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A couple of days ago, a brilliant tripfag with the most delicate prose, posted an amusing and thrilling story set in the distant future about a cyborg assassin girl, introducing other characters and novel SciFi concepts.

Unfortunately, he only posted a couple of pages but I find myself wanting more of this. Where are you, Beat The Devil? /lit/ demands more!

>> No.535181

Shitty copypasta?

>> No.535180

Here's the prologue in case you wonder what I'm talking about.


PROLOGUE:

It was a dark and stormy and grim and hardcore night. The air was thick with a vague sense of eroticism and futuristic mysticism. It was also kind of humid, too. In the city of Robo-Mesopotamia, every night is like this. The days are pleasant and refreshing, but too few remember that day gives into night.

Robo-Mesopotamia is the capital of Future Earth, the name given to describe Earth's state in the future. The darkness and grimness of night is contrasted by the blazing city lights. The silence of a world ravaged by the Gyrotanium Robocalypse is interrupted by the angry voices of bad guys. However, tonight, only one bad guy roams the streets.

And this bad guy is a girl.

And a cyborg.

And she's the only bad guy because she killed the other bad guys. All by herself. In one night.
With her chainsaw fingers.

>> No.535194

>>535180
the fuck?

>> No.535198

Chapter 1:

The wrath of a cybernetic angel of death is never a clean sight. Among the slaughtered hovercycle gang were many gum and condom wrappers, proving that even in the future our environment isn't safe.

"Damn."

"It's a damn, hard night" Captain Smith said while lighting a cigarette.

"A damn, long, hard night" Agent Jones said, entering the crime scene.

"Who the hell do you think you are, Agent Jones?" Captain Smith asked, unpleasantly surprised by the shady agent's presence.

"You small-town city cops and your ignorance. Shouldn't you know your superiors by now?" Jones asked in a condescending, dickish tone.

Captain Smith, at a loss for words, responded by asking "Where's your ID, tough guy? You got a bagde?" He tossed his cigarette to the ground. Agent Jones walked ahead of the Captain, staring down the bodies of the deceased gang of thugs.

"Hey," the Captain quips. "What the hell? Are you listening?"

>> No.535199

"I've seen this before," Agent Jones said to himself, ignoring the Captain. "It looks like our friends here were *murdered*."

"Oh yeah? What makes you so sure?" the Captain asked impatiently.

Agent Jones pulled a laser pen and aimed it at one of the corpses. The victim's leather jacket reflected the cool, blue light. Then the jacket looked cool. "Here," Jones said as he clicked the pen. "This is how we do things in R.D.C."

"R.D.C...?" Smith thought to himself.

The pen's light turned from a sterile blue to a burning red. Quite burning, in fact, as the laser cut through the jacket. With a few calm movements of his wrist, Jones burned off the jacket of the victim, revealing a jacked male physique once covered by a jacket. Continuing to cut away with the pen, the agent started to cut open the body of the murdered thug.

"Hey, now you're going to-"

Smith was interrupted by Jones. He raised his free hand and shoved it in the Captain's face. In Jones' hand was a virtua badge, a futuristic badge with a hologram image showing a full 3d portrait of Jones, various scrolling text with information about the agent's credentials, and a rocket launcher.

>> No.535201

"Agent Jones?!" A shocked Captain Smith asked/exclaimed. "*The* Agent Jones?"

"Satisfied? Please step aside. I'm performing a field autopsy," Jones said, still focusing his laser pen on the carved-up corpse.

"A field autopsy? Is that necessary?" Smith asked. "Shouldn't we move these bodies first."

Jones was quick to defend himself. "In the time it would take to move these bodies, we'll have several more bodies like these show up. We can't let this murderer roam around. If you want to do your job right, then you have to do it fast."

"Wow." Smith was taken by this radical approach. "You really don't do things by the book, huh?"

"Sir," Jones responded. "This is the digital future. I haven't had to read any books in a long time."

***End of preview***

>> No.536880

what, need more.

>> No.536929

>story set in the distant future about a cyborg assassin girl
I want to vomit.

>> No.536935

>>"Wow." Smith was taken by this radical approach. "You really don't do things by the book, huh?"
>>"Sir," Jones responded. "This is the digital future. I haven't had to read any books in a long time."

>> No.536940

>>536935

>in before massive shitstorm

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536945

>Then the jacket looked cool

>> No.536947

Got my attention. Any more?

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536951

>With a few calm movements of his wrist, Jones burned off the jacket of the victim, revealing a jacked male physique once covered by a jacket.

>> No.536955

>Jones asked in a condescending, dickish tone.
"dickish"?

>> No.536960

>>536955

Implying that's not a word...?

>> No.536963

This is the best thing I've seen all day.

>> No.537011

>>536929
But it's such an obvious parody. The "Gyrotanium Robocalypse?" Surely you don't think it was written seriously...

>> No.537028

Come on /lit/, are you really taking this as unintentionally stupid? The writer clearly did it on purpose.

I expected better of you guys.

>> No.537045

>>537028

>unintentionally stupid

>>537011

>obvious parody

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