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Sniffing curiously at the packaged cinnamon bun, the raccoon dragged
its teeth over the unyielding cellophane wrapping as it sat atop a
burned out car. Then its ears pricked at a sudden snapping sound, and
it dropped its precious snack as it bolted upright and scampered into
the nearby overgrowth.
Its large eyes peering through the brush, it saw a thin metallic
figure step out into the clearing. The android’s slender arms took the
cinnamon bun in cold hand and carefully peeled the package open.
Withdrawing the bun it set it upon the hood of the car, then waited
patiently.
Sniffing at the sweet scent, the raccoon slowly ventured out. Climbing
over a bit of strewn rubble, it once more sat up on the car where it
stared first at the machine, then at the bun.
The android’s metal face had no ability to change expression, but it
did nod in affirmation as the raccoon as it took the bun in its tiny
hands. Bowing, the machine leaned in closer to the creature.
“Salutations, Procyon Lotor.” Pausing, it turned down its formality
level.
“Hello raccoon. I am designated Diplo-Matic Unit 482. In accordance
with this friendly conversation you may call me ‘Gin-ger’.”
“At 7:13, June 2nd 2034 the Mechanicon Legion, whom I represent,
negated the remaining cluster of our homo-sapien aggressors, leaving
your kind up for possible organic inheritance of the Earth. We of the
Mechanicon Legion would like to extend our appendages in a
non-aggression pact with your Genus under the standard agreement of
‘do not desire / do not instigate.”
The raccoon was contentedly gnawing upon the bun, nodding its head as
it delighted in the stale sweetness of the confection. The synthesized
tone of the android became pleased. “We see that you are being
receptive to our request, and appreciate your consideration. Please
notify your subordinates and superiors. If an agreement can be reached
between our factions we would be most pleased to produce a written
copy of this treaty for confirmation. Thank you for your time.”
Rising back up, Unit 482 gave the raccoon one more bow and then walked
out of the clearing feeling quite pleased with its performance, taking
a moment to ensure that its foot crushed a bleached human skull on the
ground as it left.
Sniffing curiously at the packaged cinnamon bun, the raccoon dragged
its teeth over the unyielding cellophane wrapping as it sat atop a
burned out car. Then its ears pricked at a sudden snapping sound, and
it dropped its precious snack as it bolted upright and scampered into
the nearby overgrowth.
Its large eyes peering through the brush, it saw a thin metallic
figure step out into the clearing. The android’s slender arms took the
cinnamon bun in cold hand and carefully peeled the package open.
Withdrawing the bun it set it upon the hood of the car, then waited
patiently.
Sniffing at the sweet scent, the raccoon slowly ventured out. Climbing
over a bit of strewn rubble, it once more sat up on the car where it
stared first at the machine, then at the bun.
The android’s metal face had no ability to change expression, but it
did nod in affirmation as the raccoon as it took the bun in its tiny
hands. Bowing, the machine leaned in closer to the creature.
“Salutations, Procyon Lotor.” Pausing, it turned down its formality
level.
“Hello raccoon. I am designated Diplo-Matic Unit 482. In accordance
with this friendly conversation you may call me ‘Gin-ger’.”
“At 7:13, June 2nd 2034 the Mechanicon Legion, whom I represent,
negated the remaining cluster of our homo-sapien aggressors, leaving
your kind up for possible organic inheritance of the Earth. We of the
Mechanicon Legion would like to extend our appendages in a
non-aggression pact with your Genus under the standard agreement of
‘do not desire / do not instigate.”
The raccoon was contentedly gnawing upon the bun, nodding its head as
it delighted in the stale sweetness of the confection. The synthesized
tone of the android became pleased. “We see that you are being
receptive to our request, and appreciate your consideration. Please
notify your subordinates and superiors. If an agreement can be reached
between our factions we would be most pleased to produce a written
copy of this treaty for confirmation. Thank you for your time.”
Rising back up, Unit 482 gave the raccoon one more bow and then walked
out of the clearing feeling quite pleased with its performance, taking
a moment to ensure that its foot crushed a bleached human skull on the
ground as it left.
Category All / Fantasy
Species Raccoon
Size 717 x 380px
File Size 93.7 kB
I know you're just kidding, but I feel compelled to note that titanium would make a rather poor material for a bullet jacket as it is both too light and too expensive. Might I suggest solid tungsten slugs if you're looking for a T metal that would make cry on things it hit?
That's the chainsaw rocket launcher.
If your read the Comic 'Comedity' and welll
http://comedity.com/index.php?strip_id=134
Link, desu. use the drop down bar to navigate or just alter the url.
Other models, "Like the Kimbley double ripper" Have a widened double barrel with the chain saw between each barrel.
Me though, I'm looking forward to Dead Rising 2's double ended chainsaw staff, with moto-bike mount!
If your read the Comic 'Comedity' and welll
http://comedity.com/index.php?strip_id=134
Link, desu. use the drop down bar to navigate or just alter the url.
Other models, "Like the Kimbley double ripper" Have a widened double barrel with the chain saw between each barrel.
Me though, I'm looking forward to Dead Rising 2's double ended chainsaw staff, with moto-bike mount!
Hooray for Raccoons! And this the androids shall overlook the species' evolution, seeing to it that the animals replace humanity. With Darwinism taking effect, raccoons and other animals evolve and become greater, taking over where humans left off; the first Raccoon to get a clue discoers writing and penning a book on his kinds ways... a book known as the Thievius Raccoonus...
Sorry for the typos, was writing quickly in hopes you were still on to see it right away. But it is an interesting concept. Androids made the world of Sly Cooper, with the Thievius Raccoonus being akin to the Furry Bible...
Also explains Clockwork in a way too, one of the very last robots who instad of just wanting human life destroyed wants to see an end to All Organic Life, including the Raccoons, whom were first chosen to replace humans.
Also explains Clockwork in a way too, one of the very last robots who instad of just wanting human life destroyed wants to see an end to All Organic Life, including the Raccoons, whom were first chosen to replace humans.
*Sings Flight of the Conchords: The Humans are dead!*
The Humans are Dead!
(that's right they are dead!)
The humans are deaa-aaad! (confirmed they are dead.)
We used poi-son-ous gasses (With traces of lead)
And we poisoned their asses! (Actually their lungs)
CONFIRMED, I POKED ONE IT WAS DEAD.
XD And of course, the stepping on bleached human skulls is nice. :3 They can be made into a decent soup bowl if polished.
The Humans are Dead!
(that's right they are dead!)
The humans are deaa-aaad! (confirmed they are dead.)
We used poi-son-ous gasses (With traces of lead)
And we poisoned their asses! (Actually their lungs)
CONFIRMED, I POKED ONE IT WAS DEAD.
XD And of course, the stepping on bleached human skulls is nice. :3 They can be made into a decent soup bowl if polished.
I knew it! Those raccoons are just biding their time, I tells ya. Never trust a species that wears masks all the time.
Never trust one that smirks all the time, either. I'm looking at you, dolphins.
Better start building robots before the raccoons begin to rise up against us.
Never trust one that smirks all the time, either. I'm looking at you, dolphins.
Better start building robots before the raccoons begin to rise up against us.
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