Hamster Troubles!

Who: The six foot, one inch hamster, named White Wolf.
When: 2:42 PM.
Where: Inside a rather dingy pawnshop located somewhere in the low
rent district of a backwater planet named 'Reuben'.
<snip>
Now all he had to do was figure out how he was going to convince this
pawnshop owner that he had choosen Wd-40's head as his 'pet'
toy. "That shouldn't be too hard...", thought White Wolf, as he
quickly stepped back out onto the street and into the pawnshop.
<unsnip>
Seconds later the Kangaroo mouse followed White Wolf in along with a
virtual gaggle of others, attracting the attention of the pawnshop
owner, who immediately came heading over while grabbing up a nearby
broom and brandished it while calling, "Shoo, Shoo".
White Wolf half turned and started to clawsign for the Kangeroo Mouse
to leave with the others, when the shop owner stepped up to the group
and shouted "Get out of here you disgusting vermin!" just before
smacking the six foot, one inch tall White Wolf heavily in the face
with the broom.
White Wolf couldn't have been more taken off guard by the pawnshop
owners actions, because without really thinking things through, he
simply grabbed the broom away from the owner and began trying to show
the man his forged note. But his unusual actions had spooked the shop
keeper, who plaintively yelled "AH! Rogue Rodent Mob!" and quickly
leapt over a nearby counter and sought shelter behind it.
Several of the other human sized rodents behind White Wolf merely
looked around in confusion as White Wolf simply stood at the front of
group and thought "Oh Smeggaroni..." as he saw the pawnshop owners
wife across the way in the shop hurriedly reach behind a nearby
curtain, and pull out a shotgun and rapidly pointed it in their
direction with a look of sheer panic on her face.
White Wolf, along with several of the rodents behind him,
instintively dodged or dropped to the floor as the nervous woman
quickly closed her eyes and pulled the shotguns trigger shooting
toward the small gathering of human sized rodents. A mere microsecond
after the blast, several of rodents who were only minorly injured by
the blast rapidly bolted for the door while emitting various
terrified squeals and sqeeks, leaving the mortally wounded Kangeroo
mouse who had taken the brunt of the shot in his chest lying on the
floor not far away from the prone lying White Wolf.
White Wolf half got up and turned, before catching at the desparately
gasping Kangeroo Mouse who was spluttering up small amounts of blood
with his every slow breath. The little kangeroo mouse slowly reached
out his paw toward White Wolf and simply clawsigned "Sorry" before
quickly inhaling a shuddering breath and then, suddenly stopped
breathing as his eyes glazed over and his paw wimp limp. There was a
slight momentary pause, before there was a slow exhaling of his last
breath marked the end of his life.
A tumble of emotions passed over White Wolf's hamsterish face, first
he was aghast at the completely senseless killing of a entirely
innocent animal, and then very sorry for the seemingly faithful
Kangeroo mouse who he had only come to know these past few month, but
had grown fond of along with the many other human sized rodents here
on this cursed planet Rueben. And finally his emotions slowly turned
to what can only be called a volcano of anger and his beady eyes
practically lit up red as he stood up, spun around and slowly
advanced towards the pawnshop owners wife who after seeing the look
of sheer malevolence on his hamsterish face, rapidly began trying to
reload the shotgun as the Pawnshop owner called from across the
room, "For Smegs sake Marge, forget about the gun, just run!"
The wife had just finished chambering another shotgun round, and
began to point it at White Wolf, when he rapidly reached out and
disarmed her and expertly ejecting the shell from the shotgun in one
smooth motion and bellowing at the woman, "You people are not
responsible enough to be owning a gun!" before the shell finished
flying over his shoulder and bouncing on the floor. The pawnshop
owners wife simply fainted and then fell to the floor.
Then White Wolf set down the shotgun on the countertop and removed
his fake rodent-control-circuitry hat before walking over to stand
before the pawnshop owner. And glanced down at cowering and near
gibbering man for a moment, and then carefully said to him, "Go and
tell this Rueben and dictatorship loving Governor of yours that us
rodents demand to several space vehicles placed at our disposal for
passage off this planet, and until he complies there will be a
planetwide revolt. Now go!"
White Wolf motioned for the other rodents who were now re-gathering
at the door to make way for the man. Who hardily needed much more
urging before he bolted out of the shop.
"Um, begging your Captain's pardon, sir?" Called Wd-40's 4th spare
head from the pawnshop window, "But I believe you've violated JMC
directive# 21350987.231, which states - 'No ranking JMC officer shall
incite any native planets population to revolt, unless properly
authorized three decades in advance and the planets economy has been
audited for unstability twenty three years in the future of the
revolt, and your face has been signed in tripicate by the four
sequentially elected 'directors of war' who've each had at least two
years of service duty in the bog cleaners branch of the space core.',
unless you've simply forgotten to shave and actually do have each of
those signatures of authorization hiding under all that fur on your
face."
"They could've required they be stenciled on my ding dong, Wd-40."
Quipped White Wolf, while turning towards the spare Wd-40 head, "And
wouldn't have changed my mind one bit about the fact that I want
something better for these poor creatures..."
White Wolf's words were interuppted by a loud crash as the pawnstore
front window glass was shattered as a small appliance went flying
through it from behind him. White Wolf spun around to see a four foot
Brown & White Siberian hamster and greyish gerbil standing there,
both giving him an eager claw up gesture.
"Seems you pair have already got the idea." Said White Wolf grinning,
retrieving wd-40's spare head and then grabbing a seven foot length
of pipe that was leaning up against a nearby wall amongst some
discarded steam boiler system parts which were marked for sale. He
skewered Wd-40's spare head on the top of the length of pipe. "There,
that should suffice."
"Why sir, This is undignified." protested the spare head.
"Well, Would you rather have someone mistaking you for a soccer ball
reject?" quipped White Wolf looking at him out of corner of his eye,
while going over and a picking up a bandolier for shotgun shells
from inside the pawnshops use gun case along with several boxes ammo
and began loading them into the shotgun and then the Bandolier.
"um no, not really." replied Wd-40's head, "But I still must protest!"
"okay then, Noted. What do you say we go teach few others how to spur
along a social revolution, Hmm?" Finished White Wolf handing the
shotgun bandolier to the Gerbil, before pulling out a 9mm semi-
automatic, loading it and then that handing that over to the 4 foot
Siberian hamster.
"But sir, May I remind you that your arming Gerbils & hamsters!"
shouted Wd-40's head indigantly.
"Yes, but I shall be directing them." replied White Wolf going over
to the Rifles & heavy weapons and selecting out a decent looking
Blasto-matic, and loading it.
"May I ask, are you planning to do so from behind them?" Asked Wd-
40's spare head #4.
"Nope." Said White Wolf going over and picking up the lead pipe with
Wd-40 on it, and began heading for the door.
"I was afraid you were going to say that..." Said Wd-40's head while
grimacing, "Sir, by JMC directive# 21350987.231b subparagraph
sixteen, I am making a mechanoid citizen's arres-" He was cut off as
his face struck the top of the six and half foot doorjamb as White
Wolf forgot to lower the pipe enough for him to clear.
After quickly making sure that WD-40's head wasn't damaged, White
Wolf replied, "Well that's too bad WD, because I'm resisting, so you
just try and stop me."
Wd-40's face boggled for a moment, and then he stated, "While I may
not be able to stop you sir, I believe *they* certainly intend to!"
Trying to indicate a bunch of uniformed "Rogue Rodent" patrol who
were quickly advancing towards the armed trio of rodents amongst a
score or more of unarmed rodents that were gathered around them and
following.
"Uh oh, time to fall back!" called White Wolf, motioning for all the
rodents nearby to follow him as he hot footed it down the street,
while glancing over his shoulder back at the other hamster and
patrolmen to make sure they weren't going to just shoot. The
Patrolmen began shouting for them to all stop, and several of the
rodents began to once again squeal in terror.
"Sir, may I point out - that you please watch where your -
GGGGOOOOIIINNNNNG! " Wd-40's head called out over the rising din, as
he saw a temporal wormhole suddenly open up in front of crowd of
fleeing rodents, before they all helplessly disappeared through it
with a loud >Bamf<.
Dozens of the rodents went tumbling down a set of white marble stair
as they rapidly popped out of the other side of the temporal
wormhole.
White Wolf quickly performed a acrobatic somersault and stood up
facing backward, readying himself to provide defensive cover fire if
and when the patrolman came after them. But he was momentarily
stunned to see the massive temporal hole generator machinery with all
sorts of timers standing mounted like a shrine before him, then one
of it's timers started flashing a 10 second count down.
White Wolf wasted no further consideration what that meant, but
instead shouted out, "Come On everyone, move forward as quickly as
you can, so others can get through!"
A few confusedly dart back through the temporal worm hole, but dozens
more of the human sized rodents poured through the open temporal hole
and down the stairs, as if heeding some unspoken call to 'abandon
ship' if that were possible, followed here and there by some
patrolmen, whom rodents began fighting with.
White Wolf and the Siberain nearly had to shoot a couple of them in
own defense, as some of the patrolmen quickly began retreating back
through the wormhole. Then as the countdown timer reached zero, the
temporal Wormhole disappeared about as suddenly as it had appeared,
leaving them utterly alone.
Some of the rodent were still subdueing one of the remaining
patrolmen, when he raised his weapon to shoot at White Wolf, a shot
rang out startling everyone around, and everyone quickly realised it
from the Gerbils shotgun and not the patrolmen's as the man quickly
fell to the ground dead.
"Sir? What's happening? I can't see a thing from down here, except
that one fellow over here really needs to see a pedicurist in a
hurry, because his nails are in real bad need of a clipping!" Called
Wd-40 plaintively from the place where he was dropped on the group.
White Wolf bent over and picked the pipe and stood him up once again,
and replied in annoyance, "What about my claws?!? Does it look like
I've had a chance to swing by the beauty botique in the last three or
four months?"
"Well, then suppose the bad news is that personal hygene probably
won't matter all the much now.", commented Wd-40 while
blinking, "since this place looks awfully old & deserted!"
"Mmm, your right about that." replied White Wolf then heading over to
a column a short ways away with several little tiny engravings on
it, "Say, what's this?" White Wolf paused, "It looks pictures of the
little claws spelling out the same way I taught the rest of the
rodent to use for communicating..." then his voice trailed off,
before he finally finishs, "Oh my stars, I can't believe it!"
"Why what does it say?" Wd-40 trying to focus his eyes as well as he
could from up on his high perch.
"it says that a a albino wolf shall lead us from our begining, then
to my home - no, OUR home... homeworld." says White Wolf excitedly
while scratching off some dust from the column as he continued, "it's
a message from the past! It's says we're in their future, and we're
supposed to go back through that machine thats behind us when it next
opens up another wormhole to go back to the time when we..."
White Wolf pauses before he reads on, in a incredulous voice he calls
out, "go on to establish the 'Roo civilization' which later invents
it and an benevolent empire and then even later, spans the multiverse
while their exploring the diffent temporal causalities!"
Suddenly, behind them the temporal wormhole appeared again.
"Everyone go on through!" Orders White Wolf quickly.
"What's going on?" Protests Wd-40.
"We're going to start a new civilization, WD!" called back White Wolf
happily.
"But, I thought you said we were in their future!" Protests Wd-40.
"We are, but we won't be soon." Said White Wolf smirking as following
the last of the rodents up to the wormhole.
"This is all so confusing!" mutters Wd-40.
"Well, it seems perfectly clear to me. And I'll plenty of time to
explain it all to you previously, back in time." Comments White Wolf
smirking as he steps through the temporal wormhole and disappears.
<Fini!>
-*-*-*-*-*-
My last OOC words: This is (I believe) my final post to the Blue
Dwarf sim. For I believe it is time for me to say a fond farewell to
everyone here in the group.
I knew that I would have to someday. I just always hoped it
was going to be some *other* day in the *future*. Call it a
optimistic procrastion if you will. :) But now that day is
today, strangely, I don't really *know* what I want to say to each of
you. Even I though I always thought I would have some great speech
and all that when this day eventually came. *Hmpf*, just like a
hamster, Huh?
I guess I want to say one thing in particular - /Thanks for
the memories/. I hope many of you will think of Me & White Wolf as
fondly as I think of you bunch. And I don't do teary farewell very
well, so I won't go into details and tell you all how hard it is for
me to finally pull up the tent stakes and break camp. But, be
assured, it is.
And I figure some of you will want an explaination for why
I'm leaving. Hmm well, I came to this decision for some *very
complicated* reasons. You see, once upon a time, my writing and
following along on the Blue Dwarf sim was an absolute blast for me.
But as I participated more and more in the group over the course of
my long membership here, certain unpleasant events happened where I
would occasionally be vilified by someone who was (justifibly or not)
angry with me for something or other, or being told that I
was 'harsh/mean/unfair' or some other such guff. All because I had
taken on one of the burden of helping enforcing our Sims rules and
making judgement calls on what I believed to be right and fair while
helping out guide the groups ongoing storyline progress and
everything like that.
Unfortunately, each of those unpleasantaries had exacted toll
my spirits, eventually so much so that recently I noticed that I was
slowing looking forward to our daily posts here on the Blue Dwarf
less and less, and even begining to dread when the next bad thing
would happen. Then yesterday, Jen pointedly asked me a fairly good
question - 'Why don't you be fair to yourself and turn this over to
another moderator?' After I thought about it, I eventually concluded
that she was completely right - though not in the way she had meant.
It pretty much came to a head today when Ben, asked me some very
similar questions. It was right then that I decided it was time for
me to move on, because there was certainly enough people asking me
the same questions. Though, I came to see them in a different light
and having an epithany that I had let this thing snowball far as I
willing to see it go, and like Kilgore Trouts words from
Timequake, 'You were sick before, now your well again, and there's
work to do.'. In a sense, I got annoyed with myself for my earlier
inaction, and decided it time to translate that into action. A sort
of 'cleaning house' directive so to speak.
So there you have my explaination - though convulted as it is. I
hope everyone will understand my reasons, and not feel bitter towards
me. And those that do will eventually forgive me for my earlier
actions - I was doing what I thought best. just as I am now.
Anyways I've bored you to death long enough - so like I said
above, it's been great fun, folks. And until me meet once again, Fare
Thee Well and (somewhat) as Truman said, if we don't see each before
then, make that also good morning, good afternoon, good evening and
one hamsterish Goodbye, my friends! :)
- Tim/White Wolf