12 DaysIn 12 days, you're going to kill me.
In 12 days, you're going to break my knee.
In 12 days, I will hate you.
In 12 days, I will not be able to stand and fight.
In 12 days, hearts will break.
In 12 days, dreams will be shattered.
In 13 days, I will not have woken up.
In 13 days, I will sleep in the morgue.
In 13 days, you will get a call.
In 13 days, you will collapse in shock.
In 13 days, news will be broken.
In 13 days, a team will unite.
In 20 days, you will be burdened.
In 20 days, I will be cremated.
In 20 days, you will face consequences.
In 20 days, I will be eulogized.
In 20 days, success will never matter again.
In 20 days, we will be free.
AMB3RAMB3R is an avatar living in the virtual world Serenity. She is a virtual being. Therefore, she does not actually exist.
AMB3R is employed as an escort in Serenity. She sells her virtual body for the virtual money she uses to pay the rent on her virtual apartment, buy her virtual clothes, and do virtual activities. AMB3R is one of few Serenity residents to actually have employment. Most acquire their virtual money through a currency exchange; there are a few out there who are content with Serenity’s free content to not want money. And since residents of Serenity did not need to eat, sleep, bathe, etc. AMB3R has little use for having an apartment. But she did find some pride in having a place to call her home, and that was worth the bi-weekly rent.
The world of Serenity was comprised of hundreds of places called sites. The creators of Serenity owned eight, known as “default sites” since newcomer residents first arrive in
Meeting Gary 'Roach' SandersonFor a while, Roach was just a story to me. Ghost raved about him. Seeing him run the training course made me feel so insignificant; all the self-confidence I had was long gone before he finished. The one thing that was truly jaw-dropping was his quickness. If this he was in a Wild West duel, his opponent wouldn’t even see Roach draw his gun he moved that fast.
I remember meeting him for the first time before the 141’s mission in Rio de Janeiro. Captain MacTavish was going through some extra debriefing. Ironing out the edges of the plan, little nit-picky details of how he wants things to be done. Once that was finished, Roach walked by me on the way out the room.
“An Aussie?” he mumbled, his lips barely moving.
“Be nice, Roach,” Captain MacTavish chuckled.
I guess Roach’s way of being nice was not saying a word to me ever again.
“Don’t mind him, Dragon,” Captain MacTavish said to me after Roach left the room. “Roach doesn
The Girl in the AquariumEverything and every part of Lucas Edmonds’ estate could be described with the words large and expensive. Ceilings were high off the ground, twice as high as normal ceilings. The furniture looked as though he had spent triple of what standard furniture costs. There was a certain class to it. Maybe just knowing that Edmonds was quite wealthy that made his estate feel like a rich man’s home.
One of Edmonds’ assets was a semi-pro football team. He and dozens of his wealthy friends had created their own semi-pro league; there were several more leagues than just the one Edmonds’ Delanco Dynamite was in. These semi-pro leagues had become just a legitimate as college football, providing equal entertainment and competition. About half of the top high school prospects now choose to play semi-pro than go to college. Both ways could get players to the NFL if that was their goal.
Tristan South was a wide receiver for the Delanco Dynamite, though he was more of a special tea