I'm only a half-mod. My father was a very powerful mod, but my mother was mortal.

I"m still stronger than most mod's though.

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i challenge you to a battle of moddom to the death.

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eggroll Wrote:i challenge you to a battle of moddom to the death.

Pfft. Pitiful human, come back when you are a mod and more worthy of the ass-beating I will bestow upon you.

Liquid Wrote:

eggroll Wrote:i challenge you to a battle of moddom to the death.

Pfft. Pitiful human, come back when you are a mod and more worthy of the ass-beating I will bestow upon you.

-DRUMROLL-

AND NOW... THE MOMENT YOU HAVE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR...

step into the ring liquid! bring it motherfudgeing ON!

BEGIN:

"Damnit, Control. My datapad isn't registering his whereabouts. Fix it NOW."

I step out of my craft onto J8E-17, where the last reading of Liquid's power signal originated. I'm heavily laden with various equipment, but the small moon's light gravity greatly assists me. My boot crunches on the small rock below the descent ramp.

"Roger," is all Control replies. It's all they ever reply, seemingly... sometimes the seclusion of my duties is heavy enough to nag at me, despite my resolve. I quash the worthless emotion and begin the trek.

I touched down in a clearing, the ramp already pointing where I need to go. The last recorded signal came from those lush, alien tropics just on the horizon. "This motherfudgeer needs a dose of his medicine," I tell myself, and I settle into a comfortable stride, bounding three or four feet in the air with each long step. There is no turning back, and I know it in the pit of my stomach. I must repay him for what he has done... or die trying.

In a dimly-lit room there lay a young man in restraints upon an examination bed. He was pulling against the ties and mumbling something incoherent. Liquid stood over the twitching man, an evil smile upon his face. He took no small satisfaction in knowing that the new batch had been performing admirably.

Normally, Liquid would not even waste his time on such a pitiful creature. Not much more than just a mere boy, he had challenged Liquid -- and that was something that Liquid could not let go. The little spoon had even moved his posts without asking first.

Over the boy's eyes a blindfold lay, and next to him there was another man in a white lab coat whispering into the boy's ear.

Your nickname is Eggroll. You are out in space. You are looking for Liquid. You feel a strong sense of betrayal for something he has done. You feel smarter than you really are.

Liquid then turned to the doctor and spoke, "When you are finished creating the illusionary world, I want you to tear him apart emotionally. Do it slowly, piece by piece. Here is another vial of the current batch. Be careful not to give him too much, he looks frail." He placed a small jar on the cold steel table next to the bed and walked out of the room.

Soon the CIA would have the results they desired from Project MK-ULTRA, all thanks to the poor wretch trapped within his own mind. LSD was turning out to be quite the potent drug after all.

For the boy, there would be no hope of recovery, no chance of retaliation. Liquid almost felt bad about what he had done. Almost.

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?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????saga of two worlds ehhhh

I continued at that pace for what seemed like quite a while before I heard the faint beep of my datapad initializing. I slowed my pace in the next stride and firmly planted both of my feet to come to a full stop.

I looked down at the pad and my mind spun with terror, but I could not comprehend why. There, on the pad's relay screen, I saw a distorted image of my mother and father as I had seen them two years ago, on that fateful day. Their bodies laid clumsily on one another, and their blood intermingled and pooled. The image slowly panned out, and I saw him there. The image was coated in a faint static, but that face was unmistakable.

Liquid stood over them, blood trailing from his fingers to the ground. His body convulsed with laughter, and the sound seemed to swallow me whole. I no longer heard him through the pad's speaker system; his presence was all around me, and I heard his cruel chuckling in the bones of my skull, rattling my consciousness.

It was too much for me, then. I fell to the ground panting... and laid there quietly for a moment, thoughts blurring past me, despair and hatred consuming me.

After several minutes, I pulled myself to my knees, and looked down at the pad. There was nothing, as if it had not really been there, as if it had been out of commission the whole time.

"Control, did you get that? What in the HELL was that, and where did it come from?"

"Negative, Eggroll. Wee are still working on the positioning system. There were massive fluctuations in your vitals for a moment there, is everything under control?"

I didn't respond. I was scared and uneasy. Something was amiss, but I did not know what. I looked around me once again, and saw that I was farther along than I thought I had gone. I was almost to the foliage where Liquid's last reading had been picked up.

I got back to my feet, and looked up at the strange trees I was suddenly standing under. I pushed my way through the brush, and moved forward.

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Liquid stood in front of a room full of his superiors. Although he didn't want to admit it, he felt strangely anxious -- in the back of his mind something felt amiss, though he knew not what.

It was unusually warm in the room, or perhaps Liquid felt hot because he was in the presence of so many watchful, scrutinizing eyes. Liquid was at the tail end of his report to the committee. "...so in conclusion, given the promising results wee have obtained so far, it is my opinion that MK-ULTRA be allowed to continue unabated."

"Thank you, deputy director. That will be all." Said a man sitting at the head of the table.

Liquid nodded his head and abruptly turned towards the door and exited the room. Setting off at a good pace towards the lab, he suddenly came face to face with one of his subordinates, a very nervous and anxious look on his face.

"SIR! It's that boy! Oh, God, Jesus!"

Taking a deep breath, Liquid clapped his aide on the shoulder, looked firmly in to his eyes and said, "Calm down. Tell me what happened."

"He's gone! He killed two of the scientists and fled. Wee think he's lost it. There's no way the drugs are out of his system yet."

Liquid swore under his breath. "Alright. Contact Niedermeyer and tell him to round up a search party. That boy is too valuable to the project to let him go."

Liquid knew that for MK-ULTRA to continue, that boy would need to be recovered. Some little punk wasn't about to ruin his brainchild project.

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A spiny vine snagged my pant leg and tore a long streak through it as I pushed through the foliage. This... place... this strange forest on the edge of the rocky outcropping... something did not feel right. Yes, it was alien, I knew that much, but still...

The colors were brilliant, and the shapes of the trees and the surrounding bushes and vines did not have form as I would have expected. They seemed to have an almost fluid movement in and out of themselves. It was truly beautiful, although admittedly unsettling.

My datapad made another attempt to initialize. First a whisper of a beep, and then the faint whine of current as it juiced itself up. The screen flickered; nothing managed to be displayed, but I heard more laughter. The tinny speaker was only just playing the sound of Liquid's unmistakable chuckle. Still unresponsive, I gave the datapad a few good whacks.

"Control, I am blind out here without the datapad. What is the major malfunction?"

I waited three minutes before trying to raise them again. "Control?"

Nothing. The only reply I received was Liquid's consistent laughter, rising and falling in a crescendo, as if it was responding to what i was saying.

I could feel my heart rate increase. Anger began welling up inside me, and my forehead was wet with perspiration. The forest itself seemed to respond to Liquid's incessant laughter, its fluidity and madness of color becoming more extreme in tandem with the spikes of sound coming from the datapad's speaker. I could feel it... it was entering my head once again... I was not just hearing the sound around me, I was feeling his laughter inside me, almost as if it was coming from me...