Post by T-Robosaurus Rex on Aug 7, 2010 13:34:47 GMT -5
[He's hiding something, that much is obvious to anyone with powers of deduction that equal that of a goldfish. As ever, due to your own expertise in subterfuge, you are witnessing this initial foray into the harsh realms of public opinion first hand. Standing at the back of this group of questionable individuals you have been able to analyse every facial tick, uncertain pause and each set of hollow words without him even noticing you are there.]
“Even if we have to beat it out of The TWiSTeD… urgh… Turkeys! Yeah, TWiSTeD Turkeys, am I right?!”
[The only draw back to being so close to the man himself, is also being in close proximity to his more zealous fans. Before you can even contemplate his words you have to use all your field training to dodge the barrage of spittle that flies your way from every direction as his more enthusiastic followers show their devotion. After inspecting yourself to ensure you have not been inadvertently decorated with diseased saliva you are able to concern yourself with the words actually spoken. Why Turkey's?
The less observant would imagine it was merely a feeble attempt to match the first letter of the word that preceded it, but you know this individual always chooses his words carefully, and 'Turkey' could be important. The first thing that springs to mind is the current goings on in Australia, the very place he is from. In a small town, on the outskirts of Queensland, the Turkey's have taken to terrorizing the locals, your intelligence suggests that these birds have evolved further than their human compatriots in this region, and this increased capacity for logical thinking outstrips that of the townsfolk. This has led to a destabilisation of the local economy, employment is at an all time low with many residents afraid to take to the streets in fear of the patrolling birds.
The interesting thing to note is that this behaviour has only become apparent in the last twelve months or so, a window that matches this individuals own time out of the public eye. You will have to investigate this lead further in due course, when you are able to collect the suitable data.]
“I don’t think Forewell has ever won a match. Is he going to turn things around by defeating the freshly crowned Cooperative Champions? It isn’t too likely.”
[Every piece of information, each scrap of research, all the data on this individual you have gathered to this point, has suggested, emphatically that he is an intelligent and logical man, with a capacity for clarity of thought and deductive reasoning that outstrip the majority of people he comes into contact with. He is not, despite his showing so far, a lumbering Neanderthal dribbling his way from one crossroad in life to another, he does not make decisions based on which of his deformed toes is happiest today, and he certainly is not the kind of liquid brained imbecile to miss the point quite so horribly.
Surely he is aware that winning matches does not drive Forewell Boding, what value are the small, insignificant victories in the greater scheme of the war against the subversion of humanity? You have devoted your life, for almost as long as you can remember to ensuring those that cannot think too well for themselves do not have this flaw exploited by the opportunists and mongers of evil that are positioned throughout society.
What does gaining a three count over an opponent actually achieve? Surely this man knows full well that victories in the ring are fleeting, and hollow. A miswired brain might well conclude that Forewell Boding has achieved little during his time in this sport, but that couldn't be further from the truth. You take great pride in the work you have done, which has brought you closer to solving many of the great mysteries that haunt mankind, such as how Dirge has avoided a copyright suit from Artemis Fowl II. Victories do not equate success for you, true achievement is the collection of useful data.]
“He trains young men in the Dragon’s Cave. And he fucks. As in, he hasn’t taken a vowel of abstinence. So… yeah… we’ll beat him.“
[As for your partner this week, he reminds you of the man who once saved your life, Buddy Francis. Buddy was a great agent, dedicated his life to protecting truth and justice, even if he never saw the full picture, Buddy always had the right motivation. Obviously you looked into Buddy, and just as with your partner this week, he checked out clean as a whistle. Truth be told he was a fairly boring individual outside of the work place, he didn't have much of a life, but he was one hell of a guy to have watch your back. The last time you saw him was when the Cult of Apple forces had you surrounded, and like a hero he appeared from out of nowhere and scattered them by playing them a Mickey Dragon promo, or something nearly as horrific, the end result was you both came inches close to death, and he had never even needed to be there. You haven't seen him since, but he was a good guy, and all he cared about was good winning out.
Your focus may not be on victory next Monday, but Alex's was. It is worth considering that you owe it to Buddy, and all the times he saved your skin, to try and help 'The Dragon' in his aims, by putting yours aside for just one night, what harm could it do? But that is the thought process of an uncommitted fool, if the opportunity for the win presents itself, you will indeed take it, but you must never lose sight of the end game.
Standing in front of you, garbling his answers to these faux reporters, is a mystery that needs exploring further, his alliance with Andy Savana making little to no sense. Andy Savana a man linked to some of the most heinous of acts, despite his outward appearance as one of The Window Licking elite, is an enigma you are convinced it is vital to unravel. This man's allegiance to him may well be the first step towards getting closer to the truth, how does Declan Prescott fit in to all this?It probably has nothing to do with Turkey's, you need more information, because no matter what these steroid stuffed meat puppets would have you believe, the Data is the power.]
"I……… I can’t do this. I’m sorry."
“Even if we have to beat it out of The TWiSTeD… urgh… Turkeys! Yeah, TWiSTeD Turkeys, am I right?!”
[The only draw back to being so close to the man himself, is also being in close proximity to his more zealous fans. Before you can even contemplate his words you have to use all your field training to dodge the barrage of spittle that flies your way from every direction as his more enthusiastic followers show their devotion. After inspecting yourself to ensure you have not been inadvertently decorated with diseased saliva you are able to concern yourself with the words actually spoken. Why Turkey's?
The less observant would imagine it was merely a feeble attempt to match the first letter of the word that preceded it, but you know this individual always chooses his words carefully, and 'Turkey' could be important. The first thing that springs to mind is the current goings on in Australia, the very place he is from. In a small town, on the outskirts of Queensland, the Turkey's have taken to terrorizing the locals, your intelligence suggests that these birds have evolved further than their human compatriots in this region, and this increased capacity for logical thinking outstrips that of the townsfolk. This has led to a destabilisation of the local economy, employment is at an all time low with many residents afraid to take to the streets in fear of the patrolling birds.
The interesting thing to note is that this behaviour has only become apparent in the last twelve months or so, a window that matches this individuals own time out of the public eye. You will have to investigate this lead further in due course, when you are able to collect the suitable data.]
“I don’t think Forewell has ever won a match. Is he going to turn things around by defeating the freshly crowned Cooperative Champions? It isn’t too likely.”
[Every piece of information, each scrap of research, all the data on this individual you have gathered to this point, has suggested, emphatically that he is an intelligent and logical man, with a capacity for clarity of thought and deductive reasoning that outstrip the majority of people he comes into contact with. He is not, despite his showing so far, a lumbering Neanderthal dribbling his way from one crossroad in life to another, he does not make decisions based on which of his deformed toes is happiest today, and he certainly is not the kind of liquid brained imbecile to miss the point quite so horribly.
Surely he is aware that winning matches does not drive Forewell Boding, what value are the small, insignificant victories in the greater scheme of the war against the subversion of humanity? You have devoted your life, for almost as long as you can remember to ensuring those that cannot think too well for themselves do not have this flaw exploited by the opportunists and mongers of evil that are positioned throughout society.
What does gaining a three count over an opponent actually achieve? Surely this man knows full well that victories in the ring are fleeting, and hollow. A miswired brain might well conclude that Forewell Boding has achieved little during his time in this sport, but that couldn't be further from the truth. You take great pride in the work you have done, which has brought you closer to solving many of the great mysteries that haunt mankind, such as how Dirge has avoided a copyright suit from Artemis Fowl II. Victories do not equate success for you, true achievement is the collection of useful data.]
“He trains young men in the Dragon’s Cave. And he fucks. As in, he hasn’t taken a vowel of abstinence. So… yeah… we’ll beat him.“
[As for your partner this week, he reminds you of the man who once saved your life, Buddy Francis. Buddy was a great agent, dedicated his life to protecting truth and justice, even if he never saw the full picture, Buddy always had the right motivation. Obviously you looked into Buddy, and just as with your partner this week, he checked out clean as a whistle. Truth be told he was a fairly boring individual outside of the work place, he didn't have much of a life, but he was one hell of a guy to have watch your back. The last time you saw him was when the Cult of Apple forces had you surrounded, and like a hero he appeared from out of nowhere and scattered them by playing them a Mickey Dragon promo, or something nearly as horrific, the end result was you both came inches close to death, and he had never even needed to be there. You haven't seen him since, but he was a good guy, and all he cared about was good winning out.
Your focus may not be on victory next Monday, but Alex's was. It is worth considering that you owe it to Buddy, and all the times he saved your skin, to try and help 'The Dragon' in his aims, by putting yours aside for just one night, what harm could it do? But that is the thought process of an uncommitted fool, if the opportunity for the win presents itself, you will indeed take it, but you must never lose sight of the end game.
Standing in front of you, garbling his answers to these faux reporters, is a mystery that needs exploring further, his alliance with Andy Savana making little to no sense. Andy Savana a man linked to some of the most heinous of acts, despite his outward appearance as one of The Window Licking elite, is an enigma you are convinced it is vital to unravel. This man's allegiance to him may well be the first step towards getting closer to the truth, how does Declan Prescott fit in to all this?It probably has nothing to do with Turkey's, you need more information, because no matter what these steroid stuffed meat puppets would have you believe, the Data is the power.]
"I……… I can’t do this. I’m sorry."
