Adjuststed Terran year: 14006 A.D. EarthDate: 4.0.2.1..6 Somewhere in the former U.S. of A.
"Hey Jimmy, I've got a question." "Shoot." "I've noticed that noone in this school salutes pictures of The Ruler like we're supposed to. In fact, I haven't seen a single picture of The Ruler to salute." "Ray, you're new here, so you don't know yet that almost nobody here believes that The Ruler has any right to rule. Just go with the flow and you'll be fine." "Anyway, who's this 'Terise' guy I've been hearing so much about?" "You'll see, c'mon he's fighting Billy in about five minutes," then, noticing his new friend's look of confusion, he added "Billy's the worst bully in all of Sector 4." When they got there, the fight had already begun, and Terise, for it had to be him in the obviously Jamaican clothes, was losing horribly. The newcomer turned to his guide and said, "I thought you said Terise's nickname was 'The Rock', he's fighting like a wimp." "You just don't get it. We don't call him Terise the Rock as in the pro wrestler of the late 20th century, we call him Terise the Rock as in Paul, the rock of faith. To give you an example, Terise is in this fight because Billy stole lunch money from a kid neither one of them had ever seen before.
Just when it seemed like Terise was a goner, someone stepped out from the crowd and asked, "You need some help, bro?" the reply to which was a faint "Ya man." "Who's that?" "That's Gary, he and Terise are best friends." "So why's he volunteering for a beating?" "Well for one, he's Terise's best friend and two, Gary's lives by the rule that discretion is a sin." "You never learn, do you Gary. If you'd just followed that uppercut with a roundhouse, you'd've already won." "That's May, tactician extraordinare, and expert on all things military. She can recognize the silouette of any plane, tank, or ship, and give you the play-by-play of every battle ever, from Agincourt to Argonne Forest."
"Well Billy, it looks like you finally took on more people than you can fight. Now it's our turn to do the ass-beating." "And that is?" "Chris." Jimmy said, pointing to a blonde guy wearing faded jeans, a worn jacket with 80's style flames, and a t-shirt that read: Tell your mom I said thanks. "Chris always speaks his mind, and if he doesn't think that something's true, he won't think twice about not saying it." A few seconds later, a girl wearing sandals and 3 different peace-symbol necklaces joined the group of people facing Bily. "That must be that hippie girl, Sam. She's sure got guts." "Why?" "You may have forgotten way out here in the boondocks, but hippie culture's been outlawed because of its support of peace. Speaking of peace, why is she ready to fight Billy?" "Rumor has it she's got a major crush on Gary." "Ahh, that explains it."
The growing force opposing Billy worried him a little, but he was still ready to fight because he knew that almost none of them were skilled fighters, and besides, he could count on his friends to back him up if necessary. His attitude changed when a cold-faced boy wearing expensive clothes showed up with a posse of about 12 thugs. The patch on their shoulders identified them as Junior Enforcers (AN: kinda like the Hitler Youth, but with authority over their peers). "Show's over" the boy said, "Everyone go home, and Billy, if I ever see you fighting again you're goin to juve." "That's Rob, in addition to being Lieutenant of the local JE chapter, he's supposedly got a network of friends spanning 6 Sectors who are rumored to be more loyal to him than to The Ruler. That just about concludes the major players here, but-Joey, what are you doing here?" "I heard there was a fight, and I wanted to come watch." "You heard wrong, now go back to the youth home before something happens to you." "But I wanna-" "Go!" "Who was that?" "My little brother, Joey. Our parents died when he just 2, and we've been living in the local youth home ever since."
Before Joey or anyone else could leave the schoolyard, artillary shells began raining down on the town. People screamed as bombs as big as semis blew them apart, but the sinister creature that was killing them cared nothing for their pain, only for the order its master had given it. After more than 10 minutes of continuous shelling, the creature left, content that it had completed its mission. No sooner had it left, however, than 7 children stepped out from the rubble, an oversight that would soon be deeply regretted.
"Hey Jimmy, I've got a question." "Shoot." "I've noticed that noone in this school salutes pictures of The Ruler like we're supposed to. In fact, I haven't seen a single picture of The Ruler to salute." "Ray, you're new here, so you don't know yet that almost nobody here believes that The Ruler has any right to rule. Just go with the flow and you'll be fine." "Anyway, who's this 'Terise' guy I've been hearing so much about?" "You'll see, c'mon he's fighting Billy in about five minutes," then, noticing his new friend's look of confusion, he added "Billy's the worst bully in all of Sector 4." When they got there, the fight had already begun, and Terise, for it had to be him in the obviously Jamaican clothes, was losing horribly. The newcomer turned to his guide and said, "I thought you said Terise's nickname was 'The Rock', he's fighting like a wimp." "You just don't get it. We don't call him Terise the Rock as in the pro wrestler of the late 20th century, we call him Terise the Rock as in Paul, the rock of faith. To give you an example, Terise is in this fight because Billy stole lunch money from a kid neither one of them had ever seen before.
Just when it seemed like Terise was a goner, someone stepped out from the crowd and asked, "You need some help, bro?" the reply to which was a faint "Ya man." "Who's that?" "That's Gary, he and Terise are best friends." "So why's he volunteering for a beating?" "Well for one, he's Terise's best friend and two, Gary's lives by the rule that discretion is a sin." "You never learn, do you Gary. If you'd just followed that uppercut with a roundhouse, you'd've already won." "That's May, tactician extraordinare, and expert on all things military. She can recognize the silouette of any plane, tank, or ship, and give you the play-by-play of every battle ever, from Agincourt to Argonne Forest."
"Well Billy, it looks like you finally took on more people than you can fight. Now it's our turn to do the ass-beating." "And that is?" "Chris." Jimmy said, pointing to a blonde guy wearing faded jeans, a worn jacket with 80's style flames, and a t-shirt that read: Tell your mom I said thanks. "Chris always speaks his mind, and if he doesn't think that something's true, he won't think twice about not saying it." A few seconds later, a girl wearing sandals and 3 different peace-symbol necklaces joined the group of people facing Bily. "That must be that hippie girl, Sam. She's sure got guts." "Why?" "You may have forgotten way out here in the boondocks, but hippie culture's been outlawed because of its support of peace. Speaking of peace, why is she ready to fight Billy?" "Rumor has it she's got a major crush on Gary." "Ahh, that explains it."
The growing force opposing Billy worried him a little, but he was still ready to fight because he knew that almost none of them were skilled fighters, and besides, he could count on his friends to back him up if necessary. His attitude changed when a cold-faced boy wearing expensive clothes showed up with a posse of about 12 thugs. The patch on their shoulders identified them as Junior Enforcers (AN: kinda like the Hitler Youth, but with authority over their peers). "Show's over" the boy said, "Everyone go home, and Billy, if I ever see you fighting again you're goin to juve." "That's Rob, in addition to being Lieutenant of the local JE chapter, he's supposedly got a network of friends spanning 6 Sectors who are rumored to be more loyal to him than to The Ruler. That just about concludes the major players here, but-Joey, what are you doing here?" "I heard there was a fight, and I wanted to come watch." "You heard wrong, now go back to the youth home before something happens to you." "But I wanna-" "Go!" "Who was that?" "My little brother, Joey. Our parents died when he just 2, and we've been living in the local youth home ever since."
Before Joey or anyone else could leave the schoolyard, artillary shells began raining down on the town. People screamed as bombs as big as semis blew them apart, but the sinister creature that was killing them cared nothing for their pain, only for the order its master had given it. After more than 10 minutes of continuous shelling, the creature left, content that it had completed its mission. No sooner had it left, however, than 7 children stepped out from the rubble, an oversight that would soon be deeply regretted.