Sodium One A Major Malfunction Chapter Three
By ThisGuyHere
Summary: Salt Shooter sounded like the perfect way to keep the people occupied- action-packed warfare, but not against humans, providing a vital outlet for all the pent-up feelings of anger without the guilt of actual war. Until something goes terribly wrong, someone is killed, someone's responsible, and feelings about the game change. Suddenly, it's not a game anymore.
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Around schematic number 9, I started to get the feeling every Sodium citizen gets after a boring activity: a yearning for adventure. A craving for that danger, that on-the-edge-of-your-seat excitement that only one thing can satisfy: Salt Shooter. Unfortunately, I'd used up my Shooter break for the day, so all I could do was wait for-
"Hey Jim!" Nick says as he walks into the room, his cinder-block shoes stained with Scorpion blood. "I figured this would be the right time for a pick-me-up."
Nick walks up to my desk, and sets down a 44-ounce Grape Swirl with a strawberry and umbrella, my favorite Scorpio's drink.
"Thanks, man," I say tiredly. Nick notices and says, "Need some help? An explanation of certain parts of the craft? Maybe a first-hand interview with a pilot?"
"Come on, man, you know the rules. You have to submit the names of everyone working on the project when you put in the badge request," I remind him. "Isn't there some way to add colleagues to a project after the request's in?" Nick remarks, as I sip the Swirl. I weigh the pros and cons, namely having experience with the topic in the article and having a coauthor I work well with vs. getting yelled at by Larry. After a couple minutes of silence, I reply, "What the heck. Won't hurt too much, and the story'll be a much better feature in the next edition, so we might as well do it."
Nick grins and says, "Well, as my first recommendation as your coauthor on this story, I say we head down to Scorpio's and meet the others."
I grab my Swirl and head out with him.
Looking back, perhaps it would have been better if I had refused…
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A/N: Yep, a frustratingly short chapter. This is my first fanfic, so I'm not expecting it to be great, or get any reviews, as it's under Misc. Games. Still, for anyone who cares, it'd be nice to know that somebody somewhere is reading this and enjoying it. I've heard that reviews are more powerful than regular reads, follows, and favorites. I guess only time will tell.
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