Joker's Wacky Adventures (aka Dutch's literary shit THAT NO ONE REPLIED TO FGTS)

[Dutch]

OOC
So, I've been wanting to write for a while now. It's not fancy or anything, and I haven't written (free-form, at least) in a long time, so expect some mistakes.

IC
I slowly raised myself back up onto my feet. The blowout had passed, and this shanty village hardly withstood the radiation. I thought to myself that maybe there would be artifacts around, but then again, there would be heavily increased mutant activity. To hell with it, I'm already going to die by the hands of some bandit or some horrible mutant, so I might as well try to profit off of it. An artifact or two, hell, even a fireball, would certainly make my day. Then again, seeing her- Wait, I'm rambling.

Then again, what is there to make? Is anyone here even truly alive? We all abandoned our previous lives for... what? The Zone isn't a place for human beings, it's frantically trying to kill each and every one of us off, be it by another human's hands or some twisted anomaly. I found a corpse once- or, I should more accurately say, what was left of it, that had been ripped apart by a Whirligig. Dogs and boars had obviously picked at the shredded remains, and several cans of food had been ripped open, probably from the starved dogs, slowly picking their way through his remains. I didn't bury it. What kind of monster have I become? I just called a corpse an it... He was a person once, just like me. But he didn't matter here, oh no, he didn't matter anymore. He was so insignificant, I wouldn't be surprised if he threw himself into the Whirligig, trying to escape from it all.

An escape, I thought, while walking. That's why I'm here, right? Why the hell am I here, actually? What the hell had I become? I obviously no longer valued life, I obviously served no purpose. It was depressing, actually, knowing that everyone I had once loved was either dead or worse off. At this point, I almost wanted to run back to the anomaly, and cast myself into it, but I knew that wouldn't solve anything. I'm a stalker now, a puny, pointless, perpetually meaningless soul. It's quite odd, really. They call me Joker. But I hardly crack jokes, as a matter of fact I'm typically deep in thought. Thinking about myself, how pointless this all is, about her, about what the fuck I thought I'd get out of this.

I couldn't stand it anymore. I had to push these thoughts out of my mind. I don't think I was like this before the incident with the Monolith. Then again, I just roll with whatever Krystal tells me... I guess she's right, it does seem to be familiar. Maybe she's lying. What if a merc sniped me this moment? Would she care? I hoped so, but you can't know. You can never know anyone in the Zone. God, there's those thoughts again, the same thoughts of casting myself into certain death. I quickly surveyed my surroundings, glancing here and there. A pack of dogs seemed to be enjoying a fresh boar cadaver off to the west, and to the east I think I spotted a small bandit camp. I ducked down to avoid attention from either parties. I'd rather not get gnawed upon or jumped today. I was atop a large, dilapidated train bridge, and although I could easily see my surroundings, I was also quite easy to be spotted.

Suddenly, I felt a horrible headache. It was comparable to the worst of headaches, the strongest migraines. Fuck, I thought, did I take any medicine? I shuffled through my pockets, looking for my bottle of pills, to no avail. I sighed, and continue on. Pulse, pulse, pulse, my headache throbbed in pulsating pains. I was an idiot. I could have avoided this whole encounter, but no, I just thought it was a headache. Oh yeah, sure, idiot. Random, intense head pains in the fucking Zone. Granted, I guess it's possible. But by now, it should have been obvious what it actually was. Especially to an experienced stalker, such as myself.

I rounded an obviously out of commission train, a caboose or something, I never was good with trains. The pains were getting more intense. It was beginning to impair my vision. My view throbbed a horrible, blood-colored red. I reached for my bolts, clutching them tightly at my side. I let one loose, it flew and bounced off of nothing. Another bolt, same result. The pathway was clear. No anomalies. Then what was causing my headache? I briefly thought that maybe it's the brain scorcher, but I'm too far south for any sort of effects from it. Maybe it's just a short migraine. I kept walking, my eyes fixated on the floor. Abruptly, I felt the need to look up. When I did...

Oh god, how I wished it was just a migraine.
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OOC
So, that's it for now. I wanted a cliffhanger to be worked in there. What do you guys think? Do you want more, or as many may call it, moar? Tell me what to improve on.

no replies? u guys r fgts

[lolKieck]

Nicely done for me, and I am not a faggot now :)

[Dutch]

Thanks, I worked on it for quite a bit.