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 meet the mizfitz -kreativ historie-

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IndlægEmne: meet the mizfitz -kreativ historie-   20/12/2015, 23:49

baggrund:
 
heads up historien er på engelsk så hvis folk ikke er så gode til det kan jeg senere prøve at lave en oversat version hvis nogen vil have den

Meet the mizfitz: part 1 hi, my name is Aiden, and I am a mutant

Ok listen up punks. This is a guide to survive the wastelands of the new world; it ain't pretty no more after all those bio attacks. Now if you live in the mega city up north they probably fill your head with nonsense and religious bull crap. So here is the real deal, outside those 50-meter thick walls of solid super concrete and steel plates lie a ruthless world, built up of all of the nastiest, meanest and most ferocious creatures that ever stepped on god’s green earth.

You might think who this guy is well... if you would shut it for 30 seconds then I was getting to that. I am Aiden Crown, but most people call me Hex, and I am a mutant. Yeah you heard me; I am an abomination to the human genes and a mistake by god. Or at least that’s what you are taught I am, trust me a few years back and I might have thought the same thing. I am also from the Northern Mega City and was trained to be a soldier, fighting against the eeevil rebels and militia groups that spawned up everywhere. But let me talk about how my first experience as a mutant went.

Chapter 1: I get an explosive headache

I woke in my field bed as I normally did but today seemed off in a way, there was no clatter of guys trying to wrestle each other like schoolboys trying to see whom the toughest kid at school is. And then I heard it, it started as a low whistle from above and then, an earthshattering KABOOM. It was a mortar shell, and I knew what was happening. With a swift motion, my hand reached the barrel of my scout sniper rifle while the other hand shoveled three boxes of ammo into a small sack. I grabbed my side arm, a magnum 45. And my trusty machete from the rack, the last thing I remember getting was my helmet before I darted to the tree line at the edge of our camp, there I set up my sniper nest. Now the thing you should know about a rifle like mine is that it’s made to be very mobile. it has no bi pod, no shock absorbent shoulder pillow to steady your aim, no 20 times magnifying scope to kill things just for wiggling a nose hair at you, but what it can do is kill you if you don’t find me quick. I watched behind me as I saw a fireball consume the barracks I was just inside. Soon after the first barrack was hit, the other soldiers got their last gear on and started to advance against the enemy, just like in training. Me and two other snipers should stand guard and drop any hostiles within our camp if spotted. I didn't know who the others were or where they came from in the mega city but I knew that they were just as good as me.

Another loud BOOM could be heard from the trees a bit away, it sounded like the guys had made contact with the enemy. I let out a heavy sigh of relief as I readied my sniper and went over my tactic from boot camp. Move, shoot, relocate, repeat. A great tactic if you have a light rifle like myself. I lifted the scope and flicked on the rifles infrared mode, there were men moving in on our destroyed base. A roar of a 308. Sniper rifle let out and one of the men’s head exploded into little chunks of meat.

Then it was my time to shine. I positioned myself closer to the tree and fired a single shot, it pierced a jugular vein on another guy and he collapsed to his knees grasping his neck to stop the bleeding. his comrade went to one knee next to him to check on him and then the third sniper let loose the THOOOM of an anti-tank rifle, I still don’t know to this day how he managed to luggage that around. Nonetheless, the bodies were incinerated upon impact by the hi-ex shell he used "nice going ass whipe, we have to live here afterwards remember" I thought to myself. After that, it was quiet at our end, the gunfire sounded distant now, like the chirping of a bird.

Then it happened…

Ever hit your head on something hard? Well at that moment, it felt like I just took a nosedive off the first floor of a building and landing on my head. I dropped my sniper as I clutched my head and clawed deep into my scalp, I can’t remember if I screamed since all I remember was the screams of dying soldiers all around me and a pain like a sharp scalpel dissecting my brain in layers and then the feeling of something blunt hitting my temple. Then… silence. When I woke up I was in restraints, magnetic cuffs around my hands in front of me and something we called a “kill cuff” around my neck. To explain the kill cuffs purpose simply: it is a sort of like an electric collar for dogs, but these are specifically designed for mutants (I know how fucked up that is). So if the target makes a move he or she will get a lethal dose of electricity coursing through their bodies. And yes, I have given people that treatment before. “what in the damned parts of hell is going on here?” my answer was answered when the commanding officers turned on the lights and commander Higgins face was so close I could count his nose hairs. “You know damn well Specialist Crown, you are a mutie” he spat on my face. I felt rage but not my own, it was his rage. I was as cool as a cucumber standing in front of these men “soooo… does that mean I get no dinner tonight?” commander Collins, a big dude that could bench press me stacked upon myself three times hit me in my stomach with the force of a sledge hammer. Needless to say I bent over and threw up my breakfast, half a protein bar, an apple and a bowl of oatmeal “ugh disgusting” I looked up at the two men with a snarky smile “well that is what happens when you punch someone in the stomach commander” unfortunately they didn’t find it funny at all. After estimated 5 minutes of Collins going to town on my face he pulled back “you have been dishonorably discharged Crown, and because you have been such a good soldier we have made sure you will be executed by firing squad” my bloody face was swollen so much I could barely see out my eyes. Now back then one of my biggest problems was my damn big mouth “so much for a holiday bonus” for once he laughed, but not the kind of laugh I liked, his was cold like ice and it ran down my spine “you have 3 days” and then I got knocked out again.

My cell was small, about the size of a regular bathroom, with cameras everywhere so I couldn’t scratch my ass without having 12 eyes looking at me. But it was fine, the thing that bothered me for the longest time was the influx of voices from all over, small snippets of conversations from all over, but not said rather I heard what people thought to themselves. Even in their most private moments, they weren’t safe. In the start, it was very uncomfortable since I couldn’t control it, but since I didn’t really have anything else to do all that time, I tried to train myself. A part of training is meditation so I used that as a fundamental exercise to control the input of information, by the second night I had controlled it so much that I could read distinguish who I read, and that gained me leverage. I had always been a smart kid, so I knew that Collins was a hotheaded foulmouthed brute, so I knew he was going to come gloat over me, sure enough, my last night he came “said your final prayers yet fucker?” his eyes were gleaming with smugness and I just wanted to punch him, but I had something better. I just looked up at the big guy from the back of my cell “how’s your sister? Still a mutant?” now even for a man that was of a darker complexion he went awfully pale at that “what? How did you… oh…” it was almost comical how I almost could hear the gears turning in his head “listen Johnny. I will take that secret with me to the grave, but you gotta do something for me first” I sat against the wall of my cell, fortunately for the commander the cameras had no sound so the comment weren’t heard by anyone. “What do you want?” he gripped my bars so hard his knuckles turned white “oh it’s actually simple, help me escape” I was calm but he seemed to grow paler and paler. “No fucking way asshole. Are you aware I could die if they found out I helped you?” I looked at my fingers, their nails were clipped short, self-maintenance is a good thing to keep up after all “I know, but if you do as I say they won’t know you had anything to do with it” I walked slowly up to the bars. “I want you to fall down when I hit you in about 30 seconds” he looked at me confused before I delivered a short punch to his throat. The way I punched it would serve greatly for temporarily close his windpipe. As he collapsed either out of shock or out of compliance to our agreement. I swiped the keys of his body and unlocked my cell. The second I sat a foot outside of my cell the alarms went off. To put it politely I was up shit creek without a paddle.
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IndlægEmne: Re: meet the mizfitz -kreativ historie-   22/12/2015, 06:06

Hej Mordheim :)

Sikke dog et herligt initiativ , at dele et lille indslag af Krea med os andre :)
Jeg synes det ser godt ud og du har et super godt sprogøre ;)

Bare klø på mr ? Kan vi få en sød lille julehistorie, men fattige børn der pludselig får en masse gaver og kommer til juletræsfest ....og møder en prins ! Eller ??? XD

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Bosted : i am nowhere and everywhere
Tilhørende klan. : i belonged to a clan long gone, maybe it shall be revived for the sake of mankind
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IndlægEmne: Re: meet the mizfitz -kreativ historie-   22/12/2015, 09:53

desværre milli er jule humør ikke det jeg havde tænkt mig ;)

men jeg kan uploade kapitel 2 i stedet?
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IndlægEmne: Re: meet the mizfitz -kreativ historie-   22/12/2015, 11:37

* mænd * xD

Jaa , lad os da få næste kapitel med ! :)

Og hvis jeg på et tidspunkt skal slette alle de mellem liggende indlæg , hvis du ønsker kun historien står der - så send lige en Pm :)

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IndlægEmne: Re: meet the mizfitz -kreativ historie-   22/12/2015, 19:44

Chapter 2- jailbirds’ flight

Maybe shit creek was too nice to say from the start. I was drowning in Shit Lake, the out spring of shit creek. I searched Collins’ mind for where they kept my weapons, a good soldier always holds close to his weapons. “Lose your weapons lose your life” that’s what my drill sergeant always said. Besides, I put a lot of time into calibrating that rifle so no way in hell that was going to go to the next rookie sniper with his big filthy fingers. I rushed down the hall and met the first guard “hold it right there mutie” his hands were almost quivering. I remembered him from when he was a private; Taki was from the oriental part of Mega City North, a good kid but always too nervous for his own good “listen Taki, I don’t want to hurt you so just let me pick up my weapons and I will be out of your hair before you know it.” He wasn’t backing down. I let out a sigh of aspiration “I’m sorry for this buddy, I really liked you.” I took a step towards him and he drew his gun “Taki, I’m serious man, if you try to shoot me I will kill you, I don’t want to do it but I will.” Seeing that boys face while I walked closer one-step at the time was probably the hardest thing I have ever seen “I… I’m sorry Aiden, but I have to do it… I really hoped we could have become better friends” a single tear formed in his eye as he moved to pull the trigger. I had to move fast, my hands curled into fists and I went into a boxing stance before I moved forward, ducked and weaved so he couldn’t get the sights lined up on me until I was close enough to move his arm out of the way. I still dream of the wet sound of his arm snapping like a twig under the force of my attack. His scream came after a scream of pure pain.
I scooped up his gun, a colt 1911, nicely engraved with some letters I had never seen in my life, probably from his family “I told you Taki, you should have just let me go…” I pointed the gun at his heart and he looked me in the eyes “do it… I’m dead already… I was too weak to stop you.” I couldn’t pull the trigger, me who that morning had seen a man drown in his own blood “what are you waiting for. Kill me. DO IT!” He grabbed my arm and as a reflex I shot him in the heart, at that distance his heart was turned into a fine mush on the wall behind him “Taki…. I’m sorry kiddo” I put the gun back in his lap and closed his eyes. That was the first time I killed someone as a “civilian” and I felt like puking, unfortunately my stomach was already empty.

I stood up  and  walked past him into the guard armory and picked up a pistol there, it was an old crummy looking m9 not anything that had been maintained very well in the last couple of years, but it could shoot as far as I knew. All I had to do was leave the detention area, cross the large area get to the real armory. Now that might have sounded simple at the time but with the whole place was in high alert. This was turning out to be a powerless struggle. I almost threw my gun in frustration as I realized this, but that was until I saw what I didn’t before. The drains, they had recently made bigger so that we could accommodate for the large stream of recruits, I could easily crawl through there, it was either that or get a 21-gun salute in the morning. Without another thought of it I opened up the drain and slid into the pipe. Residue was everywhere but my mind was in survival mode, shit was smeared all over my body as I crawled through the drain. above me I heard the loud stomping of feet on the dirt, they had all of the camp ready to shoot me, but they expected I would go out of the door or off the roof. So they were lining up in front of the detention center, judging from where I was going and the occasional vents I guided my way to the baths beside the armory.
I snuck up to the guard at the rear entrance and cradled his head in a choke hold tightening the grip, only knocking him unconscious but that gave me exactly 20 minutes to find my guns and get the hell out of there. Connors was the name of the guy I knocked out and was one of the best shooters I had ever met, he was with out a doubt the other sniper that was out with me that morning, maybe even the guy that knocked me out in the first place. I didn’t hate him for it, before I awakened I would have done the same.
Finding my beloved sniper wasn’t that hard, it was behind a locked door with the label “confiscated goods”. I was quite the delinquent in my young years so I had easily picked up lock picking as a hobby; I was at a slight disadvantage though. I had no tools and the lock was digitalized “just my fucking luck” I kicked the door hard in frustration and felt a sharp pain, as I grabbed my foot the keycard from Collins fell out of my pocket “lady luck, I could kiss you sometimes.” I picked up the card and slit it through the lock, three short beeps and then a long one followed by the click of the lock, and I was in. I looked upon a large room filled with a lot of very fancy looking weapons, I had to snap out of it as I only had 10 minutes left to get the hell out of here, I found my sniper, my machetes and was about to head out as I found something interesting. One of those oriental swords many of the Chinatown recruits hung on the wall next to the exit along with some of the most beautiful guns I had ever seen. At that point in side my mind was a little voice, my voice of greed that started to whisper “it would be a shame for such pretty weapons to rust on a wall, I would be doing them a favor.” I picked up a duffle bag from a table and started picking random weapons of the wall. at last slung the sword over my back as I ran out the exit to the motor pool. Since they had spread so thin, I could easily acquire myself some transportation.

As I looked over the collection of vehicles at my disposal I thought practicality over all, I knew most of our heavy artillery was damaged in the battle from three days ago, meaning would be safe from any larger attacks. That being said I couldn’t exactly drive out of there in a jeep with open top. My contemplation almost got the better of me as I heard the sound of men at the door, I jumped into an armored personnel carrier and moved slowly towards the cockpit of it. I had never been much of a driver even when I joined the army but I understood the basics of it. I moved to the drivers seat and held the joystick “engine, on” the motor roared to life and with that I heard bullets ricocheting of the hull. I pushed the button under my right index finger and with another roar the beastly machine broke through the doors of the motor pool and squealed down the road out of camp. “engage drive vision.” a couple of glasses lowered down onto my eyes and I suddenly had a better view. most people ducked and covered as I drove through the gates but one man stood in my way, the damn commander Higgins and he held what probably was the last rocket launcher in the camp “oh yeah, come and get me shit stain!”  I roared along with the engine of this beast as I pressed the button on top of the left joystick. BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM. The sound of a large caliber machine gun roared louder than the engine, cut right through the arrogant commander, and turned him into a fine mist. And with that my escape was complete.

I drove for what felt like two days straight and it started to tear on my psyche. I felt like someone had infused my eyelids with lead and evey second it grew harder for me to keep them open, at last my tired mind got the better of me. I pulled over and into the jungles under bush to camouflage myself and went into the back of the carrier, it was not made for comfort but rather for practicality so sleeping on the benches was not the best bed I ever had. That night I dreamt of far off places, my old home, my drunk father and my sick mother. My brother, I remember feeling despair over what might happen to him when he got as old as me, maybe he had already shown signs of mutation, or maybe it was not in our DNA but rather it was the jungle that changed mine. but then my mind soared over a large part of  Mega City North then closer in to a housing block and then finally into the den of a large gang with a lot of mutants enslaved, one of them caught my eye, mostly because she looked at me. She looked me into my eyes, hers yellow like amber and mouthed the words “help us.” Then, I woke up again.
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Bosted : i am nowhere and everywhere
Tilhørende klan. : i belonged to a clan long gone, maybe it shall be revived for the sake of mankind
Partner. : i have no time for such foolish things
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IndlægEmne: Re: meet the mizfitz -kreativ historie-   23/12/2015, 15:43

jeg kan nu godt lide at se kommentare ind i mellem

jeg kan også fortsætte med at poste kapitler her inde hvis det kunne interessere men jeg har ogs en blog som jeg ogs smider den op på
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IndlægEmne: Re: meet the mizfitz -kreativ historie-   28/12/2015, 01:02

Jeg er fan :D

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Bosted : i am nowhere and everywhere
Tilhørende klan. : i belonged to a clan long gone, maybe it shall be revived for the sake of mankind
Partner. : i have no time for such foolish things
Slaver. : none
Evt. bemærkninger. : beware my blade for it is thursty
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IndlægEmne: Re: meet the mizfitz -kreativ historie-   28/12/2015, 02:19

det glæder mig at høre, jeg er også stolt af at sige jeg måske starter et andet kreativt projekt op ved siden af det her men det er stadig langt fra færdigt
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IndlægEmne: Re: meet the mizfitz -kreativ historie-   28/12/2015, 12:33

Bliv endelig ved med at smide kapitler op herinde!
I like reading it ^^
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IndlægEmne: Re: meet the mizfitz -kreativ historie-   29/12/2015, 02:08

det glæder mig meget selena

jeg har holdt lidt ferie fra at skrive dem men nu er jeg klar og påbegyndt det seneste kapitel
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IndlægEmne: Re: meet the mizfitz -kreativ historie-   29/12/2015, 16:43

Chapter 3: Man vs. Wild

When I woke up in my newly acquired vehicle as it shook like I just hit a speed bump at full speed. This was what I feared, wildlife. The most of the planet is covered by thick jungle now, and in an act of pure Darwinism, the wildlife evolved into keeping their new habitat human free. This resulted in all kinds of fascinating mutation all over the globe, as military we are instructed in one rule “never fuck with the wildlife” now that may not be what was said but that was what they meant. That also means that most times when set up in camp outside the walls of the mega cities the recruits are scared shitless. That being said, I might be one of the few men that actually have faced off with a creature of the new jungle. Low and behold, I was stuck in the jungle again, with a shit ton of weapons and some huge evil monster right outside of my vehicle and I was pissed.

I grabbed an assault rifle and slammed a magazine into it. The sweet click of the mechanical lock that held the magazine into place was like music of this one, I slapped of the safety and slammed the door control. With a hiss, the hydraulic door opened to the outside. What I saw out there was nothing like the holographic images that we were shown. What stood before me was a giant snake with fangs the size of short swords dripping with green liquid dripping from them. My aim started waving a bit out of fear for this monstrosity but anger took the place again. I unloaded about 23 shots of my assault rifle into the beast’s mouth and it hissed angrily so the green spit flew about me, some hit my left arm and it hurt like hell, adrenaline was flowing through my body and I was riding high as a kite on the stuff.

The snake wasn’t really the smartest sort of critter so as angry as it was it charged straight at me. I dodged out the way barely and felt a sting in my leg that hurt as bad as my arm did. I took my last seven shots and hit its underbelly before I drew out my small combat knife I kept in my boot and jumped on top of the snake. The crawl through the underbrush was like being whipped over and over with vines and leaves while slithering along the ground with my entire body screaming in pain and anger. I crawled up to the head and lodged my blade in its eye repeatedly while yelling like a mad man “YOU. OVER. SIZED. HAND. BAG. WHY. WON’T. YOU. DIE.” At last, the huge snake was dead and I rose with its blue blood smeared all over me.

As I looked down on my fallen prey I took my knife out with my hurting arm and I saw what the green spit was, acid. It was eating my skin away and I could not figure out how to stop it at that point so I hurried back through the cracked underbrush. I felt the pain bad in my arm now, my leg felt like nothing actually compared to the arm that had a thousand small needles stabbing at my flesh and peeling my skin like a banana. As I got to the van, I found myself a road flare and my machete and without hesitation, I cut off without any anesthetic so it hurt bad. My left arm fumbled for the flare and with a twist of the cap, it lit up with a phosphorous fire. I burned my flesh to disinfect my wound. It hurt like nothing else I have ever felt at any point in my time on the damned earth.
I got into the truck and closed the door only a few seconds before I passed out, this time my thoughts went not to the scaled woman but to another place in mega city north. Somewhere I had never been, the high end districts, where corporates are boss and you might as well just give them all your money, I saw a girl, not older than 18 climbing the outside of a skyscraper, her mask slightly covered in a mask. She was a thief, I don’t know how I knew but I did, it was almost animal instinct the way I knew in the back of my head. She didn’t notice how I observed her like the scaled woman did it. No, she worked like a machine, moving to the floor she wanted, carving a hole in the window with a small laser cutter and then entering the building. She searched high and low for something until she spewed out a loud “aha!” which probably would have been a bad idea but it didn’t seem to backfire at the moment. She had found a droid, an AI or artificial intelligence that is self-aware and “alive” in a way most of them have a prime objective and they sell for a lot of money in the right hands. This girl knew what she was going for, it was shaped like a small globe and as soon as she got it she put the sphere in a small cubic container and then she was gone. And by that I don’t mean “she was so quick that no one saw her leave” no she vanished in a puff of smoke.

When I woke, again, I looked down at my stump and sighed, “so... guess this means that I need to stick to using pistols for now” a small laugh slipped through my lips and evolved into a long hard laugh about my situation before I decided on getting back on the road again. Not wanting to take my chances with another huge ass snake I quickly got into the driver’s seat and clicked on the autopilot “computer, drive me to these coordinates” I punched in the coordinates for an old friend. One I had not seen in a long time, and it was about time to see him for a favor he owed me “coordinates accepted: starting engine” the truck roared to life as It started driving on its own onto the road and towards the mega city. I checked the glove compartments now that I had some time to think of something else and found a pack of cigarettes, a condom and some spare batteries “dear god who had this car before me, I swear some of those guys were just horny teenagers.” I threw the condom out the window, looked further in the back, and found a first aid kit, my wound wasn’t infected yet but I had to clean it, that much I knew.

Now I wasn’t a trained medic but all rookies learn in boot camp to tend to wounds for some capacity since a lot of our time in the army was In the jungle. That being said they never said how much it hurt to disinfect a wound at the size of mine. It stung almost as bad as the acid saliva that the snake had sprayed on me, it was like nothing I had ever felt before and I roared in pain before. I wrapped it in bandages “son of a whore that hurt like hell.” I looked out of the window and saw the large walls come into sight. I quickly cleaned up the wound on my leg and wrapped it up as well before entering the security gate.

The men at the gate were not regular army so they didn’t get much info. I knew I was very much on a time limit before I was branded as a deserter so I had to work quickly. I took the controls with one hand and drove to the checkpoint. A man my age was sitting behind the desk looking at my rather grim outlook “what in the seven hells happened to you. “ I looked at him with an empty gaze “my entire squad was wiped out, I need to get in so I can do a report of the wildlife in the area around camp Haven.” The guy didn’t even look twice at me, possibly because of the snake blood still on my body and my severed arm.

I continued into Mega City North’s lowest quarters, my home. I grew up in the slums like a scumbag; the army was my best chance for getting a better life, and well you heard how they were for the most part. I parked outside my old home and walked out the back with the bag over my good shoulder. I looked down the list of names and found my mom and dad’s address “Q. and C. Crown” I pushed open the door and went inside, I pressed the button to call the elevator. It rattled into place and I got inside along with a smelly fat bum, not something you see every day but I knew better than to call him out on it.

Once I stood in front of the door I had not seen in almost twelve years, it felt like I was staring at the gates of hell themselves and on the other side was demons of great power. I knocked on the door and waited, I could hear the chirping of my mom and a woman smaller than I remember opened the door a little. I think in all of my time in my army the high squeal of my mother was still the most painful thing “OH MY LORD, QUINCY ITS AIDEN.” the door almost was ripped off the hinges and the wind. The happy little woman stormed forward but halted as soon as she got a good look at me “good gods, Aiden, what happened to you.” I looked at her with an empty smile “hi mom, it’s been a while” I looked up and saw into the cold eyes of my veteran father Quincy Crown “good afternoon sir, I have been discharged due to injuries.” He just grunted at first and then nodded me inside and into his office before closing the door behind me “don’t bullshit me Aiden, I know you, you have never been that much a quitter.” He knew me too well, to many peoples disbelief my relationship with my dad is not as turbulent as normal veteran dads and their soldier sons “no sir, the truth is… The army has found that I have become a mutation.” My dad looked calm at this “so? You escaped?” I nodded silently like a child about to be scolded, “I see. Well I am proud of your service but you can’t stay here…” I looked at him then at the door out to where my mother was happily humming “I know sir, I just wanted to see you once more before I vanished from the grid” For the first time I saw what I just thought was sweat from the large muscular man but now I noticed his red eyes “sir… Dad… I know you will miss me. But I don’t want you to think of me a monster, remember the son that went into the army as a pure boy with dreams of serving his people.” I put a hand on my father’s shoulder and he embraced me in a hug, this surprised me. He had been a hard and stern father figure and never given me many hugs or encouraging words other than the ones he was taught from the army “I will remember you as you are now you idiot, you will always be my eldest son, no matter how fucked up you have become.” I felt the tears pressing on and hugged him back “I love you dad, I never wanted to subject you to this.” I let go of him and stood up and he did the same. We saluted each other like proper soldiers and opened the door “where are you going Aiden, I was about to make dinner for us.” I looked sadly at my mom “I’m sorry mom, but I need to be going. See you later” she looked at me sadly “you have always been a bad liar” I smiled back at her “I’m getting better at it.” I walked out the door and shut it behind me.
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Navn. : Gerath Mordheim
Alder : too old to count now
Evner/Classes. : trick hunter
Bosted : i am nowhere and everywhere
Tilhørende klan. : i belonged to a clan long gone, maybe it shall be revived for the sake of mankind
Partner. : i have no time for such foolish things
Slaver. : none
Evt. bemærkninger. : beware my blade for it is thursty
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IndlægEmne: Re: meet the mizfitz -kreativ historie-   10/1/2016, 22:27

Chapter 4: total makeover

I closed the door behind me and looked around on the street, it was quiet but then again it was four in the morning, I had checked this on my way out of my parents’ home. I moved cautiously nonetheless, I was not safe anywhere right now with the military the bounty on my head would probably out in the morning. My funds would have been blocked by the time the first broadcast was out so I had to move fast. I went to the nearest credit fund station and logged in with my fingerprint. I thanked whatever god that was up there for the slow mutant registration system. All in all I had 300.000 credits saved up for my pension, since I thought I wouldn’t need that anymore I transferred 50.000 to my parents through a savings account registered to my brother that we shared. I transferred the rest to a man I knew I could trust, Ozmondeus Chin, his mother was an oriental waitress and his father a businessman. When they got him his father didn’t acknowledge that Ozzy was his kid, so he and his mother had to live in our neighborhood as his mother was juggling jobs just to keep the money going around, my dad and mom was kind to them both and me and my brother was like the three musketeers with Ozzy. Nothing could separate us until the day that Ozzy didn’t make the military requirements.

Back then, we were blinded by the propaganda about mutants and the resistance cells being the root of all evil and stole candy from the little kidddies all over the world. Ozzy was always very unfit, although he was slim he never had any stamina or strength, while me and my brother was brought up on the tales of my father’s military stories and his harsh training. We always trained hard with what we could and both of us could shoot a rodent on 50 m distance before we could count to 100. Nonetheless, we all decided to take the test together and be the badasses our childhood selves had dreamed about, I think looking back Ozzy just wanted his father to accept him. Although it was sad to think about now, all we thought about back then was serving our patriotic duty. The test were spilt up in multiple parts, a written text to determine logic improvised thinking and basic intelligence, a training test of multiple parts testing stamina and strength both under harsh pressure, and a shooting test to check your aim. All of them had to be marked as passed before you could join the military. For my brother and me the hardest part was the logic test and my brother failed that one with 10 points, I only made the cut with five points, but Ozzy cleared it with a 90 out of 100, he always had the biggest brain of the three of us.

The problem came with the physical test. It was the next of the three, Ozzy, due to his scrawny build, and his poor stamina he had to be extracted by a medical team at the halfway point. At that point, I was ready to forfeit my test as well but he said this to me “no Aiden, if you make it you can live it for all of us.” Those words stuck to me during the rest of the test and all the way through boot camp.

I would let my life in Ozzy’s hands and he would do the same for me, I heard last time I was on leave from the army that he had fallen in with a bad crowd and owned a cyber implant place now, he did bootlegs and cheap installments for questionable individuals, but it was still Ozzy. He was my only hope so I packed up all of my things and drove to his shop.

As I entered a familiar smell of incents and tealeaves hit my nostrils, his mother always had incents lit and loved brewing traditional tea. Then I saw Ozzy, he had not grown much since last time I saw him. “I am sorry we are closed now, how did you even get in I locked the front door.” He had his backed turned to me and was fixing something “oh I’m sorry, but you really need to use another code than your old birthday man” by the way he froze I realized he recognized my voice “bite my foot and call me a hotdog if it isn’t mister sniper elite himself.” He laughed aloud and shuffled around his disk, he had gotten a lot heavier since I last saw him but I didn’t say anything. He first moved to hug me but then really took a look at me “holy shit brother, you look like a train wreck, what has happened to you out there.” I looked at him with small eyes “I’ll tell you if you let me use your bath first, serpent blood isn’t really comfortable after it starts to stiffen.”
As I got clean I took some of the clothes that he had laid out for me, he assured it was my size and I trusted him with it since his mother bought it. A red Hawaiian shirt with tribal markings, black cargo pants with plenty of pockets and a black trench coat with a hood on it. I put it on and it felt like it was made for me, the Hawaiian shirt was probably a joke since my father’s family was from the islands, it felt like having a piece of him with me and I liked the thought of that. I walked into the living room of the apartment and the small woman that was Ozzy’s mom sat at the table “hello Aiden, it has been a long time hasn’t it?” I looked and sat down at the table “it really has Ms. Chin” she smiled a warm smile that made my heart feel heavy. Ozzy joined us after 5 minutes of talking back and forth “so what the hell is wrong Aiden, are you in trouble?” I looked at them both “I have recently been kicked out of the military for showing signs of a mutation” I looked at Ozzy who had a stone face on “go on.” I explained the whole deal of me escaping, and saying goodbye to my parents. His face crackled at last into a sad face and his mother was on the verge of tears “I need a favor Ozzy” I took off the jacket to show my stump arm which still was fucked up beyond all belief “ I need you to make me a new arm, and a new car. I have poured all of my savings onto your account, and ill gi…” he held a hand up to silence me “I will take your money, and I will give you what you need but beyond that I will not accept any more of your things.” His face was set in an expressionless mode again before cracking a smile “’cause if I do you will probably say I ripped you off.” I laughed, it was the first time in what felt like forever and I smiled “let’s get going then shall we, your new arm awaits you.” I followed him to his workshop “so what are we talking, fashionable, practical” I looked at him with a smile “military” he smiled back with a knowing smile “I got you brother.” He turned on his holographic screen on and booted up a design program. I sat down in a chair and watched him create something amazing, his hands moved fast as he built a blueprint for my arm.

When he was finished, a machine put the whole thing together with incredible speed. I looked at the chromed arm and then at Ozzy “Ozzy, this is fucking beautiful…” he smiled at me and I noticed a few teeth missing “wait for the best part, he picked up a remote “test mode on, run demo.” It beeped and a blade shot forward form the underside “servo controlled blade with calibrated poison chamber if you want your opponent to suffer.” I looked closer as it slid back with a small click “also, a small caliber hidden gun” a small barrel, no larger than a 38. Popped out between the first and second and third and fourth knuckle, “and of course, this will be custom fitted with the hex interface and a black finish.” I looked at him with a smile “how about red instead.” He nodded and filled in a different code for the red paint.

When the last of the arm was taken care off I was shoved into an operating room “lie down, you will be out cold for like 3 hours.” I felt a bit uneasy but then agreed since no drugging probably meant that I would have to endure the pain. I felt the prick of the needle in my under arm and then went to dream land. My dream was normal at first, I was living on the base with my old bunkmates, but my brother and Ozzy was there as well, but then it turned sour in an instant when they all turned on me with their rifles and shot me. I felt nothing but fell anyways and my eyes went black for a minute before I found myself staring down upon me from above, looking at Ozzy working his magic and putting the arm on me, I grew bored of watching my arm being replaced so I went through the roof of the complex his shop was a part of. I wanted to see that reptilian woman again. As soon as I thought it my astral body moved through the air, I took mental notes of this as I flew into a mega complex, a building complex with a citizen count large enough to make a small city, the highest level, and there she was. a woman I actually found stunning, her body was wrapped in rags and she was chained to the wall like a slave along with other women. a fat blob sat in a large chair and enjoyed two women dancing naked, this brought my piss to a boil so hard that I zoomed back out of the mega complex and got its name “kings hive” I rushed back to my body from where he was.

I woke abruptly after the trip in a bed in the apartment and jumped to my feet, the arm felt so natural I didn’t realize it was there before I ripped the door open without twisting the handle and saw the surprised face of Ozzy “Kings hive, tell me what you know now.” Ozzy gave me a confused look “rumors have it that a guy named “big daddy” has taken over the complex from the previous gang boss.” He looked at me with worry in his look “why, planning something big?” I snarled like an animal “I am gonna make a visit to him, he has a woman that fascinates me” he looked even more confused but then the worry returned, “Don’t do anything stupid, he is insanely powerful.” I didn’t know why I acted like this, maybe because I made a promise to the chick to save her “get me the keys to my new truck, you can have the old one” I smiled at him “I will return after I visit him, promise on my mother’s grave” I smiled and drew a cross over my heart.
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Bosted : Lejlighed i L.A
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Slaver. : None
Evt. bemærkninger. : Can I Quote You on that one?
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IndlægEmne: Re: meet the mizfitz -kreativ historie-   26/6/2016, 21:55

@Mordheim ... Du kan da ikke lade os hænge her XD Vi vil have mere :D
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