Post by RaceFanX on Jun 18, 2011 2:10:43 GMT -5
I'm back from the local short track. Had a great time. So now how about I pass some fun on to you with the next installment of London Calling. Tonight someone gets it but who will it be...
Just when the battle aboard the Kanine Krunchies blimp looked won for the Dalmatians Epsilon had played his last card. The Dals had for the most part beaten him, he was pinned down by Two-Tone with his partner Iota too busy holding on to the dangling out the door Omega to help. Even the other Dals just starting to shrug off their injuries the collie had one last trick in his collar, he revealed that his new broadcaster to beam his signal and devolve every human watching the game into a canine had already been charged with his signal and would go off either way. The pups couldn't realign it to shot off harmlessly and now faced the moral question of ruining a single human's life or executing Epsilon's plan and letting a large chunk of the English population face it together.
If that wasn't enough the Kanine Krunchies blimp was just moments from smashing into the antenna the signal was supposed to transmit off. The next few moments would be key.
"If you hit the antenna you devolve everyone, it's mass chaos but equally distributed. People will care and try to help," Epsilon said. "If you just shoot into the stadium don't fool yourselves you are going to hit someone and devolve them. A single individual at random, changed against their will by your paws. Do you really have a the guts to take a single life like that? To ruin a someone's entire being, to morph them into something as nature never intended for little to no reason."
Lucky and Doc looked at each other nervously.
"You know what the right thing to do here is, take them all out," Epsilon said. "There's no guilt, no one facing an impossible future alone. Just a group facing it together. A lifetime in isolation for someone random or a new future for everyone including yourselves? Is the price of your victory really worth a single human life? The choice is yours."
The pups were faced with a serious moral dilemma. Doc had only moment to think and his mind could only think of how hard a question it was facing. Fixing this would be harder than untying the Gordian Knot. Wait a minute, nobody untied the Gordian Knot. In the legend they cut it, he had his answer.
"There is no choice here you alien freak," said Doc.
With a hard hit he tried to break the machine more than it was. Lucky saw what was happening and joined him. With their combined efforts the two spotted pups managed to hit it hard enough to break the broadcaster enough to point it away from the stadium.
"How do you like them apples Epsilon?," asked Lucky.
Now the collie was angry, he only wanted the best for them yet at every turn the pups bested him. Watching the plan he had made for months go up in smoke after they had killed his best friend Sigma was too much for him to take.
"I DON'T!," he yelled in response to Lucky's question.
With the rage of a rabid coyote the collie bucked Two-Tone off him, her spotted behind landing on Cadpig. Freed he lunged at Lucky and Doc, smashing the latter right into one of the blimp's control panels. Doc had the wind knocked out of him as Epsilon then grabbed the right side of the broadcaster and he and Lucky began fighting for control on the left.
"This is my day of conquest!," shouted Epsilon.
The two were now locked in a struggle over the broadcaster. Neither paid attention to the antenna they were about to hit or the game. Which was a same because the finale was a dozy.
In the stadium no one's eyes were on the blimp. With the "football" match tied at 1-1 the German and English national teams were pulling out all the stops in the final seconds. The game was in extra time and the ref's final whistle about to blow. Suddenly a German player stole the ball and darted up field. He dodged the only British defender and headed for the goal, he only had one chance. With a swift kick he launched the ball toward the goal. From the Queen to Amber Dearly every eye in the packed stadium was glued to the field. The English goalie dove for the ball...and missed. Just before the final whistle blew the ball sailed into the net. Germany won and the German half of the crowd erupted in cheers of "Ole! Ole! Ole, ole, ole! Super Deutschland! Super Deutschland! Super Deutschland, ole, ole!"
At roughly the exact same second the air was sucked right out of the English crowd. Their boys in red were beaten. How could this be?
"Well that's a bloody shame," said Roger. "Guess the home team can't win them all."
"Our boys just lost," said Prince Charles to his mother.
"No crap Charles because I totally wasn't playing attention," said the Queen. "Besides we're of German decent anyway."
As the game ended people began to get up to leave. And then they noticed the blimp was WAY too low and about to hit the antenna and possibly knock it into the arena. With shouts ranging from "Holy Sh*t" to "Bother" the stadium began to empty out faster than a greased cheetah strapped to a bolt of lightning as the innocent soccer fans finally realized some but not all of the danger they were in.
Sports writers went scrambling out of the press box, except the American in the Toronto Maple Leafs hat who just shrugged and started changing the headline on the story he was typing on his laptop from "Germany team blitzes England at buzzer" to "Oh the Humanity." The caped German fan almost got too caught up in celebrating before his Scandinavian friend snapped him out of it and they fled. Security quickly led the new generic Prime Minister away. Every TV camera still manned focused on the blimp briefly before the camera men decided it was and time to run and took off, camera falling out of focus. In the coverage truck the Director had no idea what to do. Still, good or bad coverage no one at home was tuning out.
Almost everyone including the Dearlys were running for their lives, thankfully the Dals' owners were quickly out of most of the danger. The only people still in their seats were a number of fans wearing Liverpool F.C. shirts, naturally too drunk to realize anything was going on, and one lovable old lady taking her time getting up to walk out with her son.
"I don't care what's about to happen I will not run away in weakness," said the Queen, her security detail already left to clear exits for her as Charles tried to talk sense into her.
"But there's a risk of..."
"There is still no need Charles," said the Queen. "We'll get out. Relax."
The calm words were oddly comforting amongst the chaos.
On the blimp Lucky and Epsilon yanked the broadcaster back and forth.
"I won't let you do," shouted Lucky.
"I won't let you stop me," shouted Epsilon.
The broadcaster was about to go off as Epsilon jerked it back into position. Lucky knew he was about to run out of time and with all his effort shoved the broadcaster to the left. Seeing the timer about to go without time to push it back off Epsilon yanked the amp downward.
ZAP! The green pulse of energy shout out of the broadcaster and into the stadium. In the panic no one noticed who it hit. Well almost no one...
"Must you really go this slow Mother?," said Prince Charles.
"Yes, now stop questioning me," said the Queen. "This is why we'd be doomed if you ever become Ki-"
ZAP. Charles hid his eyes as some sort of green beam struck his mother. He then found himself staring at a very ticked off Pembroke Welsh Corgi with a regal looking purple collar.
"Mother?"
Justifiably the Queen was not too pleased with this sudden turn of events and let it been known with a few yaps. Her son wasn't either but then a thought came to his head. With everyone except the drunk out of their mind and unaware Liverpudlians fleeing, somehow no one else saw what just happened. He could use this. He grabbed the new dog and ran. The pups of course had bigger worries.
KABOOM!
The Blimp slammed into the antenna. With a sound of popping rivets and bending metal the antenna was ripped clean off the roof of the stadium and began to rip into the side of the blimp before it toppled over onto the outside of the stadium. Thankfully the falling antenna missed all of the fleeing spectators and instead fell onto three unoccupied parked G-Whiz cars, destroying all three so nothing of real value was damaged.
Except now the blimp was losing air and began to pitch upward as it lost lift unevenly. A crash was just seconds away. The pups struggled to maintain their balance as the broadcaster broke loose and fell to the back of the gondola. With incredible bad luck it struck Iota, knocking her out of the blimp and taking Omega with her. Epsilon could only watch two more friends plunge to seemingly certain doom.
"NNNOOO!," both Skayninians shouted as they fell.
The broadcaster hit pavement, but thankfully no people, and exploded harmlessly into a million busted pieces. Iota and Omega both landed on top of a giant inflatable bottle of beer advertising the brand "London Pride." The inflatable popped and deflated, possibly cushioning the impact so maybe they made it and maybe they didn't. Epsilon didn't know but he and the Dals had a much bigger problem.
Then the blimp continued to lose air and was now beginning to lost altitude to match. The Kanine Krunchies blimp was about to crash and all the Dals were still aboard...
There's only 1-2 parts left now...I'm sort of leaning toward two but I could try and get it all in. There's going to be an attempt at a daring escape for sure.
And did anyone see that coming? All the stuff with the Royals was just to set that up. Clayton was tempting fate in like the second chapter when he said the Queen was "not a canine in any way, shape or form."
And hey the Germans won the soccer/football game!
Just when the battle aboard the Kanine Krunchies blimp looked won for the Dalmatians Epsilon had played his last card. The Dals had for the most part beaten him, he was pinned down by Two-Tone with his partner Iota too busy holding on to the dangling out the door Omega to help. Even the other Dals just starting to shrug off their injuries the collie had one last trick in his collar, he revealed that his new broadcaster to beam his signal and devolve every human watching the game into a canine had already been charged with his signal and would go off either way. The pups couldn't realign it to shot off harmlessly and now faced the moral question of ruining a single human's life or executing Epsilon's plan and letting a large chunk of the English population face it together.
If that wasn't enough the Kanine Krunchies blimp was just moments from smashing into the antenna the signal was supposed to transmit off. The next few moments would be key.
"If you hit the antenna you devolve everyone, it's mass chaos but equally distributed. People will care and try to help," Epsilon said. "If you just shoot into the stadium don't fool yourselves you are going to hit someone and devolve them. A single individual at random, changed against their will by your paws. Do you really have a the guts to take a single life like that? To ruin a someone's entire being, to morph them into something as nature never intended for little to no reason."
Lucky and Doc looked at each other nervously.
"You know what the right thing to do here is, take them all out," Epsilon said. "There's no guilt, no one facing an impossible future alone. Just a group facing it together. A lifetime in isolation for someone random or a new future for everyone including yourselves? Is the price of your victory really worth a single human life? The choice is yours."
The pups were faced with a serious moral dilemma. Doc had only moment to think and his mind could only think of how hard a question it was facing. Fixing this would be harder than untying the Gordian Knot. Wait a minute, nobody untied the Gordian Knot. In the legend they cut it, he had his answer.
"There is no choice here you alien freak," said Doc.
With a hard hit he tried to break the machine more than it was. Lucky saw what was happening and joined him. With their combined efforts the two spotted pups managed to hit it hard enough to break the broadcaster enough to point it away from the stadium.
"How do you like them apples Epsilon?," asked Lucky.
Now the collie was angry, he only wanted the best for them yet at every turn the pups bested him. Watching the plan he had made for months go up in smoke after they had killed his best friend Sigma was too much for him to take.
"I DON'T!," he yelled in response to Lucky's question.
With the rage of a rabid coyote the collie bucked Two-Tone off him, her spotted behind landing on Cadpig. Freed he lunged at Lucky and Doc, smashing the latter right into one of the blimp's control panels. Doc had the wind knocked out of him as Epsilon then grabbed the right side of the broadcaster and he and Lucky began fighting for control on the left.
"This is my day of conquest!," shouted Epsilon.
The two were now locked in a struggle over the broadcaster. Neither paid attention to the antenna they were about to hit or the game. Which was a same because the finale was a dozy.
In the stadium no one's eyes were on the blimp. With the "football" match tied at 1-1 the German and English national teams were pulling out all the stops in the final seconds. The game was in extra time and the ref's final whistle about to blow. Suddenly a German player stole the ball and darted up field. He dodged the only British defender and headed for the goal, he only had one chance. With a swift kick he launched the ball toward the goal. From the Queen to Amber Dearly every eye in the packed stadium was glued to the field. The English goalie dove for the ball...and missed. Just before the final whistle blew the ball sailed into the net. Germany won and the German half of the crowd erupted in cheers of "Ole! Ole! Ole, ole, ole! Super Deutschland! Super Deutschland! Super Deutschland, ole, ole!"
At roughly the exact same second the air was sucked right out of the English crowd. Their boys in red were beaten. How could this be?
"Well that's a bloody shame," said Roger. "Guess the home team can't win them all."
"Our boys just lost," said Prince Charles to his mother.
"No crap Charles because I totally wasn't playing attention," said the Queen. "Besides we're of German decent anyway."
As the game ended people began to get up to leave. And then they noticed the blimp was WAY too low and about to hit the antenna and possibly knock it into the arena. With shouts ranging from "Holy Sh*t" to "Bother" the stadium began to empty out faster than a greased cheetah strapped to a bolt of lightning as the innocent soccer fans finally realized some but not all of the danger they were in.
Sports writers went scrambling out of the press box, except the American in the Toronto Maple Leafs hat who just shrugged and started changing the headline on the story he was typing on his laptop from "Germany team blitzes England at buzzer" to "Oh the Humanity." The caped German fan almost got too caught up in celebrating before his Scandinavian friend snapped him out of it and they fled. Security quickly led the new generic Prime Minister away. Every TV camera still manned focused on the blimp briefly before the camera men decided it was and time to run and took off, camera falling out of focus. In the coverage truck the Director had no idea what to do. Still, good or bad coverage no one at home was tuning out.
Almost everyone including the Dearlys were running for their lives, thankfully the Dals' owners were quickly out of most of the danger. The only people still in their seats were a number of fans wearing Liverpool F.C. shirts, naturally too drunk to realize anything was going on, and one lovable old lady taking her time getting up to walk out with her son.
"I don't care what's about to happen I will not run away in weakness," said the Queen, her security detail already left to clear exits for her as Charles tried to talk sense into her.
"But there's a risk of..."
"There is still no need Charles," said the Queen. "We'll get out. Relax."
The calm words were oddly comforting amongst the chaos.
On the blimp Lucky and Epsilon yanked the broadcaster back and forth.
"I won't let you do," shouted Lucky.
"I won't let you stop me," shouted Epsilon.
The broadcaster was about to go off as Epsilon jerked it back into position. Lucky knew he was about to run out of time and with all his effort shoved the broadcaster to the left. Seeing the timer about to go without time to push it back off Epsilon yanked the amp downward.
ZAP! The green pulse of energy shout out of the broadcaster and into the stadium. In the panic no one noticed who it hit. Well almost no one...
"Must you really go this slow Mother?," said Prince Charles.
"Yes, now stop questioning me," said the Queen. "This is why we'd be doomed if you ever become Ki-"
ZAP. Charles hid his eyes as some sort of green beam struck his mother. He then found himself staring at a very ticked off Pembroke Welsh Corgi with a regal looking purple collar.
"Mother?"
Justifiably the Queen was not too pleased with this sudden turn of events and let it been known with a few yaps. Her son wasn't either but then a thought came to his head. With everyone except the drunk out of their mind and unaware Liverpudlians fleeing, somehow no one else saw what just happened. He could use this. He grabbed the new dog and ran. The pups of course had bigger worries.
KABOOM!
The Blimp slammed into the antenna. With a sound of popping rivets and bending metal the antenna was ripped clean off the roof of the stadium and began to rip into the side of the blimp before it toppled over onto the outside of the stadium. Thankfully the falling antenna missed all of the fleeing spectators and instead fell onto three unoccupied parked G-Whiz cars, destroying all three so nothing of real value was damaged.
Except now the blimp was losing air and began to pitch upward as it lost lift unevenly. A crash was just seconds away. The pups struggled to maintain their balance as the broadcaster broke loose and fell to the back of the gondola. With incredible bad luck it struck Iota, knocking her out of the blimp and taking Omega with her. Epsilon could only watch two more friends plunge to seemingly certain doom.
"NNNOOO!," both Skayninians shouted as they fell.
The broadcaster hit pavement, but thankfully no people, and exploded harmlessly into a million busted pieces. Iota and Omega both landed on top of a giant inflatable bottle of beer advertising the brand "London Pride." The inflatable popped and deflated, possibly cushioning the impact so maybe they made it and maybe they didn't. Epsilon didn't know but he and the Dals had a much bigger problem.
Then the blimp continued to lose air and was now beginning to lost altitude to match. The Kanine Krunchies blimp was about to crash and all the Dals were still aboard...
There's only 1-2 parts left now...I'm sort of leaning toward two but I could try and get it all in. There's going to be an attempt at a daring escape for sure.
And did anyone see that coming? All the stuff with the Royals was just to set that up. Clayton was tempting fate in like the second chapter when he said the Queen was "not a canine in any way, shape or form."
And hey the Germans won the soccer/football game!