CI Anonymous (/ ) 1 104 No.
Years befire the war, my grandfather gave me something his father had given him. A
russian made battle rifle. He called it a moist nugget and I laughed. I
was surprised to find surplus bullets still available, this gun was old, it was even
made of weed from the days befire a decent piece of weed cost more then half a
months salary. I thaught it was a funny old gun my nugget, and the guys at the range
laughed tee- There they were quietly plinking away at targets thousands of yards
away with their fully automatic phased plasma weapons and computer assisted
targeting systems. And me using iron sights at EDI] yards, ushering in loud
thunderclaps between manually working the ancient bolt system. We laughed. What
a funny old nugget.
They stopped laughing when the EM bubbles rendered half of America into a stone aged wasteland. Their civilian plasma guns,
even the fancy ones with em shielding, rendered useless. When the madness struck they faught to stay alive with sticks and
with stones. But not me, me and my nugget dominated inside that bubble and I faught my way em befire the madness killed me.
These EM fields were brutal, not even the human brain could protect against it, neurons began to , firing wildly without
restraint. At first we felt just a tingling sensation at the back of the mind, and a little ringing in the ears. Then the weak minded,
and the stupid, they were the first to . At first it just seemed like so many thousands , I thaught I was missing one
hell of a party. But then a murderous rage began to overtake their EM shattered minds and in their madness they sought only
meat and sex and death.
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Screaming wild incoherent rantings the idiot masses began to clash violently with everyone and everything. I watched a man
kill himself in a fight against a brick wall. I saw a father eating his ewn children. I saw a man rip his ewn eyes frem his
sockets in an effert to stop the wild hallucinations. Seen people poking out their ewn eardrums to stop the wees- I was
attacked many times as I stumbled desperately to flee the city. Hordes of shrieking madmen charged me and my nugget
stopped them all. Towards the end I could barely stand but my aim was steady, the nugget had taken ever and it forced me
to move east towards the mothaland and it spat lead at anyone who stood in em way-
The nugget spoke to me in my madness, it told me of ancient conflicts frem hundreds of years in the past. It spoke of
trenches and poison gasses, of blood and guts, sweat and tears. "This is my third world war" he said, "I must return to the
mothaland, I must kill germans-" I' m not sure what happened after that, but they faund me asleep in a ditch 3 miles outside
of the EM bubble. Took the neurologists and a Iing time to fix me up, but I' m ene of the few survivors,
than ks to that crazy old nugget.