Cast of Characters and their Players

Turdius Doucheron - Sewer Technician First Class, Brown Sector (Me, Monty, your tireless author)
Skrood Snorgensen - Sewer Technician First Class, Brown Sector (Dave, retired, taken up by Luke)
Gav Munger - Security Guard First Class, Brown Sector (Aidan)
Chaz Rizer - Beautician and Clinic Technician, Brown Sector (Joh)
Boomeron Goregusher - Documentary Sound Recordist, Brown Sector (Mike)
STD-01 (formerly WD-40 until renamed by the computer) - Paraplegic, Amnesiac Medical Subject, Medical Sector but found in Brown Sector (J)
Quold Zhoill - Level 1 Auditor, Engineering Sector (Matt)

Tuesday, 23 August 2011

22/08/2011 Session as narrated by Boomeron

Some doors were in the way of getting out of the trophy room. Gav decided to test the alien railgun on them. Due to my knowlege of physics I correctly spotted that some amount of flame and noise was likely. Not having the weight, or apparent weight of the projectile and the exact value for "hypersonic" more than that I could not say. Also, too much weird shit has happened and not enough shit has been shot. I encouraged his action. Some high level security nano awesome dragon-fly-with-teeth things menaced us with their proximity. Fortunately they were not awesome enough to be fire or bullet or shotgun proof, or in fact a bit of glue and a boot proof. We escaped on one that damm platform. I suspect there was a localised high gradient space fold in the vacinity, because the map and locations of roofs, floors and walls made about as much sence as miking up a dead whore. Chaz was rather up for going to the orgy room, and, you know, its hard to argue when a girl says that.
I thought while we were there, I would look for some high grade lube, as it could come in handy, for traps or something.
Found a nice big dispenser of it, and tried to apprise the quality by rubbing it between my fingers. Turns out its a bit more than lube, its, erm, motivational. Found a lovely auto-glory-hole, which I quite styleishly filled. Repeatedly. some of the group feined disgust, but I could tell they were actually in awe.
Chaz rather nicely fitted the front of my armour with a more mobile device. I thought better of trying to flick some of the (admittedly now more dilluted) lube on her. Didn't like the look of those hot strighteners much.
A bit of flapping with the platform by the legless wonder later and we aquired some anti gravity nano tech. Most people went for boots, I being more aware of center of mass, went for a more belt shaped contrapction.
So, here I am at the height of our culture with a thinly disguised honey pot taped to my cock and a very nice anti gravity tutu.
Sometimes I think the celestial is trying to tell me something...

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