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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Oct 20, 2004 0:36:45 GMT -5
"As you can see, this giant, slow moving mass of machines is destroying all life in its path." Bassarov says to Grove.
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Post by Void on Oct 20, 2004 0:36:59 GMT -5
I frown. He's distracted. Trying to keep my mind wrapped around his personal sense of being, I move forward, closer to him.
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Post by Grove on Oct 20, 2004 0:40:28 GMT -5
Grove looks up at the monsterous mass that is the machine Bassarov indicated. He would have been in awe if not for the fact he was enraged at its very existance.
"Why..." he said more to himself than anyone else.
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Lucky
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Red Infinity Assassin
You howl and wail like a banshee. I feel your hunger to taste me. Savor the addiction, savor me
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Post by Lucky on Oct 20, 2004 0:41:32 GMT -5
She smirks and raises her glass.
"I'll drink to that! I am not human...nor mortal. So i agree totally with what you say. And your theory pertains to men of the species especially. No offense. I merely state my opinion. But you seem different because you admit to it. i guess i find that refreshing. However i understand what you mean."
She takes a swig and replaces her glass. The food arrives. She takes a bite.
"I know you don't like me at all...and are only doing this to placate me. I appreciate it. Too bad you are not having fun. I think your fun. Well interesting is more truthful. I wouldn't mind doing this again sometime."
She takes another bite.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Oct 20, 2004 0:44:55 GMT -5
"Yes...why? Why...why...why?" He asks half in regard to the machine, and half in reference to other things.
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Post by Void on Oct 20, 2004 0:46:58 GMT -5
I sense more presences near Bassarov as I approach. I lean against a building, hiding within the shadows and wait...
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Post by Grove on Oct 20, 2004 0:51:54 GMT -5
Grove turns and adresses Bassarov.
"Is it the plan of the rebels to attempt to destroy this monstrosity?" he inquires.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Oct 20, 2004 0:54:41 GMT -5
"Yes, of course it is, but, conventional methods will not work. It is something that can not be simply fought or hacked in to. I think that defeating it will take many different responses......"
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Blackie
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Socialist Assassin
If we do not spend time, then how can we have time?
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Post by Blackie on Oct 20, 2004 0:55:03 GMT -5
Zenith: I thought so, I'm Zenith. And I wish to join the rebels
:: She stares into space for a moment, as if trying to decipher something, then blinks. ::
Zenith: As for the mental illness, you have none.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Oct 20, 2004 0:57:27 GMT -5
"Ochenb Pryatna, Zenith. Great, you are welcome to join. Right now we are trying to figure out a way to defeat this machine."
Bassarov turns back to Grove and the others.
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Devin
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Green Party Writer
In suffering, bliss becomes all the clearer...
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Post by Devin on Oct 20, 2004 1:01:09 GMT -5
Devin was still stuck on his previous thought, but the topic changed slightly when he heard her words.
"Yes. The male is even worse than the female. It is true females can be nearly as bad as the average male, or worse, but it is generally the other way around. Men are far worse in general than women are. This is mainly due to genetics, and how it effects their psyche. They are compulsive, untruthful, territorial, agressive, posessive, rude, closed-minded..."
Devin put his hand to his forhead. It was obvious he was agitated. He suddenly became calm, but held his hand to his head.
"It applies to all males, as does the stupidity of the human race apply to all humans."
Devin sighed deeply and let his forhead lay on the table, his right arm on the tables surface as well, curling around to protect his head instinctivly.
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Post by Roane on Oct 20, 2004 1:03:21 GMT -5
Roane pulls the mossy covers closer around her. She is deep in sleep. Her mind flashes images as she dreams of what had happened. She also has flashes of what might be.
A smile curls her lips as she floats in sweet slumber. She dreams of Groves embraces and his kisses. The feel of his skin touching hers. The feeling she gets whenever they kiss. He takes her breath away with each one...mesmorizing her and ever so slowly completely taking over herself.
She dreams of other intamacies but they frighten her. She is scared of such things that things will not be the same. Since earlier however she wonders about such things. She knows she is in love with him. And that she wants to give the gift of her charms to him one day. She is timid however when it comes to such things. This scares her immensely. However her imagination wins out against her fears. Thoughts of his strong arms holding her as they connect make her shiver. She tosses and turns for a moment.
Grove...
It is a mere whisper as her mind begins to reel with all different thoughts of her love. She in her sleep has no idea Grove is not there.
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Post by Void on Oct 20, 2004 1:06:27 GMT -5
I step out of the shadows.
"So, this is the so-called 'greatest' of Revolutionaries."
It is far more a statement than a question.
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Post by Grove on Oct 20, 2004 1:08:11 GMT -5
Grove looks from Bassarov to the towering form slowly moving across the landscape, destroying all in its path. He looks back to Bassarov with a very serious expression.
"Well you have my support in any way I can give to assist you."
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Oct 20, 2004 1:09:47 GMT -5
"I appreciate that, Grove."
Bassarov doesn't like the title "great revolutionary" maybe "only revolutionary who hasn't been paralyzed by disenchantment" Though Mischa and a few others are still steadfast to the beliefs.
"Yes, I am Valodya Bassarov...."
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