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Fools rush in - Met a stranger 31

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This is hard work

“Damn no-transfer objects,” I muttered. “What kind of business practice is that? That shit is gonna drive every decent pawnbroker and second-hand store owner out of a job.” I was hard at work in the Pwnshop rearranging piles of paper on my desk when Agent Paine stormed in with that kriegsbilderhauptfbraurathaus attitude of his, acting like some kind of CIA agent when everyone knows he’s just from Interpol.

“How long have you known Millenia Moody?” he asked.


Agent Paine is still worried

“Just fine, thanks. Afternoon to you, too.” Didn’t this guy’s parents teach him anything? Outside a construction crew began what sounded like a building demolition.

“Renting to unregistered demons is illegal in 95 percent of all regions,” he snarled. “Even whiners like you know that.”

How long have you been renting to demons?

“Demons? What are you talking about? She’s a therapist.”

“Is there a contradiction in there? Because I don’t see one. When did she arrive in Topgol?”

“About four months ago,” I said, realizing that was also about the same time manufacturers started stamping “no-transfer” on everything from guns to butter. “Do you think she might be unlicensed?”

“I’m not from Consumer Affairs, asshole. I’m from DAGUA. This demon is corporate. Do you ever do business with Leviathan UnLtd?”

I laughed. “Are you serious? They’ve never made a single transfer no-copy object–you can’t resell their crap.”

An explosion coming from the direction of Dr. Moody’s office rattled one of the few intact window panes in the shop. I jumped up from the desk and ran for the door. Agent Paine got in the way and we struggled, each trying to be the first to open it.

Rut roh!

There was some kind of orange chemical haze drifting in the alley outside. Shrieks, banging noises, and howls came from Dr. Moody’s office. We had to wait for the smoke to clear before we could find the ramp to the door. The sound of ringing steel cut the air and Agent Paine drew his katana. He moved past me with surprising speed and grace, as if not bound by the physics of this world, immune to lag.

To the rescue!

We kicked open the door.

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5 Comments so far

  1. Seraphine May 30th, 2007 12:23 pm

    I can understand *some* things being No Transfer, like skins (who wants to wear someone else’s skin anway *shivers*). But generally, I hate No Transfer things too.

  2. Hope Paravane May 30th, 2007 1:47 pm

    things should only be no transfer if they are copiable.. and maybe if they were a free promotion….

    Immune to lag? Now THAT is amazing!

  3. tiana meriman May 30th, 2007 3:32 pm

    lol i had the same reaction you did when agt.paine came in the door lol.

    and maybe agt.paine being beaten by all those chicks actually paid off and now he is more graceful and quick in his reflexes ^^ he can even slice lag now ^^

  4. Gala May 30th, 2007 6:05 pm

    i made some non perishable food, alex, i may donate some to the poor of topgol and surrounding sims.

    now the fruitloops i have, i can’t guarantee if they are roachfree, but hell its free right. ( just pick the roaches out of the cereal bowl and squish them inbetween two fingers ).
    i may contribute some borax and dogfood as well, made at the same warehouse. the ghetto factories are running low on energy, couldn’t pay the bill, so my powerlines are connected over 8 sims away to mr lee’s greater hongkong.

    but i’ll do what i can.

  5. myg May 30th, 2007 9:49 pm

    lolol gala!

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