Romanoffia
Garde à l'eau!
OK, it's a project I have been working on for a while. It's going to be twisted. I've got a lot of it written, but I will modify it as I go along just to keep it demented enough to be interesting and funny...
NationStates: The North Pacific - The Novel
The names were changed to protect the guilty...
Introduction
"Have you seen this?", said Agent One.
"Are you still on that crap? When are you going to quit?" said Agent Two.
The computer monitor screens shed an eerie blue light across the darkened room. "I've been tracking this really wacky message board for the last ten years or so and I just can't figure it out. It's really, well, wacky", quipped Agent One with an urgency that would send most conspiracy nuts running for cover off the Grassy Knoll.
The screens flickered again, blinking a rather inconsequential change in the strange blue light that illuminated the darkened room.
"I mean, look at this. I've been watching this for ten fucking years and I don't know what to make of it. It's really strange. These people are diabolical. I mean, I don't get it. It's like they are talking about everything we are doing but in a way that makes it seem like they know what we are doing and that they are playing with us at the same time!" said Agent One.
Agent Two made a puzzled face and replied, "I haven't a clue what the frig you are talking about. It's just a bunch of people playing a game."
"Just a game? Just a GAME? Yeah, I know it looks like it's just a game, but it's more sinister than that when you dig down into it. It's a fucking plot. I mean, look at what is playing out here. It's got to be some kind of code. It's like they are trying to let people know what we're up to and trying to keep on the quiet but in a carefully metaphorical sense", grunted Agent One in an urgent sort of way. "It's just not natural."
Agent Two made another puzzled face, this time with the attempt at understanding Agent One in a way that didn't let Agent One know that he was nuts. "Well," he said, "We'd better pass this all along to let those who understand these sort of things better and let them suss it out." Agent Two, not quite understanding what Agent One was driving at, said again, "We'd better pass this one along. No telling what these types are up to, you know?"
Agent one reached for a set of keys kept in a small box hanging on the wall, carefully fumbled for a particular key which opened a file cabinet, slid open the door and retrieved a small red folder containing a small booklet. He opened the booklet, thumbed down a list of phone numbers until he locked onto a particular number that drew his attention. He then picked up the handset of the telephone on his desk, and then, in the low blue light of the computer monitors proceeded to dial the chosen number. Agent one spoke into the mouth piece in a quiet and yet serious tone, "Hello, Silver Springs? Yes...we have a problem..."
(To be continued).
NationStates: The North Pacific - The Novel
The names were changed to protect the guilty...
Introduction
"Have you seen this?", said Agent One.
"Are you still on that crap? When are you going to quit?" said Agent Two.
The computer monitor screens shed an eerie blue light across the darkened room. "I've been tracking this really wacky message board for the last ten years or so and I just can't figure it out. It's really, well, wacky", quipped Agent One with an urgency that would send most conspiracy nuts running for cover off the Grassy Knoll.
The screens flickered again, blinking a rather inconsequential change in the strange blue light that illuminated the darkened room.
"I mean, look at this. I've been watching this for ten fucking years and I don't know what to make of it. It's really strange. These people are diabolical. I mean, I don't get it. It's like they are talking about everything we are doing but in a way that makes it seem like they know what we are doing and that they are playing with us at the same time!" said Agent One.
Agent Two made a puzzled face and replied, "I haven't a clue what the frig you are talking about. It's just a bunch of people playing a game."
"Just a game? Just a GAME? Yeah, I know it looks like it's just a game, but it's more sinister than that when you dig down into it. It's a fucking plot. I mean, look at what is playing out here. It's got to be some kind of code. It's like they are trying to let people know what we're up to and trying to keep on the quiet but in a carefully metaphorical sense", grunted Agent One in an urgent sort of way. "It's just not natural."
Agent Two made another puzzled face, this time with the attempt at understanding Agent One in a way that didn't let Agent One know that he was nuts. "Well," he said, "We'd better pass this all along to let those who understand these sort of things better and let them suss it out." Agent Two, not quite understanding what Agent One was driving at, said again, "We'd better pass this one along. No telling what these types are up to, you know?"
Agent one reached for a set of keys kept in a small box hanging on the wall, carefully fumbled for a particular key which opened a file cabinet, slid open the door and retrieved a small red folder containing a small booklet. He opened the booklet, thumbed down a list of phone numbers until he locked onto a particular number that drew his attention. He then picked up the handset of the telephone on his desk, and then, in the low blue light of the computer monitors proceeded to dial the chosen number. Agent one spoke into the mouth piece in a quiet and yet serious tone, "Hello, Silver Springs? Yes...we have a problem..."
(To be continued).