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UnimportantHero
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Joined: 20 Feb 2007
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Deus City Fanfiction
No slash allowed! Unless it is Sawyer-Kropp slash... I mean, uh, no slash allowed!

Hey everyone.

So after finding out that I died and all of that I had to sort of justify it to myself. My way of doing this is writing my own fanfiction. Obviously nothing in fanfiction is ever canon so it is fun to sort of just write how I think my life post-WWIII would turn out and how it would end up where it did. When I am done I will release it to anyone interested in a PDF and here is the prologue if you like. :p

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PROLOGUE: THE MEANING IN THE PUDDLE

The unionist Bakunin once said that the first lesson a revolutionary needs to learn is that he is a doomed man. Well I may not be a man but I am definitely doomed, and in goddamned golden heels no less. I can already feel the blood pooling in my lungs. It is painful and it burns but it is not like I can complain, not with my throat crushed inward. Fortunately all my throat and lungs have to do is fail, just trying to blink away the tears is work enough without needing to worry about breathing. I wish that I could remember the rest of that Bakunin quote but instead all that I can remember in the moment is something that Guevara said during all that Cuban business so long ago. He said that, for any revolutionary, death is the reality and victory is the dream. Right now I hate Guevara for being so on the money.

I also hate him for having his own damned shirt.

The man with the ponytail is skulking about the print shop and I can hear his footsteps echoing off the concrete floors. I cannot really see what he is up to though I think he is perusing the posters. If I could talk I would say something clever but the pain is fading too quickly to be held on to and my mind is beginning to wander away from the print shop floor, even the slightest movement makes the room spin so quickly I may as well be blind and focusing on anything but my wandering thoughts is impossible. This must be how it feels to have shock set in. Ponytail is laughing and saying something about god and the machine but I stopped caring three minutes ago.

How did he find me?

I was supposed to have been meeting with Lexington about distributing some of our materials onto the database to help inspire the agents back in the past. I had not actually seen Lexington for a few months but he was always busy with something or another and I suppose the realization that he had put on a bit of weight while holed up in his office made sense to me at the time. Glass shatters as the bottles of beer I had acquired for our first conversation in months fall to the floor. Nothing made my day like those long and dramatic talks he and I had been having since the good old days before the war. Beer smell fills the room and mingles with the smell of pigment and paper and concrete, producing a scent that is metallic and tart and full of experience. To my bloodied but somehow hyperaware nose it smells like the past and I never do manage to realize that this is only delirium and all I can really smell is my own blood.

Other people should maybe write their own! Keep one another entertained! Eh? Eh? Good idea, right?

Posted: Mon Nov 26, 2007 4:53 am
Last edited by UnimportantHero on Mon Nov 26, 2007 5:03 pm; edited 1 time in total

konamouse
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Joined: 02 Dec 2002
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If you want people to read it, why did you SPOILER tag it? Can you untag it please?

Please save spoiler tag for puzzle solves.

[edit - thanks for unspoilering it - kona]

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Posted: Mon Nov 26, 2007 12:18 pm
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Ha ha. Oops! Force of habit!

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Posted: Mon Nov 26, 2007 5:02 pm

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