Markofkri

You are alone

Listening to the Idea of gathering the Jason's with the heavy loaders was not the greatest of ideas. "That would be bad, the heavy loaders were not made to be delicate they firmly hold them they would probably break some bones or worse. The arm design was for lifting and handling crates with significant weight. The hydroponics started at a dead lift/ grip of one hundred and twenty pounds of direct pressure to hold a crate. The human body only can withstand fifteen pounds of direct pressure to the largest bone before breaking." It was part of the safety training he took seriously after they showed the slides of mishaps.

He recalled the Jason and how even as a clone he still loved her. "He told me some personal things about the "Prime" and how she made him feel but the betrayal was deep and he had to kill you to stop the spread of clones. He does love you when not confronted with the sight of you." He folded his arms across his chest. He knew that was not easy to hear. Maybe this clone could process it better. She did seem more together then the real one. Maybe.

"To get him drunk took a funnel and a bottle of good scotch. These clones don't do to well on the stuff. I've never seen alcohol hit someone so fast. Not even five minutes he was drunk, really drunk. The things he rambled about incoherent and a jumble but when the sentence made sense it was about the two of you."

"Ill go rout the control to a terminal in your lab from the AI core. There you can try codes until you find one that works." He left not wanting to know if the science would bring about a break sending her on a path of destruction or force her to make another clone. He just wanted to get away from the room. Chris saw the look she had as Dorothy spoke about the lab and the tests. He saw it in other faces on the station....

The Tribe

The leader of this pack looked young and ambitious. He was missing an ear and held a spiked mace for crushing his opponents. A high pitched yelp and a direct charge was the first move. He wore no armor just a spiked gauntlet on the other hand not holding the mace. This leader was in no way fast compared to you his swings were wild and slow but deliberate as he would use the swing not for the attack but a counter weight creating a spin for the spiked glove that just barely missed your head. This was his technique the main weapon was in fact the spiked gauntlet. His strikes were more precise with the left lighter hand aiming for your head or forward leg. Unfortunately you were fast enough to not make this a contest as you could easily dodge the mace and still have time to be out of the way of the glove. Only leaving the issue of getting close enough to make a strike yourself without getting hit by either of his weapons.

The dark heart +18 mature/viloence/language

Sitting on the couch with the electronic off the house felt smaller as the thought of the whole world crashing down on you made your chest tight. There was no warning and yet there was a man standing next to the couch. He wore sunglasses a very expensive suit and a dark green tie. "No need to run. I'm still in the box and your laying on the floor. It's been a long time since I've possessed this munch power. Thanks in part to your lovely friend. Now you will need me as did your entire family. The business world is cruel and you now have more unseen enemies in far away lands. I have the power to do munch in your service more then before. Think globally. Of course no matter how strong I become the only way for me to act is by being worn. The stress of the news and your new cage brought me to you. Perhaps as a sign of faith I could restore Vivian's face. The one you kicked in." He shrugs. Your friends waking you. We'll talk again when your more in need."

The dark heart +18 mature/viloence/language

Dark love interest it is. XD

I kid of course. It will be a cloud with a silver lining.

The dark heart +18 mature/viloence/language

Was thinking of going dark again and adding stress to the story. Or would like more time to play?

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Hi. My question would be, what topic are you more interested in then the others? I would rather not pic one that has thread copies on the topic.

Looking for a 4th. (ThatWeirdChick/Markofkri)

Christian

"Shhh. Oh my head. Jason was in one of his party moods but I was already drunk. We drank and did shots off of you then well it got kind of fuzzy for me. You?"

Looking for a 4th. (ThatWeirdChick/Markofkri)

The next morning Jayson was gone by the time you awoke and Christian was still in the bed hiding from the light getting past the blinds.

The Tribe

Deillia listened to your words and smiled softly. She closed her eyes and rested. The air was filled with the stench of the swamp and the rotting meal of the spider woman. The goblins disappeared as they dragged the lizard off in the direction you sent them. The air was still chilled as the sun hung in the sky providing little warmth. Wind blew and and the trees with only the tiny green buds of leaves waved against the force. Above drifted a a island at least a few acres with smaller islands in tow. Soon the sun started its decent to the west and the islands drifted out of view.

The scent was the first to tell you the wait was over and your Gnolls were coming. your eyes caught a small pack (8)chasing some dear. They had hit one with a short spear slowing it down a rope connected to an unlucky Gnoll being dragged along the ground. The sounds they made mimicked laughter as they continued pursuit unaware of the two of you.

You are alone

"Sorry I don't mean to offend. I have just been running for my life and trying to make sure none of the Jason's did any serious damage to the station." He tried to give a look of reassurance but he was just too tired from being on edge. he listened to the description of the data stick and without thinking put his foot in his mouth. "Why not destroy that thing? It would be better if you weren't tempted by Pandora's box. You didn't do it but your carrying a weapon just like me."

Chris thought for a moment and tapped his finger against the trigger guard of the stun gun. "Without reweilding the door shut I don't think there really is a humane way to handle the Jason's. You would still have to feed them and give them hygiene facilities. They might not attack you if you changed your appearance but I'm no expert in psychotic behavior. I think leaving them in command and going to the AI core would be less of a risk." He caught himself biting his nails on his free hand in nervous tension. "They have attacked me. I don't even know why they never seem to want to talk. I captured one once and all he could do was struggle and tell me how munch he wanted to kill me. I even got him drunk and all the Jason would do was pine over you. Talking about how the tears made him mad and how it was your fault and how he wanted to kill me."

Chris walked to the door and turned to you. He checked the stun gun and looked up with a concerned face. "Shall we?"