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[Maharg67]

Cats #2

 

Cats slept, of course, often curled up against each other. Other cats looked out of the armoured windows of the sanctuary building and were far from killed because of their curiosity. They were watching three small herds, of herbivores, making their way through that amazing futuristic building. Small robots guided them; such animals had soon learned to be guided by dumb robots, as had others like cats.

 

Overhead drifted a large roboremote drone, a building based supercomputer network-system guided dumb robot. The same supercomputer network-system guided many roboremotes and even had influence on the actions of more independent robots and androids. It was doing a surveillance sweep of the visible cityscape.

 

It was quiet enough for the cats to appreciate the city; their excitement was hunting rats, or mice, depending on the size of the cats: ratters or mousers! There were tasty city rations also, games to play, toy edible mice to chase and devour. A fair few cats would not, could not, hunt vermin.

 

That, of course, was any cat's choice to make or so the cats thought.

[Maharg67]

:blush: :sad: :ninja: :ohmy: :ermm: :geek: :sick: :yes: :no: :sweat: :facepalm: :turned: :wallbash:

 

The ironies, inconsistencies, contradictions and miscalculations of humanity

seem to be numberless

seem to be far too common

seem to plague humanity

and yet we, humanity, seem to be too often blind to them!

[Maharg67]

This post contains one reposted and one new Curse of Quamaire episode.

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The Curse of Quamaire
One 57.1[57]{57}

 

A swarm of Azura's winged-twilights attacked the zombies coming out of the ancient underground labyrinth of QuezaQua. With the zombies came zombie like ghouls, smarter and armed, along with lowing flying vampires and terrible powerful zombie like lichs. Thankfully there were less lichs than vampires, far less vampires than ghouls and a great deal less ghouls than the fast shambling mass of zombies. The twisted vampires had little in common with those of Tamriel, being little more than winged ghouls of strange powers and great hunger; there was not even a pretence of civilisation about them.

 

The winged-twilights, or azurans, were part liked naked women and part exotic feathered wings, tails and bird like talons. They had human like arms that hurled divine magical spells from the right hand and wielded divine magical spears with their left hands.

 

Aratorons, many of them being former Tooze, had built up defences in the form of a long wall and a series of forts.

 

Aurorans, a kind of daedra serving Azura, Meridia and other Grand Daedra including the Daedric Queen, materialised in great numbers to assist and brought with them massive powerful slow moving aurokans that did much of the work. Clearly more than one of the Grand Daedra were behind their coming. They wore elegantly efficient daedric magical armour and used many kinds of daedric magical weapons; some were battlemages using thick metallic mage-staffs.

 

Drake Septum, the version of him who commanded the surface Imperial Forces, summoned forth powerful elemental entities and had Imperial military forces already in place; the elemental entities were eledragons, eledragans, eledraguns, eledragins and eledragens, being all dragon like in at least some ways.

 

Then came another surprise as the Demidivine Talos appeared. (Demigod of the Nine Divines who had once been a Divine until replaced by a new Divine to stop a great war from ripping apart Tamriel and the Empire.) Talos, who stomped across the landscape in splendid divine magical black gold armour and leading an army of lesser divines who appeared as smaller versions of himself who were still very big. They were Talosons also being divinamars that served all Nine Divines and the Many Demidivines.

 

That Talos was there meant that the Nine Divines were directly intervening in mortal affairs and that could only mean that they were greatly concerned about what was going on.

 

The undead flooded out of the QuezaQua Labyrinth, known often as the Fallen Labyrinth, in waves that grew bigger with every one. Clearly they could not all have been Tooze for those people had never been in such numbers. Dark stories had spoken of there being a terrible magical gateway, in the QuezaCore, leading to a Nirn like world of decay, of undeath, and of despair.

 

From the get go the fighting was terrible and became increasingly more so as undead tentaculars such as those that served the UndeathlyGod, undead other humanoids such as goblins, hulking undead zombie flesh golems (zolems) and a glimmering morgue green mist that moved against the wind as it tried to suck away at life energies around itself.

 

The big wall, the great ditch before it, became a place of killing as animals swarmed to escape the on coming undeath, escaping through gateways opened for them; the animals were allowed to escape free. Then the order was reluctantly given and showers of arrows were shot into the air, many of them magical, to fall down upon the on coming undead. Living creatures died but it was a blessing that they did so, that they did not suffer a far more terrible fate.

 

 

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The Curse of Quamaire
One 58.1[58]{58}

 

Fighting raged on the surface of the Quamaire Isles and deep underground. Fighting raged not only as two great, growing battles, but as many smaller conflicts from small battles to far smaller skirmishes. Still most of the isles, surface and underground, remained free so far of the undeath threat and the fighting.

 

The woman, once a great Aratoron matriarch and priestess, moved slowly and was hunched with some pain but not agony. The promise had been kept to some extent, at least, but she was sweaty and filthy in her hooded robes as she made her way through shadowy, sometimes blood tinted light filled, areas in dank, awful smelling caves.

 

Youth, she wanted her youth back, along with immortality, greater knowledge and more power but not of the undead kind. Instead she found that she was becoming a lich, a powerful undead entity but one bound to the False Great Enemy. Except it was not the monstrous undead tentacular or the one who had once been the Daedric King. It was another who was of the Pale Beautiful Ones, amazing illusionists of desire, cruelly manipulative and in truth amazingly ugly of mind-body-spirit.

 

Realising that she had tricked herself, had allowed herself to be tricked, she sought to find a way of getting free. Suicide was a possibility that had faded away thanks to the foolish one sided contract that she had 'signed' in a horrible ceremony; she had committed evil during that process and she knew now that she would have to be for it. Yet she would take that punishment rather than keep sliding down the slippery slope of doom that she had helped to create for herself.

Edited July 14, 2015 by Maharg67

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The Curse of Quamaire
One 59.1[59]{59}

 

The real Great Enemy NacastaZiz, or at least an expression of that one of many of one, sat on a stone bench smiling in a way that was not at all pleasant. His eyes were pools of hatred, of undeath. His skin was pale to the point of being translucent in appearance and beneath the skin could be glimpsed strange shapes that writhed as if in agony.

 

Around him was a chamber of an ancient, buried temple, deep beneath the ruins of traditional city of the Tooze, QuezaQua. In a real sense there were no more Tooze. They had either become those hated Aratorons or of the undead under his indirect control through the False Great Enemies, his puppets though they did not know it.

 

A row of lichs writhed, ancient evil entities far less ancient than himself, that he tormented for the love of tormenting anything. They had been loyal to him and he had betrayed them; this seemed quite logical to the True Great Enemy. Indeed the concept of loyalty caused him much disgust.

 

The hunger gnawed at him!

 

He lost focus and, to his rage, one of his lich victims died and crumbled to dust with unnatural speed. Most of his victims were gone and now only two remained.

 

Then, at that moment, he died as did the last two of his lich victims. As he died he knew, with a dawning dread, that he was not the True Great Enemy at all but just another puppet, just another False Great Enemy. He had been used, tormented, deceived just as he had quite happily done the same to others.

 

Yet, as he died, he gained a strong clue to who and what the True Great Enemy was, or at least its current disguise, and he was shocked by the truth. The True Great Enemy was right up there in the sky, in front of everybody, at least much of the time. The True Great Enemy was linked with the Nirnian Moons (moons of Nirn) and the Divines.

Edited June 29, 2015 by Maharg67

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The Curse of Quamaire
One 60.1[60]{60}

 

In shadows, of a cramped underground chamber, with disguised identity the traitor crouched before a malignant statue. It was a thing that seemed both frozen into stillness and yet active in a disturbing, hard to truly perceive manner, as if it was flickering at the edge of one's sight even as one was looking directly at it.

 

He grinned and small droplets of blood fell from his teeth. He had eaten of a rat, devouring it alive after anointing the vermin with foul substances. It had been a disgusting experience but necessary to prove oneself to begin the communications with that one who was founded in the sky far overhead, that one who was once counted as one of the Aedra, of which many were to become the Divines.

 

The voice came to him as if from the air itself, as a silken thing that was horrifically gorgeous of nature, a thing of life-death-unlife-undeath and also more-less than that in the ancient languages. He listened and, as ancient as he was, as very powerful as he was, as very evil as he was, he could not help but shudder. Then it was over!

 

Tormented by lust for more contact, yet relieved it was over, the Great Traitor stood and left the chamber behind. He had much to do and in just over two hours had to return to being his open identity as a heroic friend of mortals.

Edited June 29, 2015 by Maharg67

[Maharg67]

:yes: :no: :yes: :no: :yes:

 

:yes: There are good people in the world.

 

:no: No there are not! Everybody's rotten!

 

:yes: I disagree, there are some very fine people out there in the world.

 

:no: There are lots of frauds pretending to be very nice people.

 

:yes: Can you not 'sense' the authenticity, the compassion, of such people?

 

:no: I can 'sense' the falseness, the selfishness, of such people!

 

:yes: You are a cynic!

 

:no: You are wishful thinking!

 

:yes: I hope I am right!

 

:no: I do not think you are but I also hope you are.

[Maharg67]

Not So Dangerous Zombies #1

 

The not so deadly zombie virus struck the world at 14 minutes past 12'Oclock at about lunch time, Greenwich mean time. It spread only very slowly and caused a sprinkling of victims only. A few people were immune except that they went bold, became addicted to eating really hot curries and became avid collectors of anything and everything.

 

The relatively few people who turned into zombies did not want to eat brains, had terrible bad breath, were largely real dumb and cowardly but very nice if you got to know them. Oh, they had terrible BO and skin flaking conditions. Dandruff was no problem since all their hair fell out as their skin became strangely leathery.

 

Zombies liked to eat baked beans, in tomato sauce, with vanilla ice-cream.

 

Zombies liked to spoke menthol cigarettes.

 

Zombies liked to listen to Tiny Tim singing 'Tip Toe Through the Tulips'.

 

These, and other factors, were taken as proof by many that zombies were indeed very strange.

 

Zombies could say very much and communicate no real meaning at all. Some thought they would make fine politicians.

 

Zombies were slow but very strong and enduring; soon zombies were digging ditches, carrying oversized backpacks of goods, and other such work around the world. Human workers feared that they would steal jobs but it turned out they did many things humans did not want to do, or could do safely. Zombies allowed projects that then employed many humans.

 

Generally speaking zombies made very little impact on the world!

 

Or so it was believed at the time! (Sound of evil canned laughter in background along with cheesy horror movie music.)

[Maharg67]

I am writing in this post

for you to have something here to read

for you to read something that is here

yes, right here in this post

and not in some other post

though I will soon be writing in the next post

as I wrote in the post before this one

Have I wasted your time?

I hope not!

Really I do!

and if I have done so

please excuse me because of the strange mood that I am in!

Edited June 8, 2015 by Maharg67

[Maharg67]

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Included in this post are one reposted episode and one new posted episode.

 

Not This Earth
One 24.1[28]

 

The four supersoldiers awoke slowly, a little painfully, to find that their minds were changed somehow for the better. As they woke they heard muffled voices speaking in techie, medico and other jargon. Lucky Eddie was able to focus enough to know that the four of them had been sent through extensive processes, only some of which he understood. They had something to do with intense deprogramming, deconditioning, the removal of nanobots and more.

 

Awakening was a slow dreamy process but they, especially Lucky Eddie, picked up that great troubles had arisen through out the city of Perth. There had been not only more outbreaks of undeath but other rising threats; outside military, paramilitary and police units had increasingly come into the metropolis, including foreign forces, along with national, and international, emergency aid. Large areas of the city, in the central and harbour areas mostly, had been secured and remained so but others had fallen were, were falling to the 'troubles'.

 

Lucky Eddie began to 'sense' the presence of other supersoldier mentalities in his psychic background, including those of the triplets, and it came to him that others had gone through the same process that the four of them were experiencing.

 

Not This Earth
One 25.1[29]

 

Now that they were no longer enslaved puppets of a very shadowy shadow network, the four super-assassins decided to meet up with others who had been freed. They wondered why the Trotskys, and others, had freed them only to learn that they had been part of the project that enslaved 'supers' like them in the first place. It was a matter of conscious but also the desire to take away such a dangerous weapon from what they called the Shadow Nexus. The Shadow Nexus was the true, very well hidden, master of many more well known factions; it was the puppet of yet deeper hidden forces, hidden perhaps in the open.

 

They helped shift the base, which was always semipermanent; for the Freedom Equation, as they called themselves, had become become a prime target of the Shadow Nexus and its puppets. One matter that slowed down the enemy was that they were also fighting the threats that had arisen in that supercity. They had many resources in the city, many investments there, and had much to lose. This meant that most of their efforts were not able to be focused on hunting down the Freedom Equation or those they had freed.

 

Three small convoys, one being compact electric vehicles going through big utility tunnels, conveyed the base materials to an old World War Two bunker that had been left, abandoned, in theory for many decades. In truth other enemies, of the Shadow Nexus, had settled down there and now became firmly allied to the Freedom Equation.

 

One was a group of rebel growlers that had been created with extra intelligence, for growlers. Instead of utilising them, their 'human creators' had tried to destroy the Alpha Growlers. The Alpha Growlers had killed most of those humans, had escaped with many stolen resources but had taken others with them, including other growlers. The Alpha Growlers had been attempting to recruit other growlers but with only mixed success.

 

The bunker complex was ugly, largely bare, but well secured. There were lots of old fashioned resources carefully stored away such as tape players, typewriters, furniture, lamps, propaganda posters and much else. It was not long before it was decided that the sale of some of those items, on the international collectors' market, might raise of much needed funds for the new alliance.

 

As for Lucky Eddie, he was already making plans to free more of his people from the same kind of enslavement that he had suffered.

Edited June 10, 2015 by Maharg67

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Not This Earth
One 26.1[30]

 

Lucky Eddie sat cross legged on a seat-mat as he did some adjustments to an advanced LPC (laptop computer) when the plump muscular baby like figure stomped up to stand beside him, studied the computer thoughtfully and then looked up at Eddie with big, brown adorable eyes. Then she doing. "What are you doing?"

 

Lucky Eddie smiled at her. "Working with this laptop computer of mine. What are you doing?"

 

The neobaby looked thoughtful for a moment before she spoke. "I am asking you what you are doing."

 

Lucky Eddie nodded just a little. "You are very clever! What is your name?"

 

The neobaby beamed at him. "My name is lovely baby sweetie! Do you have a nice snack for me?"

 

The teen-woman bustled into view and with a long sigh picked up the neobaby. "Now, you naughty girl, you said you wouldn't flirt any more for snacks." She spoke to Lucky Eddie. "Issiemori is her name and she is being naughty." She frowned softly. "You must be new here. Who are you? What are you?"

 

Lucky Eddie smiled. "Lucky Eddie is my name and I was, until recently, a super-assassin."

 

She gave him an odd look. "That's ironic because Issiemori might be a snack flirt but she is usually shy with strangers but she walked right up to you."

 

Lucky Eddie shrugged. "I get on well with babies, animals and plants."