The mercenary who's been putting holes in blooddrinkers - Vector - 5/5/06

**Malphas**

I have come to the conclusion that humans--the awoken ones, at any rate--are quite insane.

They don't begin that way. Indeed not. Asleep in their pods, dreaming humdrum "lives," they are the very epitome of sanity. But then, for whatever reason, some of them are woken up, and removed from the safety of their artificial wombs. After which, they all become, sooner or later, quite mad.

What is the General's excuse, then? As a program, he has not the excuse of the awakened mind; yet what other than madness can explain his sending a mercenary, and considerable foot soldiers, after my blood-drinkers, at a time when he ought to be using all his strength to prepare his defenses against the Machines?

Then again, perhaps the explanation is more mundane. Perhaps this goon of his, this thug, this "Portman," simply didn't get the memo. At any rate, he persisted in picking off my blood-drinkers one by one. Oh, I didn't know this at the time. I knew only that I was losing members of my brood singly, swiftly, silently. Who could be both foolish and skilled enough to do such a thing? Then I found a mysterious carrier signal near the site of the most recent violence, and a spoor. A man, and a powerful one. Working alone. A hired killer; I could almost smell his methodical mind.

Well, I certainly am not fool enough to send my valuable spawn charging headfirst at an unknown, waiting foe. No, this required a third party. Someone willing to throw their life away at my orders. Ah. The humans.

As I was saying, they are quite, quite insane. We can blame this state, I think, on their technology that allows them to cheat death time and time again by cutting their hovercraft signal just as their digital representation perishes. This leads, inevitably, to a feeling of immortality. They place little value on their lives within the simulation. And yet, they are itching for some novelty, something to occupy them, as they've already used their code hacks to exploit every standard pleasure available to them.

Perfect agents, then, of my revenge. I had little to do but point them at the carrier signal and they were off in a flash, tracing the signal, tearing the city up high and low in their mad rush to find their hypothetical target.

And find him they did. Find him, and hound him across the city, chasing him mercilessly over rooftops, through back alleys. He had no chance. Did he realize then, unhappy tool, that his master had abandoned him? He could call upon commando program reserves, but he obviously had no other recourse, no-one to call who could save him. Perhaps he tried, and the General answered, and gravely told him that it was up to him to form his own contingency plan. Did he curse the General's name as he ran for his life through piles of refuse? I like to think that he did.

Whatever he was, and whatever his feelings, his reserve commandos could not stave off my berserk humans for long, and finally, knee-deep in the bodies of his own ineffective plan B, he fell, his final cares dismissed by a coup de grâce from one of my dervishes, a certain "Vtech01."

Where are you now, Portman, once so mighty? So much digital dust, a victim of insanity. Didn't you know, my poor fool, that the universe winds down to chaos?

**Tseng.**

Ghostwise

Hah. Man that was cool. I especially liked Portman's,"Hey, What's that over there?" HJ!!!

**Villemar_MxO**

I'm glad they caught the screeny showing me having found him first and my faction initially interrogating him above Beryl's office. "Hey look over there!!" LOL Nice try Portman. Have fun pushing up daisys. Kudos again to VTech for landing the killing blow.

**Villemar_MxO**

lol we had the same thought Ghostwise....and thanks to Tseng for his brilliant, as always, uber-photjournalist skillz.

**Rarebit**

Niiiice shots, Tseng. I just knew you were lying in wait.

Wait... Just like Portman. OMG!~

**Xeros**

I especially enjoy the views of the piles of tin-cans. A testament to those who wish to attack the Merovingian. Able soldiers, eh Zion?

**MxO-Insertion**

heh, It was a fine game of cat & mouse...

**Madbent**

Good job Mervs!!

Glad to see you have an event.

and make sure you /thankMLfornotcallingazergandruiningitwhileitwasgoingonasitwasnotinasecurelocation

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Spekt

I wasn't aware that seraph was a zionists, nor that you and the zion hored was even aware of what was going on.

I was clearly wrong though huh.

:robottongue:

**EndlessVoid**

I can't believe they fell for that "Hey, look over there!" trick...
... At least some redemption can be sought in the fact that they managed to finish their target off...
Not to mention that pile of Commando bodies.

- Void

((Some of those shots are just beautiful! Nice job.))

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**Chimaere**

Yes, it was very nice to be at this event. The hunt for Portman, the masses of commandos.... :smileyhappy:

But it is a pitty, that it was soooo late in the night or soooo early in the morning for me and others from europe. I went to bed at 4:30 in the morning...

Make the events more than just one time, if you can´t make them earlier, p - l - e - a - s -e!

Best wishes,

Chimaere

Nathics

Malphas, what path would be opened, and which closed for those who accept your 'gift'? Perhaps your mind may spill light upon such thoughts of ours?

RockyB

Wow, that looked pretty **bleep** good. Especially the massive piles of bodies.

Some of those later shots deserve to be put on DN1

Dv01D

Yup, pretty good mini-event.

My thanks to the Live Events Team.