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[url=http://www.bungie.net/7_A-story-about-verbatim/en/Forum/Post?id=63571094]ch. 3[/url]
[url=http://www.bungie.net/7_The-Pax-Disaster-4-the-message/en/Forum/Post?id=63602642]ch. 4[/url]
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[url=http://www.bungie.net/7_The-PAX-Disaster-part-7-Vien-has-a-problem/en/Forum/Post?id=63651840]ch.7[/url]
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[url=http://www.bungie.net/7_The-PAX-disaster-part-9-The-Bane/en/Forum/Post?id=63679498]ch. 9[/url]
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[url=http://www.bungie.net/7_The-PAX-disaster-11-Vien-remembers/en/Forum/Post?id=63700937]Ch. 11[/url]
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As soon as Verbatim inhaled the smoke from the hookah, his lungs and throat began to burn. It was as if a fire had been ignited from within. He threw himself on the ground and began coughing violently, it felt like he was going to spit up chunks of his lung. His eyes waters and his vision began to cloud, the world began to fade. Verbatim thought he was dying, he heard himself scream. He hadn't been in this much pain since 3rd grade. Wait....third grade? As he drifted out of consciousness, he began to remember...he was once a child. Yes....he was once 10 years old, just like every other human on the planet. Back then...he didn't hate humanity...he didn't hate people. Back then, he was happy. "Happy", he thought, "I forgot about being happy. I've been angry for so long..."
Verbatim heard the sound of long forgotten laughter coming back to him in the form of a memory. A long forgotten memory of his childhood. He opened his eyes and found that he was no longer laying down in a vine-covered floor, but sitting on the bench at a park. He looked down at his hands and noticed he could see through them. For a few moments he began to panic, but then he realized this was just a dream. He looked around and recognized this place as a park he used to play in with his friends. A young group of kids were screaming and laughing, they were playing hide and seek. With a jolt, Verbatim recognized his 10 year old younger self giggling and having fun. Nostalgia hit him like a punch to the stomach. How could he have forgotten this? There was actually a time where he could laugh and enjoy life, where he actually had friends to play with.
Fond memories came back to him as the kids played. But the more he watched, a foreboding feeling sank to the pit of his stomach. Something bad had happened back then...the same thing was going to happen in a matter of seconds....but Verbatim forgot what it was. The person who was "it" began to count down from 30. Verbatim watched his younger self rapidly climb a nearby tree. "10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1! READY OR NOT, HERE I COME!" a young boy shouted. He looked around and immediately saw 10 year old Verbatim, who had been betrayed by his own happy snickering. "I SEE YOU!" the kid shouted and began to climb the tree. 10 year old Verbatim tried to climb up higher, but the branch he stepped on snapped and fell to the ground, with one of it's twigs sticking up. He lost his balance and began to fall head first. But his belt snagged on a branch and pulled both his pants and his underwear down.
Verbatim hung there by his shoes, shouting for help while all the other kids laughed at him. He began to slip out of his shoes, panicking, he tried to reach up to grab onto a branch, but that caused him to slip all the way out. Verbatim fell and landed right on the twig that was sticking up. It went straight into his ass and broke off. He screamed like bloody murder and began to hop around holding his buttocks while a stick stuck out of it, drawing more uproarous laughter from his "friends".
Fortunately one of the adults who was nearby rushed over to help 10 year old Verbatim, but they slipped on a banana peel and accidentally knocked him over on his ass, shoving the stick further up it, drawing another ear piercing scream from the poor child. They scrambled up, immediately apologized and called 911. A few minutes later, an ambulance arrived and they immediately put Verbatim sideways on a gurney and rushed him into the ambulance. Unfortunately, there was a new driver who was a little bit too eager to drive off before they shut the back doors. When he accelerated, Verbatim's gurney rolled out the back and dumped him onto the road, where he fell on his ass once again. The young Verbatim was delirious and coherent, shouting "I HATE YOU ALL!!!!".
The medics rushed him back in to the ambulance again, shut the doors, and were on their way to the hospital. Verbatim began to black out from the pain as they rushed him into the hospital. But somebody slipped on another banana peel and tipped the gurney over on it's side, dumping Verbatim on the floor again. The impact brought him back to consciousness. But while the medics were trying to tip the gurney back upright, another gurney carrying a pregnant mother rushed through the door. The slipped on the same banana peel and dumped the pregnant mother on top of Verbatim, just as she was giving labor. She gave birth to triplets right on Verbatim's face. The newborn babies squirms and screamed into Verbatim's ears, getting their blood and stench all over him.
The medics cleaned up the babies and the mother safely and got Verbatim back up onto the gurney when 3 more pregnant mothers on gurneys rushed through the doors, crashed into Verbatim's gurney, knocked him out again, and fell on top of him. They all went into labor on top of him. The doctors safely cleaned up the newborns and the mothers, and were able to finally wheel Verbatim to the surgery wing, but the damage was already done. The foul stench of bloody membranes, umbilical cords, and placentas ingrained themselves in his memory. The screams of newborns would haunt his dreams for years to come. He would lock away this memory deep within his mind. But for the rest of his life, he would get sick whenever he heard the sound of children. He would support any measures taken to reduce the amount of babies born Verbatim would carry a deep-felt hatred for humanity because his friends laughed at him, the doctors hurt him, and they failed to remove the stick from his ass, it was too far deep and he didn't have enough insurance.
Nobody understood him, he didn't understand himself. He never knew why he was so angry since then....he had forgotten. Verbatim realized then that Camnator was the closest thing he had to a friend. He had understood Verbatim's problem as soon as they met. Weed somehow granted Camnator the ability to see the problems that ailed people, and he tried to use this gift to help Verbatim. But Verbatim retaliated with hostility, as he always did. "No more...." Verbatim said out loud, fighting to regain consciousness. "NO MORE!!!! LET ME GO!!!" He began to regain his vision and the sense of feeling in his body. With a bold new determination, he stood up, unbuckled his pants and pulled them down. "TODAY, I STOP BEING AN UNHAPPY LITTLE GIT! TODAY I WILL GET THAT STICK OUT OF MY ASS!!!" he shouted. Then he bent over and shoved his hand up his rectum and roared, the veins on his temples throbbed, then he pulled a large stick out of his ass and held it above his head triumphantly. It was as if it were a key that had unlocked a door to happiness. Verbatim became a different person then. No....he became himself again. For the first time in many years, he felt happy. But more than that, he was ready to deal out some much-needed world-saving ass kicking. He was so happy, that he didn't notice the tiny little white orb that floated into his open mouth. His grin became a little bit maniacal, and his teeth began to change....they began to turn into fangs.
(to be continued.)
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We all know that the stick can't remain out of his ass forever. It will eventually find its way back in.