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Green Spirit Breeze
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So, uh- they're saying that time an' shit works different for them, they've been away for months. Uh, they're tellin' us how A.A.E. is tryin' to kill us-
Yeah, no shit! We were fucking there! She talked to me!... The fucking bitch. Threaten me, call me a fucking traitor, see if I-
I ain't done, boss. An'- for what it's worth, they probably don't remember that shit, us bein' there, it'd be ages an' ages ago for 'em.
Fine, then continue.
At least one of 'em is new, askin' what's going on-
Well we're new to this shit too, kid. Got dragged into this shitheap. And honestly, don't worry about it- we're gonna toss all that older shit overboard. We're starting fresh.
Right- well I think one of the other dudes is filling him in anyway. And, uh. Last thing, they're saying they tried to fix shit before but they had no time between 'accidents and invasions'. And they're askin' 'bout the base.
Perfect! Exactly what I wanted to talk about. Alright, boys. Listen to me. I agreed to join this sinking ship because I figured, well hey. I'm gonna have people trying to kill me, crazy fucking nutjob cultists that fuck up my bo- bodyguard, and gods crashing down threatening to kill us and our shop exploding... I could use some extra protection. And it's the least these assholes could do, seeing as how they're behind it all. Except when we got here- surprise surprise, the place is a fucking dump, falling apart, total garbage heap. The others scattered like cockroaches, no fucking plan, no fucking organization. I had to leave K'orr so I could gather them up and sit their dumb asses down, figure out what the hell is going on- as I understand, they've been running around like, I don't know, like if real life was a fucking game of dungeons and dragons. Squatting in mansions, killing people, stumbling around with the dwarves, just... doing shit without shit for a plan. They tried to say it's just accidents, fate shepherding them around- you know what? I don't fucking believe in accidents. Only opportunities. And to have them waste all their goddamn time stumbling around...
That's fucking unacceptable.
I've narrowed down the problem. And it isn't you. Far as I can tell, you're doing as well as you could, given that you have no hands, no body, and got dumped into this shit as suddenly as I did. I can't blame you, you're not even from our world. But the other fuckers... see, we've got a dumb slut with pigtails, a smarter slut who spends all her time sucking her gods dick and hasn't set foot in the real world in decades, and a bipolar nutjob dwarf who's stuck two fucking centuries ago. Even Victor- he sounds really smart, his fucking flowery language and all, but I know him. It's a fucking act. He'll talk about how he's as old as the universe and immortal and all that shit- but he's only been standing upright and not chewing dirt for, like, five years. I've known him since he was pretty much a baby. He picks shit up quick, I'll give him that, but he's still fucking ignorant about practically everything. So between this band of merry dipshits, it's no fucking wonder this ship has no captain. Nobody here with vision.
But I, I have vision.
Stupid as they may be, we've got a set of powerful people here. We've got a clear goal. We've got clear motivation. And, although it's fucking tiny, we have a tiny little bit of an asset base to make this work. I've got big plans for this little project. Obvious plans. Plans that don't involve squatting in a fucking broken-down crack den. Plans that will move us forward. That'll turn our accidents into benefits, that'll make those invasions a minor nuisance, and put the power back in your hands. Plans that will put the whole world in your hands. In all our hands.
Are they listening in, K'orr? This shit's important. Tell me if they're asking questions.
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