8FOLD: Mighty Medley # 4, April 2014, by Messrs. Brenton, Perron & Russell
Andrew Perron
pwerdna at gmail.com
Wed Apr 2 16:07:47 PDT 2014
On Wed, 2 Apr 2014 00:06:36 +0000 (UTC), Tom Russell wrote:
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> "Reign of the Cyborgs", by Tom Russell
> A maniacal mechanical menace terrorizes Tokyo.
WOO
> "You think you've beaten me? Four bombs, four minutes! Every minute, a
> bomb goes off. Find it in time, you get the clue for the next. Miss a
> single one, the clue goes up in the explosion, and Atlanta is burning
> all over again!"
I like how you save time by not explaining at all who this is.
> Across the street from the park: the Georgia Aquarium.
> Darkhorse is terrified that she's made another boner.
Heeheehee
> She
> twitches her fingers to create a counter-frequency, and zeroes in on
> the bomb, in the shark pool. Great. No, wait, it gets better-- the
> bomb is in the shark. And, what, twenty seconds to go? That's the
> best.
XD Of course
> Or, ooh, maybe knock the shark out? Last time she was
> in Lemuria, Terry taught her a subsonic anesthetic his veterinarians
> used on pet sharks. She wiggles her fingers at super-speed to
> replicate the frequency.
I love the use of vibration in this one.
> Melody disarms the bomb, and spins around, creating a miniature
> hurricane to propel her out of the pool. Soaking wet, her skintight
> union is a little skintighter than usual. Well, that's going to be all
> over the internets.
I think that, of your Darkhorse mini-stories, this one does the action
best.
> "I was randomly flipping through some regional newspapers, using
> synchronicity to see if anything would jump out as significant," Deidre
> explained. "It's one way I use of investigating weirdness when I'm not
> taking actual paid commissions.
How holistic of her.
> In fact," she said rather grimly, "their ideology occasionally
> came up in everyday conversation, but I noticed it was more like people
> were using neo-Nazism as a common cultural reference point, rather than
> trying to evangelise for it. It was as though within a few weeks it
> had become normalised."
Hmmmmmm. o.o
> So under normal circumstances he
> wouldn't have spectated. But Silke felt that throb in him, same throb
> what brought him to Adams and Gulliver, only now it was pointed at one
> of the four micks at the next table.
It's a useful power for plot. <3
> "You know the man."
> "That's the peculiar thing, sir. Not only do I know the man, but I
> killed him not more than a fortnight ago.
Oooooo.
> The stranger stood bolt-upright and fired his pistol direct into
> the man's head. Swinging 'round, he shot the dealer. The dealer's
> partner raised his gun, then dropped it, as there was presently a
> knife in his skull. The pretty barmaid then wiggled her hips from bar
> to table to retrieve her dagger.
Super quick action! <3
> The stranger tipped his hat to the lady, and then grabbed a lock of
> his own red hair. He pulled at it, and everything-- hair, skin,
> clothes-- did peel away. A leather-faced Indian stepped out of the
> mess like a pair of pants. "I am Skin of Snake," he said to Silke.
Ahhhhhhhh, nice. <3
> A machine armed with an ancient Martian beam pistol, he has been
> programmed to investigate and punish all robo-crimes! He is...
> DETECTIVE 999!
Ooooooooh. Yes. (Wait, ancient Martian... oooooooh)
> "The Cyborgs rode in pairs, with each pair having a chain held taut
> between them!" relates Lemon. "Each chain cut the man clean through!"
> "I need to stop these Cyborgs!" says Three-Nine.
> Lemon's watch alarm beeps! "Oh no, I'm late for my bikini
> photoshoot!" She tears off her blouse and pants and hops onto her
> motorized scooter!
I seeeee.
> "Look! A girl in a bikini riding a motorized scooter! Let's murder
> her!" He laughs, and his gang laughs with him! Then they kill her!
Wh--
O.o Huh.
> "No!" says Three-Nine. "Because I will kill you instead!" He fires
> his beam pistol!
> Steropes just laughs, a laser beam ripping through his human eye!
> It ricochets inside his brain, bouncing off the dinonium! He screams!
> "A million-to-one shot!" says Tiger. "You killed him!"
> Lemon's ghost appears! "Now my spirit can rest! Thank you,
> Detective Three-Nine!"
...I'm very confused.
Andrew "NO .SIG MAN" "Juan" Perron, bwah-huh?
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