- Location
- Germany
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Like some ring-like portals on planets, or funny shaped ones in solar orbit, or a dyson sphere around a galactic core ...
Devastation Comes In Big Packages [Planetary Annihilation/Multicross SI]
NHO
Dumb is a state of existence
- Location
- ᓚᘏᗢ
You need to meet Tiki.
Morphic Tide
Crazy Brainstormer, Munchkin and Wannabe Min-Maxer
- Location
- MI, USA
For extra lols, do it in Mass Effect on Mars, with not a single atom of iron in the structures. And have the FTL method be Orion's Arm style Alcubierre drives which use the same system for spacial compression and FTL speeds. And include Mass Effect tech for only the generators.
Evonix
Aspiring Lovecraft antagonist.
- Location
- Canada to 2 sigmas
One way to solve the war is to terraform 3 systems to be the same as sol system, time freeze earth, cut the continents into the sections "controlled" by Empiah, Nazish guys, jingoists and other, remove a section of crust from each new earth corresponding to a different faction each and slot the corresponding peices into place, leave Other where they are, restart time.
Massgamer
Advance toward the Future
- Location
- The Future
Just extends the problem cause once they all get into space and meet each other it will start all over again except in space.
- Location
- Germany
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Distribute to 3 empty universes. Alternatively shrug, say 'Darwin rules' and leave.
Evonix
Aspiring Lovecraft antagonist.
- Location
- Canada to 2 sigmas
Ohh ya I forgot to mention, natraly in the following generations you would sabotage propaganda,make sure goverments don't think it's nessesary anymore and eventually alter the history books to be less biased/show the war as a smaller deal than it was. Commander would have a few centurys before they advance sufficiently/look far enough to meet.
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Massgamer
Advance toward the Future
- Location
- The Future
Fair enough but like said already that would require work and the Guy doesn't want to do that.
SneakyWalrus
Is the Water Free?
Yeah, but at the very center of some massive Dyson sphere, that'd take years to get through, have the Dude and her own massive field of grass.
It'd be hilarious to see.
Massgamer
Advance toward the Future
- Location
- The Future
Leaving weird stuff behind for civilizations to find sounds like it would be pretty fun in general.
Not with that attitude, it isn't !
Massgamer
Advance toward the Future
- Location
- The Future
Well technically it can be real just depends which verse the Guy is in at the time.
Oh, also, isn't The Doctor like, explicitly non-violent? Like he really avoids that sort of thing.
For all that The Guy is a bathrobe wearing, lazy, hot chocolate guzzling and food-hedonism based sort of individual, he is capable of jumping to violence if he feels pushed to it. He's not very much against it at all.
For all that The Guy is a bathrobe wearing, lazy, hot chocolate guzzling and food-hedonism based sort of individual, he is capable of jumping to violence if he feels pushed to it. He's not very much against it at all.
einargs
Verified Spiller of the Egg Yolk
- Location
- The Egg Yolk, Outer Layer
- Pronouns
- They/Them
You know, I actually really want to see the Guy and the Doctor interacting. They seem like they'd get along well, what with the whole "Horrible apocalyptic war" thing in their back stories.
einargs
Verified Spiller of the Egg Yolk
- Location
- The Egg Yolk, Outer Layer
- Pronouns
- They/Them
I don't know the Doctor well enough
I can't figure out if they'd end up going to a bar to get drunk or shouting at each other. They're both really alike, but that isn't always a good thing...
73 – Operation Snowcone
73 – Operation Snowcone
Tanya was, as my satellites had down, in Europe. More specifically she was in Great Britain itself, which was one of the few places left on that entire continent which hadn't been overrun with the Union. Even less than the start of the war if you can believe that. Now it was just the UK and the Netherlands, with Greece falling away along with every other territory to either the Empire or of the Union. With the rapid retreat of the Japanese as a result of New York the Union had rolled over what meagre resistance remained and were looking to finally finalize their near total control. Both the Allies and the Empire were making a pretty hard fight of it though.
She'd been in one of the Allied command posts in London had left it about an hour after I terminated communications. Almost. First she had to have a bit of a row with Bingham. To be fair to the guy I probably don't look like the most trustworthy kind of guy to just barge into supposedly closed communications between one of the highest ranked Allied personnel and the top Allied commando. He seemed to normally be a rather ok kind of guy and definitely kept the whole 'stiff upper lip' to the ongoing war's effects on his homeland and the rest of the world. Luckily with Tanya having near unilateral decision making about what she wanted to do whenever she wanted to do it – turns out have a successful enough career and you can do almost anything you want – I don't have to go through too much red tape.
Still, an hour is an hour. And an hour without eating or watching some TV or reading some books…uh. Anyway, an hour is an hour. So instead of bumbling around outside a supposedly secure base with military personnel anywhere I'd decided to check out the local cuisine. I'd bounced into London more than once on my various travels but pre and post Vorkuta but hey there was nothing wrong with a few plates of fish and chips.
Or fifteen.
"There you are. You know Bingham was asking me a lot of questions about yooouuuuooohhh my god."
"Mrmphgh," I swallowed and waved at her from my spot on the grass. "Hello Tanya. You ready to go capture some Soviets?"
Her face twisted up pretty badly as she scowled at me, her hands on her hips.
"Why…are you surrounded in trash?"
"I got hungry waiting for you to be ready," I gestured to the command post she'd just walked out of and the staring peacekeeper soldiers who had been staring at me since I got here, "And it was close."
If anything her scowl worsened.
"God I should walk back in there and tell Bingham this was a mistake. Hell I don't even know what you did much less how you did it. Where did you take me? Did you compromise me-,"
I let her words wash over me as a I began to dig at the last of my fish and chips. She had some good points. She was trusting me for no good reason other than the fact that I'd somehow put her back together again after she'd been directly torn in half twice in quick succession. Then again in this universe the Allies had somehow trusted Dr. Zelinsky after he'd just decided to defect outright. When he talked about the time travel they'd somehow accepted that without even bothering to try and get him to confirm it. Or maybe they did and it just wasn't shown. I didn't really know. Tanya had some real honest concerns despite the flat confidence that she showed to Bingham and while I could appreciate that she was really laying into me now. I guess.
"You're not even listening to me," she finally came to a halt.
"I totally am, but you just didn't seem to want a partner for the conversation. To answer your questions, in order: no I didn't do anything to you other than heal you, no I didn't modify your weaponry, no I'm not aligned with the Empire or the Soviets, I'm not a defector, I'm not looking to get you to defect nor am I trying to get some kind of favor or another from you for it either, yes I'm responsible for what happened the Imperial forces in New York, and I really did eat fifteen plates of fish and chips waiting here for you."
While she was blinking at me I wiped myself off and gathered up my assorted trash to toss it into a nearby trashcan.
"If you did, then how-,"
"Magic," I wiggled my fingers in her direction as I shoved the plates away. "Frankly, I'm guessing the only reason you're even considering this is the fact that you're you."
"And what is that supposed to mean?" Her arms cross as she speaks, one of her boots tapping impatiently.
"You're Tanya, the ultra badass commando who has a larger service record then like, anyone in the Allied military. If you want to follow something on a whim, you can."
Ok, the trash isn't going into the trash. I'm going to have to take drastic measures.
"Well, yeah, that might be true but – hey!"
I wince both at her yell and the way that the metal tears open slightly as a result of my jiggering. Stupid thing's opening wasn't opening so I just…shoved. A bit harder than I thought I would. Eh, it's fine. Just drag it back down and pat it in and no one will notice that I just tore metal with my bare hands.
"Listen," I turn around and drink some of my hot chocolate, "I think we can all say that this world has gone crazy. Iron Curtains, Proton Colliders, Vacuum Imploders-,"
"Vacuum Imploder?"
Whoops.
"You don't know about that?"
Huh. Well…wait. Review the satellite footage…backtrack and speed through everything I've seen since I got here…yeah. No, the Soviets totally raided that science facility and probably used that information to build the…yeah there I can see some of the testing sites over in Siberia. At least two of them totally erupted and destroyed the surrounding areas. A bunch of little Tunguska events I guess. But they haven't actually built one and used it in battle just yet so I guess the Allies don't know very much about it. If they did then Tanya definitely would know wouldn't she?
"Just a Soviet Superweapon," I waved her off, "Makes, like, black holes when it strikes the ground. Big ol' missile thing."
That…did not look like it calmed her down very much considering she's turning around to march right back into the command post.
"Woah, hold on! They haven't even deployed it yet. If we go ahead with whatever the hell this is we can probably stop them from ever using it at the same time that we grab Krukov and crew."
She vacillates back and forth before nodding firmly and walking back over to me.
"All right, how, precisely, are we going to be doing this?"
I make sure to slowly drink from my mug before tossing it over my shoulder.
"Well. First, you get closer to me," I gesture for her to move forward and she does despite the obvious wariness and discomfort, "Then I snap my fingers like this…and…"
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"Now you listen to me, Premier, if it were not for your precious machine you would not even be in this position in the first place!"
Tanya blinked as she took in her new surroundings. The snow billowing against the window and the buildings she could just barely see beyond. The rich carpet beneath her feet and the heavy mahogany desk she could see through the doorframe which gave entrance to the hallway that she and her companion had appeared in. In the room itself she could see various awards, statues, and books, but her mind immediately oriented upon the man who was sitting at said desk and furiously yelling at a screen just beyond her visibility.
"Nikolai, I will not tolerate this disrespect! You will follow my orders and retake Vladivostok! We are winning the ground war but without our navy – your own words – we cannot possibly dislodge the Empire properly!"
General Nikolai Krukov. Or to use his full title the Chief of the General Staff of the entire Soviet military. Who was yelling and in turn being yelled at by the notorious Premier of the Soviet Union, Anatoly Cherdenko. Both had been on her list since the war had begun and long before anyone else in the Allied command had actually gotten their act together and taken them as the massive threats they were. Overall however neither of them had noticed the fact that an American commando and…whatever the hell 'The Guy' was were present.
"Welcome," The Guy whispered to her out of the corner of his mouth, "To Leningrad."
The whole building shuddered, and Tanya started at the noise of Imperial artillery fire that was only just now reaching her ears. Krukov in particular winced at the noise and then slammed his fist onto the desk hard enough to send a little statue of the founder of Communism himself to the ground.
"You sent me here, and now you want me to move even more of my forces away so that Oleg and Zhana can retake Vladivostok. If I do this, Cherdenko, then the Empire of the Rising Sun will take the blasted city!"
Tanya began to move forward before The Guy put a hand in her way, stopping her. She glanced at him but he only shook his head in turn and quietly took a drink from his cup. In the meantime she scanned the immediate area and realized that it was far more rundown than she had originally realized. The paint was wearing thin, the lights were flickering with each burst of that damned wave-form artillery that the Empire loved to use so much, and the noises of mecha tengu fire and conscripts screaming was growing louder. Then her companion waved in her direction, distracting her from the ongoing debate between the two highest placed members of the Soviet Union and then to her shock crafted a holographic screen out of thin air with just his hands.
Inside of it, words appeared.
Empire of the Rising Sun forces are starting to overwhelm Leningrad. If it falls, Soviet morale falls. If Krukov martyrs himself, then morale might rise. Also Cherdenko will milk it. And he *is* trying to kill Krukov because those two really don't like one another. If you take Krukov before their conversation is finished then the Premier is going to panic, might do something stupid. They can't see us anyway. I've got a wave of nanomachines around us making, well, basically a cloak of invisibility.
She boggled at him for only a moment – maybe he was lying, maybe he wasn't, the eggheads were always pulling stuff out of their ass that sounded fantastical these days - before flicking her eyes back towards Krukov. It was excruciating to stand here and not be able to put a bullet in his head for what he'd done over the course of the war, to make him pay for every Soviet atrocity, but she also knew that The Guy might as well be preaching to the choir. She wasn't just a larger battlefield operative; she knew how to do covert operations just as well if not better than him. At least she wasn't a bathrobe and…were those sandals and socks?
"I have full faith in you, Krukov. Do not let Leningrad fall!"
"Damn you, Anatoly!"
Krukov slammed the screen away from him, The Guy let his arm fall, and Tanya moved. As she did so it was not until she'd already entered the room that she realized that her feet were once again making noise. The Russian bastard managed to turn and utter half a curse before she'd pistol whipped him in the nose hard enough to break it and make him start falling out of his chair. Before he could do that however she'd grabbed him by the lapels and the many medals he'd gotten for being a monster and dragged him forward again so she could twist him about and put him in a sleeper hold. To Krukov's credit he managed to get his hand almost to the service pistol at his side before finally passing out.
Total time for her to pull it off…like ten, fifteen seconds.
"Where," she grunted as she dragged Krukov towards me, "Are his guards? The highest ranked member of the Soviet military without his guards doesn't make much sense."
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Honestly? It didn't make much sense to me either. Not really. There should have been like, war bears patrolling the halls and guys who made it from conscript to elite soldier or something like that. Instead the majority of the Leningrad fortress was unoccupied save for the clerical staff and various subordinate Soviet commanders who were barking orders at people. The vast majority of all the Soviet soldiers in the city were a little busy with the whole 'invading Empire forces' thing. The carnage was…considerable even when considering what the Nazi's had pulled off before Einstein killed Hitler in the past. Luckily even the brutal Premier and Krukov had cared enough about the people here that they had gone through the expensive effort of evacuating all of those willing to leave and arming those that wouldn't.
"Uh," I shrugged, "Maybe he sent them away so that they didn't hear him and the Premier screaming at one another? It wouldn't do for them to show such a disunified front in front of the troops."
"Disunified? Is that even a word?"
I shrugged again and drank my hot chocolate.
"Does it matter? We have Krukov, we can go."
In the atmosphere, my satellites re-oriented. Light surrounded the three of us and then we reappeared a few seconds later just about where we started in London. The peacekeepers pretty understandably freaked out a little at the sight of us but Tanya wasn't even bothering with talking to me as she dragged Krukov off. Which I guess I was fine with. It's not like I was looking forward to getting to talk to one of the main actors of the entire conflict, who was spunky and capable of taking on whole armies of infantry and stuff. Savior of the Statue of Liberty. Super spy agent. I mean…
Who would want to talk to someone like that given the opportunity? Besides, why would she have words for someone who could do what I could, like questions about my capabilities or history or anything like that? No one that's who.
"…man whatever."
I drank my hot chocolate.
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Oleg laughed as he clicked his glass against his fellow commander's glass before both of them gleefully downed their vodka. Opposite him Zhana's expression did not even waver once as she drank the wonderful alcohol and instead she merely began refilling their glasses. The wooden table between them was covered with photos of the violence that had ensued only a few hours before as the glorious port of Vladivostok was retaken from the backwards Japanese. Images for the propaganda machine so that the people did not lose hope in their leaders was always necessary and this time around Zhana had taken the liberty of equipping some of her twinblades and fighters with cameras.
"Look at that," Oleg chuckled and tapped at one of the photographs, "Their precious…tsunami tanks, broken apart by true Soviet armor!"
Zhana smiled as she let Oleg talk, cupping her hands to light the cigarette she'd been waiting to light since the battle had ended.
"Smashed! Tsunamis, pah! Natural disasters are one thing, but they are nothing compared to an apocalypse," he tapped the photo again.
To be fair, the sight of a pair of apocalypse tanks filling the street and simply rolling over the blown apart remains of over half a dozen Japanese tanks was a compelling one for those who cared for such things.
"It will be good for the people of the Union to see another true victory," Zhana nodded slightly, leaning back in her chair far enough to put her feet up on the table while weaving her fingers behind her head. "We have been getting beaten back for far too long by the capitalists and these damned Japanese."
"Ah," Oleg sighed, "That is true. But this is only the beginning, Zhana. From here, in Vladivostok, you and I shall wring the neck of this Empire!"
Zhana opened her mouth to speak again before the noise of gunshots reached her ears. Both were immediately on alert, the former conscript already pulling out his pistol while Zhana stood fully while placing a hand to the rifle that had been left on the table. The small room they had retreated to in order to celebrate did not have much to defend themselves with and they had assumed that the guards filling the rest of the building that they had elected to use as their command center would be enough. Neither of the commanders looked at each other as they heard the gunshots come closer.
"An infiltrator," Oleg whispered…badly, his naturally loud voice struggling to quiet itself.
"One of those shinobi, no doubt," Zhana said as she stepped closer to the intercom, her weapon held at her side now. "What's going on out there," she called out, her finger pressed to the system and broadcasting her voice.
The only answer was silence. Zhana raised an eyebrow at Oleg who nodded at her as the two slowly approached the door. A clink from behind them caused both to whirl but by the time that Oleg finished the first half of the word flashbang the device had gone off, blinding the two of them and deafening them at the same time. The device, Zhana would later recall, impossibly seemed to have appeared out of thin air. But before that realization came the knowledge that the door erupted from its frame outwards, pulled by a single hand driven by inhuman strength.
Then neither Zhana nor Oleg knew anything, as a blond haired blur swept into the room.
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Moskvin groaned as he sat upon the toilet.
"Stupid…insolent…next time Oleg sends me borscht through the mail I'm going to torch it," he growled, already imagining the immense violence he would someday inflict on his 'comrade' for performing this prank.
When the door swung open to reveal a man in a bathrobe and a blonde woman with the Allied eagle on her chest, Moskvin did not hesitate. The pistol he always kept at his side even managed to make it half way up before he was kicked in the chest and then struck in the temple and throat hard enough to bring almost immediate unconsciousness.
"...I thought we were taking these guys alive for Bingham? Can't hitting someone in the head like that kill them?"
"Eh," Tanya replied with a shrug as she lifted Moskvin onto her shoulder. "Teleport us already."
They vanished, leaving the Soviet assault upon the Floating Island Fortress within the North Sea leaderless before it had even truly begun.
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Natasha Volkova, deadliest sniper in the world's history, sprang into action the moment she heard her assailant coming. Which was likely earlier than the – ah, American – would have thought. The snow surrounding them made for a beautiful backdrop that Natasha knew would look even better with the red blood of her would-be assassin on it, but there was a small part of her that was annoyed that they were coming for her in the middle of a damned battle. Dislodging the last of the Imperial forces from Europe was a necessity for the survival of the Union and she did not have time to deal with such distractions.
Many people thought that she only knew how to use a sniper rifle. These people were foolish, simple, and often ended up dead. She knew this because she usually killed said people.
In an instant, Natasha knew who she was facing.
Tanya.
Her dark mirror within the corrupt and malign force that was known as the Allies. The woman was silent, a flurry of knife blows coming her way even as Natasha dropped her rifle and flipped backwards – drawing her own knife in the same movement. Normally both would likely be exchanging words but neither did so. In the background the first confused Soviet tanks began to roll forward against the still Japanese-held beach but Natasha had little time to spare for them. She had heard that Moskvin had disappeared but only now did she realize who was likely responsible.
After the failure at Gibraltar and the subsequent breakdown of the potential alliance between the Allies and the Union against the Empire, Natasha had always known that it would be Tanya who would have to face her.
No one else could even try to match her after all.
When a fist struck her in the back of the head from an invisible and soundless source, Natasha did not even have the time to question what was happening before she was unconscious.
"Uh. Yeah. Gonna…gonna have to heal her a bit. Broke her skull and caused some minor brain swelling," The Guy said as he rubbed the back of his head with the same hand he'd used to put down Mother Russia's Greatest Soldier.
"I could have taken her," Tanya groused as a field of light erupted from The Guys palm.
"Yeah, but, my way was faster if we wanted to do non-lethal."
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Anatoly Cherdenko gasped once as an arm appeared from behind him and wrapped around his throat. His fingers strained, his eyes bulged, and his legs kicked out as every part of him fought to stop the sudden assailant. To reach the new experimental Vacuum Imploder designs, to call the guards who were standing just outside to come into his office, to reach his gun or his knife or anything on his desk that he could possibly use. Yet he was dragged along with his chair backwards just enough so that for all his flailing all he accomplished was scuffing his boots on the ground slightly without managing to make a truly significant amount of noise due to the heavy carpeting that he himself had put down only months before.
A few more seconds passed as the pain increased before finally he passed out, the oxygen deprivation taking its toll.
"…I feel like you took a bit longer than you needed to there," said a man who remained securely invisible due to the systems aboard his own body.
"Yeah, well, he deserved it," Tanya snorted. "When do I get a fancy stealth thing like you?"
"Uh, mine is…onboard as it were, so…probably never unless you want to become some kind of cyborg."
"I'm not necessarily opposed to that."
"…huh."
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"This…this device is monstrous," Gregor moaned to himself as he wiped his sweating brow once again. "These self-contained singularities are no better compared to the destruction of a nuclear bomb. Even so," he continued to mumble to himself in his otherwise empty lab, "I would take the latter over it simply because it would mean that I had not played God."
He stammered as he dropped the pencil in his hand, finally forcing himself to stand up and away from the papers and documents before him. The sink. He had to go to the sink and get a glass of water.
"I could go back," he murmured, "I could try to go back. This…Empire should not be, it is my mistake, ooooooggghh," he moaned aloud. "Better for the Union to have fallen than become this, this monstrosity of corruption and death, and this Empire, oh god what have I done…"
"GREGOR ZELINSKY," a voice boomed out, shocking the man into dropping the glass of water he'd just finished filing to crash onto the ground.
From the shadows, strode someone that even a man who spent most of his time inside and in a lab could recognize. Tanya. Of the Allies. Behind her, in the shadows, stood just the outline of a man.
Zelinksy knew how this would go.
He fell to his knees.
"Oh god no, please…please don't kill me…I shouldn't have done it, I know I shouldn't have, please!"
The avenging hand of the Allies came for him, and Zelinksy wept.
"The culmination of all my sins, all our sins, and the Allies are right to want to punish me…"
Tanya very slowly tapped a finger against one of the still holstered pistols at her side.
"I-I," Zelinksy wrung his hands together, "I can…I could join you," he finally yelled, "I could…I would defect, yes? This would…I can try to fix what I have destroyed. I-we can't go back, no, but, forward…maybe?"
Tanya turned her head slightly and looked to the man and raised an eyebrow. The man nodded, and Zelinsky let out a shuddering breath.
"Oh thank you, thank you, please, I-,"
A finger was placed on his lips by the American.
"Shh. Go to sleep."
And then her arms were around his neck.
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Bingham's flabbergasted face was truly something to see, I have to admit. Tanya, on the other hand, had grown more and more smug as we went about our day. On the man's desk she had dropped several files and thick folders chock full of confidential information about troop movements, morale, population centers, technological development, etc. Basically the things you could get if you could literally just appear inside the most secure of locations for an entire nation with impunity with a super spy who knew what to look for. One of which was, of course, the Vacuum Imploder.
And yes I yanked all the information I could get off of the one functional prototype that Zelinsky had helped produce. I had to, Tanya was adamant about planting C4 all over the place and exploding it all so that the Soviets couldn't even use it.
"I…I have no words for what you have delivered us," Bingham finally said, running a hand over his head. "To decapitate the entire Soviet Union in a single day, and destroy their only working prototype of this terrible machine of theirs, it's incredible!"
"Don't forget," Tanya wiggled her finger at one of the larger piles of documents, "All this information on the Iron Curtain tech. How long have our people been trying to figure that out?"
Which was also interesting on its own. It was a twisting of particles in a way to make physics itself weep which provided the invulnerability field and its strange characteristic red glow. It needed a specific makeup of materials too to keep it from tearing apart molecules. Specifically metal and plastics or whatever. But infantry couldn't stand it for some reason unless I suppose they were fully encased in various materials that the field interacted positively with. More so even then the Tesla troopers.
Either way. Two more 'superweapons' added to the things within my disposal. Miniaturizing them and biggafiying them would be something to look into later on. How cool would it be to shoot tiny singularities out of my hands or do the same with an invincible shield? Or…kill people, I guess. If they weren't in a building or a tank. God the way the particles turned into a sticky goop that left no trace behind so people could walk around things that were affected was just weird.
"Uh, hey," I waved my hand to get their attention, "By the by, do not mention me. To like, anybody. Make Tanya take all the credit, or Allied special teams if you want. I don't care. But only three people here…and those peacekeepers outside I guess…and anyone they might have told…well shit."
Fuck.
I am terrible at OpSec.
"But no one else," I finally rallied, "Especially not the President of the United States."
"What? Why," Tanya crossed her arms, "He's probably going to want to like, immortalize you and give you every medal he possibly can for taking down the communists like this."
"Well," I took a sip of my hot chocolate, "For one, he's actually a robot being controlled by the Empire of the Rising Sun's Crown Prince Tatsu since like…his election."
Bingham's mouth flapped like a fish. Tanya didn't seem quite sure what to do with her face.
"…what?"
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- Location
- Wall Gazing
Truer words have never been spoken.
Massgamer
Advance toward the Future
- Location
- The Future
Truly you drop bombs bigger than anything you can make with just words.
Evonix
Aspiring Lovecraft antagonist.
- Location
- Canada to 2 sigmas
The doctor is an interesting case, he is a hypocrite, while he would never kill he's willing to cause/not prevent people dying if it's absolutely necessary, the difference is what lets him sleep at night.
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Yeah, well, I can earnestly say that at this point The Guy, and The Network in general, are so incredibly distinct from who I might have been at the start of the story that while I might not - The Guy is easily willing to straight up shoot someone in the face or pulp their brain with his super robot strength or whatever if he thinks it'll work.
Generic_Generica
Notice me Senpai~
- Location
- Right behind you
As it turns out killing all your kids in a war that destroyed most of a galaxy really does wonders for your mental health.
Oh and the whole 'Getting dumped into a self-replicating brutally efficient mechanism of war' thing.
Also the whole 'I know ROB is fucking with me and ROB knows I know and I know ROB knows I know' and it's turtles all the way down.
Oh and the whole 'Getting dumped into a self-replicating brutally efficient mechanism of war' thing.
Also the whole 'I know ROB is fucking with me and ROB knows I know and I know ROB knows I know' and it's turtles all the way down.