Hello girls! I’ve heard some rumors about young ladies in this particular house sniffing their nail-polish remover. I have been told that it gives you a buzz and a light dizzy feeling, as if you were taking a real drug. This is extremely concerning since: One: It’s extremely dangerous. Two: You’re in college and should be smart enough to realize how stupid this idea is. And Three: Your old enough that you can at least obtain a substance that is a bit higher in class.
We understand that you enjoy it and that this high is readily available. Yet, that is no excuse to do it and there is no way we can condone you using these products in this way. You need those materials for your nails and not to melt your brain. Don’t you realize that doing this can kill you? Acetone is toxic and one of the main ingredients in nail-polish remover, this chemical can kill you. It is also a chemical found in cigarettes and can cause cancer. And I doubt any of you young ladies would appreciate having a mastectomy.
One of the most troubling problems with this is your intelligence level. Some of the dangers of acetone are covered in sophomore health, during high school, when you are studying the dangers of cigarettes. The fact that none of you knew this, or that you all decided to disregard the information about acetone is an unwise choice. And if we find that any of you are sniffing this chemical, then we have to expel you partially because you obviously have the IQ of a toad. In fact if this habit continues, you may end up looking like one.
My last reason clearly explains itself, but I will elucidate for your apparently below average minds. You girls are old enough that you should have: One: Higher standards and standing than to sniff nail-polish remover. Two: At least have better connections, by now, to obtain higher quality and classier substances (not that we are promoting it, but it’s really just pathetic). And Three: Have better sense and tactfulness than let us find out about your recklessness.
So, the moral of the story, girls, is that sniffing nail-polish remover is a dangerous, brainless and pathetic decission. You will be expelled if we find out that you have done anything of the sort and if this continues we may have to ban the possession of nail-polish remover all together. Have a wonderful day, and please keep out of the chemicals.
Sunday, May 4, 2008
Sunday, April 27, 2008
DANGER! For a sorority #2
Hello girls! I’ve heard some rumors about young ladies, in this particular house, sniffing their nail-polish remover. I have been told that it gives you a buzz and a light dizzy feeling, as if you were taking a real drug. This is extremely concerning since: One: It’s extremely dangerous. Two: You’re in college and should be smart enough to realize how stupid this idea is. And Three: Your old enough that you can at least obtain a substance that is a bit higher in class.
We understand that you enjoy it and that this high is readily available. Yet, that is no excuse to do it, and there is no way we can condone you using these products in this way. You need those materials for your nails and not to melt your brain. Don’t you realize that doing this can kill you? Acetone, a main ingredient in nail-polish remover, is toxic and can poison you. It is also a chemical found in cigarettes and can cause cancer. And I doubt any of you young ladies would appreciate having a mastectomy.
One of the most troubling problems with this is your intelligence level. Some of the dangers of acetone are covered in high school health, when you are a sophomore, and are studying the dangers of cigarettes. The fact that none of you knew this, or that you all decided to disregard the information about acetone is just down right dumb. And if we find that any of you are sniffing this chemical, then we have to expel you partially because you obviously have the IQ of a toad. In fact if this habit continues, you may end up looking like one.
My last reason clearly explains itself, but I will elucidate for your apparently puny minds. You girls are old enough that you should have: One: Higher standards and class than to sniff nail-polish remover. Two: At least have better connections, by now, to obtain higher quality and classier substances (not that we are promoting it, but it’s really just pathetic). And Three: Have better sense and tactfulness than let us find out about your stupidity.
So, the moral of the story, girls, is that sniffing nail-polish remover is dangerous, stupid and pathetic. You will be expelled if we find out that you have done anything of the sort and if this continues we may have to ban the possession of nail-polish remover all together. Have a wonderful day, and please keep out of the chemicals.
We understand that you enjoy it and that this high is readily available. Yet, that is no excuse to do it, and there is no way we can condone you using these products in this way. You need those materials for your nails and not to melt your brain. Don’t you realize that doing this can kill you? Acetone, a main ingredient in nail-polish remover, is toxic and can poison you. It is also a chemical found in cigarettes and can cause cancer. And I doubt any of you young ladies would appreciate having a mastectomy.
One of the most troubling problems with this is your intelligence level. Some of the dangers of acetone are covered in high school health, when you are a sophomore, and are studying the dangers of cigarettes. The fact that none of you knew this, or that you all decided to disregard the information about acetone is just down right dumb. And if we find that any of you are sniffing this chemical, then we have to expel you partially because you obviously have the IQ of a toad. In fact if this habit continues, you may end up looking like one.
My last reason clearly explains itself, but I will elucidate for your apparently puny minds. You girls are old enough that you should have: One: Higher standards and class than to sniff nail-polish remover. Two: At least have better connections, by now, to obtain higher quality and classier substances (not that we are promoting it, but it’s really just pathetic). And Three: Have better sense and tactfulness than let us find out about your stupidity.
So, the moral of the story, girls, is that sniffing nail-polish remover is dangerous, stupid and pathetic. You will be expelled if we find out that you have done anything of the sort and if this continues we may have to ban the possession of nail-polish remover all together. Have a wonderful day, and please keep out of the chemicals.
Monday, April 21, 2008
DANGER! For a sorority .
Hello girls! I’ve heard some rumors about young ladies, in this particular house, sniffing their nail-polish remover. As I understand, it gives you a buzz and a light dizzy feeling, as if you were taking a real drug. This is extremely concerning since: One: It’s extremely dangerous. Two: You’re in college and should be smart enough to realize how stupid this idea is. And Three: Your old enough that you can at least obtain a substance that is a bit higher in class.
We understand that you enjoy it and that it is a high that is readily available. Yet, that is no excuse to do it. You need those materials for your nails and not to melt your brain. Don’t you realize that doing this can kill you? Acetone, a main ingredient in nail-polish remover, is toxic and can poison you. It is also a chemical found in cigarettes and can cause cancer. And I doubt any of you young ladies would appreciate having a mastectomy.
One of the most troubling problems with this is your intelligence level. Some of the dangers of acetone are covered in high school health, when you are a sophomore, and are studying the dangers of cigarettes. The fact that none of you knew this or that you all decided to disregard the information about acetone is just down right dumb. And if we find that any of you are sniffing this chemical, then we have to expel you partially because you obviously have the IQ of a toad. In fact if this habit continues, you may end up looking like one.
My last reason clearly explains itself, but I will elucidate for your apparently puny minds. You girls are old enough that you should have: One: Higher standards and class than to sniff nail-polish remover. Two: At least have better connections, by now, better and classier substances (not that we are promoting it, but it’s really just pathetic). And Three: Have better sense and tactfulness than let us find out about your stupidity.
So, the moral of the story, girls, is that sniffing nail-polish remover is dangerous, stupid and pathetic. You will be expelled if we find out that you have done anything of the sort. Have a wonderful day, and please keep out of the chemicals.
We understand that you enjoy it and that it is a high that is readily available. Yet, that is no excuse to do it. You need those materials for your nails and not to melt your brain. Don’t you realize that doing this can kill you? Acetone, a main ingredient in nail-polish remover, is toxic and can poison you. It is also a chemical found in cigarettes and can cause cancer. And I doubt any of you young ladies would appreciate having a mastectomy.
One of the most troubling problems with this is your intelligence level. Some of the dangers of acetone are covered in high school health, when you are a sophomore, and are studying the dangers of cigarettes. The fact that none of you knew this or that you all decided to disregard the information about acetone is just down right dumb. And if we find that any of you are sniffing this chemical, then we have to expel you partially because you obviously have the IQ of a toad. In fact if this habit continues, you may end up looking like one.
My last reason clearly explains itself, but I will elucidate for your apparently puny minds. You girls are old enough that you should have: One: Higher standards and class than to sniff nail-polish remover. Two: At least have better connections, by now, better and classier substances (not that we are promoting it, but it’s really just pathetic). And Three: Have better sense and tactfulness than let us find out about your stupidity.
So, the moral of the story, girls, is that sniffing nail-polish remover is dangerous, stupid and pathetic. You will be expelled if we find out that you have done anything of the sort. Have a wonderful day, and please keep out of the chemicals.
Sunday, March 30, 2008
writing draft #3- picture story!
I twiddle my thumbs, I'm here for a reason I don't care for, in-laws. I do have to make a good impression, even though he, my husband Robert, knows I don't like them, but taking the risk of tarnishing his reputation isn't an option. He is trying so hard to win the support of the country, gain they're trust and tell them that family is one of the most important things we have in this world (and that this country is a family "we take care of our own and help friends"). I'm his at home proof, the one who has to prove his point, he's moving us closer to the people who hate me for taking him away, the people I loath for disliking me for something I couldn't control. Politics stole him not me, he didn't really marry me, but lady liberty, government and rhetoric stole his heart long before he even set eyes on me. Truly he is a Mormon, married to two, but pours his life into one. I'm just his little loved helper; I've come to call myself. They don't understand, correction she doesn't understand. His mother, Anne, has had it in for me since the day she met me, we were wrapped up into each other, blind to the world, his loves: politics and me consumed his life. She couldn't blame what she always supported, so I became the scapegoat. His father, Pete, one of the nicest people I've ever met, understood that a woman would steal his son’s heart away some day and was prepared for it. He was ready when two women took him and he was always okay with it, he tried to sooth Anne, but Pete was never fully able to accomplish it, God bless his soul. The plane is now landing. Will I smile just right? Can I convincingly hold her in strong embrace, as if I mean it? We'll see if my shabby high school acting repertoire can hold up to the test.
She arrives today, the woman who stole my son, took him away. And what she doesn't know is, I am grateful. Not that he's gone, but that he found her, someone to hold that cares for him as much, if not more, as he does for her. She was a gift from heaven, and I asked him to make her move, I masked it as a political ploy, but the truth is I have always been hard on her. It was my job, she in my daughter-in-law and needed to understand I love my baby and she can't break the bonds between us. I talked to Pete; I know I went a little far, saying things I didn't mean, giving unnecessary looks. It was all a game all to say, I love him don't take him too far or break his heart, that's the message I wanted to get across. The point has been made he has gone to accomplish his goals, pursue his other love, so the time has come for peace. No truce, or cease-fire, but long lasting peace. A relationship where she understands I do love her and don't blame her now. For a while I did, I hated her, but the truth I realized is: I didn't hate her, I hated his job. It took him away from the both of us, but my job is to set him free not to bind him. The car pulls up to the plane I see the steps fall down; it's time to bear the olive branch.
They both get out of their means of transportation; one thinks she's headed for her doom the other thinks she is going to make a new peace. Yet, both know what ever is to come will be a struggle.
“Just hug her for the camera, make it convincing, it has to seem as if we love each other. I'll do my part if she does hers."
"There she is my only daughter, if she only knew. I want to hug her tight and let her know I'm sorry, and that she passed the test. Look to the camera make sure you can see it's real so my baby can see mama is telling the truth when she says she appreciates your wife and wont torture her."
"Was it real she held me and smiled like she was really happy. Like I was a real relative, a real person that she missed, has her mind changed?"
"She was fake, I could feel it and she did her best to look convincing, I know. She doesn't want the people going against Robert and that just makes me like her more. Yet, I have more work ahead of me than I realized, and I may have to pull out my thick skin and keep my heart extra warm."
She arrives today, the woman who stole my son, took him away. And what she doesn't know is, I am grateful. Not that he's gone, but that he found her, someone to hold that cares for him as much, if not more, as he does for her. She was a gift from heaven, and I asked him to make her move, I masked it as a political ploy, but the truth is I have always been hard on her. It was my job, she in my daughter-in-law and needed to understand I love my baby and she can't break the bonds between us. I talked to Pete; I know I went a little far, saying things I didn't mean, giving unnecessary looks. It was all a game all to say, I love him don't take him too far or break his heart, that's the message I wanted to get across. The point has been made he has gone to accomplish his goals, pursue his other love, so the time has come for peace. No truce, or cease-fire, but long lasting peace. A relationship where she understands I do love her and don't blame her now. For a while I did, I hated her, but the truth I realized is: I didn't hate her, I hated his job. It took him away from the both of us, but my job is to set him free not to bind him. The car pulls up to the plane I see the steps fall down; it's time to bear the olive branch.
They both get out of their means of transportation; one thinks she's headed for her doom the other thinks she is going to make a new peace. Yet, both know what ever is to come will be a struggle.
“Just hug her for the camera, make it convincing, it has to seem as if we love each other. I'll do my part if she does hers."
"There she is my only daughter, if she only knew. I want to hug her tight and let her know I'm sorry, and that she passed the test. Look to the camera make sure you can see it's real so my baby can see mama is telling the truth when she says she appreciates your wife and wont torture her."
"Was it real she held me and smiled like she was really happy. Like I was a real relative, a real person that she missed, has her mind changed?"
"She was fake, I could feel it and she did her best to look convincing, I know. She doesn't want the people going against Robert and that just makes me like her more. Yet, I have more work ahead of me than I realized, and I may have to pull out my thick skin and keep my heart extra warm."
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
Writing draft #2- picture story!
I twiddle my thumbs, I'm here for a reason I don't care for, in-laws. I do have to make a good impression, even though he, my husband Robert, knows I don't like them, but taking the risk of tarnishing his reputation isn't an option. He is trying so hard to win the support of the country, gain they're trust and tell them that family is one of the most important things we have in this world (and that this country is a family "we take care of our own and help friends"). I'm his at home proof, the one who has to prove his point, he's moving us closer to the people who hate me for taking him away, the people I loath for disliking me for something I couldn't control. Politics stole him not me, he didn't really marry me, but lady liberty, government and rhetoric stole his heart long before he even set eyes on me. Truly he is a Mormon, married to two, but pours his life into one. I'm just his little loved helper; I've come to call myself. They don't understand, correction she doesn't understand. His mother, Anne, has had it in for me the day she met me, we were wrapped up into each other, blind to the world, his loves: politics and me consumed his life. She couldn't blame what she always supported, so I became the scapegoat. His father, Pete, one of the nicest people I've ever met, understood that a woman would steal his son’s heart away some day and was prepared for it. He was ready when two women took him and he was always okay with it, he tried to sooth Anne (my husbands mother) but Pete was never fully able to accomplish it, God bless his soul. The plane is now landing, will I smile just right? Can I convincingly hold her in strong embrace, as if I mean it? We'll see if my shabby high school acting repertoire can hold up to the test.
She arrives today, the woman who stole my son, took him away. And what she doesn't know is I am grateful. Not that he's gone, but that he found her, someone to hold that cares for him as much, if not more, as he does for her. She was a gift from heaven, and I asked him to make her move, I masked it as a political ploy, but the truth is I have always been hard on her. It was my job, she in my daughter-in-law and needed to understand I love my baby and she can't break the bonds between us. I talked to Pete; I know I went a little far, saying things I didn't mean, giving unnecessary looks. It was all a game all to say, I love him don't take him too far or break his heart, that's the message I wanted to get across. The point has been made he has gone to accomplish his goals, pursue his other love, so the time has come for peace. No truce, or cease-fire, but long lasting peace. A relationship where she understands I do love her and don't blame her now. For a while I did, I hated her, but the truth I realized is: I didn't hate her, I hated his job. It took him away from the both of us, but my job is to set him free not to bind him. The car pulls up to the plane I see the steps fall down; it's time to bear the olive branch.
They both get out of their means of transportation; one thinks she's headed for her doom the other thinks she is going to make a new peace. Yet, both know what ever is to come will be a struggle
“Just hug her for the camera, make it convincing, it has to seem as if we love each other. I'll do my part if she does hers."
"There she is my only daughter, if she only knew. I want to hug her tight and let her know I'm sorry, and that she passed the test. Look to the camera make sure you can see it's real so my baby can see mama is telling the truth when she says she appreciates your wife and wont torture her."
"Was it real she held me and smiled like she was really happy. Like I was a real relative, a real person that she missed, has her mind changed?"
"She was fake, I could feel it and she did her best to look convincing, I know. She doesn't want the people going against Robert and that just makes me like her more. Yet, I have more work ahead of me than I realized, and I may have to pull out my thick skin and keep my heart extra warm."
She arrives today, the woman who stole my son, took him away. And what she doesn't know is I am grateful. Not that he's gone, but that he found her, someone to hold that cares for him as much, if not more, as he does for her. She was a gift from heaven, and I asked him to make her move, I masked it as a political ploy, but the truth is I have always been hard on her. It was my job, she in my daughter-in-law and needed to understand I love my baby and she can't break the bonds between us. I talked to Pete; I know I went a little far, saying things I didn't mean, giving unnecessary looks. It was all a game all to say, I love him don't take him too far or break his heart, that's the message I wanted to get across. The point has been made he has gone to accomplish his goals, pursue his other love, so the time has come for peace. No truce, or cease-fire, but long lasting peace. A relationship where she understands I do love her and don't blame her now. For a while I did, I hated her, but the truth I realized is: I didn't hate her, I hated his job. It took him away from the both of us, but my job is to set him free not to bind him. The car pulls up to the plane I see the steps fall down; it's time to bear the olive branch.
They both get out of their means of transportation; one thinks she's headed for her doom the other thinks she is going to make a new peace. Yet, both know what ever is to come will be a struggle
“Just hug her for the camera, make it convincing, it has to seem as if we love each other. I'll do my part if she does hers."
"There she is my only daughter, if she only knew. I want to hug her tight and let her know I'm sorry, and that she passed the test. Look to the camera make sure you can see it's real so my baby can see mama is telling the truth when she says she appreciates your wife and wont torture her."
"Was it real she held me and smiled like she was really happy. Like I was a real relative, a real person that she missed, has her mind changed?"
"She was fake, I could feel it and she did her best to look convincing, I know. She doesn't want the people going against Robert and that just makes me like her more. Yet, I have more work ahead of me than I realized, and I may have to pull out my thick skin and keep my heart extra warm."
Monday, March 17, 2008
Picture writing assignment draft#1
Twiddling my thumbs I'm here for a reason I don't care for, in-laws. I have to make a good impression, he knows I don't like them, but taking the risk of tarnishing his reputation isn't an option. He, my husband, is trying so hard to win the support of the country gain they're trust and tell them that family is one of the most important things we have in this world (and that this country is a family "we take care of our own and help friends"). I'm his at home proof, the one who has to prove his point, he's moving us closer to the people who hate me for taking him away, the people I loath for disliking me for something I couldn't control. Politics stole him not me, he didn't really marry me, but lady liberty, government and rhetoric stole his heart long before he even set eyes on me. Truly he is a mormon, married to two, but poors his life into one, I'm just his little loved helper, I've come to call myself. They don't understand, correction she doesn't understand. His mother has had it in for me the day she met me, we were wrapped up into each other blind to the world, his loves: politics and me consumed his life. She couldn't blame what she always supported, so I became the scapegoat. His father, one of the nicest people I've ever met, understood that a woman would steal his sons heart away some day and was prepared for it. He was ready when two woman took him and he was always okay with it, he tried to sooth Anne (my husbands mother) but Pete (his father) was never fully able to accomplish it, God bless his soul. The plane is now landing, will I smile just right? Can I convincingly hold her in embrace, as if I mean it? We'll see if my shabby highschool acting repetour can hold up to the test.
She arrives today, the woman who stole my son, took him away. And what she doesn't know is I am greatful. Not that he's gone, but that he found her, someone to hold that cares for him as much, if not more, as he does for her. She was a gift from heaven, and I asked him to make her move, I masked it as a political ploy, but the truth is I have always been hard on her. It was my job, she in my daughter-in-law and needed to understand I love my baby and she can't break the bonds between us. I talked to Pete, I know I went a little far, saying things I didn't mean, giving unnecessary looks. It was all a game all to say, I love love him don't take him too far or break his heart, that's the message I wanted to get across. The point has been made he has gone to accomplish his goals, pursue his other love, so the time has come for peace. No truce, or cease fire, but long lasting peace. A relationship where she understand I do love her and don't blame her now. For a while I did, I hated her, but the truth is I didn't really, I hated his job. It took him away from the both of us, but my job is to set him free not to bind him. The car pulls up to the plane I see the steps fall down it's time to bear the olive branch.
They both get out of their means of transportation, one thinks she's headed for her doom the other thinks she is going to make a new peace. Yet, both know what ever is to come will be a struggle Sarah:"Just hug her for the camera, make it convincing, it has to seem as if we love each other. I'll do my part if she does hers." Anne: "There she is my only daughter, if she only knew. I want to hug her tight and let her know I'm sorry, and that she passed the test. Look to the camera make sure you can see it's real so my baby can see mama is telling the truth when she says she appreciates your wife and wont torture her."
Sarah: "Was it real she held me and smiled like she was really happy. Like a was a real relative, a real person that she missed, has her mind changed?"
Anne: "She was fake, I could feel it and she did her best to look convincing I know. She doesn't want the people going against Robert [Anne's son] and that just makes me like her more. Yet, I have more work ahead of me than I realized, and I may have to pull out my thick skin and keep my heart extra warm."
She arrives today, the woman who stole my son, took him away. And what she doesn't know is I am greatful. Not that he's gone, but that he found her, someone to hold that cares for him as much, if not more, as he does for her. She was a gift from heaven, and I asked him to make her move, I masked it as a political ploy, but the truth is I have always been hard on her. It was my job, she in my daughter-in-law and needed to understand I love my baby and she can't break the bonds between us. I talked to Pete, I know I went a little far, saying things I didn't mean, giving unnecessary looks. It was all a game all to say, I love love him don't take him too far or break his heart, that's the message I wanted to get across. The point has been made he has gone to accomplish his goals, pursue his other love, so the time has come for peace. No truce, or cease fire, but long lasting peace. A relationship where she understand I do love her and don't blame her now. For a while I did, I hated her, but the truth is I didn't really, I hated his job. It took him away from the both of us, but my job is to set him free not to bind him. The car pulls up to the plane I see the steps fall down it's time to bear the olive branch.
They both get out of their means of transportation, one thinks she's headed for her doom the other thinks she is going to make a new peace. Yet, both know what ever is to come will be a struggle Sarah:"Just hug her for the camera, make it convincing, it has to seem as if we love each other. I'll do my part if she does hers." Anne: "There she is my only daughter, if she only knew. I want to hug her tight and let her know I'm sorry, and that she passed the test. Look to the camera make sure you can see it's real so my baby can see mama is telling the truth when she says she appreciates your wife and wont torture her."
Sarah: "Was it real she held me and smiled like she was really happy. Like a was a real relative, a real person that she missed, has her mind changed?"
Anne: "She was fake, I could feel it and she did her best to look convincing I know. She doesn't want the people going against Robert [Anne's son] and that just makes me like her more. Yet, I have more work ahead of me than I realized, and I may have to pull out my thick skin and keep my heart extra warm."
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Adventure Draft #2
A virus was released ten years ago, they thought it was the flu, just a more aggressive strand. They were wrong. It was a highly contagious virus now known as the storm. When the vaccine went through trials, no symptoms showed until it was too late. The shot was released early to the public, before it was ready. So once people went to get their vaccine, instead preventing the virus the vaccine caused it. The participants of the virus didn't realize that this virus remains hidden for two months, meanwhile only revealing flu like symptoms. Yet, really your body is undergoing complete transformation the infected become stronger, can withstand extreme temperatures, your eyesight is poor, and your cells can regenerate at an unheard of speed. Yet, you are no longer classified as human, your life expectancy is short (because of the disease), and once you die your body becomes a walking blood thirsty pathogen.
Storm, formally stormaclorosis, infected nearly half of the population of industrialized countries, their own industrialization was their downfall. The government didn't try to find a cure they kept the public scared in order to gain more power. And eventually mass exterminations of the infected began; I took part in it. For three years I exterminated all of the infected. People wore masks as everyday apparel and I worked to keep them "healthy". Some of the few storm victims who survived went under ground and formed plans to fight back, making a massive army. Mallerix, the company who created the vaccine which infected millions was shut down and became the center of the resistance. The government tried to round up all that led the resistance, but failed. The public eventually believed that the infected had disappeared after a few years, and I did too. That is until a full fledged attack was committed on the capital. The president was killed and I was infected trying to defend him. Left and taken by the humans, I was tested in a medical facility. Many times I was burnt to death and resuscitated only to be the exact same when I woke up, no scars. I could no longer stand it, escaped and joined the resistance. Truly we are just people looking for justice and a cure. We are just like you, but stronger and pissed. Yet, the government has called us terrorists, zombies, but we are more commonly known as the storm squad.
"Strobe are you sure you're ready?" Charles said to me through the ear piece.
"Of course, besides do I really have a choice," I replied
"No," Charlie stated. "So don't fuck this up."
I revved my bike and sped down the highway. I have but one chance to get the cure, it isn't going to be easy though. I was headed for the heart of the beast to get a weapon. This weapon was designed to kill me, but it could also be the answers to all of my problems. No longer having to fight, it sounds unreal. I got to the side of the facility where all weapons are created. I slowly climbed up the rocky wall to the roof. The rocks were supposed to disguise the building, but all it did was make it easier to infiltrate. Standing on the top I removed a small rock so that I could pear through their glass ceiling. All I needed was to see it, to confirm where it was and then the job would be easy. The weapon the are creating is crystallized storm exterminators cells that would kill my kind on contact, they planned to put these crystals in guns, so that we are easier to get rid of. They have finally succeeded, but only one crystal has been made and it is also the answer to the cure.
I see it. A blue transparent crystal. A scientist is carrying it to a safe to protect it, he wont get there. I quickly secure my bungee to a stable rock, break the glass, break the glass above him, pull out my gun and propel down. I shoot him in the head. Yet, as I reach to catch the crystal it is just beyond my grasp and falls on top of his dead body. I unhook myself and land on the floor of the lab. All in the room are quickly armed. I kick one of the metal tables through a group of guards. They are flow against the wall and their skulls crack open. I hide behind a large instrument and they continue to fire. The crystal is in the middle of the battle field. I lift up the large instrument and throw a direct hit at the shooters who have the best aim, they shouldn't have formed a group. Natural instinct, stupid. This manages to distract them, I run across the room, grab the crystal, and take cover behind and unsuspecting man, surprised he panics. I break his neck. Two are left and I know more are on their way, I have to get out quickly. yet, the two that remain are persistent, they're using minorly tested equipment and it's difficult to respond to electrical charges and poison bullets. They continue to fire while I've found shelter behind a metal counter. I make sure the crystal is safe, they stop to reload and I run out and shoot both of them in the head. And walk out, they were lousie shots. My bike is waiting for me.
"S do you have it?" Charlie said over my ear piece.
"Affirmative," I replied victorious.
Storm, formally stormaclorosis, infected nearly half of the population of industrialized countries, their own industrialization was their downfall. The government didn't try to find a cure they kept the public scared in order to gain more power. And eventually mass exterminations of the infected began; I took part in it. For three years I exterminated all of the infected. People wore masks as everyday apparel and I worked to keep them "healthy". Some of the few storm victims who survived went under ground and formed plans to fight back, making a massive army. Mallerix, the company who created the vaccine which infected millions was shut down and became the center of the resistance. The government tried to round up all that led the resistance, but failed. The public eventually believed that the infected had disappeared after a few years, and I did too. That is until a full fledged attack was committed on the capital. The president was killed and I was infected trying to defend him. Left and taken by the humans, I was tested in a medical facility. Many times I was burnt to death and resuscitated only to be the exact same when I woke up, no scars. I could no longer stand it, escaped and joined the resistance. Truly we are just people looking for justice and a cure. We are just like you, but stronger and pissed. Yet, the government has called us terrorists, zombies, but we are more commonly known as the storm squad.
"Strobe are you sure you're ready?" Charles said to me through the ear piece.
"Of course, besides do I really have a choice," I replied
"No," Charlie stated. "So don't fuck this up."
I revved my bike and sped down the highway. I have but one chance to get the cure, it isn't going to be easy though. I was headed for the heart of the beast to get a weapon. This weapon was designed to kill me, but it could also be the answers to all of my problems. No longer having to fight, it sounds unreal. I got to the side of the facility where all weapons are created. I slowly climbed up the rocky wall to the roof. The rocks were supposed to disguise the building, but all it did was make it easier to infiltrate. Standing on the top I removed a small rock so that I could pear through their glass ceiling. All I needed was to see it, to confirm where it was and then the job would be easy. The weapon the are creating is crystallized storm exterminators cells that would kill my kind on contact, they planned to put these crystals in guns, so that we are easier to get rid of. They have finally succeeded, but only one crystal has been made and it is also the answer to the cure.
I see it. A blue transparent crystal. A scientist is carrying it to a safe to protect it, he wont get there. I quickly secure my bungee to a stable rock, break the glass, break the glass above him, pull out my gun and propel down. I shoot him in the head. Yet, as I reach to catch the crystal it is just beyond my grasp and falls on top of his dead body. I unhook myself and land on the floor of the lab. All in the room are quickly armed. I kick one of the metal tables through a group of guards. They are flow against the wall and their skulls crack open. I hide behind a large instrument and they continue to fire. The crystal is in the middle of the battle field. I lift up the large instrument and throw a direct hit at the shooters who have the best aim, they shouldn't have formed a group. Natural instinct, stupid. This manages to distract them, I run across the room, grab the crystal, and take cover behind and unsuspecting man, surprised he panics. I break his neck. Two are left and I know more are on their way, I have to get out quickly. yet, the two that remain are persistent, they're using minorly tested equipment and it's difficult to respond to electrical charges and poison bullets. They continue to fire while I've found shelter behind a metal counter. I make sure the crystal is safe, they stop to reload and I run out and shoot both of them in the head. And walk out, they were lousie shots. My bike is waiting for me.
"S do you have it?" Charlie said over my ear piece.
"Affirmative," I replied victorious.
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