[Herr D]

I can now log in to the end–sometimes.

Here! Btw, have a look at the blog for the pop quiz. They’re having a weekend OPMC today.

[Herr D]

No corned tuna. All audits will result in intangibles. How’s HQ coming?

[Herr D]

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There are some things you just shouldn’t SAY in some places.
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[Herr D]

Yum yum yum and a bottle of–wait, is she undead–blech!

[Herr D]

Happy Belated B-day. Ironic about the timing. I love that some people are referring to the deadlocked Congress as ‘children.’ Frankly they probably need more public shaming to get them to do their jobs. I’m generally incapable of winning a popular vote, but maybe that’s partly because I have a work ethic? It’s a mystery to me.

[Herr D]

Ah. So which are LH’s parents? You’ve started right out with all the elements in place, nothing neglected.

[Herr D]

@Lightningsword said:

Does that mean I won’t be paying?

What? Oh–I think you said you did already. This note says you won’t be audited. You may use it and distribute it. Of course we always encourage overpaying on this system . . .

Oh, and nice determined look above.

[Herr D]

[looks to see if wife is watching, opens marsupial-like pouch on blue tentacle] Yeah, okay. Out past G47, there’s this way station? They have a low-gravity cabaret I found a few years before I met my wife. The locals are all about what translates to ‘tickle pop,’ not your usual kind of music. The star of the place is quite easy on the eyes, ears, etc. They never have a shortage of backstage Thimbacas! She’s on the secretive side–none of the locals know where she hails from, and she claims it goes against her upbringing to share her true name or let even her lovers know how many hands she has. (More than six!) She smudged her message to me as she switched pens . . . [fumbles out old picture]

http://i1067.photobucket.com/albums/u438/jamais5/2013hm/HerrD-DivaOfTicklePop_zps8d476628.png

. . . she was in kind of a hurry to make the next show. I promised I’d never forget her. [stuffs pic back in pouch]
–WHAT’S THAT HONEY?!

[Herr D]

[looks to see if wife is watching, opens marsupial-like pouch on blue tentacle] Yeah, okay. Out past G47, there’s this way station? They have a low-gravity cabaret I found a couple of years before I met my wife. The locals are all about what translates to ‘tickle pop,’ not your usual kind of music. The star of the place is quite easy on the eyes, ears, etc. They never have a shortage of backstage Thimbacas! She’s on the secretive side–none of the locals know where she hails from, and she claims it goes against her upbringing to share her true name or let even her lovers know how many hands she has. (More than six!) She smudged her message to me as she switched pens . . . [fumbles out old picture]

http://i1067.photobucket.com/albums/u438/jamais5/2013hm/HerrD-DivaOfTicklePop_zps8d476628.png

*/*OPMC

. . . she was in kind of a hurry to make the next show. I promised I’d never forget her. [stuffs pic back in pouch]
–WHAT’S THAT HONEY?!

[Herr D]

Thanx!

I seem to be having trouble logging in. It only lets me log in on the first page of a thread. That and my pic of the items is not loading–I may have computer trouble. The code for the next three items is below: the double-eyestalk alien head, the bullet ding from Insignia Std, and a certain right foot from male tech. You can copy/paste this in and load it directly and I’ll try to add the pic later. Obviously you don’t have to keep the words.

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[Herr D]

[ethereal delivery man steps out of nowhere] “Payment received? The Cosmic Bank doesn’t do audits till death, so don’t worry about keeping records. It’s all postponed for your convenience. On another note, I actually heard someone AFRAID that the IRS would be late collecting taxes because of the shutdown. Pity they can’t run like the Cosmic Bank. [rubs hands together] They’re doing a LOT of pointing fingers and arguing. I may have some special collections to make today . . .
–Oh, well. Gotta go. The delivery van needs to do some more swingin’ low.” [vanishes with the sound of a tinny horn and an engine starting up.]

. . . I’m sorry–what were you saying? Glad you liked it.

[Herr D]

**psy ct

Excerpts of Field Report GHDT345225-8375

Insurgents had prevented my return to base, so I proceeded with all due stealth in pursuit of remaining target. I was out of water and dangerously low on ammunition (one full clip,) when I saw the target taken by a small man, Caucasian, brown hair, using a taser from behind. The street was full of unfriendlies, so I kept my position. The locals gave him a wide berth out of obvious fear. The abductor used an engine lift to get my target into the back of a pickup truck and drove away.
At sunset, I abducted a witness and questioned him, finding him surprisingly helpful. Apparently the locals refer to him as ‘the Nazi,’ and they have observed him for nearly a year. He abducts people of mixed ethnicity and takes them to a compound on the edge of the village. They leave him alone. My informant drew me a detailed map and begged me to not reveal his identity should ‘the Nazi’ take me.
The following morning I reached the location to discover same pickup truck under wreckage of a low wall. I fully expected my target to be responsible but saw no sign of ‘the Nazi’ or my target. Infrared detected two bogies inside, barely moving. After cursory recon and prep, I entered.
Two men of mixed ethnicity were attempting to free themselves from leg manacles chained to the wall. They were wearing rags and peculiar hardware around the neck. They had managed to turn on an air conditioner across the room by throwing wrenches from a spilled toolbox. They explained to me that they lived a few villages away, that ‘the Nazi’ had taken them, and that he had tested them in a peculiar way.
‘The Nazi’ rigged three long shelves full of modified machine guns. A device randomly pointed and fired the arsenal at the opposite wall, which still had targets painted on it from a previous owner. Their restraints were wired with anti-tampering explosives and remote unlocking mechanisms which would release them for testing. The two men were tested with rubber bullets and showed me extensive bruising. They spoke of my target having failed a live ammunition test the night before. Then they asked about a woman.
They pointed out a third set of manacles, explaining that ‘the Nazi’ had forced her at gunpoint to clean up the testing room, that he had hit her, that he had tested her with live ammunition. They believed she had somehow escaped and that the abductor had left in pursuit. I did not understand at the time, the word ‘precognition’ in their dialect, but recognized it later with the help of a translator.
I found my target’s body just where the men told me it should be. I recovered ‘part one’ of the “package,” still in his pocket. The testing room was just as described, and a similar set of neck hardware and cuffs was on the floor. I took two modified machine guns loose from their mechanisms, twelve live clips, and wired the room. The men revealed a pantry with two cases of purified water, canned sardines and soup, cheese, multivitamins, and fresh goat. I cooked the goat and split it with the men while I examined their neck hardware. With forty hours to spare before my next possible extraction, I removed backup batteries from their neck hardware and left them with tools to remove the rest after the primaries failed. They explained to me that they believed her backup battery had failed right before the test and thanked me for leaving most of the supplies within their reach. I believe I heard them detonate the testing room after I left town.
Recap: a small Caucasian man, brown hair, brown eyes, and a woman of mixed ethnicity, brown hair, green eyes are wanted as persons of interest. One of them is probably in possession of a small package of great importance to the CIA. The man is known only as ‘the Nazi,’ is armed and dangerous, and is apparently obsessed with psychic research. The only other information we have about the woman is that she apparently survived a precognition test and escaped ‘the Nazi.’

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[Herr D]

Very good work. Human faces are HARD. And you recreated several of them quite closely.

[Herr D]

Revenge usually makes a convincing, driven character. It’s a shame that outdoing kindnesses is so much harder to establish in any human relation. Good picture, Blue; original combo of ears and hood.

[Herr D]

@Lightningsword said:

@ Herr D: Would that be a buck?

No. One compliment. On a heromachiner’s thread, preferably a thread you have not commented on before.
Or, IRL to someone you don’t normally speak to.

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