One Sentence Story II: Return of the One Sentence Story

[Kassiopeia]

The last one sort of petered out, so I thought to encourage spam - erm, I mean, some activity to this forum, we, well, I, could fire up one of these.

Methinks a scenario would be good to develop... it's MY 2230, pretty far to the game that is. Vendettas are on, the Peacekeepers have subjugated the Morganites, the Progenitors have just landed. That sort of thing. I'm sure at least History Guy will get something written here.

Okay. Starting now!

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Once upon a time, in the great communes of Gaia's Landing, Lady Deirdre was having a cup of xenocoffee with a charming young man.

[History Guy]

"So," said the charming young man, by the name of Nastingham Grubbington Carstairs Forkbeard-Johnston, "how is work progressing on the Xenoempathy Dome at Dreams of Green (incredibly brilliant name for a city, by the way)?"

[Mr. President]

"Don't ask me," replied Deirdre, "I'm just the President."

[GeneralTacticus]

"Well," he replied, "who should I ask then?"

[Mellian]

"The Supervisor of the Secret Project" says Science Advisor Piffany Peabody, while entering the environmentaly friendly Conference room in the Headquarters tower in Gaia's Landing.

[History Guy]

"Ah, Gruntling...," quacked Deirdre, "Oh sorry, it's Peabody...why don't you feed your mindworms for Nastingham (as he seems to be particularly bored talking about the Xenoempathy Dome)?"

[Kassiopeia]

"Who the frig is Nastingham", came the confused repkly, "for I do not recall a person of that name, at least none of my acquaintance, only an escaped convict that fled from the Hive after brutally murdering innocent people with plasmasteel pencil-sharpeners."

[Mr. President]

"Don't judge him. After all, he only killed seven people!"

[GeneralTacticus]

"Good point. Besides, they were Hiverians..."

[Mellian]

"Talking about Hiverians...when will we test our environmetally friendly fungus bombs?"

[History Guy]

As Her Ladyship began to chatter away happily about dropping fungal payloads on innocent civilians, Nastingham hid in the corner and ripped off his mask...revealing him not to be Nastingham Forkbeard-Johnson, but indeed the escaped criminal, Nastingham Selden!

[Mr. President]

As ominous organ music played on a distant astral plane, Nastingham edged towards the elevator.

[History Guy]

Nastingham thought to himself philosophically, and then said, "Mhuhahahahahahahahahaha cackle cackle cackle!" as he loaded a shredder pistol, and gripped his defragmentation grenade belt (which Deirdre had failed to notice).

[Mr. President]

His finger was on the trigger when he was interrupted by a very unpleasant voice.

[History Guy]

[out of story context] Errr...where are you guys? [/out of story context]

"Welllllllll loooookie here!" called Hoss Grubson, Deirdre's new Alpha Talent, pointing excitedly at Selden's shredder pistol.