Virus Bassarov
Senior Member
Trotskyist Revolutionary
" If you hate me, hate me for what I am. And not for what I look like. "
Posts: 85
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Post by Virus Bassarov on Oct 23, 2004 19:33:03 GMT -5
" Yeah all of you. But not me. Besides me + anger + Berserk = one hell of an explosion. Just tell me where this basterd is. And I can take care of it. "
I then started to an evil type of a laugh.
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Post by Garret thingysure on Oct 23, 2004 19:34:48 GMT -5
Garret puts his arm aroun Linnea.
"Uh...I am sorry that I haven't talked to you much lately. Hey, can I have some Yoohoo?"
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Post by "Zero" Americanski on Oct 23, 2004 19:35:05 GMT -5
I put down the tools and explosives and examine the mecha... I am somewhat disappointed at what I find. "I'd say as it sits it's about 50/50. The warheads are bigger but less accurate than a placed charge. Our best bet would be to get either a large shaped charge or a low-yield tactical nuclear weapon. Either way it's your call."
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Post by Linnea Korpela on Oct 23, 2004 19:36:15 GMT -5
Linnea smiled. "Its ok." she stepped out in front of him reaching up brushed a few hairs from his eyes. "And no you can't have any. Bassarov needs it."
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Post by Steve Fox on Oct 23, 2004 19:37:33 GMT -5
Steve rubs the back of his head and closes the door as Sparkles comes into the room. "So, Sparkles... um..." He couldn't think of anything to say, "Uh... how'd you end up with a job like this anyway?"
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Oct 23, 2004 19:38:51 GMT -5
"I am really opposed to using nuclear weapons, so I want you to talk to Vhan Diel, the anarchist mecha pilot and see if he can help us. In the meantime, I am going to talk to Erika and Linnea."
Bassarov leaves Zero to talk to the anarchist in a mecha. He walks back over to Linnea.
"I want you to drink the Yoohoo once Erika starts reading Anna Akhmotova poems. You are going to drink it and talk about how good it tastes and how much you would like to share it with Chaos. Can you do this?" Bassarov asks. He searches the crowd for Erika.
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Post by Erika "Zwei" Faust on Oct 23, 2004 19:40:36 GMT -5
I am sitting on a log, eating some thin soup. I am feeling a lot better, but now I really want to know what was causing my sickness... "What is it Herr Bassarov?" I ask him.
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Post by Linnea Korpela on Oct 23, 2004 19:40:47 GMT -5
Linnea laughs softly. "Sure Valodya. I can do that."
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Oct 23, 2004 19:42:01 GMT -5
"Good, then we will get started in just a few minutes."
"Erika, I have my poem book here, and as soon as Vhan is set up to attack this thing, I want you to read some poems to this machine. I have a few book marked."
Bassarov pulls out his poem book.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Oct 23, 2004 19:48:22 GMT -5
Bassarov opens the book to the poems that Zwei should recite.
"Here is one..."
When they are burying the century,
The mournful psalm doesn’t arise,
She will be ornamented sadly
By nettle’s and thistle’s green mass.
And just undertakers are hurried,
Because their dark business doesn’t wait,
And it is so quiet, so quiet,
That clearly heard is the time’s tread.
And she to the surface comes farther,
A corpse – in a river of flood…
A son won’t cognize his dead mother,
A grandson will take off his sight,
And all heads are drooped in deep sadness,
A pendulum-moon goes by.
Like that, over once perished Paris,
Such silence hangs now in sky.
"Here is another"
YOU WHO IS CURSED
You, who is cursed, you, who is hailed,
Your voice is wild and simple.
And none can ever you translate
Into a tongue of people.
You’ll enter full Forgetfulness
Like people enter Shrine.
To that, you will be always blessed
By hand and heart of mine.
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Post by Erika "Zwei" Faust on Oct 23, 2004 19:48:55 GMT -5
"Poetry? Well whatever you say..." I flip through the book, and I begin to wonder about the validity of this plan...
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Oct 23, 2004 19:52:47 GMT -5
"Sometimes difficult situations take creative solutions." Bassarov replies.
"Here is another..."
Why is this century worse than those others?
Maybe, because, in sadness and alarm,
It only touched the blackest of the ulcers,
But couldn't heal it in its span of time.
Else, in the West, the earthly sun endows
The roofs of cities with the morning light,
But, here, the White already marks a house,
And calls for crows, and the crows fly.
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Post by Erika "Zwei" Faust on Oct 23, 2004 19:54:27 GMT -5
"Well I can try when you're all ready..." I say. "But I still don't think it'll work."
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Post by Linnea Korpela on Oct 23, 2004 19:55:08 GMT -5
"Yes I'm ready also."
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Oct 23, 2004 19:56:22 GMT -5
"Well the machine halted shortly while Garret sang, and just attacking the machine does not seem to work nor has hacking into it, thus we need to try something else. But I wll come back once you are needed." Bassarov walks back over to the mecha pilot.
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