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DeadMan
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posted March 02, 2009 03:48 PM |
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Builders of the Commune
This is both the IC and the OOC thread. Introduce your characters, and then use them in the story.
My character:
Name: Equal Unit of Society (EUS)
Age: 20
Job: Canal digger
Background:
The contradictions of the capitalist system have finally lead to its overthrow, and mankind has built a new society in the place of the old one, with equality and society replacing exploitation and individualism. The Glorious Central Planners have organized all economic activity.
Let the story begin!
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EUS took his shovel and dug into the Earth. It felt good to be working for the good of all. He was too young to remember what it felt like to be exploited, but he was sure that it was unpleasant. He dug his shovel in again. He had to admit that his work wasn't always fun, but the collective nature of society made him keep going.
His supervisor approached him.
"Good job working for the good of the people," he said, "Just a few more Society Large Units of Length and this part of the canal will be complete!"
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I don't matter. You don't matter. But we matter.
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baklava
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Legendary Hero
Mostly harmless
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posted March 02, 2009 04:04 PM |
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Edited by baklava at 16:46, 02 Mar 2009.
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Jesus Christ this is so awesome...
Alright, here's my character.
Name: Another Equal Unit of Society (AEUS)
Age: Alive enough
Job: Prisoner in a Gulag
AUES hit the barren, frozen ground with his improvised pick-axe. Though it was, of course, not his, but the People's improvised pick-axe. It felt good - he could feel the healthy repent for the crimes against the country he'd done 27 years ago. He'd now trust the good people of the Glorious People's Police, and never again question the Commissary's decision to have his son, Boris, imprisoned and shot after hearing him tell a joke about the Glorious Proletariat. He felt embarrassed that he once had such an unruly, capitalist excuse for a son. But, thanks to the Motherland, Boris was now executed, leaving AEUS free to colonize Siberia's Gulags through the Glorious Central Planning Committee. If it was possible to survive the Gulag, he would be a changed man.
He struck the ground again and the pick-axe fell apart.
The shadow of his overseer loomed across his back.
"Why hello there, AEUS, I see we are in need of another Glorious pick-axe."
"Indeed, comrade, I would greatly appreciate it if you deemed me worthy to use another one."
"Most certainly, we are here to help each other. If you would be so kind as to receive this motivational hit from my AK-47, you will be allowed to crawl to the stockpile and make a new one from the sticks, stones and rope over there."
"How lovely, comrade. Do motivate me with a kind hit and I will be on my way."
The Glorious People's Overseer struck him with the blunt part of the rifle, and AEUS again felt the overwhelming desire to help the Glorious Society as much as he can. After all, equality and freedom need to be protected in any way they can. A joyous smile danced on his face as he crawled toward the stockpile. His broken ribs hurt, but nevertheless, it is a good, productive day for a good, productive man. It's Sunday, maybe he'll even get something to eat afterwards.
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mvassilev
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Undefeatable Hero
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posted March 03, 2009 05:57 AM |
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k.
My character:
Name: The Heretic
Age: Unknown
Job: Doctor, counter-economics practitioner, semi-saboteur.
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Heretic heard the police come, and quickly hid his patient into his cellar. The police came in, and, without asking, searched his home, but were unable to find the cellar, as it was well-concealed under a carpet that had a picture of the Glorious Leader woven into it.
After the police left, Heretic opened the cellar door. He gave his patient a few pills, and his patient gave him a wad of green money - quite unlike the red coupons used by the Commune. "Thanks," the patient whispered quietly, "I don't know if I'd have lived if not for your treatment." "Your money is all the thanks I need," Heretic replied, "If you understand that I do this in my self-interest, then you are the one who has my gratitude." The man, who was an underground engineer who had recently developed polio - and was cured of it - smiled, and said, "And that is why I thank you." Then he quietly slipped out of the house.
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Binabik
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posted March 03, 2009 07:28 AM |
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My character:
Name: McCarthy
Age: 104
Job: anti-socialist resistance member
Pulls out a gun and kills all the ****ing socialists. Game over.
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baklava
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Mostly harmless
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posted March 03, 2009 02:52 PM |
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Edited by baklava at 15:28, 03 Mar 2009.
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You guys sure know how to spoil the fun.
Quote:
Pulls out a gun and kills all the ****ing socialists. Game over.
HELL YEAH! GET 'DEM SONS OF -blip-ES PRIVATE!
REMINDS ME OF BACK IN 'NAM WHEN I FACED A WHOLE SQUAD OF YELLOWS ARMED ONLY WITH A CIGAR AN' A COMBAT KNIFE! DAMN, THOSE WERE SOME GOOD TIMES!
'DEM GODDAMN PREJUDICED YELLOW BASTARDS JUST DON'T KNOW THE MEANING OF FREEDOM UNTIL YOU SET THEIR MOTHA-blip-IN' JUNGLE ON FIRE!
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blizzardboy
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Undefeatable Hero
Nerf Herder
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posted March 03, 2009 10:02 PM |
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Name: Comrade Comrade
Age: We are all in this together, and the average age of the People's Republic of Comrades is 31.
Occupation: Comradeship
Comrade Comrade was indulging in the spirit of camaraderie with his comrades in the communal living quarters, when he heard a knock on the door. "I'll get it, Comrades" Comrade Comrade said. "Thank you Comrade Comrade," said Comrade Comrade's Comrades. Comrade Comrade opened to the door to find Comrade Bob delivering the anticipated supply of fossilized wild rice to the communal living quarters.
"Ah, I see our, and by our I of course mean the People's Republic of Comrades, ration of rice has arrived," commented Comrade Comrade.
"Indeed, Comrade Comrade", Comrade Bob complacently commented.
"How much will it cost?" asked Comrade Comrade.
"Come now Comrade Comrade, it will cost the People's Republic of Comrade's approximately zero credits," replied Comrade Bob.
"Let me commune with my comrades," commented Comrade Comrade.
"Quite unnecessary Comrade Comrade," commented Comrade Bob, "The zero credits has been reduced by 100% by the Bureau of Comrades, and is now zero credits. Consider it a bonus from the Motherland!" commented Comrade Bob.
"Aha! A bonus from the Motherland! Zero credits, that's just enough for me to purchase my rice rations! Very well, hand them over," complied Comrade Comrade.
"Your rice rations?" commented Comrade Bob.
"Forgive me Comrade, the collective tongue of the People's Republic of Comrades slipped, and forgot it's place," begged Comrade Comrade.
"Don't worry about it Comrade Comrade. Enjoy your rice rations!" replied Comrade Bob, and he left for his fellow Comrades to eat the fossilized rice.
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mvassilev
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posted March 03, 2009 10:38 PM |
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Heretic headed towards the community living quarters. There was someone he needed to meet there. On the way, he met a drunk, lying in the gutter, barely alive. "Someone has reached socialism," Heretic thought.
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DeadMan
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The True Humanitarian
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posted March 04, 2009 04:06 PM |
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After work, EUS was relaxing inside. A uniformed man walked in with EUS's supervisor. The supervisor turned the PA system on, and said, his voice echoing throughout the whole complex, "Everyone, please line up outside. There is a profiteer among us." EUS went outside with his comrades. The uniformed man stayed inside, and searched the complex. He walked out with a sewing machine and some clothes.
"This man was sewing clothes for profit!" he exclaimed, "He even has receipts!" Then one man in the line fell on his knees and started to weep, "I'm sorry! I couldn't control my selfish impulses! I exploited society!" The supervisor walked up to him, "You really should know better. But at least you have a conscience. We're going to have to punish you, though. We're going to put you in a room of pleasure, and will stop you from working for the benefit of all for a few days!" "NOOOO!!! That's cruel!" the guilty man exclaimed, "But I guess I deserve it."
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I don't matter. You don't matter. But we matter.
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