05-17-2015, 03:30 PM
I have I told you about inter-dimensional travel, that feeling of having half of your in two different places for a split moment. Now imagine that, but you're in a working washing machine, and it's more than a few seconds, and you're pretty sure you saw the death kneel of all of time and space enveloped inside a moment shorter than a heart beat. That's what its like to go through a Hellgate, and that's only slightly worse than what the rift into Dante's Abyss was like. You'd think you managed to get away from the terrible experiences of your previous world, but they have a tendency to creep back on you like that.
After I touched down into the expansive room that was the lobby, there were two things that stood out: the large jumbo-tron screen on top that named the other contestants in a list (which included one Guu, who maybe I could have met later), and that there was fuck all else. Okay, there were the paparazzi that hung around the edge of the dome shaped structure, but they seem content to ignore me for now. It seemed that they thought I was part of the security team, since my name wasn't up on the TV. Thankfully. Fucking vultures.
I took the opportunity to move over to one of the equipment crew, who was on a laptop to whatever end. He muttered something offensive about primes, and I wasn't about to disagree with him, whatever it was he said.
"Those assholes giving you trouble?? I asked, as if I was just another one of the guys, casual in my ton of armor and weapons. He looked up at me, glanced over at this porn-stashed boss, then back at me with some confusion "I mean the contestants" He perked right up.
"Oh yeah. Primes, nothing but ungrateful attention whores. We're only covering them because we have to" he seemed quite ready to give me an hour long spiel about the subject, but I stopped him with a quick interruption.
"Bastards, all of them, am I right?" Yes, I included myself in there. I wasn't wrong, really "I need to take a quick smoke break, which one of the other domes have less people in it?" the crewman though it over, then pointed out one of the identical domes in the corner of the station.
"The dojo, although I think that weird pink went there"
"About two feet tall, white and pink hair, eyes like soulless wells of eternal sorrow?"
"That's the one"
"I think I'll manage" I soothed his worries, and headed down the hallway to the dojo wing, the long corridors and dome structures gave me a slight nostalgia for some of the old colony habs I've had the chance to walk through back home. I was at the intersection when a loud BEEP came from the jumbo-tron, probably to announce the "arriving" contestant. When everyone else watched the gate to see of the green armored soldier would appear, the equipment guy looked at me with wide eyes and gapped mouth, but I gave a small wave and turned the corner.
After I touched down into the expansive room that was the lobby, there were two things that stood out: the large jumbo-tron screen on top that named the other contestants in a list (which included one Guu, who maybe I could have met later), and that there was fuck all else. Okay, there were the paparazzi that hung around the edge of the dome shaped structure, but they seem content to ignore me for now. It seemed that they thought I was part of the security team, since my name wasn't up on the TV. Thankfully. Fucking vultures.
I took the opportunity to move over to one of the equipment crew, who was on a laptop to whatever end. He muttered something offensive about primes, and I wasn't about to disagree with him, whatever it was he said.
"Those assholes giving you trouble?? I asked, as if I was just another one of the guys, casual in my ton of armor and weapons. He looked up at me, glanced over at this porn-stashed boss, then back at me with some confusion "I mean the contestants" He perked right up.
"Oh yeah. Primes, nothing but ungrateful attention whores. We're only covering them because we have to" he seemed quite ready to give me an hour long spiel about the subject, but I stopped him with a quick interruption.
"Bastards, all of them, am I right?" Yes, I included myself in there. I wasn't wrong, really "I need to take a quick smoke break, which one of the other domes have less people in it?" the crewman though it over, then pointed out one of the identical domes in the corner of the station.
"The dojo, although I think that weird pink went there"
"About two feet tall, white and pink hair, eyes like soulless wells of eternal sorrow?"
"That's the one"
"I think I'll manage" I soothed his worries, and headed down the hallway to the dojo wing, the long corridors and dome structures gave me a slight nostalgia for some of the old colony habs I've had the chance to walk through back home. I was at the intersection when a loud BEEP came from the jumbo-tron, probably to announce the "arriving" contestant. When everyone else watched the gate to see of the green armored soldier would appear, the equipment guy looked at me with wide eyes and gapped mouth, but I gave a small wave and turned the corner.
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