Jaye Michael

PART THREE: REVOLUTION

Chapter Nineteen: Inquirendo

You can tell a lot about a fellow’s character
by his way of eating jellybeans.
– Ronald Reagan

A woman is like a tea bag.
Only in hot water do you realize how strong she is.
– Nancy Reagan

Happy Mother's Day. This chapter is a day early in honor of mothers, and those who wish to be mothers, everywhere.

I sit here at my kitchen table staring at it. There really wasn’t nothing much to look at. A bulky looking briefcase sized box with a screen displaying a very attractive woman with a very obvious touch screen button flashing off to the side.

That’s all, just an over large tablet or odd shaped laptop. No identifying trademarks or even a seam. Hell the damn thing didn’t have a cord or battery either. It shouldn’t work at all.

But what it did do was something else again.

With the current spate of stories highlighting somewhat the tragedy that many find at this time of year (all well written) I hope this lighter tale will be just as well received.
I had planned a slightly different plot during this stories inception whereby the protagonist had been a war hero but ultimately it added too much detail most unneeded. However that left me with no title. It was however written on New Years Day and thus is:...

The second part of the increasingly poorly-titled 'Stone fox tapes', which will likely make little sense without a swift (re)read of the first part.

Part 1 "indoctrination"

Joseph looked down as they began to work his legs into the rubber suit that would encase his body for the next week.

"Could you explain again," he couldn't finish his sentence as one of the frat boys put a small toy into his mouth.

"Swallow," He did.

"Well her voice will be so high pitched she'll sound like Betty Boop." said Jeff. Jeff was Joseph's best friend and he would escort the "frat tramp" during her week of being a sexual toy for the upperclassmen.

As the demon charged again, I took a grab at its ear after I dodged. It didn’t do anything to STOP the hippo, of course, but I think I got it angry. Probably not helpful - it’s not like it can stun itself any harder, right?
I took my booty as it charged, (not my ass, you sick pervs. The shard.) and hit the hippo in the eye, which started oozing. Yay!

"Road Runner, if he catches you you're through.” Road Runner Theme - Barbara Cameron

Netherworlds had a lot of different races, as well as the ability to decide on a dungeons-and-dragons type alignment, which determined what quests were available and who you could group with. Liara, Taur’othen, Gorokka, Brynhilda, and the rest of Dyslexics Untied (our guild) were Neutral Good, which as far as I can tell is basically obeying the law but only if people are watching, and trying to help people as much as possible. Chaotic evil guilds were so common that it tended to make world Player vs. Player combat really imbalanced, because Chaotic Evil is going around slaughtering stuff not paying attention to what people THINK, and because you’re chaotic you’re allowed to kill pretty much anyone that you don’t have loyalties to, and sometimes people that you do.