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What if:
What if Edison Trent was a character in The Lancers Reactor Webstory, the very first post
could have looked like this:
Neuralnet log - Edison Trent.
Personal entry:
I finaly made it to Planet New Harlem. After two weeks of almost nonstop flying, I'm dying for a shower. My underpants start to stiffen and I realy need to take a leak somewhere.
I stepped into the bar and I noticed everyone staring at me. Then I realised, as I looked into the mirror behind the bottles on the shelf, that I was still wearing my helmet. After all that flying I must have got used to the preasure on my head.
I tried to take it off, but the lack of showers made my greasy hair stick to the inside of the helmet so that, when I finally managed to take it off, my hair stood straight up and I felt like two day old shaving brush left on a shelf with tiny bits of shavingcream residu still sticking to it. So I hired myself a room in the pilotquarters and hoped the shower worked.
End entry
After my refreshment I step back into the bar and walk over to the counter.
A chubby looking bartender walks up to me and looks me over. "Hey freelancer. Can I get you anything?"
I realize need a drink badly, because my throat feals like the Pittsburg dessert, but that's not why I'm here.
"Maybe later," I say, "I need some info first, have you heared anything lately?"
"You're new here, aren't you?" the bartender notices cunningly.
"Uh huh." I reply.
"Well, I might have just what you're looking for. Are you interrested?"
"Keep talking, I'm here."
"Ok, here's the deal." The bartender takes out the square blue rumor-display and shows it to me.
Rumor
The temperature on New Harlem is around 32 degrees Celsius and the humiddity is relatively high. That makes it harder for us miners to mine the Silver and Copper here. We need a lot of water constantly and get tired very quickly. We have complaied about this recently, but the GMG staff haven't responded yet. If they don't sort this out soon, I'm packing my bags.
"Yeah, great." I say and click the OK buton on the bottom of the display.
The bartender walkes away after that and I take a look around to see who's around.
I spot a stranger mysteriously sitting in the left corner and decide to walk over to him.
"Hey, whatcha got?" I ask him.
"My name is, Connor Jason Almasy. You're new here, aren't you?" the man says.
Damn, I hope the're not all gonna ask me if I'm new here.
Edited by - Nickless on 02-10-2003 00:09:08