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Subject: Misriah Massacre

Posted by: neoshogun
Posted by: Yoozel
Neo has officially been promoted to barf cleaner-upper and pukee hair holder.
I am honored to have that position. While your barfing I can steal your wallets!

It's creepy enough that people stalk Bungie via Webcams, but it's even worse how they stalk back.

June 6, 2345(Earth AD) 3:45 PM (Martian Sol) at the Misriah Food Distribution Center

"Daddy, what's going on?"
A thin, slightly malnourished father looked down "It's another blasted food riot, third one this month! Why don't you have your mother take you back home, where it's safe." The crowd inside the food distribution center was angry, and the thought of his four year old boy going in scared him
"Daddy, I'm hungry..." The boy was skinny, he must have weighed no more than 39 pounds at barely four feet tall. The Martian gravity was week, yet he was just barely strong enough to stand.
"John, just hang on, please! Your brother Ein should be here shortly to pick you up" the father was agitated now, but not at the boy. The crowd was growing restless.
These food riots were becoming all too common. Food was scarce on Mars now days. After the CRISTs started failing the Martian economy plummeted. During the first CRIST cycles, the Martian colonies flourished, growing well beyond its ability to sustain itself. Now with the CRISTS barely working half the time, and funding to maintain them slowly trickling away, the Martian colonies have been underfeed, literally, having experienced many famines to date.
The food distribution center was a giant stadium like enclosure, with the crowd filling up most of the space. A few United Earth Government (UEG) were giving out food rations. The crowd kept getting louder and louder. Mothers and fathers screaming about the starving children, workers complaining about their weekly food payment, the jobless seeking scraps. It was pure hell.
"Daddy!? Why are they so loud!?" the child was quite upset. The father simply didn't have a reply.
CRISTs or Cargo and Resources In-System Transports were thought to be highly efficient. Giant cargo ships tugged via solar-sail, they ran supply runs between Earth and Mars. Although it was thought that they would be low maintenance, only one in the five that were built lasted 100 years, the others having to head back to Earth to be refitted, which took at least 15 years, and repaired. No CRIST was made or repaired after the year 2310. They were aging fast.
"Daddy!? Who are those people coming in?" The father looked up and saw what his son was looking at. Heavily armed UEG troopers were filing in, clearing a large pathway in front of the crowd. The crowd was obviously getting too rowdy, their cries deafening.
When the UESC (United Earth Space Command) started carving the Martian moon Deimos to become a space ship, the Martian government and populace alike proposed turning it into a CRIST instead. The UESC had no tolerance for such an idea. They insisted it be turned into the first trans-system colony ship. It was christened the UESC Marathon.
There was a loud roar of jet engines, as three Randal Hoover tanks came in behind the UEG troopers. The Randal Hoover tank was a vicious device. Armed with a plasma cannon as its main weapon, it looked like a flamethrower of sorts stuck onto a jet propelled hovercraft. It was designed with oppression in mind, not civil defense, only good for burning away rioting crowds. The tank commander could operate a EG-343 heavy machine gun, but rarely was a secondary weapon needed. The father shielded his son now. He covered his son's eyes and ears and turned away. Three men in the crowd pulled out small arms. The UEG troopers fled in behind the tanks. The rioting crowd, now filled with panic and realization to what was about to happen pushed away, trying hopelessly to escape.
The father and son were nearly trampled when one of the tanks opened fire. There was a blinding light, followed quickly by a wall of super heated plasma, burning child ant father alike. In a little under five second they were incinerated, along with the other 500 hundred starving Martians that fateful day.

  • 03.05.2009 11:18 PM PDT

-eddy!
huh! What? It was the other guy, honest! ;)
'it was a sniper!' looks down at my sniper
uhh yeah? hes got one too. XD

wow really goo! just watcjh out for spelling

  • 03.07.2009 10:11 AM PDT