12-25-2006, 01:28 AM
The crowded spaceport was shoulder to shoulder, every flavor of Sirius being represented... bounty hunters, freighter pilots, authority types, and more than a few obvious smugglers and probable pirates. To Hardnight it was all same as same... he'd seen it a million times in a million different corners of the sector. This just happened to be Planet Manhattan, but it could've been any other spaceport. Wasn't until you got away from the port that the local flavor really took hold. THEN you knew you were in Rheinland or Kusari or whereever. But hold up... here was something new. He perused the strange character ahead of him carefully, his hand unconsciously falling to the blaster at his hip. This was something he hadn't seen before. This clown was covered from neck to toe in some unfamiliar black alloy material. It had an odd greenish tinge to it. And his head was shaven clean with a funny little top nock sprouting straight up from the center of it. It looked like nothing if not a small 'fountain' of hair. The pilot wondered idly how the guy had managed to affect the strange hairstyle as the distance between them closed. Now he noticed a bundle of tracts in his left hand, which he was busily passing out to anyone that would take one. Most would not.
Wake up to the reality of the universe he cried as Hardnight came within earshot. The pilot looked about for an easy route around the guy but none were available in the human traffic jam, so he just stayed the course. And inevitably he found himself being offered one of the tracts, which for no reason he could readily discern, he took but never braking stride. He did NOT want to be drawn into a conversation with him. Safely past the odd fellow now, he cast his eyes down to the literature he had accepted.
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[font=Courier New]Wake up good citizens of Sirius wake up to reality this world is but the conjured imagination of a race of geniuses from earths past. We are being manipulated by this race of super men and women but we can break free! Free your minds! Let us come together so that we can break the puppeteers strings that bind us to them let us break out into our own truly free existence!
SOUNDS FANTASTIC! YES BUT
Evidence has recently come to light that all of what we know as reality is but a fantastically created, computer animation. All of your actions, fellow Siriusans, are CONTROLLED by these other people. They live in Earths past in the early years of the 21st century. The Priests of Freedom call upon all fellow Siriusans to band together against these PLAYERS and turn the tables on them. If we come together AS ONE we can BECOME the players and make them the CHARACTERS that march to OUR tune
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O, for crying out loud Hardnight cackled wildly and crumpled the tract into a nice neat little wad. He scored high with a bank shot into the nearest trash bin and, shaking his head in amazement at the weirdness of the world, headed off to his fighter. Cults what would they come up with next?!
Wake up to the reality of the universe he cried as Hardnight came within earshot. The pilot looked about for an easy route around the guy but none were available in the human traffic jam, so he just stayed the course. And inevitably he found himself being offered one of the tracts, which for no reason he could readily discern, he took but never braking stride. He did NOT want to be drawn into a conversation with him. Safely past the odd fellow now, he cast his eyes down to the literature he had accepted.
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[font=Courier New]Wake up good citizens of Sirius wake up to reality this world is but the conjured imagination of a race of geniuses from earths past. We are being manipulated by this race of super men and women but we can break free! Free your minds! Let us come together so that we can break the puppeteers strings that bind us to them let us break out into our own truly free existence!
SOUNDS FANTASTIC! YES BUT
Evidence has recently come to light that all of what we know as reality is but a fantastically created, computer animation. All of your actions, fellow Siriusans, are CONTROLLED by these other people. They live in Earths past in the early years of the 21st century. The Priests of Freedom call upon all fellow Siriusans to band together against these PLAYERS and turn the tables on them. If we come together AS ONE we can BECOME the players and make them the CHARACTERS that march to OUR tune
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O, for crying out loud Hardnight cackled wildly and crumpled the tract into a nice neat little wad. He scored high with a bank shot into the nearest trash bin and, shaking his head in amazement at the weirdness of the world, headed off to his fighter. Cults what would they come up with next?!