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News BulletinFebruary 28, 2007
Explosions rock several treatment plants. Last night around five thirty CT, reports of gunfire were heard near treatment plants around the country, followed a few minutes later by large explosions. It is unkown at this time how many were injured. Questions about terrorism have risen, but Washington has yet to comment. We'll bring you more information as soon as it's available.
Channel 56 News, your source for the Facts.
Post Explosion, Interlude"Man, McDonalds? You need to choose a new resturuant mate."
"You'll eat it and be happy boy-o!"
"Alright, but I choose the next place."
"Fine, fine... Hey, is that one of the new military choppers? Thought those things were still experimental?"
"Cha, they are... test flight?"
"Come on, let's get some food, I'm starving."
"You just want to see my new dice bag!"
"Well, that too..."
Post Plant"What the hell was that?! Alpha, what's going on?"
"I don't know! We heard a chopper, and then the fucking plant went and exploded!"
"...alright, get back to base, we should be clear for a bit."
"Sure thing Leader-man."
*Click, static, beep*
"Boss, the plant just blew up! What the hell was in those barrels?"
"Nothing that would cause an explosion..."
"Then what the hell caused it to blow up?"
"You said there were some troops that pushed you out?"
"Yeah. You think they cratered the plant?"
"It's possible... it doesn't matter now, the agent's released, and the explosion probably slagged any evidence that leads back to us. Get out of there, I'll see what I can find out."
"Yes, sir, Strike leader out."
"Mr. President? It's me... Did that tac-team get out? ...No? You mean you dropped it becuase of them? Fuck... And you're going to blame it on the terrorists, I'm sure... You're right, it does keep the question about the water itself out of peoples minds... Ye
Treatmant Plant, pre-explosion"Ted! Turn that crap off!"
"Aw, fuck you, man."
"He's walking the rounds, he'll be back in a few."
"Just so long as I ain't walkin' em."
"You've got the next one."
"Hey Brad, what's that truck doin' there?"
"Truck? Let me see the monitors... I dunno... How long's it been there?"
"You think I know? I just looked over from my book."
"Ted, one of these days, I'm kicking your ass."
"Base, this is Nate, I found a hole in the fence... looks new... Hold on... This was cut..."
"Nate, you pullin' our chains again? I ain't gettin' up if this is just one of your... hold on Nate. Ted, what just happened to the cameras?"
"Uh, wire loose? I'll check out back."
"...Nate, get back here soon as you make sure everythings okay."
*Static, pop, static*
"Nate? Nate, this aint funny... Nate? ...Ted, you read? Nate's not answering. Ted? What the fuck's going on out-"
"Are all three down? Good, let's get this done.
Explosion at the Plant, Mech."Jake! Jake!"
"Yeah, I saw it to! The hell was that?"
"I dunno, looked like an explosion... Yeah, see? There's the smoke..."
"Wasn't that near the mill?"
"Nah, looks closer to the treatment plant... wonder what's goin' on out there?"
"Wanna go check it out?"
"Nah, let's get this car fixed up, it'll be on the news in a couple hours."
"Yeah... you're right... Hey, Jake! That's a funny lookin' chopper ain't it?"
"Probably one of them new rescue choppers. That was fast... Anyways, quit your gawkin', and aget back to work, the Johnson's want their car finished by seven."
Conversations 2: Supply Dump"Bravo, hold off the reinforcements! We need more time!"
"We're trying! They're pushing us back, and we just lost Anna!"
"Fuck... Mike, Casie, get the rest of the barrels in the water!"
"Working on it!"
"Boss! Bravo-leaders's down and out, I finished him, You guys have twenty seconds tops!"
"Boss, tag it!"
"I did! Everyone, go to ground, repeat, go to ground, it's time to go!"
"Sir, we're too late, the barrels are in... No sir, we took no casualties. We have five bodies from the attackers though, and two of the workers are dead as well. ...No sir, we shot to wound, whenever one went down, another would finish them... I've never seen anything like it. No, I don't know who they are. The last guy spraypainted a symbol on the ground, I don't know what it is... Yes sir, Strike Team is right here with me... sir? Sir? Hello? Radio's busted..."
"Sarge, did we have airsupport for this op?"
"It wasn't part of the brief... radio's busted."
"Sarge, what the hell is tha-"
Conversations 1: Conspiracy"So... Is everything ready?"
"There's been a delay. They were starting to catch on to what we were doing. We'll be ready in time."
"Good, good... are you sure you want to go through with this?"
"Not that you're going to be allowed to back out. You know what happened to the Fox team."
"It's for the good of the masses."
"So you agree with us, even if you don't like it."
"I would never have come this far otherwise."
"Perfect. You've got three..." click, beep "...hours."
"Did you hear that?"
"...I'm probably just getting paranoid... Right, three hours. We'll be ready."
"Don't forget, it's for the good of the people."
"...Right. Let's go wake them up."
"Yes, did you get all that? ...Good. Shall I send in the... No? But, sir...! ...I don't agree with this sir. I know it doesn't matter... Very well sir. This will end things for you though... Yes sir. No sir, the director isn't aware of this. No sir, I scrambled the line myself. Yes sir. Goodbye Mr. Pre
I miss the stars...Were there stars above?
Did you see the universe?
Do you understand?
Are the stars beneath?
Where have the heavens gone to?
What is this blackness?
You stole them away?
Why did you steal the night sky?
Luna is gone too...
I miss the moonlight...
Must you protect them like this?
I'll come back later...
They still are not here...
Can I see them? One last time?
No? I miss them lots...
Goodbye night-time sky
Maybe one day, you can come
out and play again...
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Out came the great and mighty and much beloved Chix0r, followed quickly by the not quite as great and mighty and beloved (but still mighty and great and beloved by many!), Madnessism. They looked upon the des
How It Began"God, your two o'clock is here."
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The man sat, briefcase across his knees. "Sector 2-7-0! Everyone's talking about it! What do you call it? Man and merman?"
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