Post by halonachos on Aug 30, 2014 20:13:59 GMT
"This all started out relatively easy enough," a smooth voice spoke into a recorder from a large and rather elegant chair, "you see when I was younger people were much easier to manipulate and coerce. They believed in these silly things; religions, superstitions, magic, et cetera, et cetera and if you had enough tricks up your sleeves then you could have them eating out of your palm with ease. They wouldn't doubt you as earning, no deserving, the right to rule over them. The right to impose your will upon their pitiful little existences and even better yet, these peasants actually felt enjoyment from carrying out my bidding."
The figure speaking paused as it took up a wine glass and took a long draw from the viscous fluid within.
"Then times changed, people became disillusioned and jaded with any sort of trickery. Then these religious orders began to set out to 'liberate' anyone who had a hint of respect towards me and my ilk." The figure scoffed, "Liberate? Free? Ha! All they did was bring about their own demise. One order would rise up and last for a decade, a champion would arise and then be found laying dead in some forsaken sty where nobody would even care to look. Zealot after zealot would crumple to my whim and become nothing more besides an evening's entertainment. So called 'hunters', proud of their work would take down a werewolf or a vampire kingpin and believe that they had accomplished something so great that it could not be outdone. Then they would try me and, well the screams of someone who thinks themselves so righteous have a slightly different ring to them than that of the average fodder."
"But this was a new age, ah yes quite a new age." the figure began to pick up tempo in his speech, "Humans found out about the others, they waged war against them, and nearly destroyed them. I sat and watched as fires burned ancient cities, as life was snuffed out, creatures who had lived for thousands of years could not be saved for all of the knowledge that they had accrued over many lifetimes, and this new age began. It's sickening to see to be quite honest, my kin bowing down to a far inferior species, but I adapted and I overcame. You see the humans thought they had triumphed and that they had quelled any sort of resistance, yet they still act the same as they had those millenia ago. This, this so called 'MRPD'," the figure's hands visibly motioned in mockery, "was just another order. Another faction who's champions would flounder and who's foundation would crumble into nothingness. I had seen countless other just like them rise and collapse into the void of history. I remember that day, reading the local newspaper and seeing a small article congratulating the graduation of a new class. Several humans, all of them looking rather delicious, some traitorous members of my own ilk, and some hounds that actually knew how to read. Oh how proud they looked in their new uniforms, I knew what I had to do at that point... yes the thought was almost instant. New pawns to keep the game fresh, after all the old ones were becoming quite the bore."
--------------------------------MRPD HQ, Viridian Bay, Upper Viridian Bay----------------------------------------------
"Alright rookies," a gruff voice called out, "my name is Arthur Brandt, you will call me 'sir' for the duration of this drill. You have all applied for a position in this most amazing and rewarding entity and as such you have to prove that you have what it takes to fit in with the rest of us. We have some applicants from every species and you all should know that the standards are different for the obstacle course for each species, if you don't remember the times you need to hit then I suggest walking out that front door and trying again next year because I can't be bothered to remind you scrubs every second.". Arthur looked down at his clipboard, "Standard course, run, shoot, climb, carry a dummy, shoot again, climb, and then we get to hit you with a hose."
"Hose isn't part of the course anymore." another voice called out from the office behind Arthur.
"What do you mean there's no hose?" Arthur shouted back.
"Water shorted out an exo, guy still isn't walking straight." the voice replied.
"Oh, damn, well then..." Arthur paused, "I liked the hose. Well anyways you scrubs have some time until we make you run the course, make yourselves comfy." he motioned towards the very uncomfortable looking chairs that lined the wall. "Vamps check your suits for holes and humans please make sure your exo isn't leaking or doing anything funny."
"They shouldn't have exos on Arthur." the voice replied.
"The hose cause that?" Arthur asked.
"No, chief wants people that can pass the course on their own, not ones that need exos to pass the course." the voice called back.
"Okay then, humans make sure your exos are not on I guess. You know what, let me go over the course parameters again with somebody..." Arthur said as he scratched the back of his head, "So why can't I use the hose if they aren't using exos?" he asked as his voice echoed distantly in the hallway. The cadets remained in the room alone and left to their own devices.
--OOC: Feel free to chat and stuff--
The figure speaking paused as it took up a wine glass and took a long draw from the viscous fluid within.
"Then times changed, people became disillusioned and jaded with any sort of trickery. Then these religious orders began to set out to 'liberate' anyone who had a hint of respect towards me and my ilk." The figure scoffed, "Liberate? Free? Ha! All they did was bring about their own demise. One order would rise up and last for a decade, a champion would arise and then be found laying dead in some forsaken sty where nobody would even care to look. Zealot after zealot would crumple to my whim and become nothing more besides an evening's entertainment. So called 'hunters', proud of their work would take down a werewolf or a vampire kingpin and believe that they had accomplished something so great that it could not be outdone. Then they would try me and, well the screams of someone who thinks themselves so righteous have a slightly different ring to them than that of the average fodder."
"But this was a new age, ah yes quite a new age." the figure began to pick up tempo in his speech, "Humans found out about the others, they waged war against them, and nearly destroyed them. I sat and watched as fires burned ancient cities, as life was snuffed out, creatures who had lived for thousands of years could not be saved for all of the knowledge that they had accrued over many lifetimes, and this new age began. It's sickening to see to be quite honest, my kin bowing down to a far inferior species, but I adapted and I overcame. You see the humans thought they had triumphed and that they had quelled any sort of resistance, yet they still act the same as they had those millenia ago. This, this so called 'MRPD'," the figure's hands visibly motioned in mockery, "was just another order. Another faction who's champions would flounder and who's foundation would crumble into nothingness. I had seen countless other just like them rise and collapse into the void of history. I remember that day, reading the local newspaper and seeing a small article congratulating the graduation of a new class. Several humans, all of them looking rather delicious, some traitorous members of my own ilk, and some hounds that actually knew how to read. Oh how proud they looked in their new uniforms, I knew what I had to do at that point... yes the thought was almost instant. New pawns to keep the game fresh, after all the old ones were becoming quite the bore."
--------------------------------MRPD HQ, Viridian Bay, Upper Viridian Bay----------------------------------------------
"Alright rookies," a gruff voice called out, "my name is Arthur Brandt, you will call me 'sir' for the duration of this drill. You have all applied for a position in this most amazing and rewarding entity and as such you have to prove that you have what it takes to fit in with the rest of us. We have some applicants from every species and you all should know that the standards are different for the obstacle course for each species, if you don't remember the times you need to hit then I suggest walking out that front door and trying again next year because I can't be bothered to remind you scrubs every second.". Arthur looked down at his clipboard, "Standard course, run, shoot, climb, carry a dummy, shoot again, climb, and then we get to hit you with a hose."
"Hose isn't part of the course anymore." another voice called out from the office behind Arthur.
"What do you mean there's no hose?" Arthur shouted back.
"Water shorted out an exo, guy still isn't walking straight." the voice replied.
"Oh, damn, well then..." Arthur paused, "I liked the hose. Well anyways you scrubs have some time until we make you run the course, make yourselves comfy." he motioned towards the very uncomfortable looking chairs that lined the wall. "Vamps check your suits for holes and humans please make sure your exo isn't leaking or doing anything funny."
"They shouldn't have exos on Arthur." the voice replied.
"The hose cause that?" Arthur asked.
"No, chief wants people that can pass the course on their own, not ones that need exos to pass the course." the voice called back.
"Okay then, humans make sure your exos are not on I guess. You know what, let me go over the course parameters again with somebody..." Arthur said as he scratched the back of his head, "So why can't I use the hose if they aren't using exos?" he asked as his voice echoed distantly in the hallway. The cadets remained in the room alone and left to their own devices.
--OOC: Feel free to chat and stuff--