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Amusing how people and events are so easily interpreted and anticipated sometimes.
It's come to my attention that some people believe that now that the previously impassible barrier called Death has been broken, they're granted more or less complete immortality: after all, they need only have a friend or companion inform their respective faction of their demise and they'll be back up and right as rain! This, ladies and gentlemen, is very much not the case, and those who believe so are, simply put, oafs.
ANTI has fallen. Nhode almost completely destroyed, from the reports I've received. While it's been impossible to drill deep enough through the rubble to see if their laboratories still have anything in salvageable condition, I doubt it.
The third faction that seems to be running around like a headless chicken trying to compose itself has no resource whatsoever, and will be completely incapable of any sort of aiding the fallen. Other than perhaps a decent burial, should they find themselves in possession of a proper spade.
As for OSTA.. While we do have the means and resource to bring you back to life - and most of you who've felt the generosity to be brought back once have indeed been gestated here inm- our laboratories and not Nhode - this doesn't mean that we will do so again and again. If you fail your new purpose in existence (ergo; aiding Weisdia in the eradication of their plague) you've failed for the last time. Don't expect any leniency in your case just because we saw fit to revive you once. As should be clear to most of you, a dead man insisting to return to that state just isn't worth the time.
The one and only reason I say this rather than letting a spokesman of the organization do so is because I am getting rather tired of the multitude of bodies being returned daily by friends and comrades in arms requesting their friend be brought back to them. Unless you've proven yourself exceedingly useful, there's no reason for us to do so. So would you all please take a bit more care and stop believing yourselves immortal?
At any rate, it seems the location of the headquarters have been disclosed to the public, although I doubt very many cared to record the dear Doctor's distress call to sift through it for the coordinates. This doesn't mean that they're readily available now. What's once released on a network will soon be everyone's keepsake. All very well then: we'll be waiting in the lobby to receive you in as grand a manner we can muster. Welcome.
How typically foreseeable that only when ones schedule is jam-packed with work should the perfect opportunity for play and the test of ones theories present itself. Delightfully, the little operation and surgery are complete successes insofar: the subject seems to function perfectly normally, and I anticipate a full recovery at two forty-four am tonight.
It's come to my attention that some people believe that now that the previously impassible barrier called Death has been broken, they're granted more or less complete immortality: after all, they need only have a friend or companion inform their respective faction of their demise and they'll be back up and right as rain! This, ladies and gentlemen, is very much not the case, and those who believe so are, simply put, oafs.
ANTI has fallen. Nhode almost completely destroyed, from the reports I've received. While it's been impossible to drill deep enough through the rubble to see if their laboratories still have anything in salvageable condition, I doubt it.
The third faction that seems to be running around like a headless chicken trying to compose itself has no resource whatsoever, and will be completely incapable of any sort of aiding the fallen. Other than perhaps a decent burial, should they find themselves in possession of a proper spade.
As for OSTA.. While we do have the means and resource to bring you back to life - and most of you who've felt the generosity to be brought back once have indeed been gestated here in
The one and only reason I say this rather than letting a spokesman of the organization do so is because I am getting rather tired of the multitude of bodies being returned daily by friends and comrades in arms requesting their friend be brought back to them. Unless you've proven yourself exceedingly useful, there's no reason for us to do so. So would you all please take a bit more care and stop believing yourselves immortal?
At any rate, it seems the location of the headquarters have been disclosed to the public, although I doubt very many cared to record the dear Doctor's distress call to sift through it for the coordinates. This doesn't mean that they're readily available now. What's once released on a network will soon be everyone's keepsake. All very well then: we'll be waiting in the lobby to receive you in as grand a manner we can muster. Welcome.
How typically foreseeable that only when ones schedule is jam-packed with work should the perfect opportunity for play and the test of ones theories present itself. Delightfully, the little operation and surgery are complete successes insofar: the subject seems to function perfectly normally, and I anticipate a full recovery at two forty-four am tonight.
I can't fucking breathe.
Oh, Jesus, man, you guys just keep cracking me the fuck up.
This shit is hardcore funny, man.
I find everything funny.
The world gets hilarious
when you don't have to deal with it anymore.
That's old Travis, takes it easy,
lives on the lighter side of death.
You know something?
That one, climactic, sweltering day...
When I felt the chief's hands around my neck,
wringing the life out of me...
I'm not gonna lie to you, man:
that shit felt good.
Death, or the life of a killer.
Always on the run, always watching your back,
always looking out for the next big thrill,
because it's the last thing left
that makes you feel alive,
that makes you feel like more than a dead rag.
Working as a tool for some agency,
knowing all they need to rub you out is manpower
and a moment's failing on your part?
Shit, I don't care who you are -
if you're still sane,
that shit is scary.
Money is money, eventually you've got enough.
But you can't get out.
So in the end, all you've got is death.
Death is the big game you play in the end.
Cheat death and win a big thrill,
feel again, be alive.
Or lose,
and get set free.
The chief saved me.
People tell you life is beautiful, man?
Shit, they're playing you, my friend.
Life is just life,
and death is death.
Laugh it all off! Laugh everything off.
Politics, tragedy,
friendships, relationships,
life, love and death.
What a fuckin' joke!
But what do I know, right?
Shit, I'm just a killer who got killed on the job.
Heh heh. Take it from old Travis.
He'll never steer you wrong.
It would be interesting to see if we could return you - sentient dead - back to corporeal form.
if you've never lived it.
Or not lived, as the case may be.
Hey, I speak and the people listen.
It's up to you what to do from there.
I'm not gonna spell everything out for you.
You're the one who lost yourself.
So fuckin' find it yourself.
You're welcome to try if you want.
Try 'n waste your time, of course...
But if you really think you got the time to burn,
knock yourself out, buddy.
Hey, Smith, are you sure you're feeling okay?
Everything all straight in the head there?
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Heh heh heh heh heh! Fuckin' cracks me up.
Well, you did get a clue.
And it's not what you think it was.
Of course I said Smith!
Have you even been fuckin' listening to a word I say?
That's some elementary shit there.
I'm out. Chew on all that, brainiac.
And for the record, that S&M shit?
Creeps me the fuck out.
As far as the resource matter is concerned, there is no way for you to tell what we do or do not have.
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Both of you are playing a rather silly game. I'd say just prepare for the worst on both sides~
In fact, we would prefer that you did not give those that have passed here a "second chance." Especially if this requires that they serve OSTA.
The choice of who is given that second chance or not isn't mine.
Damned to all darkness, then?
And thanks for the comment. I've learned that it's kinda hard to follow on things by faith alone, sometimes. But that's what makes it faith, I guess.
For the sake of your schedule, I ask you don't respond until you have more than a free moment and are not occupied by something more important.
...People who are dead should stay dead. It's too much trouble to bring them back.
...I... assure you, when I die, I have no intention of relying on being resurrected.
Tsk, tsk, tsk. I'm surprised there aren't more indignant at you for having gone so far against nature. Bringing back the dead--an insult to the order of things, if ever there were one.