Chaddy shopping centre, before getting to the park an hour and a half early :(. So I ate and drank breakfast and snoozed, before heading in to talk to mates (one bought me a coffee which was repayed with a parking permit ticket (I lose out by $1.50, o well). The games began, to much better weather.
First game - Red Shirt team (the one with Oshep on it possibly :S) (7-4)
This game was was better for me anyway, I was catching better throws were coming out a fair bit nicer due to the lack of rain, there was only one problem: I was the equivalent running capability of person with concrete attached to their shoes. Still, I think I did alright playing on the wing during zone d, it was just keeping up with a few of the guys that annoyed me, but o well. There was also mass hilarity (extreme exaggeration, but close enough), when at the end of the last point it was pointed out we had played with an extra guy on the field.
Second Game - Another Red Shirt team (no idea the score)
Sun came out a bit for this game, which was nice. Again, I'm always sketchy with the details, but our team played real well I thought. One thing I do remember is that the team we played before took the game disc and we had to play with my own personal one ( the artwork on the back is fading so much :( ).
At lunch we found out we were playing the Powerthirst team again. I tried car-assisted stretches only to find that I couldn't do them ( I was a cripple pretty much).
11/12th Playoff - Powerthirst (no idea the score, but we lost, funny game though).
The wind kicked in again, pushing into one side, making throwing hard the end furthest away from the pit lane buildings. For all the movement I had lost with stiffening legs, I still thought I played well, even managing a rare bout of aerial supremacy over a couple powerthirst players. When I was throwing the pull into the wind, I managed to get it 3/4 the field with a touch of float which some side-liners were impressed with (^_^) (ego trip *calms down*). Highlights were definitely Doobie's pull the went into the wind, floated up, then started going backwards before hitting the deck. This was only beaten by him jacking it straight up and out of the field later on.
A bit later (after the juniors vs oldies (masters :S) game), anyone who was still at the ground (most of the players) got to enjoy some pizza, while watching the final. This was my first time seeing the man known as 'the Gak' in action. Said to be one of the best players of ultimate in Australia, he didn't let me down. The opposition couldn't stop him from jacking it to the other end, even in the wind. Unfortunately the rest of his team couldn't back up awesome'ness and they went down by 2 or 3 points (apparently his team lost in the final last year as well - unlucky maybe? :P ). With that done, it was drive home time with a quick stop at my rented room to grab my wet kit from the day before. On the pass through Gatha, I pit stopped at the Colonel, for dinner, then made it home, weary and walking like an old man for a good ol'fashioned snooze.
To 'Secret Agent Sunshine' it was a blast to play with you guys, and for those who I won't regularly see throughout '09, I hope to see you at at maybe the next hat, or tourney that comes up.
My Novel Side Project ~ Part 2
The man walked along the office-styled hallway, when another man, dressed in a businessman’s suit called out to him.
“Gene. My office.”
Gene followed the man, who was in his late fifty’s, average build and height, with short grey hair and a thin beard. They sat down, one each side of the man’s desk.
“So Gene, what’s happened with James?” The man asked professionally.
“Well, he was messed up shit when I found him, and he’s fubar now.” Gene passed across James’ strange ID card. The photo on it was taken a year before and James looked like a 20 year old Harrison Ford, though with black hair.
“That’s not good Gene, we are a team member down, which now brings me onto your assignment,” Gene could almost predict exactly the words that came out of the man’s mouth.
“I need you to find a new member. Hit the streets, tail people, take notes, you know the drill.”
“You know very well Richard that I should be using my skills on other assignments. Not this bullshit.”
“Well unfortunately it’s just tough luck.”
Gene got up and began to make his way out the door when he was interrupted by Richard.
“You might want to leave your weapon in your locker; we don’t need any more corpses on the street.”
Gene smirked,
“Yeah yeah, though it’s not like it matters, we don’t exist.”
Both gave each other a smug look as Gene left.
“Gene. My office.”
Gene followed the man, who was in his late fifty’s, average build and height, with short grey hair and a thin beard. They sat down, one each side of the man’s desk.
“So Gene, what’s happened with James?” The man asked professionally.
“Well, he was messed up shit when I found him, and he’s fubar now.” Gene passed across James’ strange ID card. The photo on it was taken a year before and James looked like a 20 year old Harrison Ford, though with black hair.
“That’s not good Gene, we are a team member down, which now brings me onto your assignment,” Gene could almost predict exactly the words that came out of the man’s mouth.
“I need you to find a new member. Hit the streets, tail people, take notes, you know the drill.”
“You know very well Richard that I should be using my skills on other assignments. Not this bullshit.”
“Well unfortunately it’s just tough luck.”
Gene got up and began to make his way out the door when he was interrupted by Richard.
“You might want to leave your weapon in your locker; we don’t need any more corpses on the street.”
Gene smirked,
“Yeah yeah, though it’s not like it matters, we don’t exist.”
Both gave each other a smug look as Gene left.
My Novel Side Project ~ Part 1
The two colossal warehouse doors parted as a man dressed in an ‘up-town’ blood-red suit walked through. He walked through the warehouse until he came across what looked to be a man hanging by his leg from a chain suspended from the ceiling. As the man walked closer, he soon realised the man was indeed a victim, slashed and shredded, most probably with blades. Before dying, it seemed the man was able to write “I’m Sorry,” with his own blood. The man stood in front of the victim, bent forward a little and shook his head.
“Damn James. Looks like you’ve come out of this one second best my friend.”
The man out his hand in one of James’ pockets and pulled out his wallet, opening it up and taking the three fifty dollar notes from it, then taking what a strange ID card, one that is different from 99% of the world would see in their lifetime. His slipped the card and the money into his suit jacket, before pulling out what seemed to be an oversized revolver. His took out one of the bullets and smiled,
“Good bye James. You were the best man who never existed, I’ve ever known.”
The man stepped outside, closing the warehouse doors behind him. He walked around the corner before the warehouse erupted in an explosion of light and green flames. He walked another ten metres before being interrupted.
“You there, stop. What did you just do?!” It was obviously an illegit security guard working for the organisation, who messed up James. He should have been long gone, but obviously didn’t get the memo.
The man turned towards the guard.
“Dam stragglers,” He again pulled his oversized revolver from his suit jacket, pointing it at the guard. The guard knew what was about to unfold, but was unable to get his own sub-machine gun up in time. The man fired, the recoil from his gun throwing his arm behind him, forcing him to slide his right foot back to maintain his balance.
The man turned and walked away from the bottom two-thirds of what used to be an unlucky security guard.
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