nanowrimo 2k9

Mega truck was approaching, the grimy family was getting pissed off. the sentries were acting up. Chuff was in a parachute puking bloood and shooting a machine gun, and nickles was flying around on jet boots with a force field.

And tahts how it was. Nickles surveyed the situation quickly, and saw that the picnic people werwe still happily digging in on “hand carved” sandwiches, and while they made him ravenously stupified, his ethics took over and he decided to address the immediate problems of the centries shooting blades and flames at his mechanical boots. of course this was no sweat to him, as he had some emp’s which could fuck up most of the electronics there. the sentry bots were a little more specifuic and had recovery units, so they quickly regrouped behind a park bench and started sending anti force field shocks towards nickles, of course nickles was prepared and he decided to showe them what was what and turned on his boot exhaust on the anti force field flame and toasted the shields ot the sentries.

he went down briefly while they were stunned and examined them as a group. through his immense robot therapy he found that the sentries were almost unanimously ambitious, but scared to take the first step and instead reinforced each other with the destruction of things that they had already destroyed.

at the same time, a bunch of residents started coming out and watching the grimy picnic family, who was actually the most beloved family in woodvale, having a bad picnic, they all sharpened their fangs and came out wearing radioactgive titanium armor and claws, and grouped as a shield around the first family.

Chuff was still spouting marketing paradigms and throwing his own brand of profanity towards megatruck, it made him think of all the lost moments.

the times that he had just come home from marketing assholedome and just put on his sleeping tarp and folded up in the back of the storage cart, of all the deals he’d closed, doughnuts he’d stolen, the rites of spring, the other way that he figured was that every one who had brough him up had either died in the fur famine, or had just followed his lead and embraced capitalism, they found that they could stop that shit, that they could stop after they had the best of the fucking crap ass shirts they found and wal mart, the fact that they weren’t all that different from normal capitalists. also, prostitutes.

None of that mattered to chuff now, he activated his anti missle garb and shacked up dilligently, aiming at a distance for the civilized park below him that was bustling with activity.

Nickles, at that time, had one over the hearts and minds of the sentries, and was rallying them to come help push his bike and collect the rest of the dino spam and dinosaur blood. He could probably get them just to carry him, because their jet feet were much more efficient than a vespa.

The townsfolk, seeing the army of sentries marching forward, all switched in to their natural forms, and grew bio armor over the titanium armor they already word. they were sick of the sentries and this was going to end now.

The towns folk formed a line, held hands like some post apocalyptic version of red rover. the sentries just pulled up and went around, and avoided the whole thing.

The red rover line, pulled to maximize its length against the running sentry hoard who was just trying to get around them. They pulled into a circle through some kind of weird function of group dynamics.

And in the center of the circle, picnic family at the top, and floating, armored nickles at the other, chugging his last hidden forty, Chuff landed in the center, the parachute closing down on the inside of the center.

with his training, chuff quickly cut through and stood at a ready pose, weapon cocked and bouncing around the circle looking in.

It was a tense moment, chuffs eyes were vaguely crossed, he seemed to be farting as he exhaled and doing some kind of awake snoring while he inhaled. The sentries were all confused but conveniently put on hold.

The leaders of woodvale sat grimy and covered with blood, their cold eyes looking meanly at the rest of the circle, while being surrounded with a small pyramid of armored townsfolk. protecting them. They all wore the same cold snarl looking at the opposition.

Chuff shook off the parachute and spoke.

“People, we are all here for different reasons, we all have our differences, and even some of those have indifference to those different differences. The difference, though, the real difference, is that i have armor and a machine gun, and i dont know why you mother fuckers are all surrounding me. Thats my speech, seriously, all of you back the fuck up or i am gonna kill someone.”

It was a tense moment and only framed by the rumbling in the distance that seemed to grow louder every minute. The sentries suddenly sparked to life, their weapons seeming to go hay wire, pointing every direction without actually aiming, nickles force field shone a bright white blast and his boots started backing him out of the circle saying “just want my damn bike, dont need none of this”. The townsfolk stayed stoic, each one focusing on a different target, and not shifting its gaze in the slightest as claws were brandished, and weapons, there was a low collective hiss coming out of the crowd.

Chuff pulled a second machine gun off of his back and pointed one each in opposite directions at the opposing factions.

“Lets rock, mother fuckers.” He said.

Then suddenly the roaring broke through, the trees surrounding the idealistic town were crushed and a giant, pissed off truck with a mouth stomped out of the forest. The machinations were unbearable, the proportions terrifying, and he had somehow weaponized a fighter jet and was shooting bio generated missles towards every highway it could see.

And then everyone was run over by a truck.