Well, looks like my life just got a LOT more interesting. And not in the good way. Things are starting to make a lot more sense now, and I really don't fucking like the sense they're trying to make.
I've been hauling ass for about a week now, way more than I have in a long time. It appears that whatever immunity or protection or whatever I had while working for the skinny fuck has now finally been broken. If I had to guess, I'd say turning down Fracture's offer is probably the cause. Must've been my last chance to play nice and join his side again.
I was set up in a park eating lunch and figuring out what the fuck to do next, pretty standard stuff for me, when the fucker showed up. Tall, dark, and faceless, watching me eat my lunch. Now, I've only seen the bastard once, from several blocks away. This time I could've reached out and touched him.
What I did next may not have been the smartest fucking move, but it was ridiculously fucking satisfying. I spat out the mouthful of sandwich I'd been chewing and hit him right in the face. He hadn't helped me, he didn't help the Boss, he didn't save Ronan, and we all worked for the bastard. I was perversely proud of finally getting a chance to 'tell' him how I felt. Fucking cocksucking son of a bitch.
And that was when he stopped just fucking staring. The first tentacle slapped me across the face, when I was reeling from that, the second picked me up into the air like something out of a bad fucking porno. That illusion ended when he threw me across the fucking park and started batting me around like a cat
I was pretty sure I was going to die, and for a minute I was pretty fucking happy with that. As I said before, I've been expecting to die for a while, and expecting it to be a relief. And then... something fucking changed. I was facing my own death, and I didn't want to die. So, of course, the best fucking thing to do was to do something even MORE suicidal. I pulled a knife and sliced at the tentacles throwing me about.
He threw me one more time, my head smacked against the pavement, and I passed out. When I woke up, my sandwich was soaked in black goo, I was covered in slenderburns, and had a horrible headache and a lot of bruises, but I was alive.
I want to live. I have to keep fighting the motherfucker that let down Ronan and the Boss.
:D Come join me in the 'still beat up from massve smackdown by tentacle man' club! There's probably cookies.
ReplyDeleteOh joy... I was afraid this might happen... should have... given you the wallet... with some money in it...
ReplyDeleteAt least you're alive... that's... something...
I get that a lot...
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ReplyDeleteStay alive Nat.
You're probably the only one left of us worth a damn.
I think this might have stopped being about survival for her.
ReplyDeleteThen what's the point? Avenging dead friends is all well and good, but as long as you survive you can keep them alive. A man isn't truly dead while his name is still spoken and all that shit.
ReplyDeleteSo Nat, don't kill yourself. That'd be a really fucking stupid way of dealing with your issues.
You're preaching to the choir over here. I'd sooner have seen her signed back up for proxy work.
ReplyDeleteI get the sense that her spite is too great, though.
Not to mention you'd have to be insane to become a proxy, even if you are a benevolent boss. I mean, you have your people call you the 'lord high master', you target people under immense pressure... You tried to sign her up for a scientology ripoff.
ReplyDeleteLord Guardian Fracture, thank you very much. The lord thing comes from Sloth. I think it makes him feel self important to be working for something he can refer to as a lord. The Guardian thing is a tease at the deadest of dead runner titles.
ReplyDeleteThere may yet be a new wave of sages but there will never be another true guardian. Its not a role anyone can truly fill. Not anymore.
You can't name yourself after all, that would just be Cad.
Second, she was a proxy. A damn good proxy. She had a bad temper and a foul attitude, but she was damn good at what she does.
And I go after people under immense pressure? She was just wandering around on her own when I made my offer. No pressure. David had left the agency and was just kind of wandering best I could tell when I made my offer for him. And almost no one is stupid enough chase after David. I don't think anyone even knew he had left when I posted that I had made that offer to him. He was living it easy.
Sure she has pressure now but Father's wrath was not something we threatened her with. Not like I could threaten her with that anyways. He does as he pleases.
Finally, Scientology? Pfffft. Puh-leaze. I've met my god. And I invite anyone who wants to to do the same. I won't even charge you to see him since I'm such a nice guy.
I'm beginning to think you might not like me.
ReplyDeleteNah, you think?
ReplyDeleteYou're right. That would be crazy. I don't know what I was thinking.
ReplyDelete@Nat: Just remember; there are a shitload of people who want to tear the entire structure down to the ground, burn it, then piss on the ashes. You'd probably do better with a group, or at least sharing what you know.
ReplyDelete@Fracture: I doubt you're gonna convince her, or anyone else of anything. Everyone wants freedom, and lets face it; the deal you're offering is mind-rape and eventual death. Don't try to pretty it up. Just Frac off.
Much as I hate the guy, Phil has a point. The life expectancy can't be as high as mundanes. The mind-rape happened to me, and it was far from my last resort. And the entire free market is a fucking sham. You are a distribution centre that artificially limits what you distribute. Why? Why not give all the proxies flamethrowers and let them go hog-wild? I have to say, if you are part of the centralisation of proxies, you're doing a pretty shitty job. Otherwise there'd be no runners you didn't want to live. Try again. Better.
DeleteIn my experience, it all depends on your boss. I know my old division had a pretty good survival rate, in spite of Writer's fuckery.
DeleteOther divisions you'd be lucky to last a month.
My odds are just fine on my own and that's how I'm gonna keep it.
Why hell would anyone give all the proxies flame throwers? Why don't I just nuke the moon and bring it crashing down on the continent with the most runners on it while I'm at it.
DeleteThis isn't a 'be an evil asshole' competition. Killing runners isn't the point. Fathers will is the point.
What you're saying doesn't make any sense. Sounds like you're just killing people. I don't see how me or how well armed the proxies are have to do with anything.
DeleteWhen proxies are well armed, they're harder to kill. It's not complicated. If they're harder to kill, they're more likely to complete their mission, unless it was to die. It's rather simple.
DeleteYeah, I'm not a charity. If they want something, they can earn it.
DeleteYou're part of the same organisation. Your JOB is to make sure they can do their job. Not to push your own ideason them. You aren't a charity, you ARE in charge of supplies. And if the proxies don't get the supplies they need, it's YOUR fault.
DeleteI am part of MY organization. My job is to make sure proxies that have no organization can have a means of taking care of themselves, not be be their babysitters. And those are MY supplies. If they don't want my help or if they don't want to take jobs from me or can't afford when I'm selling, that's THEIR problem.
DeleteIf you want free firearms, I hear the Russian proxies have machine guns. Have fun comrade.
Once again, the prick misapplying capitalist theory misses the point! Amazing!
DeleteAnd what is this point? You sure as fuck are the same organisation. You all have a common leader, a common aim, common methods, fuck, you wear the same 'uniform'. And so all this squaring off against each other? Economically and violently screwing over other proxies? It's amusing, but you're letting your side down. That's why runners tend to kill more than one proxy apiece (assuming access to the runner community over the Internet). Because they have free access to the help other runners can give them, to the advice and experience and knowledge. You don't fight an individual runner, you fight all the runners who gave them advice. And on the other side we have the proxies. You should be a group, a massed force capable of everything such a group would've. Heavily armed, in constant communication, attacking in numbers against individuals and scouting groups for weakness to destroy them. You could be inspirational. Instead, you fight each other, withhold information and equipment, cut yourselves up into your little cliques. And so you fail more often than you succeed.
Once more. That assumes that the purpose of being a proxy is to mindlessly kill. If all the runners needed to be dead, they would all be dead. Father would kill them. This post is a good example of him not doing that.
DeleteAll your world is a stage. All your life is his game.
The point isn't to kill. Its to serve. You'll die when hes done with you.
Then why are proxie existent? More to the point, why does he have proxies do his works? The answer? Because he isn't omnipotent. Close, burnout all the way. He needs proxies to do the job. And a highly coordinated, well equipped group of proxies would do a better job than the current lot unless the aim was destruction of the proxies. Therefore limited equipment isn't conducive to his works being completed efficiently. Therefore your egotism is getting into the way of your masters works. Simple logic. And if an assumption is wrong, let me know!
DeleteWhy would I tell you if any of your assumptions are wrong? That would spoil the surprise.
DeleteBecause otherwise there's no point to this? An information assymetry means more arguments on both sides are invalid, and thus more of this conversation is simple 'filler'.
DeleteAlso, your comment has already ruined the surprise. There's information that may endanger me. This information is kbowb to at least one proxy. Therefor other proxies may know, so I'm going to have to sharpen my knives and take one if you alive.
Have fun killing someone and pretending I had anything to do with it.
DeleteDon't worry. I will.
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