Post by corvette1710 on May 1, 2015 0:05:24 GMT
John Krugman: electricferret.freeforums.net/thread/3235/john-krugman
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Jiao Dao: electricferret.freeforums.net/thread/3821/jiao-dao
Jiao’s court revertebrated with thunder, the rain pelting the windows creating a sound almost as earthshaking, almost of the same magnitude. The General knelt to the side of the steps of her throne, the lavishly decorated walls adorned with tapestries and mosaics. Red beams protruded from a gleaming yellow floor, but the light coming from outside turned everything into a bluish-grey bastardization of what they were.
Her face was stoic, her jaw clenched and the grip on her dagger tightened. She sat completely still, legs crossed and seemingly lazed into the seat she’d taken to so easily. The hand not on her dagger covered her mouth, her brow furrowed in thought as the laptop in front of her displayed static but conveyed a clear message. A threat, no less.
“We both know that there are currently only four major distributors of Serum: you, me, the Song, and the federal government itself. Now, this might change sometime in the near future, my dear, but for now, it’s just us. You see, each and every one of we four are simple street vendors, blown out of proportion by the inflated popularity of our products into moguls, magnates of our trade. Now, let me teach you a little vocabulary, something to help you understand the idea I’m trying to perpetuate: subjugate; verb. bring under domination or control, especially by conquest.
“This is what I will do to you and your little posse if you don’t submit to my regime. In a surreal case of cowboys and Indians, I will gun you and your men down… no, actually. Not you. You, I will force your General to kill. Then he will kill himself.”
Jiao could see the laptop had a camera; no doubt it was on and John Krugman was enjoying his show so far. Jiao had done well in mimicking a frightened expression, feigning ignorance as to the camera, and even the tone of her voice as she responded, seemingly tentatively. The confidence in her tone began to grow as she spoke. “The conflict you reference… you seem to know little about. If you’d care to recall, the Indians didn’t have the weapons the cowboys did until much later in the war… but we are on even grounds. Your Serum is no purer and in no way superior to mine, but your group is ragtag. Ruffians. A street gang, with no training among the lot of them. Mine, however, are assassins. Triad. We have a reputation, are well-known; but I suspect you put as little research in to that regard as you did with your metaphor. If you wish to conquer us, I have but a phrase to offer you in response.”
She stood and walked to the laptop, down the steps of her throne to the stand upon which the laptop rested. She pushed the stand over with her foot, and the laptop crashed to the floor.
The room was silent for a moment and the whirr of the laptop slowly died. Just before its end, Jiao remarked, “You can try.”
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Jiao Dao: electricferret.freeforums.net/thread/3821/jiao-dao
Jiao’s court revertebrated with thunder, the rain pelting the windows creating a sound almost as earthshaking, almost of the same magnitude. The General knelt to the side of the steps of her throne, the lavishly decorated walls adorned with tapestries and mosaics. Red beams protruded from a gleaming yellow floor, but the light coming from outside turned everything into a bluish-grey bastardization of what they were.
Her face was stoic, her jaw clenched and the grip on her dagger tightened. She sat completely still, legs crossed and seemingly lazed into the seat she’d taken to so easily. The hand not on her dagger covered her mouth, her brow furrowed in thought as the laptop in front of her displayed static but conveyed a clear message. A threat, no less.
“We both know that there are currently only four major distributors of Serum: you, me, the Song, and the federal government itself. Now, this might change sometime in the near future, my dear, but for now, it’s just us. You see, each and every one of we four are simple street vendors, blown out of proportion by the inflated popularity of our products into moguls, magnates of our trade. Now, let me teach you a little vocabulary, something to help you understand the idea I’m trying to perpetuate: subjugate; verb. bring under domination or control, especially by conquest.
“This is what I will do to you and your little posse if you don’t submit to my regime. In a surreal case of cowboys and Indians, I will gun you and your men down… no, actually. Not you. You, I will force your General to kill. Then he will kill himself.”
Jiao could see the laptop had a camera; no doubt it was on and John Krugman was enjoying his show so far. Jiao had done well in mimicking a frightened expression, feigning ignorance as to the camera, and even the tone of her voice as she responded, seemingly tentatively. The confidence in her tone began to grow as she spoke. “The conflict you reference… you seem to know little about. If you’d care to recall, the Indians didn’t have the weapons the cowboys did until much later in the war… but we are on even grounds. Your Serum is no purer and in no way superior to mine, but your group is ragtag. Ruffians. A street gang, with no training among the lot of them. Mine, however, are assassins. Triad. We have a reputation, are well-known; but I suspect you put as little research in to that regard as you did with your metaphor. If you wish to conquer us, I have but a phrase to offer you in response.”
She stood and walked to the laptop, down the steps of her throne to the stand upon which the laptop rested. She pushed the stand over with her foot, and the laptop crashed to the floor.
The room was silent for a moment and the whirr of the laptop slowly died. Just before its end, Jiao remarked, “You can try.”