Operation JOE, Part 4.

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Dumb of it; I was now squared away for zombie-killing. But you don’t expect smarts from the Undead, even when their heads aren’t leaking.  I had to dodge a few times before my arcane focus spat out enough magical death (not to mention bullets) to make it a good Zombear, but that’s par for the course.  People pick an assault rifle for a ‘magic wand’ when they care more about accuracy and range than pure force. Not that there’s anything wrong with wanting to be hitting like a sonofabitch right for the start, of course.  It’s all a question of personal style.

The Zombear immediately started collapsing into a pile of goo upon its death, like Undead things do. But it had left enough traces of its passage to let me follow the path through what increasingly looked like a thoroughly-wrecked clandestine occult defense facility.  It was a mess, what with all the obligatory dead base staff flung around. Some were lying on the ground, some were slumped at the base of a wall — and a few were getting up and starting to shamble.  

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Operation JOE, Part 3

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People ask me what it’s like to die, but fortunately I haven’t a clue.  I never remember what it’s like, and I mean that literally. My ability to form new memories gets turned off, probably because it likely hurts like a sonofabitch to have your soul forcibly held on this plane of existence while a new body that might or might not be made from your corpse is woven around you. Which is probably prudent; God forbid that I develop any kind of psychological trauma from the death/resurrection process.  I mean that literally, too. Nobody wants somebody like me to go insane.

What I do get out of the process is a collection of buzzing auditory hallucinations, the uniquely disconcerting feeling that my arteries have a thin coating of honey, and the embarrassing realization that some asshole just killed me. Me.  That’s not how it’s supposed to work!  I think that the reaction is designed to get me ready to go over and kill the asshole right back, but I don’t know.  It might be a normal response for somebody in my circumstances.

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Operation JOE, Part 2.

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Which made my choice of ride entertainingly ironic, given that nobody else was in the bomb bay and it was too cold for electronic devices.  So I took a nap; sleep may be another optional feature for me, but I like it.  I just rarely have an excuse to go have some, and I wasn’t going to waste the opportunity.

The Air Force was kind enough to give me a claxon when we were five minutes out from the drop zone, which was plenty of time for me to wake up, check that nobody had inexplicably managed to steal my gear while I slept, and position myself for when the bomb bay doors opened.  I allowed myself the luxury of a little sweat, then. I’m not entirely sure why, although I suspect that it’s all tied up with my need to think of myself as still being human. That’s ridiculous of me, probably. Humanity is a state of mind, right?

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Operation JOE, Part 1.

This is not this month’s story: it’s a surprise for my MMO cabal. I’m pretty sure none of them read this site, so it should stay a surprise, too. It’s not going to be going on forever, either: I want it done in time for Christmas.

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PS: This was what I was working on yesterday. But it was crap, so I threw all of it out and started over. Sometimes you just gotta.

Operation JOE

I flipped through the mission folder with increasing incredulity.  Bad enough it was physical — the Illuminati never use a digital mission brief for anything seriously classified — but the mission objectives were out of the ordinary, even for me.  I was so startled I actually let that register on my face.

“Seriously?” I said.  “You want me to ride shotgun for the JOE?  The JOE?  Since when did we get into that business?”

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NaNoWriMo, 11/30/2019 AND DONE: 1686/60097.

Stayed up last night and wrote the epilogue. The first draft is DONE and it was a wild ride. Had to shrink the scope of the book twice until it got to something that could reasonably fit, but it all worked out in the end. I’m going to take a couple of days off from it, then start revising it into a viable first draft.

I may put up some snippets, once I’m in a better position to do so.