Post by Commissioner Warrior™ on Sept 14, 2010 1:03:56 GMT -5
Our incident in Alien Country was certainly the most interesting, surprising, and challenging moment for us yet. A part of me believed, now that I had dealt with something like this so soon, things would get simpler. I realized though that this was highly unlikely. Things may get easier in comparison due to our new abilities, but simplicity was far from anything we were about to be a part of. That's for damn sure.
From there, despite all the new revelations, our general plan stayed the same. We intended to head south, hopefully to Texas. So, that's exactly what we did. Thankfully, the rest of New Mexico wasn't that difficult. We ran into skirmishes here and there, in which I would expend maybe a shotgun shell throughout the entire thing. I've gotten into more of a habit of a combination of hand to hand combat, and essentially using my shotgun as a large club. And of course Kendra continued to perfect her arts and crafts project of superspeed based torture.
A few fist-fights and mutilated bodies later, we found ourselves right on the border of Texas. We then ran into certainly the last thing we expected. The entire border of Texas was lined with a twenty to thirty foot high chain-link fence, lined with barbed wire and razor wire on the top. Rather than being insane enough to attempt to climb the thing, though I could probably have thrown Kendra over it, or she could have jumped, and I could easily recover from any damage the barbed wire and razor wire do, we decided instead to go in through an entrance. After following the fence line for a short amount of time, we did arrive at an entrance.
The entrance on the border was guarded by roughly twenty well-armed guards. Their weapon selection ranged from men holding classic and modern revolvers, to old-school pump-action shotguns and lever-action rifles, to the more modern day weapons like high powered automatic rifles and even a few men positioned at high levels essentially using sniper rifles. In one of the oddest facts though, every single one of them was polite and happy to see us. We strolled up and the man at the front of the gate greeted us, “Howdy. What brings ya'll down here on this fine afternoon?”. I was slightly caught off guard, but Kendra immediately entered conversation, obviously happy to be talking to someone other than me for once.
“Home's all messed up. Souther is safer.” The man giggled, “Well alright. You know, sir, that's a mighty fine kid right there. I imagine you're plenty proud of her.” I nodded with as much pride as he implied. “Oh yeah, I couldn't have prayed for any better.” He smiled and nodded to a man behind the gate, causing it to lurch open slowly. “A respectable Christian man and a fine daughter. You two are welcome any time in our fine country of Texas.” I thanked him and stepped through the gate, but before we got all the way through I suddenly snapped to exactly what he had said.
“Sir, if you don't mind me asking, did you just say the country of Texas?” He looked at me a little puzzled, but could tell I was sincere about it. “That's right. Have been for, oh, I'd say just under two months now.” Two months? Wait, I haven't even thought about time for quite a while now. Thinking on it, the day everything happened is just under two months ago. What happened? My curiosity couldn't be contained. “What happened?” This threw him off, but he did answer my question.
“Well I'm sure you heard about the nuke-you-ler (nuclear) war. Within days of it beginning, Texas collectively seceded from the main United States and we became our own country. If the shit's gonna hit the fan world-wide, we've gotta look out for number one. So rather than be responsible for all the mistakes that so-called President Obama would make, we immediately separated from them and formed our own country like we should have so long ago. Now we stand proud as the Lone Star Country under the great President Octane.”
Wow, Texas is its own country now. That's some mixture of interesting and awesome. With their own President and every- wait a second. Did he just say what the fuck I think he said? Oh you've got to be kidding me. “Wait...Octane? As in Hi Octane? Next you're going to tell me that the first lady is referred to as Princess Firepower and the Vice President is Chance Fusion. And that the country's system of government is referred to as the Royal Shakespeare Government Company.” The man looked back at me with a mix of shock, confusion, and curiosity. “Actually sir, everything you just said is true. Well, except for our first lady. While Octane prefers to be referred to as President Octane or Mr. President, his wife prefers Queen Firepower.”
It's like some higher power is dictating everything that happens, only so they can sit back and laugh at the ridiculousness of it all. Like all of this is some story being written by someone with some sort of sick sense of humor. I mean seriously. President Octane? Queen Firepower? Who comes up with this shit?
“Uhh, where are President Octane, Queen Firepower, and Vice President Fusion located in Texas?” The man noticed there was an oddity in my voice, the insanity of the whole situation to me was showing. I suppose he just attributed it to the whole disaster, new realization of what is going on in Texas, and who knows what else, because he replied without bothering me more about my questions and how odd they seemed to him. Now he just seemed eager to help however he could.
“Like the United States, we keep our leader in the nation's capital. Which in our case, as per decree of President Octane, is now in the heart of the state of Houston. You'll be pleased to know though, that unlike the United States, you won't have to be some high-up big boy and then have to jump through hoops to meet with our President. He has nothing to fear from our people, so I am certain he'd be happy to meet with you.” I giggled under my breath before replying. “Oh I'm certain too that he'd be happy to meet with me. Something tells me he'll be just as surprised to see me as I will be to see him. Thank you for all your help and information sir, we'll be going now.”
He gave an approving and polite southern nod, tipping his hat to us. After that, we were off. To the new nation's capital of Texas, located within the state of Houston. I swear if things get any more ridiculous, I'm just going to randomly punch someone in the face. I'm about to the point where I figure if they get like that, me punching someone so hard it takes them out is only going to add to things and end up with no negative consequences on me. I can't decide if I'm eager to test this idea, or just want things to have some semblance of 'normal' again. Either way, Kendra and I headed south. Southeast to be specific, we were headed to Houston. Of course, how could I expect to get all the way there without a hitch. Especially with the way things have been going so far.
From there, despite all the new revelations, our general plan stayed the same. We intended to head south, hopefully to Texas. So, that's exactly what we did. Thankfully, the rest of New Mexico wasn't that difficult. We ran into skirmishes here and there, in which I would expend maybe a shotgun shell throughout the entire thing. I've gotten into more of a habit of a combination of hand to hand combat, and essentially using my shotgun as a large club. And of course Kendra continued to perfect her arts and crafts project of superspeed based torture.
A few fist-fights and mutilated bodies later, we found ourselves right on the border of Texas. We then ran into certainly the last thing we expected. The entire border of Texas was lined with a twenty to thirty foot high chain-link fence, lined with barbed wire and razor wire on the top. Rather than being insane enough to attempt to climb the thing, though I could probably have thrown Kendra over it, or she could have jumped, and I could easily recover from any damage the barbed wire and razor wire do, we decided instead to go in through an entrance. After following the fence line for a short amount of time, we did arrive at an entrance.
The entrance on the border was guarded by roughly twenty well-armed guards. Their weapon selection ranged from men holding classic and modern revolvers, to old-school pump-action shotguns and lever-action rifles, to the more modern day weapons like high powered automatic rifles and even a few men positioned at high levels essentially using sniper rifles. In one of the oddest facts though, every single one of them was polite and happy to see us. We strolled up and the man at the front of the gate greeted us, “Howdy. What brings ya'll down here on this fine afternoon?”. I was slightly caught off guard, but Kendra immediately entered conversation, obviously happy to be talking to someone other than me for once.
“Home's all messed up. Souther is safer.” The man giggled, “Well alright. You know, sir, that's a mighty fine kid right there. I imagine you're plenty proud of her.” I nodded with as much pride as he implied. “Oh yeah, I couldn't have prayed for any better.” He smiled and nodded to a man behind the gate, causing it to lurch open slowly. “A respectable Christian man and a fine daughter. You two are welcome any time in our fine country of Texas.” I thanked him and stepped through the gate, but before we got all the way through I suddenly snapped to exactly what he had said.
“Sir, if you don't mind me asking, did you just say the country of Texas?” He looked at me a little puzzled, but could tell I was sincere about it. “That's right. Have been for, oh, I'd say just under two months now.” Two months? Wait, I haven't even thought about time for quite a while now. Thinking on it, the day everything happened is just under two months ago. What happened? My curiosity couldn't be contained. “What happened?” This threw him off, but he did answer my question.
“Well I'm sure you heard about the nuke-you-ler (nuclear) war. Within days of it beginning, Texas collectively seceded from the main United States and we became our own country. If the shit's gonna hit the fan world-wide, we've gotta look out for number one. So rather than be responsible for all the mistakes that so-called President Obama would make, we immediately separated from them and formed our own country like we should have so long ago. Now we stand proud as the Lone Star Country under the great President Octane.”
Wow, Texas is its own country now. That's some mixture of interesting and awesome. With their own President and every- wait a second. Did he just say what the fuck I think he said? Oh you've got to be kidding me. “Wait...Octane? As in Hi Octane? Next you're going to tell me that the first lady is referred to as Princess Firepower and the Vice President is Chance Fusion. And that the country's system of government is referred to as the Royal Shakespeare Government Company.” The man looked back at me with a mix of shock, confusion, and curiosity. “Actually sir, everything you just said is true. Well, except for our first lady. While Octane prefers to be referred to as President Octane or Mr. President, his wife prefers Queen Firepower.”
It's like some higher power is dictating everything that happens, only so they can sit back and laugh at the ridiculousness of it all. Like all of this is some story being written by someone with some sort of sick sense of humor. I mean seriously. President Octane? Queen Firepower? Who comes up with this shit?
“Uhh, where are President Octane, Queen Firepower, and Vice President Fusion located in Texas?” The man noticed there was an oddity in my voice, the insanity of the whole situation to me was showing. I suppose he just attributed it to the whole disaster, new realization of what is going on in Texas, and who knows what else, because he replied without bothering me more about my questions and how odd they seemed to him. Now he just seemed eager to help however he could.
“Like the United States, we keep our leader in the nation's capital. Which in our case, as per decree of President Octane, is now in the heart of the state of Houston. You'll be pleased to know though, that unlike the United States, you won't have to be some high-up big boy and then have to jump through hoops to meet with our President. He has nothing to fear from our people, so I am certain he'd be happy to meet with you.” I giggled under my breath before replying. “Oh I'm certain too that he'd be happy to meet with me. Something tells me he'll be just as surprised to see me as I will be to see him. Thank you for all your help and information sir, we'll be going now.”
He gave an approving and polite southern nod, tipping his hat to us. After that, we were off. To the new nation's capital of Texas, located within the state of Houston. I swear if things get any more ridiculous, I'm just going to randomly punch someone in the face. I'm about to the point where I figure if they get like that, me punching someone so hard it takes them out is only going to add to things and end up with no negative consequences on me. I can't decide if I'm eager to test this idea, or just want things to have some semblance of 'normal' again. Either way, Kendra and I headed south. Southeast to be specific, we were headed to Houston. Of course, how could I expect to get all the way there without a hitch. Especially with the way things have been going so far.
