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Post by Madamluna on Jun 5, 2004 16:26:11 GMT -5
Carnival Gnat? Ha! If you really believe that everyone involved in that mission agreed with the goal to save the world, you're dead wrong. Understanding the enormity of the mission, many decided to accept Carnival Gnat's rise to power as a sort of self-inflicted retribution for their folly. The civil unrest that occurred in Carnival Gnat's espionage agency was where it started...
"I don't understand," neggie said, riding through the cold Arctic landscape on a snowmobile to a forbidding-looking construction on the horizon. "There was a schism in the rival agents' group?"
"Yeah," Luna affirmed. "Turns out Carnival Gnat was secretly capturing his coworkers and performing genetic experiments on them. His bosses didn't like that..."
"Right, so they split it apart." neggie nodded. "Horrifying. Hopefully he won't sic his brain-dead bodyguards on us, huh?"
You thought it was all over when we defeated him...but no...I still remember the argument we got into, over his corpse.
"We have to get rid of these!" Luna shouted, aiming her shotgun at the massive machine constructs in the laboratories of the complex. "Carnival Gnat was stupid for even allowing these to exist."
"Wait, Luna!" neggie protested. "We can't. This entire mission was so that we could get these back to base! We can use them to our advantage."
"No. We can't allow this to go on any longer, neggie! We have to accept what's been done and make the best of it, with a new start--free from mutation technology. Free from...from this sin."
"Listen, calm down," the other girl pleaded. "If we don't do this, we'll lose our jobs, okay?" neggie placed a hand on Luna's shotgun, and grudgingly her associate lowered it. "We know better. We won't repeat Carnival Gnat's mistake."
Coldly Luna turned away.
Many were sacrificed because of our experiments with the unknown. The experiments themselves became gross manipulations of the inherent purity of all lifeforms. Genetic, Chemical, and Biological manifestations of ultimate and irredeemable sin. Don't you see? Since you saved the machines from their imminent destruction, our organization returned to that path, and the experiments continued apace! And the next day of judgment shall be far worse than the fury of the one we have already survived...
(also you owe me a box of chocolates)
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Post by negativenine on Jun 5, 2004 16:59:43 GMT -5
OH PLEASE. Don't expect me to believe you'd have done away with that technology like the naive little girl with pigtails you pretend to be. We all know you were tempted by the supreme godly power that could have been yours alone. I KNEW you wanted it for yourself, and we HAD TO take it back to the agency, at least so that the whole world would not be dominated by a chinese-food-eating gamer.
(also, you owe me many an egg roll missy, I practically paid for your living during those dark and desperate times after the Carnival Gnat saga)
Neggie walks slowly among the ruins of Carnival Gnat's base. It was quickly destroyed once the terrible secret of space was divulged. She wraps her trenchcoat around herself, and tries to block the frigid wind from lashing her face. As she wanders, she notices a small figure, cowering in a small niche in the rubble. She can't see a face, but she instantly knows it to be her old friend Dance Amoeba. Agent Luna.
Fetching supplies from the snow-mobile, she leads Luna back toward the warmth of the city, feeding her with all you can eat sushi bars, egg rolls gallore, and many a plate of sezchuan beef. Luna slowly regains health. After living for 2 weeks on nothing but marshmallow rats, Luna had become pale, thin, undernourished, and as she gorged herself on chinese food constantly, she slowly fleshed out and returned to her all powerful spy-tasticness.
"They sent me off," Luna says, one night, over a platter of Fried Rice, "to that wasteland. On a mission... I should have known." She casts her eyes down in shame. Neggie comforts her, and she continues, in a small voice, "I witnessed the destruction of the base, and they left me out there to die. It was all an elaborate ruse... And the organization I trusted all my life is only an organization of sin, of betrayal, of hatred. I cannot go on like this."
It was then that I realized the agency was not only bent on destroying you, but me as well.
Not only did I suffer the consequences of the choice I made to return the technology to our agency, I suffered to KEEP YOU ALIVE. Because that's what friends do! Everything I did, I did for the best! Please don't try to tell me I didn't know what I was doing. Risk the human population, I may have. But don't think for a minute I didn't realize the terrible ethical dilemma we caught ourselves in. I can't trust anyone, and what I did, I did solely for the purpose of the poor beings you would torture if you came into power.
Though I cannot claim to trust you completely, Agent Luna, I have been there for you in your darkest times and I beg you, don't forget the burden your foolhardiness inflicted on me.
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Post by Madamluna on Jun 5, 2004 17:36:27 GMT -5
Ah, but you paint my motivation in such broad strokes, Agent Nine! My rule would not have been entirely bad; a world where everyone was happy and content. Given time I would have come to exert control over the espionage agencies as well, and they would have come to know my way. Justice, peace through strength, purification through genetic manipulation. And I'd kidnap China's head chefs, and I would construct monstrous "death camps" where I would gas all marshmallow rats!
And you act as if you are a pure and fragile creature, uncorrupted by the world! Remember the very nature of the organization you worked for, all those years ago...a collection of the most precise and professional killers on earth. Remember your resignation, your furtive attempt to put that life behind you.
"I come from your former superior to ask if you will come out of retirement..."
"I will not," neggie said sharply. "I have a new life now. It's behind me."
"You are not a nice person," Luna said, breathing steam into the cold, crisp air. "When you wake in the morning, you are Agent Negative Nine. The Agent Negative Nine. Renowned throughout the world..."
"I don't want to be renowned for killing people."
"neggie," Luna said, looking at her, "in the organization you are in your element. How long can you live under this masquerade? Don't you ever yearn for the feel of cold metal, the rush of adrenaline?"
She could see neggie weakening, her mind retreating inside itself to remember. Remember.
You are a mass of hypocritical nerve endings, a bundle of flesh and water. I could have made you a star, neggie! You were primed to be the next big thing, and you threw it away! Come on, having radioactive isotopes under your skin doesn't hurt all that much.
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Post by negativenine on Jun 5, 2004 23:27:40 GMT -5
I'd rather subect myself to adamantium clawing! Pah! Made me a star indeed? What did you want me to do, throw away my life? My happiness? Can you truly blame me for discarding that life of treachery, of murder, for one of peace and joy? I think not! I could have been a star, but at what cost?
ROXANNE....
You don't have to put on that red light!
Sorry, wrong memory....
Neggie braces herself, axe firmly between her two bony hands, ready to strike. Bathed in a cloak of darkness, her sinister and piercing eyes burn with the fires of battle. Of victory, pride. The wind rips over her face as she strikes, blood splattering the dry, barren land. Her attackers are but lifeless dolls, puppets that flop as they fall to the cold ground, limp and helpless. And she, she is a killing machine. Her adversaries stand no chance.
Somewhere, perhaps, she understands this: they are people, like her. But as her blood boils and her hair tosses wildly in the fury of battle, she forgets this. She hears only sweet, intense symphonies. She doesn't hear the screams of her opponents as they are dismembered.
Until... lying, bleeding, in front of her, she sees the only man she has ever loved. With a cry of rage, she craddles his body as blood drips from his eyes, his face taking on a ghostly palor. She weeps bitter tears, flooding the blood, dust, sweat of the battlefield. Helpless... Alone...
You know very well that's why I could never go back. They pitted my friends against me. I couldn't live that life. I thought you, of all people would understand! But no, you were too busy raping Sam's leg to understand!
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Post by BSam on Jun 7, 2004 6:55:06 GMT -5
But no, you were too busy raping Sam's leg to understand! how is that bad?
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Post by negativenine on Jun 16, 2004 15:49:10 GMT -5
Uhh... because she didn't understand?
BUMPZ0RS!
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Post by SlightlyMad on Jun 17, 2004 14:30:27 GMT -5
I love you both so I can't "Take sides".
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Post by SlightlyMad on Jun 17, 2004 15:09:26 GMT -5
I shouldn't have to take insults from a girl who flips off kittens. OHHHHH LOOK AT ME I'M NEGATIVE NINE I'M SO COOL BECAUSE I LIKE MAGNETIC FIELDS AND FALL IN LOVE WITH GAY MEN. Gay men are loverleeeeee. *heartyhuggliees* Sebastian
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