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 Posted: Wed May 30, 2007 1:32 pm
It is the future. A strong Conservative government has decisively defeated the united Islamic Republics with strategic heavy bombing and missionary work. Currently the IR operates under the supervision of Israel, America's strong ally. The European Union is in the process of dissolving due to quarrels between the many nations, and in a surprise move China has given up Tibet. Canada is under pressure to allow Quebec to secede. Russia, possessor of a vast nuclear arms depot, is vying most with India and its healthy technology-based economy. The US is uninvolved in all the quarrels and is basking in what it does best - working hard and enjoying life. However, with nothing to do, activists have pushed hard for the outlawing of junk food. Politicians, hungry for votes, have agreed and laws were passed outlawing any fried food or sugary foods to be sold. They say, Quote: The movement was undertaken to reduce crime and corruption, improve health, solve social problems and reduce the tax burden created by obesity-related concerns. Cold cereal is a thing of the past and children's commercials are only for toys and fruit. Sugar prices have skyrocketed beyond the reach of all but the most wealthy Americans. Gone are candy bars and Doritos. The only chips on the market are baked thin-sliced turnips. Power bars are the only sweet bar left on the candy shelves. Sugarless chocolate is available but its popularity disappeared when it was no longer sweet. Anyone caught hoarding junk food is sent to prison and the food burned. Outraged Americans face a future of thin fitness at the expense of sweet sensation. Many are involved in the black market, smuggling cheap pastries from China and those weird Mexican lollipops with a worm in them. Sugar running is a dangerous job, but someone's got to do it. Fat-running is done as well, with many deep-fried items being brought from the UK, buttery things from France and hamburgers from Australia. The fat and sugar smugglers despise each other but sometimes will ally against the Thinnies, elite gov't teams that destroy smuggling rings and pass out vouchers for vegetables.
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Posted: Wed May 30, 2007 2:24 pm
My character's name is Bubba James Jackson. I am the leader of a group of militant southern refugees that evacuated to Aulstralia. We have a base in Mexico. Our goal is to bring back fried foods and sugar by any means nesicary. I have blue eyes, firey red hair, and perfect teeth. I am thin, but eat moslty southern recipe fried foods.
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Posted: Thu May 31, 2007 10:38 am
The Name is Darion Cuttler. I'm one of the top standing Thinies, best trained and experianced for the glorious new world order of health. i am the sworn enemy of sugar (unless it's being used to feul vehicles) and i will do all it takes to stop the sugar runs of those filthy fatties. i have the government at my back and under my thumb, and i hold a license to kill. but it's for the greater good. a world of health and skinny beauty.
bring on the runners. they will fall under my shadow....what's left of it.
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Posted: Thu May 31, 2007 6:03 pm
Wendy Ender is a dispatcher and intelligence gatherer for the Thinnies. The network of Thinnie computers is under her command.
She remembers the glory days of junk food and still has not shed those extra rolls of fat, leading some to suspect she has her own secret stash of HoHos somewhere. At 35, her metabolism is too sluggish to be able to recover from the massive quantities of junk food with which she used to stuff herself. She lives with her 15 year old daughter, who also acts as a snitch for the Thinnies.
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Posted: Sat Jun 02, 2007 12:04 am
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Posted: Mon Jun 04, 2007 11:56 pm
Wendy looked glumly across her desk, littered with papers and casefiles. The boss was on a rampage, hot on the trail of a hydrogenated fat shipment. Dietary vice might be outlawed, but so far bad tempers had not, and her boss was constantly after her to get her desk organized. No matter how much she protested it was organized, as she knew exactly what and where everything was, he yelled at her to clean it up. Any second he would be bursting in here demanding a file, which she would be able to hand to him, because she hadn't cleaned up.
It's my desk, she thought. Not his. I'm dying for something sweet!
From her drawer she took a half-ounce jar of organic honey, marked for medicinal use. At the sound of gunfire outside she shoved the unopened honey back in the drawer and scrambled out of her office.
"What's going on?" she shouted.
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Posted: Wed Jun 13, 2007 8:52 pm
Darion rushed down the halls of the Offical Building Pressing his earpiece deeper into his skull.
"Code red! Code red! we have a Runner in sector 3!" He yelled into his mike as he reloaded his weapon. a smuggler, disguised as a janitor, had snuck into the buliding to accsess the "Junk Locker" where controband edibles where kept. right now the suspect was running with a Case of Ding Dongs held tightly under his arms.
a 5098 "controband run" license to kill in said situation, and if that['s what it took then Darion was going to do it. he brought his Magnum to bear again and opened fire at the fleeing figure. Office workers screamed and leapt for cover into cubicles and nearby offices as the chase heated up.
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Posted: Sun Jun 17, 2007 6:24 pm
Wendy leaned out into the hallway and leaned back quickly as the criminal sprinted by. She caught a glimpse of his face, a haunted, desperate, defiant unshaven face. "He's going for stairwell number three! I'm going to shut it down!" she called, and leapt for her computer.
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Posted: Thu Jun 28, 2007 12:18 pm
"I was in a building a few blocks away. My agent had been detected. We had to do something or he was going to die. I ordered the attack. Our agents all around the city went into action. About 100 of my men stormed the government building. I had no choice but to fall back. I went to my specially outfitted convoy in the garage. We sped off to our airstrip. We were in the air before the government could trace us to anything. They were to busy dealing with the giant riot going on in the city of Austin.
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Posted: Sat Jun 30, 2007 10:38 pm
Doors slammed and locked shut at the computer command. The runner was caught in the stairwell. Agents escorted him out minutes later, his face stained with icing and crumbs, screaming his defiance.
"Unbelievable," exclaimed one of the agents. "He ate the whole box! I think he may have swallowed some of the wrapping."
"I can eat what I want to," snarled the perp. "You have no right to do this!"
"Scumbag, not according to your peers. Oh wait -- your betters," snapped the agent.
"Careful," said the other agent. "All that sugar's hitting his bloodstream and it could give him enormous strength. Cuff him, quick!"
"IT WAS JUST DING-DONGS!" screamed the perp as he was cuffed. "IT WASN'T CRACK OR SPEED OR -"
Wendy averted her eyes as they slapped him.
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Posted: Sun Jul 01, 2007 4:27 pm
Darion felt a dark sense of satisfaction as he pistol whipped the perp into silence. he was dragged away limp as a rag doll. but where did he come from? this was no isolated incedent. several occasions liek this had happened before and Darion was going to get to the bottom of it. he was about to turn when he saw a familiar figure go back to his office. he quickly strode to the door and poked his head in.
"wendy! you busy right now?"
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Posted: Sun Jul 01, 2007 8:31 pm
Wendy looked up from her computer. "Nothing that can't wait. What's up?"
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Posted: Mon Jul 02, 2007 1:25 pm
(You guys ignored my post. The city you are in is having a riot and your building is being stormed by rebels. Why does everyone always ignore me?)
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Posted: Mon Jul 02, 2007 9:42 pm
Kension Hemora (You guys ignored my post. The city you are in is having a riot and your building is being stormed by rebels. Why does everyone always ignore me?) ((didn't intend to ignore -- your pace was too fast! slow down and give more play by play instead of an overall summary))
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Posted: Wed Jul 04, 2007 7:39 pm
Colossia Kension Hemora (You guys ignored my post. The city you are in is having a riot and your building is being stormed by rebels. Why does everyone always ignore me?) ((didn't intend to ignore -- your pace was too fast! slow down and give more play by play instead of an overall summary)) ((Sorry, ignore that last post then.))
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