I decided to make my own discord server just for the shake of it. Still looking for admins and shit to host it. I don't really wish to use the server for anything at all but just to shitpost and play games. If your interested than join @ Station Engineer.
I awake from Cryo, not too old, not too young. I'm greeted by another person.
The station is dark and cold. It is empty and lonely. Rumours that a killer clown with an axe had been loosed accidentally.
Little sounds echo through the station.
I am not alone.
I go down to suit up and setup solar power.
I can only hear my own breath, when the lights go on.
Someone else has set up the power?
I walk this darkened station, torch in hand.
I'm asked to look around the maintenance shafts for items.
Torch in hand, I crawl around, terrified of the clown or something lurking around the corner.
I find medical kits and batteries, and vital equipment.
I leave the shaft and find a doctor. She is bloodied and beaten.
I take her to medbay, and witness them strap her to an insane chair.
I crawl back in to rescue a cloning technician from her own pod.
I crawl around to repair vital areas of the station, all whilst afraid of that clown.
Meteor alerts yell out across the station as shields are put up.
Little rumors of a traitor abroad the station.
The Charon arrives, with plenty of ore.
Such is life abroad the orbital shuttle.
The traitor is found and singled out.
Will TNC come to recover us?
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Re: Evergreen tales - pleasure and pain nsfw
Unread postby J_Madison » Mon Aug 28, 2017 11:58 am #331247
Merchant.
Goods for sale.
I order the basic needs of every fortress dweller.
Bags and money bags.
Sheaths for daggers, knives, and swords, and quivers.
I am a man of business.
And my business needs protecting.
Bums bum around near my freighter train.
They arrive here, and bum around.
Food they beg. Money they beg.
None for them.
Bums aren't human.
One bum sneaks his way onto my freighter.
The crates are locked.
Bums aren't human.
They don't deserve to be here.
I draw my sword. It was a considerable investment.
I grip it with both hands, and with a mighty force I swing it at his leg.
The blade passes through, cutting arteries and breaking it.
I bring the blade onto his other leg as be begins to crawl away.
Screams echo out of the station.
I am bathed in his blood.
Bums aren't human.
He crawls away desperately, heavily bleeding.
Bums aren't human.
I shove my sword toward his neck and land on his chest. Shattering his ribs.
Bums aren't human.
He dies now.
A few eyes glint toward us. I have little time.
Bums aren't human.
With a twirl, my blade glistens on his throat.
Slitting it.
Only gurgles come forth him as I make a dash back toward my freighter train.
Bums aren't human.
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