The Demiurge Confederacy : Machinist Privateerism (Heavy RP)

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Like the sunbeams from a perfect summer day...

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**Eleutherophobia** · 02/24/2008 16:26:20

From the New Antigone Manifesto:

"...service to the cause of Zion, its council, and its military command, we,
the captains of the Hovercraft Lethe, Fawkes, Hestia, and Muse do, as of this moment, deny our attachment to Zion,
and establish the sovereign dominion of New Antigone.
We reserve the ownership of all Zion property, including the aforementioned hovercraft.
We bequeath all abandoned property to Captain Alexis of the Hovercraft Ephialtes..."

Jordan "Alexis" Vasquez, and the crew of the Ephialtes were taken prisoner, tortured, and hanged less than seven days after the signing of the historic document.

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Rudy's on the midway
And Jacob's in the hole
The monkey's on the ladder
The devil shovels coal
With crows as big as airplanes
The lion has three heads
And someone will eat the skin that he sheds
And the earth died screaming
The earth died screaming
While I lay dreaming of you

Well hell doesn't want you
And heaven is full
Bring me some water
Put it in this skull
I walk between the raindrops
Wait in Bug House Square
And the army ants
They leave nothin' but the bones
And the earth died screaming
While I lay dreaming of you

There was thunder
There was lightning
Then the stars went out
And the moon fell from the sky
It rained mackerel
It rained trout
And the great day of wrath has come
And here's mud in your big red eye
The poker's in the fire
And the locusts take the sky
And the earth died screaming
While I lay dreaming of you

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Each was a bright man. Each was a bright man.

In a horizon of the same. In a horizon of the same. In a horizon of the same. In a horizon of the same. In a horizon of the same.

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**Eleutherophobia** · 03/27/2008 16:12:57

You have [one] new voice message...

Tenshi

(( :O thats a hawt piccy ))

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Remember?

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.eciton reven uoY

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The Demiurge Confederacy: Not based on the bad guys from any other piece of media.

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See above.

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Just a handful of nighthawks getting coffee at the diner.

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“Y’uh won’ believe this,” Ooidal spat, a grin hanging limply from his gnarled teeth. “Th’call’s comin’ from Eh-reh-won.” The words leaked from his lips like soured milk.

Erehwon was a shining example of Zion’s former ambition, a settlement founded just after the war had come to a close, under the principle that the machines would never expect a second colony to be able to sustain life. The entire city reeked of sulfur, sweat, and hand-rolled cigarettes. Even now, its inhabitants closed their eyes believing full well that Zion would prevail: not the radical conviction of a few young revolutionaries, but the faith that comes from a life of fighting hard for a cause.

They did not like strangers.

“What do you think?” asked Domino, her voice unwavering, and her dull, dead eyes glued to the controls splayed akimbo in front of her. An arm darted between the buttons and levers expertly as she waited for an answer.

“Non lo gradisco,” Systemic startled both of them, leaning comfortably on the corrugated side of a tiny hatch that led to an unseen blackness. “It’s not a good idea at all. Erehwon é pericoloso.” Her thick accent gave the words a warm, trustworthy appeal that made it seem like she was always telling the truth.

“I t’ing we’re headin’ t’uh pick ‘dis kid’dup.” Ooidal shot Domino a commanding nod, and glanced toward the brat, her ratty red hair like a sunflower stemming from the long metal spike in the back of her skull. Eleuterophobia was in the simulation, headed to some *CENSORED*-poor kitchen in Chinatown on a call. She would live to regret it.

“Out of the frying pan,” Domino almost smiled, the most emotion she had shown since they had rescued her from New Antigone, “and into the fire.”

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Augustus has not spoken for five years. Morpheus, that scum, sent his wife to her death looking for another savior. “Third time’s the charm,” she had said with a withering smile before he had rammed the spike into her cranial jack. It had been raining, evidently, and three agents in an old black sedan had little trouble running their car off the side of a bridge.

He had watched in horror as the trio of mathematically perfect men hammered rounds into the sinking vehicle, hitting the fuel-line and sending explosive, fatal bubbles rippling through the river.

Morpheus accepted it with a sheepish, tired shrug, and fell asleep morning the bruise on his ego. Augustus was jailed for treason after breaking three of the man’s ribs, and doing a number on his jaw. After that, there never seemed to be anything worth talking about.

Two years later, in the prison’s mess hall, he had silently raised his hand when a call was made for volunteers to pioneer Erehwon’s settlement. Along with the most hardened, monstrous, terrible people Zion could find, he was shipped to the foreboding boonies, handed a shovel, and told to dig.

What choice did he have? He dug.