*smite* RE: [OT] English As She is Spoke

Can you feel the warmth? Oh, that's hard rads...

*ahem* Nevermind.

Thanks, Brendan. I can't stop grinning.

The_Beast

Usually, you don't hit the *smite* button when it's targetted on yourself.
:-)

Was bored, so a quick writing inspiration relieved the tedium here at work.

Brendan 'Neath Southern Skies

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> Usually, you don't hit the *smite* button when it's targetted on

You do if the button actually routes the suit's main power through the dermal
sensor circuitry in the waste recirculator.

Amazing what a few bottles of imported-from-offworld whiskey can do with
the quartermaster...

Lovely, spare work that was. MUCH appreciated, and stretch it out if you wish.
It's the kind of thing immortality is made of, in spite of pending
status as a corpse. But I already said that. ;->=

The_Beast

*fiction pt2* The world seemed to pause as the tension slowly increased while
that small amber light continued to glow; the brightness pulsed gently for
three seconds in anticipation of action as the button in Command was
depressed...
        The_Beast looked up from his Iced Beet Tea as seven burbling
explosions and burst of plasma fire appeared within the perimeter. What was
not vaporised rained down for several seconds, spoiling the clear waters of
the pool. "Hot damn! I wasn't expecting that to happen." The jungle began to
settle. Ragged breathing and the sloshing of naked feet in water lent evidence
that not all the troopers had been eliminated. In his hand was a simple
handset of ancient design. Pressing several buttons, a grin appeared
on his face.  The_Beast's satellite phone began to ring.
Answering the call, strains of music could be clearly heard; "Cries the Name,
Cries the Name, Gregor Young." his smile at the successful sabotage began to
slip.

Want to know more? Press 1.

*/fiction pt2*

Brendan 'neath southern skies

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Kill him off if you like, or even worse, expose him too quickly. Ruin him for
hints in a dozen scenerios, shadows in another dozen 'news flashes'.

But, for a second after my second *smite* post, I had an image: in the dark,
unknown, surfacing here and there, mysteriously, and gone, just as
mysteriously. Somewhere between the Cat, and Keyser Soze.

There, I've scared myself.

The_Beast