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A New Generation of Gods

Chris:

Chris felt ashamed at himself for his outburst of truth. He shouldn’t be telling these people about his sister, how was it any of their damn business. It was his life, they couldn’t care less, he already knew that. Shamed changed into embarrassment then anger when his science teacher suggest following the weird kid.

How the hell could any of this be real, it made no sense. Chris hadn’t enough practice in the social arts for this situation, though in truth he doubted any amount of practice could’ve prepared him. This was just beyond...beyond all comprehension. It was like he was inside an Iron Maiden song or something.

Wait!

That was it! He was listening to his music in class, maybe he just fell asleep? Bruce Dickenson sung about dreams so vipid they seemed real. That must be what this was, he thought to himself as he started to follow the trail of people further into the woods. Though somehow, in the back of his mind where he didn’t have to address it, he knew it wasn’t a dream.

He found the people converging near a waterfall where the odd boy sat on a rock. He looked even younger than his little sister. All dressed up like he was cosplaying a jedi or something. Yet, for being so young and dressed so weird, he commanded a chaotic attention in the gathered people. They were all slinging questions and probing for answers yet the boy sat calmly, unhurried by their confusion.

Chris found a tree, close enough to witness the event that was gathering here yet far enough away so he could find a sort of tranquility. He hoped this would end quickly, he was already starting to tire of a few of the louder or more unruly participants in this converging.

One by One

He may just at that. Then it's up to Jenkins to avenged him...

One by One

"Show for Children?" Warren Gates asked, surprised at the mans lack of scope. Why, if he aimed for children however could he get money from them. No, best to market for adults with disposable income and large gas tanks. "I don't believe I've seen it. But then again, I'm usually busy. I run Warren & Co. We started out as a simple oil company but after the war with the Viet Cong it became dreadfully clear that we had to branch out. Now our biggest contractor is the US and, surprisingly, Armenian military. Business keeps you busy, you know how it is, right champ?"

Mr. Gates glanced over at the new comer to the conversation. Another African-American, younger than he or George but older than the one he had shook hands with already. The younger one was off flirting with one of the girls. Terribly young all of them, stinking of unearned money and cheap thrills. Use to be a time when Warren would lust after such despicable tastes but his father made sure to beat it out of him young. His dad use to say, why chase after something that you could just pay for?

"Why, I've known Geoff for years, his father and my own served overseas pushing the Heinies back. When he passed - twenty-six? No, twenty-seven years now - I was reacquainted with Geoff and he's been a client of Warren & Co. ever since." Warren spoke, not stopping between sentences; showing surprising lung power for a life long smoker. He extended the cigar he offered George to the young Van Der Holt. " Strong family name you have there son, cigar?"

A New Generation of Gods

I just realized I'm in another game with you Dragon. haha, small forum.

One by One

I'm loving Gates. He is the opposite of me in real life. I'm trying to figure out how I can edit him into one of my novels.

A New Generation of Gods

It's a goddamned shame, so far this game has been amazing and it can only get better.

A New Generation of Gods

Where is everyone :(

One by One

Mr. Gates spoke with his chauffeur for a minute before the man drove away, coughing from the cigar smoke. He turned to see a young African-American - or whatever they call themselves these days - talking to an older gentlemen. Mr. Gates walked over and gave the older man a powerful clap on the back.
“May, aren’t I glad to see someone more dignified here. What is it with Geoff and this ramble.” he said, one hand gesturing to the thing falling out of her limo.
One hand shot out to shake the man’s hand, a firm shake the man hadn’t been prepared to return. Then the same for the younger gentlemen with him.
“I dare say, where are my manners?” he produced two cigars from an inside pocket and handed them over to his two social victims, “Here, finest cigars on Earth; each has been infused with rare cognac, a box of these costs $15,000.”

Starfall | Below A Thousand Shadows

Shadow, cloak engaged, slid through the doorway to 33. Low to the ground he crept silently towards the corner of 32 to peer around. His blade in hand ready to lash out the second it was needed.

The sound of shots coming from below him almost made him jump. What the hell were they doing down there, they’d bring the entire base down on them! Shadow backtracked from his perch by 32 to the south hallway of 33. If the guard there decided to have himself a look down in 51, he would take him from behind with a blade.

One by One

I'm hoping there's enough time before we start dying to really get a feel for the characters.