07-07-2017, 04:51 AM
Let me tell ya – getting punched so hard you lose half your jaw and ear sucks. Not as bad as being killed, but it still sucks.
I add Tearen Wover to the list of people I need to end. To torture via the most painful means until his permanent expiration. Which brings up a good question for when I’m well enough to operate my Dataverse device once more.
Right now? I’m floating in some kind of liquid. The pain is far-off and numb, but I can feel it there. I must have spent a good while unconscious, because many of my cuts and wounds have already healed. I don’t remember this being a power of mine, but then, I’ve never been injured this badly. Just another aspect of my Godliness, I suppose. Part of the paradox – if God has limitless power, and limitless wisdom, can even he see the extent of his abilities? That’s a rhetorical question – he can’t, clearly, or I’d have known about this regeneration business.
I can hear a nurse speaking to me through some kind of communications device hooked up to my ears. My mouth is also covered by some kind of breathing apparatus.
“You need to wait until you’re fully healed before coming out of the bacta tank. If you don’t …”
Ah, shut up, bitch.
I kick my way through the front of the tank, eliciting a shriek from the nurse. I may have kicked her, too. Oops. After stepping free of the glass, I pick her up to her feet.
“Sorry about that, doll.”
That’s what I try to say. My jaw shoots with the most excruciating pain imaginable. I double over, grasping my face. Fuck!
“I told you!” screeches the nurse. She doesn’t sound pleased.
A second later, the pain redoubles itself and I fall to the ground, clutching my bloodied jaw. Fucking hell, she socked me! That lowly nurse punched God!
“Put me back in the tube,” I moan. At least, that’s what I’m trying to say. I’m glad only the nurse can hear this, because I sound fucking retarded with half my jaw still regenerating.
The nurse harrumphs, hands on her hips. “You’d better not break another one. You know I could have you banished for assaulting a member of staff.”
The fuck does she mean, ‘banished’? Like I care if I get thrown out. Except for like … right now. Because I could do with a few more hours in that nice anaesthetic pod to let myself regenerate.
While she sets me up in the pod next to the one I destroyed, I notice her figure. Buxom as all hell – a little short, but that’s no bad thing. Her blonde hair’s tied back in a rigid ponytail, and she’s wearing specs, but all that does is make her into a stereotypical ‘hidden’ beauty. What I wouldn’t do to tear off the Syntech uniform and let God see what he gave her.
She makes a disgusted sound and covers her eyes. “Try and contain yourself.”
Ahhh hahaha! God, pod is good.
It’s boring as hell but I let myself regenerate, thinking nice things about the nurse lady. Some time passes. Not sure how long, honestly. I may have drifted off once or twice. But after a while, I hear that sultry-sweet voice in my earlobes again.
“Alright, your most grievous wounds are healed. If you’d like to stretch your legs, you can step out for a bit, but we warned, you’re still—oh God damn it!” she says, jumping backwards out of the way as I kick through this pod.
“Good reflexes,” I note as I step through the broken glass. “Got any clothes?”
She lets out a hot breath, apparently too struck by my majestic and Godlike figure for words. David, eat your heart out. I bump the pecs for effect. She covers her eyes.
“Your clothes are in the locker, but they’re pretty … tattered. You’ll have to summon new ones.”
I look towards the door. “Can do.” I look back to her. “In … fifteen minutes?”
She looks at me through those glasses, blinks, and then covers her face again. “I hate myself for doing this.”
I add Tearen Wover to the list of people I need to end. To torture via the most painful means until his permanent expiration. Which brings up a good question for when I’m well enough to operate my Dataverse device once more.
Right now? I’m floating in some kind of liquid. The pain is far-off and numb, but I can feel it there. I must have spent a good while unconscious, because many of my cuts and wounds have already healed. I don’t remember this being a power of mine, but then, I’ve never been injured this badly. Just another aspect of my Godliness, I suppose. Part of the paradox – if God has limitless power, and limitless wisdom, can even he see the extent of his abilities? That’s a rhetorical question – he can’t, clearly, or I’d have known about this regeneration business.
I can hear a nurse speaking to me through some kind of communications device hooked up to my ears. My mouth is also covered by some kind of breathing apparatus.
“You need to wait until you’re fully healed before coming out of the bacta tank. If you don’t …”
Ah, shut up, bitch.
I kick my way through the front of the tank, eliciting a shriek from the nurse. I may have kicked her, too. Oops. After stepping free of the glass, I pick her up to her feet.
“Sorry about that, doll.”
That’s what I try to say. My jaw shoots with the most excruciating pain imaginable. I double over, grasping my face. Fuck!
“I told you!” screeches the nurse. She doesn’t sound pleased.
A second later, the pain redoubles itself and I fall to the ground, clutching my bloodied jaw. Fucking hell, she socked me! That lowly nurse punched God!
“Put me back in the tube,” I moan. At least, that’s what I’m trying to say. I’m glad only the nurse can hear this, because I sound fucking retarded with half my jaw still regenerating.
The nurse harrumphs, hands on her hips. “You’d better not break another one. You know I could have you banished for assaulting a member of staff.”
The fuck does she mean, ‘banished’? Like I care if I get thrown out. Except for like … right now. Because I could do with a few more hours in that nice anaesthetic pod to let myself regenerate.
While she sets me up in the pod next to the one I destroyed, I notice her figure. Buxom as all hell – a little short, but that’s no bad thing. Her blonde hair’s tied back in a rigid ponytail, and she’s wearing specs, but all that does is make her into a stereotypical ‘hidden’ beauty. What I wouldn’t do to tear off the Syntech uniform and let God see what he gave her.
She makes a disgusted sound and covers her eyes. “Try and contain yourself.”
Ahhh hahaha! God, pod is good.
It’s boring as hell but I let myself regenerate, thinking nice things about the nurse lady. Some time passes. Not sure how long, honestly. I may have drifted off once or twice. But after a while, I hear that sultry-sweet voice in my earlobes again.
“Alright, your most grievous wounds are healed. If you’d like to stretch your legs, you can step out for a bit, but we warned, you’re still—oh God damn it!” she says, jumping backwards out of the way as I kick through this pod.
“Good reflexes,” I note as I step through the broken glass. “Got any clothes?”
She lets out a hot breath, apparently too struck by my majestic and Godlike figure for words. David, eat your heart out. I bump the pecs for effect. She covers her eyes.
“Your clothes are in the locker, but they’re pretty … tattered. You’ll have to summon new ones.”
I look towards the door. “Can do.” I look back to her. “In … fifteen minutes?”
She looks at me through those glasses, blinks, and then covers her face again. “I hate myself for doing this.”
Quote:I’m hanging around, waiting for Graowr and Harlan.
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