Shadowblade
11-02-2005, 11:41 AM
Yes I wrote something new. ....And yes, it's first person. ......sorry. Hey, at least it's original! Read and critique!
Prologue
“General Andrew White, ex-Eutopa high ranking officer turned Legalia spy and scum! You are charged with multiple accounts of first degree murder, treason against Eutopa with intent of mutiny, extortion…”
I had to quietly chuckle at the rather large woman who was reading my offenses as if they were names on a roster. She just seemed to get angrier and angrier with each one. Just my luck that I had to get a patriot for a judge.
“How do you plead?!”
“Huh?” I replied.
“I said ‘how do you plead?!’” the judge fumed, glaring at me.
I smiled, thinking about the delicous plans in store, but I decided to answer with a question of my own. “Does it really matter?”
"Yes it does White," the judge growled through gritted teeth. "Now, how do you plead?"
"I don't know, on all fours?" I suggested with a shrug.
“HOW DO YOU PLEAD!” she screamed, livid. Everyone in the jury was standing, yelling angrily at me. Some of the people behind me too. Yelling something about honor and respect, or some bullshit like that. I gave them a little wave before turning back to the judge.
“I'm sorry, what'd you say?” I asked, barely keeping my smile in check. "Something about beads?"
The judge's eyes nearly popped out of her head, and her face was all read and puffy. She looked like she was ready to blow a fuse. This time, I couldn't help it. I laughed.
Fucking with people like this was so fun to me sometimes.
“GUARDS, ARREST HIM!!” the judge shrieked, pointing at me. And of course the guards came running, nightsticks in hand. Even as they proceeded to beat the hell out of me, I still laughed. Because the judge had looked like the queen from that one cartoon movie. The one with the cards that were soldiers.
Prologue
“General Andrew White, ex-Eutopa high ranking officer turned Legalia spy and scum! You are charged with multiple accounts of first degree murder, treason against Eutopa with intent of mutiny, extortion…”
I had to quietly chuckle at the rather large woman who was reading my offenses as if they were names on a roster. She just seemed to get angrier and angrier with each one. Just my luck that I had to get a patriot for a judge.
“How do you plead?!”
“Huh?” I replied.
“I said ‘how do you plead?!’” the judge fumed, glaring at me.
I smiled, thinking about the delicous plans in store, but I decided to answer with a question of my own. “Does it really matter?”
"Yes it does White," the judge growled through gritted teeth. "Now, how do you plead?"
"I don't know, on all fours?" I suggested with a shrug.
“HOW DO YOU PLEAD!” she screamed, livid. Everyone in the jury was standing, yelling angrily at me. Some of the people behind me too. Yelling something about honor and respect, or some bullshit like that. I gave them a little wave before turning back to the judge.
“I'm sorry, what'd you say?” I asked, barely keeping my smile in check. "Something about beads?"
The judge's eyes nearly popped out of her head, and her face was all read and puffy. She looked like she was ready to blow a fuse. This time, I couldn't help it. I laughed.
Fucking with people like this was so fun to me sometimes.
“GUARDS, ARREST HIM!!” the judge shrieked, pointing at me. And of course the guards came running, nightsticks in hand. Even as they proceeded to beat the hell out of me, I still laughed. Because the judge had looked like the queen from that one cartoon movie. The one with the cards that were soldiers.