Tales of the Admins

[kingvaillant]

Still half asleep, in a slumber and drunken glory that even heroes of the old world such a C.Sheen cannot beat, he gets off his bed, bottle of whisky still held firmly in hand. Vigil against his throat and epic morning headache, the liquid soothes away the pain and inconvenience of a biological liver and circulatory system after a few gulps of the remaining ounces of the bottle.

Being dizy, a simple inconvenience he thinks, he flips... rather clumsily... the bottle in his hand to hold it upside down and in a proud effort and short moment of glory, throws the bottle like a knife at the waste evacuation hole set in the wall... or at least...tries to. He in fact hit instead the sole lamp providing lighting to his windowless room... which was in fact not even standing in the same way.

Swearing in a language known only in Gallia, he then tries to find a way out of his room, toward the hatch. Ultimately, he fails as he stumble on a big crate left on the ground. He did not know why the crate was there, nor who left it there, or why. Lying on the floor, gathering himself, the man suddenly realize why he has awakened...

"HASSELHOFF!!!!!!!!" He yells out loud at the speakers and with much efforts he reaches the hatch... or rather, crashes in it, and finally finds light on the other side. He then gets on his leg to walk the 5 minute distance toward the room where the communication console is.

... 30 minutes later.

King blasts the room's door, with explosives stashed in the first aid boxes spread around the ship, his idea, and then storms into the room... naked.

The sight was... a marvel. A huge graffiti saying something about ruling the world and burning fools was painted on the window...or so he thought. He smiled at once, feeling empowered in his naked grandeur. After a few moments of contemplation at the message written on the window, he sought the console playing music and smashed on it until it got a song that suited him better. The song, luckily, was from one of his favorite artist of the old world.

Turning his head to see behind him he lost his footing and fell on his back. At this point, King noticed the weird robot with a pig face being displayed on its head. He crawled...slowly... toward the bot and tied him with an auxiliary cable 100ft long and plugged the bot to the console...thus sending music to the person controlling the machine.

He then collapsed on the floor, drunk, naked, with girls singing and moaning in the background music

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Director of the Liberty Security Force: Fidelity, Bravery and Integrity

The Amundsen Zone-21 Restrictions