Suicide solution
ooc right guys ive not posted for ages as im faarr to busy with work and
sports atm. thus i feel zac should make an exit. it's been great and thanks
to all involved. congrats to all longwooders! and finally i can do one last
thing with no fear of reprocussion....*Takes a running kick at White wolf's
giant hamster ball and sends it spinning across the room* ha always wanted
to do that!!! anyway stay intouch all. happy posting!
where: cargo bay
Who: Zac Wylde
When: about 2 minutes before the crash.
The pod's engine roared. "not bad!" though zac. ok, on went the stereo to
the tune of suicide solution by the ozzmeister.
he sat thinking for a while, ok so the dwarf wasn't so bad but lately he'd
hardly even noticed the time pass. the last thing he remembered was the
1980's. he had had enough of the constant bitching and whining between all
the crew and try as he might he just couldn't get his leg over with amber...
Zac punched up the turbo feedout and took a reading. good.
"Holly?"
"Wasup dude?"
"Take this down, memo. black border."
"Rite!" holly's eyes flicked left and right he hated this sort of thing
"To all the crew.
Hey guys im outta here im going down on the express lift. time is of the
escence and now so am i.
Look, i know this isnt the best way to go out but hey i just gotta do this.
if by some really fucked up chance i manage to survive this run i'll see you
all for a drink in parrots if not then well...see ya round.
it's been real, no actually it's been surreal.
There's a poem i read once and it seems appropriate now, kinda.
Now weary traveler rest your head,
For just like me you are utterly dead!
Any way toodles.
And amber if you do get around to seeing this, i would have given my direct
port nitrous injection to get a chance with you, come to think of it i still
owe you dinner. there's $200 in my cabin, treat your self.
umm....
and elwood? c ya round ol buddy ol pal!
yeah and astalavista i'll be back!!!"
"thanks holl, um make sure all of that lot read that ok?"
"Yeah Sure"
Zac looked down the cargo deck and turned up the radio. he'd known all
allong if he used the nitrous system he'd rigged up it'd make it impossible
to stop but what the hell!
he punched the engine start button and the pod screamed to life. then he
fired the nitrous the wial of the turbo skipped up an octave and filled the
hold with noise...it was going quite well...ah...what is that noise...a kind
of rattling...
zac half turned in his seat to check the fuel system and didn't see the
support strut ahead. the pod slammed into it at just in excess of 300mph,
the pole crumpled and for a moment looked like zac would get away with it
but pod wraped itself up into a crumpled mass of metal arround the strut.
the pod clanged to the floor and fuel spilt across the deck. there was
movement from the drivers cab, zac struggled in vain to free his legs from
the dash. it was then he heard the unmistakeable sound of broken wires
arking, sparks flew and the fuel ignited with a "woosh". zac fought harder
against the dash, this wasnt his idea of a laugh. dying is one thing, kentau
grillin is something totally different.
"will anyone miss me?" he wondered, hell they MIGHT even bring him back as a
hard light hologram if they did.... it was then it happened, the residual
nitrous in the tanks and system superheated and sparked.
"Fuck it!!!!" screamed zac as he suddenly realised he never meant to kill
himself just get a massive rush
then a fireball engulfed the pod and threw it up into the air with a
blue/green flame. the pod slammed back down to the deck and lay their
burning gently.
it was how he would have wanted to go out, instant and almost painless.
then all was quiet just the noise of fire gently eating away at the pod.
"objects in therear view mirror may appear closer than they are" - meatloaf
happy simming all
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