old.Tohtori
FH is my second home
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It was a rainy saturday as i sat in my car, watching the abandoned warehouse across the street. The forum people were getting on my back like a warveteran on his girlfriend after a two year assignment overseas. Not a pretty picture. I lit a cigarette and quietly lolled at a passing bachelor group, it reminded me of a keepraid not three days ago. I hadn't smiled in a long time, forgot how nice it felt. Almost three weeks now. Three weeks since i last read a section of The Wild Geas in freddyshouse creative forums. Everyone was waiting for the next part like the rising moon, never really understood why people waited for a oon to rise, but who was i to judge.
I was contacted by forumpeople anonymous a week back. The conversation was simple:
"Hello, Jeff here, private eye on the pie.", i said, trying to be funny even if i felt like ending it all after that -Find me a WoW copy- fiasco.
"This is the CEO of FPA."
"FPA?"
"Forum People Anonymous."
"Oh you guys, what you want this time?", i said a bit annoyed, these guys were always wanting something for nothing. And i mean nothing, last time i got a free week in anarchy online. I don't even play the damn game...
"We want you to find Roo, the story ain't going nowhere."
"So if it ain't going nowhere, it's going somewhere?", i said, lighting another cigarette.
"You really want to get smart with me?"
I did,i wanted so much to get smart, witty, sarcastic and just pwn the living daylights out of this guy...
"Not really.", i managed to answer.
"Good. Find him. Or the account gets it." -click-
That's it. They didn't even want to "pay" me this time. They pulled this "we have your login details" thing on me a few timess before. Had no choice really. So there i was, sitting in a beatup chevy, smoking a cgarette and watching a warehouse where Roo evidently had been seen.
I flicked the cigarette out, realising that opening a window is a smart move before doing any sort of flicking. Great.Now my pants had a hole in them. Well, wasn't the first one. Finally, some motion i the window. The lights flickered on and a soft blue glow filled an adjanted window. Someone was on the computer. I grabbed my peashooter and opened the door. Why i owned a peashooter instead of a proper gun, beats me. Can't afford one i guess. Didn't have time to think about it too much as i stepped into a rather deep pool of water. Lucky for me my boots weren't that new, unlucky is the holes in them, making my boot filled with sockhobourin soup. No time to think about that now. I wanted to make it back home before the dragonraid started. Damn i hate the rain.
I wasn't much for that whole counterstrike eleet sneaking, i always found that walking into places with a lot of noise works as well. So i did. Straight across the street, to the door and inside. Atleast it wasn't raining. The fresh smell of noodles, dried soda and wet paint filled my nostrils. If i wasn't as bored as i was of this assignment allready, i'd stay for a while and watch the paint dry. Steps going upstairs. Only way to go and only way to leave. I think i got this writer cornered. I slowly moved up the steps, avoiding making much of a racket.
A bucket, some electrical sparks and a good lot of hollering out curses later i remembered why i didn't sneak to places anymore. So, what the hell,i bolted upstairs and kicked the door open.
Nothing. A computer loading roughly 30 pronmovies from DC+ or something, a load of burned cd's marked something boring like "Tour De France 1997" or "Grannys birthday at the village church". In other words, a lot of porn. I used that trick with my girlfriend too, when i had one, now i just label things as "hardcore pron" so i find it easier. But no writer. Not even a pen. I was about to turn the peashooter up my nose, just to try if it would do the trick when i noticed a post it sticker on the monitor.
"Property of Teh Seel, tuff luck Jeff"
Teh Seel. Just the guy who gave the tip. Damnit. That white bastard had better got tickets to the antarctic of something. Not the first time he pulled a fast one over me.
So, there i was. Sitting in my car and driving along the rainy streets. No Roo, nowhere, just a copy of tour de france and a can of soda. Well, atleast i got payed something this time. I guess i should tell the people at FPA that i found jack and shit and both left town. Then again, i have a dragonraid to catch...
I was contacted by forumpeople anonymous a week back. The conversation was simple:
"Hello, Jeff here, private eye on the pie.", i said, trying to be funny even if i felt like ending it all after that -Find me a WoW copy- fiasco.
"This is the CEO of FPA."
"FPA?"
"Forum People Anonymous."
"Oh you guys, what you want this time?", i said a bit annoyed, these guys were always wanting something for nothing. And i mean nothing, last time i got a free week in anarchy online. I don't even play the damn game...
"We want you to find Roo, the story ain't going nowhere."
"So if it ain't going nowhere, it's going somewhere?", i said, lighting another cigarette.
"You really want to get smart with me?"
I did,i wanted so much to get smart, witty, sarcastic and just pwn the living daylights out of this guy...
"Not really.", i managed to answer.
"Good. Find him. Or the account gets it." -click-
That's it. They didn't even want to "pay" me this time. They pulled this "we have your login details" thing on me a few timess before. Had no choice really. So there i was, sitting in a beatup chevy, smoking a cgarette and watching a warehouse where Roo evidently had been seen.
I flicked the cigarette out, realising that opening a window is a smart move before doing any sort of flicking. Great.Now my pants had a hole in them. Well, wasn't the first one. Finally, some motion i the window. The lights flickered on and a soft blue glow filled an adjanted window. Someone was on the computer. I grabbed my peashooter and opened the door. Why i owned a peashooter instead of a proper gun, beats me. Can't afford one i guess. Didn't have time to think about it too much as i stepped into a rather deep pool of water. Lucky for me my boots weren't that new, unlucky is the holes in them, making my boot filled with sockhobourin soup. No time to think about that now. I wanted to make it back home before the dragonraid started. Damn i hate the rain.
I wasn't much for that whole counterstrike eleet sneaking, i always found that walking into places with a lot of noise works as well. So i did. Straight across the street, to the door and inside. Atleast it wasn't raining. The fresh smell of noodles, dried soda and wet paint filled my nostrils. If i wasn't as bored as i was of this assignment allready, i'd stay for a while and watch the paint dry. Steps going upstairs. Only way to go and only way to leave. I think i got this writer cornered. I slowly moved up the steps, avoiding making much of a racket.
A bucket, some electrical sparks and a good lot of hollering out curses later i remembered why i didn't sneak to places anymore. So, what the hell,i bolted upstairs and kicked the door open.
Nothing. A computer loading roughly 30 pronmovies from DC+ or something, a load of burned cd's marked something boring like "Tour De France 1997" or "Grannys birthday at the village church". In other words, a lot of porn. I used that trick with my girlfriend too, when i had one, now i just label things as "hardcore pron" so i find it easier. But no writer. Not even a pen. I was about to turn the peashooter up my nose, just to try if it would do the trick when i noticed a post it sticker on the monitor.
"Property of Teh Seel, tuff luck Jeff"
Teh Seel. Just the guy who gave the tip. Damnit. That white bastard had better got tickets to the antarctic of something. Not the first time he pulled a fast one over me.
So, there i was. Sitting in my car and driving along the rainy streets. No Roo, nowhere, just a copy of tour de france and a can of soda. Well, atleast i got payed something this time. I guess i should tell the people at FPA that i found jack and shit and both left town. Then again, i have a dragonraid to catch...
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