User blog comment:USS Enterprise CVN-65/The New (And Improved) Official Roleplay Room/@comment-32153758-20160725030224

"Isn't it strange, how a year can change so much?"

--- It's a bright day on the island where the workers reside. Today is a special day, a day off for everybody working. Today also happens to be the opening of a brand new bar, called "Serpentine".

Crowds of people gathered to see the bright red opening line be cut by a famous celebrity, but alas, he was 30 minutes late, and counting.

"Where is the captain?" "Probably screwing around, that fool." "Nah, I'm sure he's busy, there's a huge war going on!" "It's not like we're going to militarize now, right?" - Somewhere around the island...

A black limo sat in the city, adorned with gold rims, a figure on the front, and a fancy name etched on the back. Those who were also stuck in the traffic jam would be able to take a close look at it.

The driver, a robust one, tapped his finger furiously on the wheel, impatient.

"I really didn't want to be late... I was hoping to get some drinks in the early morning too..."

"Yeah, so I can kill you when you're hungover." The handheld GPS suctioned to the control panel lit up.

The driver looked down on the tiny object. "What are you going to do, shoot me with those 'guns' of yours?"

The GPS roared loudly at him, giving a slight jolt. "Do not berate me! Your foolery is the reason why I tried to escape from you! I said U-Turn right now, not you turn right now! It was a left U-turn too, you degenerate!"

The man smirked. "If you serve this degenerate, what does that make you, exactly?"

The GPS began to vibrate, as if its head were to blow off. The robots filling the rest of the limo seats looked on in curosity.

"Ah! We're out!" The man exclaimed, and he stepped on the pedal, causing the car to bolt straight through the road.

"In 300... 200... 100... TURN RIGHT!" The GPS screamed, and the car drifted to a stop, pointing right.

"You could have killed us all, right there!" The GPS lit up red in its rage.

"Well, then it just means I sacrificed myself to kill a dangerous evil. Isn't that right... Delusion?"

On the GPS, a cartoon grey robot with a sail flew around the screen like a blinded shark in the sea, rapidly crashing into the screen walls.

"Something like that would have happened, provided you messed up."

Darksire chuckled. "I don't remember programming you with a sense of humor."

"I picked up this negativity from your bull***t. Go straight for 1 more mile, then turn left, then you'll reach the destination."

The limo slowly accelerated to a slow pace, and the two prepared for a good excuse for being late to the opening.

"So, when will you use that stockpile of ships in HQ?" Delusion asked.

"No, no no, I'm not making that mistake with you again." Darksire frowned.

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OOC: Yep. I'm back. Not getting involved in anything big, but I'm selling furniture if you want. I'll explain stuff later.