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Afloat in the sea was The Island Nation of Satanistan. Note italics. It was not a nation, because no other nation acknowledged its sovereignty. It was not an island; it was several stolen boats strapped together around a tiny beating heart, a lifeboat hastily dubbed The Great Satan. Altogether the ship housed three.
There was Her Royal Satanic Majesty Frannie Ducat, currently at the steering wheel, glaring at the cold sea with the attention a desperate 7-year-old gives his math homework. There was Margaret Clearwater, holed up in the sleeping quarters trying to dream away her floating prison and replace it with her warm bed on the mainland. There was "Soapbox" Sally Rhythm, whose real name was Chloe Cooper and who hated alliterative names. She was sitting on deck, reading an ancient issue of Amazing Stories and drinking her purified urine.
"Hey," she said, after another drought of ex-pee. "This pee isn't too bad."
"We have gallons and gallons of potable water in the galley," said Frannie. "You only drink from the Peecycler if you're running low."
"Oh. Well, I was curious."
"Curiosity killed the cat, Sally."
"Satisfaction brought him back!"
"That's idiotic. Now finish drinking your recycled pee and ... what are you reading, anyway?"
"The May 1940 issue. It's got a bunch of guys driving a bigger guy on the cover."
"What's the story about?"
"Eh, I'm not really feeling like reading right now. I'm just looking at the pictures."
"Pfft."
The Island Nation of Satanistan was not the most robust craft on the sea. Its galley was water, some six packs of Mexican beer, more Spam than any loving God would ever wish on anyone, and one package of store-brand beef jerkey. Its magazine was a complete collection of Amazing Stories from a miraculously near-mint April 1926 issue all the way to a self-printed-and-bound copy of the sad, .pdf-only final issue, as well as a six-shooter with three bullets left. The sleeping quarters were three sleeping bags and wherever there was a good amount of dark.
Humble beginnings for the future masters of the world.
There was Her Royal Satanic Majesty Frannie Ducat, currently at the steering wheel, glaring at the cold sea with the attention a desperate 7-year-old gives his math homework. There was Margaret Clearwater, holed up in the sleeping quarters trying to dream away her floating prison and replace it with her warm bed on the mainland. There was "Soapbox" Sally Rhythm, whose real name was Chloe Cooper and who hated alliterative names. She was sitting on deck, reading an ancient issue of Amazing Stories and drinking her purified urine.
"Hey," she said, after another drought of ex-pee. "This pee isn't too bad."
"We have gallons and gallons of potable water in the galley," said Frannie. "You only drink from the Peecycler if you're running low."
"Oh. Well, I was curious."
"Curiosity killed the cat, Sally."
"Satisfaction brought him back!"
"That's idiotic. Now finish drinking your recycled pee and ... what are you reading, anyway?"
"The May 1940 issue. It's got a bunch of guys driving a bigger guy on the cover."
"What's the story about?"
"Eh, I'm not really feeling like reading right now. I'm just looking at the pictures."
"Pfft."
The Island Nation of Satanistan was not the most robust craft on the sea. Its galley was water, some six packs of Mexican beer, more Spam than any loving God would ever wish on anyone, and one package of store-brand beef jerkey. Its magazine was a complete collection of Amazing Stories from a miraculously near-mint April 1926 issue all the way to a self-printed-and-bound copy of the sad, .pdf-only final issue, as well as a six-shooter with three bullets left. The sleeping quarters were three sleeping bags and wherever there was a good amount of dark.
Humble beginnings for the future masters of the world.
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Seriously this time.
Seriously this time.
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The ending line was fantastic. I was a little unsure at the beginning but it was intriguing enough to make me want to read on, and I'm glad that I did! The description of what they have in their galley gave me a sense of hopelessness and desperation, though I thought the SPAM was a nice touch, I love that stuff!
I also liked the little tid-bits you gave of each characters personality and how they might interact with one another in future chapters.
I will definetley have to go and look at the other chapters of this little story you have going, it promises to be entertaining
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I also liked the little tid-bits you gave of each characters personality and how they might interact with one another in future chapters.
I will definetley have to go and look at the other chapters of this little story you have going, it promises to be entertaining
Comment swap 1 of 2