EvilBadman and DevoutlyApathetic
For you, this is the beginning of the rest of your life. Plucked from the Infrared Assembly Lines just last daycycle, much to the envy of your coworkers. Salvation from the monotony of slave labor came in the hue of red, the promotion to a higher security clearance has allowed revelations to come into your life. Had you lived in different time and place you could effectively allude to looking at the world through rose colored glasses. In the here and now however, you'd only wonder what clearance rose is, while awaiting reply from the Computer in a confession booth.
Reality intercedes your daydreams as your personal communication devices happily buzzes with the arrival of a new message:
You are to report to Briefing Room K138#($&%&%OHGODHOWDIDTHISGETHEREIAMNOTGOODATCOMPUTERS$$%%^&
at 0900 hours.
It looks like K138. Or maybe K133.
It looks like a lot of things.
Wisely deciding that being at the wrong place at the right time is less treasonous than not going anywhere at all, you board the next transport heading toward K sector. After a few moment of navigating the serpentine hallways lined in red, you are greet by the sight of many other Troubleshooters like you outside K138, and all of them equally confused. Of course, a few scant kilometers down the corridor outside K133 lie another collection of Troubleshooters. This story isn't about them, and how they walked into that briefing room, and left with lucrative contracts as consultants for a new Troubleshooting series. No, it's best not to think about their future, but rather your own.
Your future lies within the lecture hall of K138, crimson walls angled down in a stadium style with desks on every level, all pointed toward an ominous screen at the bottom of the room. Hunched over a computer, muttering to himself, an Orange
clearance citizen silently greets you as you march single file through the door. Suddenly, his eyes widen as he catches sight of one of your teammates, he draws his laser and lets loose a bloodcurdling cry of, "Communist! YOU DAMN DIRTY COMMUNIST!
The blast thankfully sails wide, and less thankfully causes a control panel beside you to explode in a shower of sparks. The lights flicker intermittently for a moment and shut off completely. On cue as the last person enters, the entry way closes suddenly turning K138 into an unintentional death trap.Welcome to Phallanoia.Onesday Narration: "Room-O-DUM"Fun Intermission: "A Very Bad Day"Twosday Narration: "HappyFUNTime Pills!"Threesday Narration: "How to Become An Hero"Foursday Narration: "Easy Target Practice"Fivesday Narration: "Emissions Improbable"Sixday Narration: "Musical Chairs"Epilogue: "Send in the Clone"The Reveal Post
I should note that Badman is fucking awesome
- Evil Badman