843-BANE
BurgezzE.T.F
General Tso's Alliance
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Posted - 2014.04.15 16:47:00 -
[1] - Quote
I'm bored, need something to distract me from working, and could do with 10 million ISK, I guess. Here goes.
It had been a long 2 hours. Kujo leaned around to look into the window once more. It was still going on. The noise was loud, and humiliating for Kujo. Kain had gotten bored with the Ancient Exiles CEO... moving onto a younger subject to toy with: Patrick57. As a sign of dominance, Kain demanded Kujo stay to guard the entrance of the sacred venue, 'Cubs Sammich Shop' while the carnal antics inside ensued...
"I don't deserve this" Kujo muttered to himself. "My directors are off fighting Rebel scum and what do I get? Guard duty".
Kujo scuffed his feet across the ground outside. Back and forth... back and forth... trying to keep his mind occupied. He almost made a rhythm out of it. It wasn't soon after he began that his phone rang. "YES!" Kujo thought, "This could be my ticket out of here". Kujo picked up the phone and a loud voice spluttered
"Ugh, hey man I don't know if the thing with the... *HICK*.. its good but you know we miss you but uh, stay *HICK* true to your goal." Kujo slammed his phone to the ground. On the other end was Free Beers, drunk again at one of his Pattaya Party Palace parties. "Damn him" Kujo thought. He knew, however, that Beers was only trying to make him feel better. For it was once Beer's duty to stand guard.
The door opened behind Kujo, and he fell back letting out a soft whimper. Landing hard on his back, he looked up to see Kain towering over him, smiling from the corner of his mouth. A slight drop of saliva slipped from the corner of his mouth onto Kujo's forehead. Kujo shot up immediately, stood to attention and raised his hand to his brow forming a stiff salute. "SIR" he exclaimed, his voice crackling with anxiety.
"It's all ogre now" Kain softly uttered.
Kujo stuttered for a moment "Wh.. what?"
"I said we must go now, I've received word that Radar and Traky have launched another raid on one of our outposts".
"Which one, sire?" Kujo replied
"DDB's district"
"Right... so why are we going"
"After Top Men. secured a victory I feel it's best to assure safety. My Blue doughnut cannot be tampered with, it is mine... my own... my precious."
A voice came from the dark room behind Kain "Come now Kujo, do as your master says". It was Patrick, taunting Kujo, knowing that in that very moment he had full power of him. Kujo did nothing but clench his fist, tightly, to which Kain chuckled to himself.
"Come now, boy. We have a war to fight". Kain slapped Kujo's back, and the two men headed to the hangar bay. His hand was heavy and warm.. leaving a slightly moist imprint on Kujo's back. Kujo gritted his teeth "Yes, master". It was in that moment that Kujo knew what he had to do. He couldn't just let Kain use him, tell him he meant something and then cast him aside when all of his men were taken into Escrow. No... Kujo knew he had to be the one to end this now. "Kain is responsible for the Blue doughnut" Kujo thought to himself "But. I. Will. End it".
For days the thoughts of rebellion plagued Kujo's mind. How would he do it? When? With who to side with him? These questions were detours from the true question at the back of his mind "Can I really beat them?". Ancient Exiles. has had a long history of using Escrow Ringers, while players such as Rampage were forced to warm the proverbial bench. No, this time he would use his own men. Kujo's thoughts were abruptly halted by a large explosion outside, followed by a rage of gunfire and screams. Kujo cowered behind his bed covers, slamming down on his emergency 'Marauder' button... praying to the empress to be saved by his beloved director. A knock came to his door as the commotion outside died down.. quite literally. Kujo tried to speak, but his voice could not find itself, all that came out instead was a mere squeak of desperation.
The door flew off it's hinges as a large boot bursted threw the centre, landing firmly on Kujo's "QQ Kain" door matt. The man in front of him was of an average height, a modest blonde haircut and oddly small feet.. but what Kujo's attention was drawn to first was what was in this man's hand. Chicagocub's severed head gently dangled from the grasp of the man at Kujo's door, eyes rolled to the back and blood seeping from his neck. Kujo was trembling, his heart nearly bursting through his chest with anxiety. Then the man spoke "*** with me if you want to live". It was Radar.
Kujo always had a soft spot for Radar... though he'd never admit it to his former fellows. He was a brave rebel leader. Capable of winning the war against DNS, whom had formed under Kain's fist to farm the profits of war.
Kujo reached out to grab ahold of his new master, but he couldn't. Something was wrong... the more he reached the furhter away he got. Radar began to laugh as Kujo's vision became blurry. The head of Cubs joined in with a harmonically mocking cackle and the world in front of Kujo's eyes slipped from his mind.
Kujo's eyes opened. Kain was towering over him. They were back at the sammich shop. "No... how..." Kujo murmured as he rose to his feet.
"That was quite a fall there, try and be more careful, you'll disturb Patrick you know how he is". "Now, get up and get back to the door". Kain pushed Kujo outside and slammed the door behind him. Kujo rubbed his head in dismay. It had all been a dream.
It had been a long 2 hours.
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