Gulag Mekanic's Page

(My old character Gulag has been replaced by a new character named Franklin. Franklin is an elderly war veteran who has seen the true horrors of war. He no longer believes in the government he once fought so hard for. Franklin is a strong believer in Marxism and the have's and have not's. He has devoted the rest of his life to bringing down all establishments of heirarchy.)

The streets were desolate on this early Wednesday morning. Franklin took a seat in the camp he set up inside the South tun… Continue

All these things just happened too fast. It seemed like I ran into trouble every step I took. I needed to get away from this place, this jungle of steel and wire. All it took to clear my mind was one phonecall to my old associates and a ticket to Moscow.

The metro ride over was relaxing due to it being almost empty, after all it wasn't very popular to travel from a place like Insilico to a Mafia controlled city like Moscow.

As we came up to the city, the sky glowed red, as if showing the chaos… Continue

A single shot rang out, then darkness.

"Rise and shine Mr. Mekanic, rise...and shine."
I opened my eyes as if for the first time. I was temporarily blinded as the droning light flooded my eyes. "I'm not dead?" I asked the voice. "Not quite, thanks to your buddy I managed to save you." I peered into the mirror by the door and saw that I looked completely normal. "Your eyes and brain stem have been replaced, as well as a spinal upgrade. You know, if you wanted to kill yourself, you shouldn't have… Continue

I was sick of running. As I studied my surrounding I realized the tunnels I was standing in were the very same tunnels I had grown up in. "How ironic.." I said to myself out loud. I had never known the trouble I was getting myself into, nor the trouble I had caused for others. My heart beat with sorrow at the lives I had ruined and taken. I looked at the weapon by my hip, it was my first weapon I held as a kid and would be the last as an adult.

My train of thought was interrupted by the voice o… Continue

The little punk called himself Stalker. He said he was going to hack the mainframe of Insilico and cause complete anarchy. As the words flowed from his mouth I decided to bring the law into my own hands. If justice was measured in blood then my hands would be the bars that locked him in solitary, and the crowbar that smashed into his temple was the judge's javel. I looked down upon his limp body that looked as if he was sleeping off a hangover behind the Blue Ant and muttered,"Not today, this is… Continue