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It all started in the summer of 2013, for years now the U.N wanted the new world order to finally be established. But there was a huge problem, the human population was running rampid. With teen pregnancy on the rise and the world population being near 7 billion how would they ever control the world. There's no way they'd ever be able to set up stricter laws, take the rights and freedom away from... More
-posted by IZM at 20 Mar 2013 17:04

Hey, it's you! How're you doing? C: (Boop boop.) -posted by catastrophe at 25 Mar 2013 22:14

APO!! HEY! how's my fav admin? -posted by IZM at 1 Apr 2013 18:57

Oh, I'm doing alright. Also, nice story. :B -posted by catastrophe at 6 Apr 2013 19:26

A to the PP O, hey APO Ah man, was great getting to talk to you and Haiku last night.. Weezie needs to get around now... Peace out!!! HIPSTER NATION IS UNDER CONTROL BEEP BEEP -posted by IZM at 26 Apr 2013 10:15

Yeah! I hope to see you soon again.
Oh yeah, that's what I was thinking too! We need D back.
So! I made a wanted poster.

You know! To get the word out that we need D back.
Anyways, hope you're having a great weekend. C: -posted by catastrophe at 26 Apr 2013 21:51

LOL!! Yea that's great. Hopefully i'll be on later tonight. And it'll be nice to see D back on. Hello Haiku also :) .. Was great seeing you the other night Apo take care !! -posted by IZM at 1 May 2013 17:32

lolllllll cool story, it did spark some ideas. If I get the writing bug I'll be back to add something. Sorry I just saw this now, I know it's old. -posted by Roland at 25 Jun 2013 04:19

it's all good, takes me a long time to get online -posted by IZM at 28 Jun 2013 16:00

Meanwhile, aboard the luxary yacht the SweetMarie, Darren Weezchowski laid back on his reclining lawn chair with a smile. It was a sunny day on the water south of Miami. Darren, on deck, was relaxing in his swim shorts and sunglasses while Magic Carpet Ride blared through his old boombox.

"I like to dream, yes, yes, right between the sound machine..", Darren sang along as he kicked back, soaking in a rather fortunate situation he's found himself in when the rest of the western world was taking a big dump all over itself. Darren really should be locked up with the other undesirables in the very place he was headed, the Miami Fema camp. Lucky for him, he caught the eye of a Chinese "diplomat" Wai Chu, some years ago. Chu happened to be the daughter of the very rich and powerful Wai Fei Long of the New Chinese Empire (NCE). What Chu really does is a mystery to almost everyone, except those in charge of the Fema camps in the US, and of course her chain of command back home in China. When Chu found herself witnessing Darren's arrest some years ago, she took pity on him, to this day she isn't sure exactly what it was as it wasn't the first arrest she has seen, though it was the first that moved her to take action and she used her authority to take Darren with her thus saving him from his fate as a Fema prisoner. Darren has since been a bit of what they call a groundhog; moving small cargo from here to there amoung those in power who still have secrets. What Darren was also doing however was espionage for the Chinese. Hey, it was that or prison.. or worse if he turned down miss.Chu's offer.

Darren reached for his radio, turning the tuning knob left and right to try to fix this static he was now hearing. It started getting worse and Darren realized it wasn't his radio. He looked up to see an Apache helicopter zoom by heading right where he was headed on shore.

“huh.. “, Darren muttered, shrugging it off. It's not exactly a normal sight but hey, things are crazy these days. With that, a sudden screaming boom nearly knocked him off his chair as 3 F22's ripped by next. “son of a..!” Darren yelled. He got up and switched his radio off. “James!” he called to his crew member, waiting for a response. “JAMES!! get up here!”.. nothing. Turning back to look behind him at the stairs, he saw James making his way up slowly as if he had the worst hangover a man has ever had. “That wake you up did it?” Darren said sarcastically. As James looked up, Darren felt his expression slowly sink into that of dread. His chest burned and stomach tightened as he looked at James, who was a strange pale colour with a green tinge. “... James...” Darren said, not really expecting a reply this time, but he got one.

“Weeeeeeeez”, James let out with a deep sort of dead exhale.

Darren scrambled backwards tripping over his chair and radio but never taking his eye off his friend, or whatever he was now. Darren scrambled on his hands and knees a few more feet to the emergency kit at the front of the boat, popped it open and searched through rope, bandages, and inflatables inside the box. He could hear James stumbling towards him. Darren knew though that this wasn't James, not anymore, something had gone terribly wrong. This was like some junk out of a monster movie, and Darren knew trouble when he saw it.

Finally, through his searching, he found something useful, a flaregun. He spun around and pointed it at James, not really sure if he was gonna use it or if he was trying to scare James off or at least let him know that he was taking this seriously. James stumbled closer towards Darren letting out another deep exhale with a nasty gurgle.

“ok, screw it”, Darren decided out loud as he realized this has gone far enough, and pulled the trigger.

POP!, the gun went off and the flare shot out, not yet fully ignited, it stuck right in James' neck. The flare then lit up and Darren could barely look it was so bright and searing away at James already dead flesh.

James let out an awful sound as he stumbled around swinging his arms as if trying to get rid of the flare but not knowing where it was, or not knowing how to use his arms properly. Darren took the opportunity to ensure an end to this situation and charged James, knocking him over the railing and into the ocean below. He watched as the flare went out and James started to sink under the surface.

“What is happening”, Darren let out as he turned around, resting against the railing in relief and confusion. Then looking back at the camp on shore, noticing he was a lot closer now and better get ready to dock. -posted by Roland at 1 Jul 2013 06:54