A Game of Bullets

Goner laid there with blood seeping around his body, due to the three bullet holes that had hit him in the chest. He was alive, but he didn't know for how long. Frank had ran over to him as Angst laid down a covering fire.

"Frank," Goner coughed up. "You stupid bastard, you are going to get killed."

"Shut up," Frank ordered him. "I'm not letting you Sean Bean on me."

MORGANFOKKER SAYS THAT YOU ARE OVER-ESTIMATING YOUR IMPORTANCE

Tool Meet Job

He ran his rough, calloused hand over the smooth surface of the structure. It glinted like the blade of his sword. 

"I've had dreams of things like this," he said. "The dreams feel old... Older even than my memories." 

"You're a strange guy, Aki," Max said as he watched his friend study the large object. 

Akimoto turned with a smirk. "What's that story about the pot and the kettle?" Max returned the smirk. "So... What is it?" the warrior asked finally. 

"It's called a spaceship. They're really useful for fighting aliens." 

Akimoto nodded. "Good thing, with that horde of invading monsters descending from the heavens." 

"It seemed appropriate."

 

* who is max cube?

version x.1

The Cookie

INT. 'GOOD TOMES, GOOD TIMES' - DAY

GONER is sitting at a table with a laptop before him. He's scrolling through a website, his fingers dancing around the keyboard. MAX is sitting off to one side, a smoke before him as well as a cup of coffee.

MAX:

Anything at all?

GONER:

Just give me a few more seconds. Let the program do it's job.

MAX:

Time is of the essence here.

What Mysterious Awakenings Await Thee

Maggie opened her eyes and found herself lying submerged in a tank. She was in a sea of colorless liquid, but somehow she was breathing. Her first reaction when she became aware of her surroundings was of panic. She tried to move but a jolt went through her limbs - that's when she realized that she was held by a pair of manacles.

"Not again," she muttered to herself, though her voice sounded foreign to her.

When Maggie moved small electrical jolts warned her of the consequences of her action. She was naked and covered with electrodes and wires. 

"She's aware," a female voice announced. 

"That was sooner than we expected," said another female. "Page the good doctor and let him know Magenta Blue is a go."

Maggie pulled at her restraints only to be greeted with another jolt of sharp pain that made her wince.

"No sudden moves, Magriel," said a voice. He stepped forward and a cold smile crossed the frozen wastes of his face. 

"The more you move, the stronger the jolt," he warned. "And we don't want our star pupil to be dead before we begin."

"Well, now that you have my attention. Who are you?" she questioned.

"My name is Morganfokker and I would like to officially welcome you to this plureality."

"Should I know you?" Maggie questioned.

"Maybe," his answer was short and curt. He touched the glass tank, looking down at Maggie in a hungry sort of way. "I've been searching for you for a long long time."