crodio said:
This is Literally the bannerlord thread right now
Nope, the bannerlord thread is so disjointed that even if the OP said "post anything" people would still getwarned for off topic posting.
SSEXPLOITATION: FRENCH-AFRICAN NAZIS ON MARS
"So where's this perimeter, Gulsa?"
"I don't know," said Gulsa. "It's like the police have just...given up."
"So do we just continue to the next town, or what?"
"I suppose…"
Neither of them felt compelled to move. They felt they were being watched. There were no sirens or torch lights, and no activity on the hill behind them.
Gulsa patted her forehead.
"Is it raining?"
"Doesn't feel like it," said Claudia. "You have a little something in your hair though, looks like a rice grain."
Gulsa picked at her head aimlessly, but Claudia brushed her hand aside with her own, and grabbed a small white object between her fingers. It squirmed violently. She yelped and dropped it.
"What was that?" said Gulsa, brushing her hair down.
"I don't know, some kind of maggot or something."
Gulsa continued to brush ferociously until she saw the same in Claudia's hair.
"You've got one too. Down, please."
Claudia knelt down to where Gulsa could reach her head. She grabbed the object between her fingers, but unlike Claudia she refused to let it go. It squirmed grotesquely but she ignored the sensation and brought it closer to her eyes.
"What is that?" said Claudia, trying to get a better look herself. "A silkworm? Might be a silkworm."
"It…isn't a silkworm, I can tell you that much."
Gulsa placed it between her teeth and bit it in half, spitting both pieces into the ground. Claudia gaped in shock.
"What was *that* for?"
Gulsa didn't reply. There were more of the things in Claudia's hair, quite visibly moving with their tiny legs. But by the time Gulsa had removed them all, dozens more had taken their place. In the darkness it was hard to see where they had come from.
"Claudia, I think we're screwed."
"Why? What are these things?"
Gulsa brushed some fifty of them off her clothing. Some clung to her hand as it swung to dislodge them.
"Synthetic flies, or Mouches Intelligents, or Mougents," she said, slapping herself. "Little robotic flying cameras with every kind of sensor inside. The police here use them for surveillance. I think we're screwed."
Claudia took off her jacket and shook hundreds out of it. "It's just a couple of them. I don't think they can even see us, bumbling around like this."
The ground began to rustle loudly. In spite of the loose soil, Claudia's footsteps became considerably crunchier. Gulsa stayed were she was.
"Come on, Gulsa!" said Claudia. She swatted at the air and felt nothing but tiny pinpricks of pain as Mougents flew headlong into her hand at high speed. "Don't just stand around!"
Her surroundings were beginning to disappear. As much as she had put off thinking about it until now, she could feel them crawling over every centimetre of her clothes and arms. She frantically threw herself around, and eventually fell to the earth, weighed down by tens of millions of Mougents.
Gulsa tried pulling both her sleeves together and pulling the collar of her shirt above her head, but there wasn't enough fabric and there were too many Mougents. She rolled from side to side on the ground, crushing thousands of them at a time, but hardly putting a dent in the numbers covering every exposed surface of her body.
Neither Claudia nor Gulsa saw the troupe of torch-armed policemen blundering through the darkness towards them. The two of them were still tossing and turning, tearing at themselves and slapping their faces even as handcuffs were clicked into place on their wrists.
The police stood them up and took them to the road where an armoured vehicle was waiting under a streetlight. The two buzzing pillars of Mougents gave no resistance as they were sat down, and heavy metal doors were slammed behind them.
The driver started the engine and the Mougents instantly dispersed. A window was opened and they all flew out in a swarm, ready to feast on plastics and metals to slowly recoup their numbers.
Neither Claudia nor Gulsa said anything for the entire ten minute journey. Never in their life had they experienced something so vile and uncomfortable. It would take some time to recover.
