(idea) by SabreCat Thu May 25 2000 at 17:55:05
  • I was a soldier in the armies of Saddam Hussein. The uniform was a sterile-white jumpsuit. We didn't have much work to do, being seldom called upon to fight anyone, but a number of the soldiers decided they didn't agree with Saddam's ideas, and so would revolt. Saddam got wind of the plan and became angry. He immediately set us to doing hard drills, marching across muddy battlefields and diving to the ground on his signal (ala All Quiet on the Western Front). We had to dig holes to fall into each time we dropped, using fancy pickaxes with jigsaw-edged tips. When I reached the edge of the mud field, however, I fled. The drill ground was within the walls of Saddam's mansion in a city that was supposedly Berlin, so I raced into the street and caught a ride on a horse-drawn pickup bed. I kept running from scene to scene, afraid of being caught. I hid in mods for Half-Life, including CounterStrike and one based on BattleTech in which midget battlesuits chased me around ruined buildings. I also tried to hide in Furcadia, posing as my old character Tani-ro, but I no longer remembered how to roleplay him (I had him acting like some kind of magically-apt court jester instead of a poet), and didn't feel comfortable around the yiffers who had once been my friends. Finally I returned to fight Saddam. The battle went well, though I don't recall the details, and finally we had the remaining Saddam loyalists marching out as POW's. Thinking they were still hostile, I grabbed an Uzi from the ground and sprayed a few shots into the air, then hid behind a tree. One POW shouted, "Hey, who fired that Uzi?" and started searching for me as I circled around the tree. I was eventually caught, and even though I set the gun down, saying it had just been a warning shot, the POW pulled a pistol and shot me. I figured it was because he was angry that I had used an Israeli gun. As I crumpled to the ground, clutching my chest, I saw a huge "Game Over," made of stone blocks like the old Zork logo and with a soldier's helmet hanging from it, in the dark sky.

  • I was about to board a plane to go to Europe. I was with a couple of friends who were going there for a school project, but I had no real reason or plan. There was a large crowd waiting to board, and the bearded male attendant at the cockpit door was turning people away based on a dress code. I wore a pale green sport coat and a matching hat with pleated nylon fabric hanging down from the bill, but I was admitted so long as I didn't try to wear my extra hat, a derby.

    • I like it! 1 C!