deep within the reality of zms escapes, while our characters sleep as the users have been logged out, the admin team knew the numbers were building, they knew all too well that their work was good but they needed to increase their numbers, they needed to create a new type of admin, one far superior then the sum of its parts, who's pure awesomeness could only be matched by a gold fish with an abrams tank for a home.
they took their newest recruit, the one they called "Thunder" and began to work, first they flayed the flesh off his bones for it was spongey and weak and replaced it with layers of titanium.
then they drained him of his blood and replaced it with pure octane.
they then removed thunders legs, and slapped on a pair of bad ass kangeroo legs, because kangeroos just like him are totally kick ass.
finally they cut open his brain and all his glands they replaced with ones which produce testosterone, by the use of a small biologically engineered and possibly north korean retrovirus they gave him the power to run off of coffee alone, requiring only 45 minutes of sleep to maximise his admin time.
as the table raised up and the componants came together, a helmet was placed on his head, an assault rifle in his hands and a cup of coffee so potent if a single drop were to escape it would kill a whole county, with the final whirring and buzzing of machinery and clunking of the table locking in place, the legend of Thunder was almost complete, the other admins stared at their creation, walking towards him carefully, not knowing if now he was all man or all machine, fueled by caffine and liquid death. the admin trembled in the presence of their creation, realising now they didn't stop to ask themselves if they should, but went ahead to simply see if they could.
having no choice but to honour their own creation while being terrified of it, they awarded him a rank, a rank of Captain, laser engraved onto his metal skin
the new kangeroo admin, necked his coffee in one, terrifying the very creator of the world himself, he rattled his mug for a refill, his kangeroo legs breaking free from the straps which held him down
"Captain Thunder" one of the admins says "can you hear us?"
"Yes, I hear you" Thunder responds
"Where are the players you wish me to moderate?" he continued
"it seems in our haste to remove the trolls, we banned them all" the admin responded
"but thats not possible, they were logged in a moment a go, I saw them, they were happy and earning escapes" Thunder Responded
the whole room begins to shake as his kangeroo legs bring him forward a few steps more Captain Thunder now, not having anyone to Moderate exisits only as a statement of pure raw unmatched awesomeness
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO" HE YELLS while the other admins look on and smirk knowing that if they didn't keep Captain Thunder in check a new era would emerge on the world
and era of Darkness.
they took their newest recruit, the one they called "Thunder" and began to work, first they flayed the flesh off his bones for it was spongey and weak and replaced it with layers of titanium.
then they drained him of his blood and replaced it with pure octane.
they then removed thunders legs, and slapped on a pair of bad ass kangeroo legs, because kangeroos just like him are totally kick ass.
finally they cut open his brain and all his glands they replaced with ones which produce testosterone, by the use of a small biologically engineered and possibly north korean retrovirus they gave him the power to run off of coffee alone, requiring only 45 minutes of sleep to maximise his admin time.
as the table raised up and the componants came together, a helmet was placed on his head, an assault rifle in his hands and a cup of coffee so potent if a single drop were to escape it would kill a whole county, with the final whirring and buzzing of machinery and clunking of the table locking in place, the legend of Thunder was almost complete, the other admins stared at their creation, walking towards him carefully, not knowing if now he was all man or all machine, fueled by caffine and liquid death. the admin trembled in the presence of their creation, realising now they didn't stop to ask themselves if they should, but went ahead to simply see if they could.
having no choice but to honour their own creation while being terrified of it, they awarded him a rank, a rank of Captain, laser engraved onto his metal skin
the new kangeroo admin, necked his coffee in one, terrifying the very creator of the world himself, he rattled his mug for a refill, his kangeroo legs breaking free from the straps which held him down
"Captain Thunder" one of the admins says "can you hear us?"
"Yes, I hear you" Thunder responds
"Where are the players you wish me to moderate?" he continued
"it seems in our haste to remove the trolls, we banned them all" the admin responded
"but thats not possible, they were logged in a moment a go, I saw them, they were happy and earning escapes" Thunder Responded
the whole room begins to shake as his kangeroo legs bring him forward a few steps more Captain Thunder now, not having anyone to Moderate exisits only as a statement of pure raw unmatched awesomeness
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO" HE YELLS while the other admins look on and smirk knowing that if they didn't keep Captain Thunder in check a new era would emerge on the world
and era of Darkness.
