{So what were they exactly, along with MK ULTRA and the rest? Another sick ploy because we feared we didn't do enough to deradicalize academia, encourage snitchjacketing, kill civil rights leaders with drugged agents, feed a constant lie machine with censors and propaganda and couldn't bare even moderate SocDems? A forced mutation on the human Spirit to make them hunt down whatever yah program in their noggin? Well, certainly interesting how the Imperial Core does so much to prevent even a modicrum of change. Glad that NeoLiberalism had certainly disarmed yah because now we got a road to re-enact what should've been a long time ago: real change... Today be an experimental indie post just testing out with a character concept called "Shamblers" and the such. Get the negative connotation already? No? Then the saga below will probably straighten it out. Regardless, the post includes a traditional haiku, a "Felixian" Haiku to quote @marcoriccardi, a freeverse poem, a 50-word, a 100-word, a 250-word from "those" days that it's not worth bringing up, a 300-word-mono-paragraph seen in Foxtales to then a 500-word seen in Finish the Story (which I swear will bear no tie-in with that current edition which I am a host of by the way; interested? click this link here to see Finish the Story in their 45th week!). Now the challenge isn't writing all of that but to actually keep them semi-self-consistent (self-contained but able to be referenced to each other and established "canon"). Might feel lovely to throw in more if I feel like it... Today's music-aide: "Dance of the Violins" from F-777.}

- erutaretiL relmahS -

- Humbler Conclusions -

Rotten flesh
shambling about
- living life

- Shamble -

Fifth limb moves
"Meds on ex-human!"
Blubber, sniff

- Folly play -

Multiple plops whose pounds make the grass yelp
giggles that dance about with the whistling wind
but hidden are these folly-makers from the World,
for they needn't fear the pure humanly gaze any more.

Look at this folly play they make as the grass still yelps.
lend an ear to the branch sways which approve,
lend a hand when needed to hoist a fifth-limber,
lend yer mind to discern that a mere differential isn't bad.

Oh now the sun has made itself king of the hill
and so the high noon is called and the rotten mass gathers
for comradely feet trample softly despite such loads
to begin an education which hath been denied to them.

Despite odd-looking and in multiple variation for all
these ex-humans cannot let their mouths release laughter
for the thought that yesteryear humans' banal thoughts
and their contrivances to keep an æsthetic purity permanent.

- Unfair -

And so the judge's gavel rang across the wooden court, ringing to the malformed ears each punishment laid before them of which the memory repeatedly replays to them:

- deprivation of all non-humanly limbs-n-accessories
- intense neural rewiring surgery and electro-shock therapy
- plastic surgery on all parts failing modest human standards
- perma-humanity

- 100 seconds -

The clock's hands move, forcing the gears to sing each twitch in movement, yet to ex-humanly ears, like humanly ones, a clairvoyance to what is to be done. The swish-n-swoosh of water dancing about as it flows through in these elder sewer paths, a peace so long disturbed and denied when they have been ejected from their old life. Ex-humans on the move, as the concrete-n-brick floor sing without failure and in-tune with the hums bouncing off the walls. A net set up, the ex-humans' bodies squeezed in the cracks, but 'twas kept quiet by the walls. Hundred, clock screams.

- Underplayed -

"What are these shamblers doing here-"

"Sir, they've down no harm to anyone-"

"I care not! I only care for the best musicians-"

"Might I remind yah they're the best in-state."

"Sure, Miss pro-Shambler, whatever you say."

"That's a Mrs to yah, also yah. Some decency-"

"Decency? Decency to a Shambler lover like you?"

"Look, yah want'd th' best musicians 'n' here they're!"

"I can afford the losses, with or without a care in the World!"

"These ex-humans hath play'd in every major area, they're gold!"

"I care not what they have done, they are Shamblers to a T."

"Well, methinks I need nae be harassed here anymore."

"What you say?- GET BACK IN HERE! WE'RE NOT DONE-"

And so, the door rang loudly which cheered on her Pyrrhic loss, for which a smirk formed. Her eyes returning to see so many ponderous looks, her throat cleared and her voice-box took command:

"Unfornately, students, we're deni'd this spot due to whom yah be."

"But Mrs, where shall we go?-"

"Mrs, where shall find funds!-"

"Mrs. why is that such the case?"

Eyes fixated on the fast-twitchy child, the Mrs. choked and her mouth let go:

"Shamblers to them..."

- Escape -

The concrete floor bracing, cracks ring all through the concrete floor. The iron bars sliding-n-singing their shut, the necro-limbs pierce the cracks and force the shambling body up. The eyes still seeing the stars as the head slowly fixates on radial stability, the MPs with their boots make headway away for which the concrete floor must sing with each step. The hall door screaming loud the shut gave the shambling body a relief long lost since they, this malformed walking corpse, had been caught for living life despite the twitchy movements. The memory theatre replaying all that occurred in the last few days, the shambler's body collapsed to the knees and the voice-box uttered to no more be tortured. Yet more cracks sang silently but the shambler ever-sharp with any noise that dare bounce around them. Pressing the many ears on the cracks, the necro-limbs tested the floor thickness and the floor gladly replayed back without any a hesitation. Sensing the the quiet drops and swish-n-swoosh down below their cell, the necro-limbs already set about to look for the deepest and widest on the floor. The concrete giving silent giggles before two sharp yells, it began moaning in constant pain as it began being wrestled from its other concrete fellas. Soon learning the sensation of flight, a net soon disrupted the first-ever flying lesson and held them tight. The ears hearing many figures emerge and soon the body feeling being dragged, the eyes saw many feet shuffle while hearing their equipment oscillate in joyous yelps. A knife making each string of the net give a quiet squeal, they were slowly let go and a smile cracked hard on those lips as their eyes saw who had come to rescue them. The sewers reverberating the urahs as they all scurried away.

- Pressing matters -

Somewhere deep in the pockets of a skirt, a cellphone begins dancing frantically around as it screeches without a care. Hands intervening in the chaos, the phone is unfolds to the whims of simple finger pressure and two squeaks dance in the air from first the opening and second the pressing of the accept button. The ears sensing pressure from a cold metallic object, it pays close attention to everything that is to come.

"Mrs, we finally rescued ol' Martin. They shall be fine as the medicals are treatin' them with a care unseen from the prison. Martin is expected to shadow and will need a body to follow before Martin can reemerge again and do the work necessary."

"Consider it done, th' kids need a figure 'n' ol' Martin be such a figure I need. They've all been mellow ever since we left th' town."

"You don't mean that town-"

"Yes, that town. Like Harlem to people like me, Chinatown for the Chinese cultures 'n' so on 'n' so on. Can't feel but let down even with th' chirpy music playing about, the bus fill'd with lively discussion 'n' seein' such beautiful sights we all ought to enjoy - all of which should quell this... This feeling rockin' my stomach left-n-right nonstop o' something very real I could've done to even budge. However, that may as well could've gone to vain as that cracker anti-ex-human could've brought them MPs to crack us down."

"I hear you loud-n-clear. Anyways, I got pressing matters on my end as well as soon I got to teach a class as it's my turn to do so. Take care of those kids as long as you live, we shall send ol' Martin there, they now how to shadow well considering their record with being caught - probably give kids some morale boost. Safe travels."

"Yah too, honey."

The phone eking its shut and lodged deep in the skirt pocket, the seat supported her slumping as tears left her eyes. Yet her body would hoist herself up and her legs would scrunch up on the rocking bus seats; hands mopping up tears. With the final mop up done, her arms rested-n-crossed on the knees as her eyes peeked outside. Ol' Martin's name rang about her mind, but no tear dare leave her eyes in the moment. Her left hand soon emplaced on the glass which gave a soft embracing groan; her eyes fixated on the ring on her engagement finger and her memory theatre began working. And so, in the blurs of the nature outside and the eyes entering into a semi-REM state, she remembered the times of her-n-Martin, Martin's on that night, having to hide them from the MPs and the eventual split up. For which, despite everything, a small smile cracked as her eyes fully closed to revel in what was to come.

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Two-ThingsTM: I like to get the TwoThingsTM to not be a TM (not that it is) and I finally had the time to do this, yay! :D :D!!!!~

I would rave again about the QITR, but it's best to see the @bananafish post about. Click here to see such.

So like, #wtf Comrade Prof. Dr. Victor? What be the end blurb be now? Well I like to disseminate that I have to now get on working a RN-1199 story and tip the entire event off with a story involving Ashley-n-Saddie once more with a contest entry(ies) in between the two. So? what shall the two be about? Can't tell ye people rn ;p

But I shall say that the Ashley-n-Saddie entry shall be lovely while the RN-1199 story focus on a five-person team accomplishing something including [expunged by Spooky's Secret Services]. Anyways, I do have something to deal with the Spooky-Carrion thing and might call it a sub-Saga or its own Saga (along with RN-1199 despite being a Saga of two differing time periods bunched up forcefully into one categorization). Otherwise, after the 16 days are "done" I shall take a few days off but I shall be entering into contests or whatever.

Anyways, like to give thanks to mój Ukochany, @calluna, for the mention of chocalate because now I want to munch on her chocolate supplies before she dep- I feel as if she depleted them already and shall use it as a carrot on the stick to lure me to her... Screw it, there's more things the mouth can have fun with other than candies, food, drinking and the such~ ;p

The Shambler Saga

@theironfelix - Two-hundred years and counting

- Has no spot but would fit in here before the Insurrectionist events kick off -

@theironfelix - The Rebel Compound

@theironfelix - What remained after

@theironfelix - Runaway Convict

@theironfelix - Scouting for Danger

@theironfelix - A ponderous choice

@theironfelix - A step towards hope

@theironfelix - Escape by pier

@theironfelix - Aftermath

@theironfelix - The Second battle for Vicksburg

@theironfelix - Insurgency Aide

@theironfelix - Ides of March anno domini 21XX