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Posted: Tue Oct 03, 2006 8:56 pm
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Posted: Tue Oct 03, 2006 9:12 pm
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Posted: Tue Oct 03, 2006 9:37 pm
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Posted: Wed Oct 04, 2006 12:04 am
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Posted: Wed Oct 04, 2006 4:27 am
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Posted: Wed Oct 04, 2006 4:35 pm
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Posted: Wed Oct 04, 2006 6:12 pm
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Posted: Wed Oct 04, 2006 9:20 pm
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Posted: Thu Oct 05, 2006 11:15 am
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Posted: Fri Oct 06, 2006 6:42 pm
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The expanse of lawn before the great front doors of the manor were once again empty save for the stewards. And then, a large lumbering mass began striding quickly across the well-manicured grounds, heading straight for the collossal doors. He slightly resemble a train heading for a collision. Most of his body glinted, the bulky brass machinery polished to a brilliant luster. His white labcoat, which would have seemed large on an average sized man, was neatly pressed and clean, it was only at odds with his well maintained appearance because it was straining at the seams around the huge machinery. His head was the only part of his body not covered in the brass machinery. The hairless dome glinted almost as much as the brass around it. The spectacles that rested lightly on his nose were also at odds with his large appearance, but they seemed to match the labcoat. He shambled up the lawns like an oversized metal gorilla, only much slower. As he trudged, he ran a systems check, making sure that whatever humanity he had left remained in control.
Dr. Lootworn Primary: That boy is here. He matches the desciption of the failed project implicitly, and he knows her. Ancient Machinery Primary: Please inform me of exactly what you plan to do here. There may be considerable danger involved. We should be prepared. Dr. Lootworn Primary: No. You keep trying to shut me out. Besides, it might be a bloody good thing if you get damaged. Dr. Lootworn Secondary: Then there will be no one to complete the objective. The girl will not be found. Ancient Machinery Primary: He's right, you know. We may have our differences, but our ultimate goal is the same. Dr. Lootworn Primary: No, it isn't! You want to bloody destroy the failed project! Ancient Machinery Primary: That is an immediate goal, to be achieved before the ultimate goal --- the capture of the girl. The project must be destroyed to ensure my/our survival to retrieve the girl afterward. Dr. Lootworn Primary: To destroy her too, you mean. Your middle name should be megalomaniac. Dr. Lootworn Secondary: We don't need to destroy the project. Even with just this security . . . Dr. Lootworn Primary: Shut up! He doesn't need to know that. Ancient Machinery Secondary: I know what you're talking about anyway. Ancient Machinery Primary: Do I? Ancient Machinery Tertiary: I told you. Didn't I? Dr. Lootworn Primary: How many of me/us are there? I think this has gone far enough, and I am simply not going to believe in-
The lumbering professor finally entered through the doors. Dr. Lootworn had arrived.
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Posted: Fri Oct 06, 2006 11:30 pm
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Posted: Sun Oct 08, 2006 3:56 pm
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Posted: Mon Oct 09, 2006 7:43 pm
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Posted: Mon Oct 09, 2006 7:50 pm
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Posted: Mon Oct 09, 2006 7:54 pm
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