I had been practicing golf rounds at the Idanha Ridge Golf Club.
I wasn’t actually there, but my GolfZon Vision Premium golf simulator did its best to bring me to the fairways.
There I was, slapping golf balls against the film screen, listening to the loud thud as each ball hit the fabric screen. The drives had not been going well, but then again, they never did. Also, it Idanha Ridge was an usual sadistic golf course built by some crazed architect from hell, and my bad golfing wasn’t helping either. The hooks and shanks were ripe, and were only sweeten by the ball landing in the rough or bunker. I resigned myself to the fact that there must be some sort of karma love between bunkers and my gameplay, since the ball seemed so drawn towards them. I concluded that there must be some sort of conspiracy against me, drawn up by agents of the Illuminati. It was obvious that the elite of the Illuminati were hoping to discourage me, and others, not only from golf, but from all types of recreational sports, and thus allowing them a wide berth to usher in their reign of terror. Yet, the Illuminati s had underplayed their hand. They had not taken into account the amount of alcohol I can consume during any one session of golf simulation. The debauchery and blackouts from my simulated golf pastime only protected me from this horrific discouragement. It allow me to continue the fight.
I had taken another swat at a golf ball, watching as the simulation show my ball bouncing it off one of the many trees, when my phone began to ring. I looked down at its glaring screen and saw the word “Unknown” glaring back at me. I would have ignored the call, as I usually do when the screen flashes the word “Unknown”, but I had recently left a message with Vanessa Del Rio that I urgently needed to speak with her regarding Elite Dangerous, the space simulation game. Dr. Del Rio was a retired actress whose popularity soared in the late 1970s and earlier 1980s. She ended her pornography career around 1986, concentrating her time and efforts into the study of sociology, emphasizing in the field of Agents of Socialization, graduating with honors from Harvard University.
I wanted to speak to Dr. Del Rio in regards to psychological tactics that could be used in protecting my fellow Elite Dangerous commanders against possible infiltration by members of the Illuminati’s task force. I knew that the open world sandbox of Elite Dangerous had brought about numerous Agents of Socialization. That was a good thing, but unfortunately, it was also a double edged sword. Obviously, Elite Dangerous allowed for the growth of imagination and creativity, which in turn, would then would lead to independent thought, social interaction, and healthy debate, all of which are essential to the human psyche. Yet, Elite Dangerous, and its ability to create new Agents of Socialization, could be warped into a twisted entity, which could possibly lead to world domination and the complete erasure of social agency. It was evident that the fools at Frontier had no idea the power they had unleashed. With the help of Dr. Del Rio, and her studies regarding Secondary Groups and Primary Groups, such as the ones within the Elite Dangerous community, we would help fight against the discord among members, as well as dismantle the plot hatched by the Elite of the Illuminati to not only destroy Elite Dangerous, but possibly the world.
Dr. Vanessa Del Rio
Intelligence mixed with a little sweetness
Yes, the phone call must be from Vanessa Del Rio, the former actress and doctor of sociology.
I answered the phone.
It wasn’t Vanessa Del Rio.
“Harry,” the voice on the other end of the phone said. “It’s me, Rhonda.”
“I know that, bubblehead,” I yelled. “You’ve been staining my life with the plague of your presence for the past twenty years!”
“Don’t torment me, you horrid man,” Rhonda barked back. “Meet me at the Chi-Chi Lounge. It’s an emergency!”
“What are you chirping about, you angry, little hen? What emergency?”
Rhonda’s voice lower to a subtle whisper. “I’ve been able to obtain information regarding Elite Dangerous: Odyssey on consoles. I have information about the indefinite delay with Odyssey on consoles, and why bugs continue to plague the so-called superior PC version.”
“What?” My voice began to rise again. “What information have you obtained? The Illuminati has leveled a total communication blackout on Odyssey!”
“I got connections, baby.” I heard Rhonda chuckle slightly. “I have an informant on the inside.”
“Who is this turncoat?” I asked. “Are we paying this snitch? Is he coming to our side? What type of console does he have at home? Is it an Xbox or PlayStation?”
“I’ve already said too much,” Rhonda said. “This payphone may be tapped. I may have to go into hiding after this.”
“Damn you, female,” I barked. “I need info!”
“I said it was an emergency,” Rhonda barked back.
I would have inquired more about the emergency my best friend was speaking of, but she hung up the phone before I was able to take another breath. This wasn’t like Rhonda. She usually stayed on the phone to harp on me for a minimum of thirty minutes, but this wasn’t the case today. The mood was obviously a lot darker. It is easy to forget how cruel and dangerous this world can be when you are focused on other tasks. My best friend needed me, though. She had information regarding Elite Dangerous: Odyssey, and it could possibly lead us down a hallway of doom. We had seen hell before, and we had blood on our shoes, so our sins were washed away. Whatever needed to be faced, we would do it together.
I quickly showered and shaved, and then took out my navy blue Brioni Gaetano double-breasted suit, with a white Armani shirt and red tie. The peaked lapels of the suit coat would blend in perfectly at the Chi-Chi Lounge, and its handmade woven fabric would be durable enough to withstand the elements inside the bar, whether it would be cigarette smoke or bodily fluids. Before I put on the suit coat, I donned my shoulder holster and loaded up my police Colt Python. I had bought the beast of a gun a few years back in Tijuana, bribing a police captain so I could purchase it from a local underground guns merchant. I holstered the silver plated gun, feeling its weight under my arm my double breasted suit coat. Yeah, Chi-Chi’s was a rough place, but they poured your drinks heavy there, so it was worth the risk. I put my suit coat on, grabbed my car keys and cigarettes, put them in my trouser pocket, and stepped out the door.
A good sidekick to have when battling the Illuminati
I did not see the horror that hung above me until I had almost reached my car.
Then I saw the clouds.
Stratus. Cumulus. Even Cumulonimbus layers. The sky was filled with clouds.
When I saw the clouds, I completely froze in terror. Clouds in the sky are not a good omen to me, and they are not a good thing for anyone within the civilized world. Thundershowers, hurricanes, tornadoes, flash flooding, bolts of lightning crashing into the tops of people’s heads, all of it coming from those supposedly innocent white, fluffy puffs of moisture. The Abenaki Indians of America would sacrifice virgins at a drop of a hat if they saw clouds on the horizon, or at least they did before civilization stepped its foot on the North American continent and put a stop to their barbaric ways. But then again, who is to say that the Abenaki Indians were wrong?
Yes, the clouds in the sky were staring me down, and the fear was ripe. When I discovered the billowy death machines hanging over my head, I darted back to the door that I came out of, standing in the doorframe underneath the overhang of my front porch. My chest felt pinched with pain, and beads of sweat started to pop out on my forehead. The Brioni Gaetano double-breasted suit I was wearing now felt like a layer of lead, constricting the pores of my epidermal layer of skin from breathing. I loosen my tie and unbuttoned the first two buttons of my shirt. I knew I needed to control myself, even without drink or medication. It would have been easier for me to make a mad dash back into the house, lock the door, and wait for the cloud towers to pass. Unfortunately, I couldn’t do that. Rhonda not only needed me, but the information about the console release of Elite Dangerous: Odyssey loomed in front of us like a carrot hanging in front of a donkey’s muzzle.
Our days are numbered….Sacrifice a virgin IMMEDIATELY!
Standing in front doorway, I looked about, trying to judge the distance between my car and where I was standing, trying to calculate the amount of seconds it would take me to make a frantic rush to my car. While I was figuring the time and distance calculations, I noticed that one of my neighbors from across the street had come out of her house. Her name was Mrs. Kowlowski, an elderly woman, well into her eighties, who always wore her house dress and rubber slippers. The walker that she used supported her weight, but it had seen better days.
“Mr. Cooper,” said Mrs. Kowlowski. “Is everything all right?”
“Good Lord,” I barked at the old woman. “You fool, get back inside!”
“Did you lose at that golf game again, the one Helen told me about?” The old women kept coming down her walkway towards the sidewalk, the legs of her walker scratching across the concrete.
“Damn you, Mrs. Kowlowski,” I yelled. “Get back inside! I won’t be able to save you!”
Mrs. Kowlowski started to look about. “Whatever do you mean?”
“Oh, you stupid old fool! Your hymen was ruptured decades ago. You’re totally useless! Just go back into your house and check the TV for EBS reports!”
“EBS?” Mrs. Kowlowski rhetorically asked. “Has there been an emergency? A disaster?”
“JUST DO AS I SAY, FEMALE!”
“Oh goodness,” Mrs. Kowlowski said. “I’ll check the news for you, Mr. Cooper. I hope everyone will be all right.” She flipped her walker around and started to head back to her house.
“This could be the end times,” I shouted at her as she walked back to her house. “Fill up your bathtub with water, and don’t flush your toilets. We may need all the spare water we can get when society crumbles!”
“You can count of me, Mr. Cooper,” the old woman said. She stepped back inside her house and shut the door behind her.
Totally oblivious to the oncoming apocalypse, ruptured hymen and all
I was alone again, standing in the doorframe of my front door. For a moment I thought about calling Helen, but shook my head. No, that would be foolish. That was the woman I loved, and I would not have her risk her life exposing herself to these vile clouds. No, I was on my own. I had to battle this dilemma on my own.
I had chills racing through my body, but I was able to muster up enough courage, though. I gave out a deafening war cry, sounding out with every energized cell within my soul. I dashed to my car, flaying my arms wildly in the air, trying to ward off any oncoming threats to my physical being. Closer to the car, I dove across the hood, my upper torso landing on the far driver side end of the hood. The contact flipped me over, landing me flat on my back on the street. My eyes shut momentarily. A gust of wind shot out from my lungs, and I gasped for air. The nerve endings on my back discharged their pain receptors into my brain. I was almost powerless. I opened my eyes again as I laid on my back in the street.
I looked upwards to the clouds above.
I gave out another war cry, more horrific and terrifying than the last. I picked myself up off the ground, and began to thrash my arms around again, whipping my head about to see if there were any threats. Seeing that at the moment everything was clear, I pulled the car keys from my pocket and press the unlock button. I opened the driver’s side door and slid into the front seat, slamming it closed.
The sound of my labored breath was the only thing that was in the car with me. Other than that, it was completely silent. I saw that my hands were shaking. I wouldn’t be able to manage the car at the moment. I took my pack of cigarettes out and lit one, taking a long drag from the cigarette, hoping that it would calm me somewhat, hoping that after a few moments my hands would steady themselves enough to allow me to drive. I had been lucky. I knew that I could have been struck by a thunderbolt when I was outside of the car, but that was no longer a threat. Still, the clouds could form into tornadoes, and I knew that would be the death of us all. They wouldn’t be cute Kansas tornadoes. No picking up Dorothy and tossing her ass back to the Land of Oz. No, the clouds that hung above me now would form tornadoes that would spin you about until your adipose squirted from your pores. Being inside of a car, or inside of a house for that matter, would not help you. My only hope now was to get to the Chi-Chi lounge. Constructed in the 1950s, the bar had overhead plumbing. The copper pipes would offer some protection to Rhonda and me if the tornadoes came.
Chi-Chi Lounge, a safe haven from tornadoes and the death clouds
I had made it this far and I knew I could not turn back. I knew that Helen, my fiancé, would be safe. Even though she was a woman, she had more common sense than most of them. If the hit the fan and the clouds decide to go apocalyptic on society, Helen would know how to get to me.
Rhonda was a different story. Yes, she was able to obtain vital information regarding Elite Dangerous: Odyssey on consoles, but she still wasn’t always the smartest girl in the room. She rarely had a plan, and she took risks. It was as though she sometimes forgot to pay her brain bill. Yeah, it was a pain in the ass, but she was my best friend. She needed me, and if death and destruction began to rain down from the death clouds, Rhonda would really need me then.
Also, Rhonda now had vital insider information regarding the indefinite console delay of Elite Dangerous: Odyssey. The Illuminati now saw her as a threat, a clog in the social-industrial machinery that was bringing them closer not only total domination of Elite Dangerous, but to the world itself. The Illuminati would be on the hunt for her. They would not settle for her credit to be ruined, or to be framed for some crime that she did not commit. No, not with the knowledge she had regarding Elite Dangerous: Odyssey on consoles. The Illuminati would want Rhonda eliminated, taken out with extreme prejudice.
I slammed my fist down on the dashboard of the car.
“Damn you, Frontier,” I said through clenched teeth, the cigarette dangling from the corner of my mouth. “Look at what your greed has brought down upon us! You have brought the wolves of the Illuminati to our doorstep. We once praised you as being a creative force within the console community. We applauded you for not being a Ponzi scheme like Star Citizen. But you went for the easy money. You were seduced by the Elites of the Illuminati, as though a teenager being seduced by a high-price escort. Your weakness sickens me, and believe me when I say that you will answer to the owners of Xboxes and PlayStations. I pledge this oath to the spirit of General George Patton!”
I put the car key into the ignition and flipped it, gunning the engine. My thoughts turned to Charlton Heston, a true man. I already knew what he would do in this situation, and I didn’t want to let the memory of that American hero down. I brought the car window down, flicking my cigarette onto the street. I looked up to the clouds that hung in the sky, raising my fist towards the fluffy s in defiance.
“Goddamn you!” I shouted at the clouds, and to the spirit of the Illuminati. “Goddamn you all to hell!”
I floored the gas pedal and heard the squeal of tire rubber as it tore into the street asphalt.
I wasn’t actually there, but my GolfZon Vision Premium golf simulator did its best to bring me to the fairways.
There I was, slapping golf balls against the film screen, listening to the loud thud as each ball hit the fabric screen. The drives had not been going well, but then again, they never did. Also, it Idanha Ridge was an usual sadistic golf course built by some crazed architect from hell, and my bad golfing wasn’t helping either. The hooks and shanks were ripe, and were only sweeten by the ball landing in the rough or bunker. I resigned myself to the fact that there must be some sort of karma love between bunkers and my gameplay, since the ball seemed so drawn towards them. I concluded that there must be some sort of conspiracy against me, drawn up by agents of the Illuminati. It was obvious that the elite of the Illuminati were hoping to discourage me, and others, not only from golf, but from all types of recreational sports, and thus allowing them a wide berth to usher in their reign of terror. Yet, the Illuminati s had underplayed their hand. They had not taken into account the amount of alcohol I can consume during any one session of golf simulation. The debauchery and blackouts from my simulated golf pastime only protected me from this horrific discouragement. It allow me to continue the fight.
I had taken another swat at a golf ball, watching as the simulation show my ball bouncing it off one of the many trees, when my phone began to ring. I looked down at its glaring screen and saw the word “Unknown” glaring back at me. I would have ignored the call, as I usually do when the screen flashes the word “Unknown”, but I had recently left a message with Vanessa Del Rio that I urgently needed to speak with her regarding Elite Dangerous, the space simulation game. Dr. Del Rio was a retired actress whose popularity soared in the late 1970s and earlier 1980s. She ended her pornography career around 1986, concentrating her time and efforts into the study of sociology, emphasizing in the field of Agents of Socialization, graduating with honors from Harvard University.
I wanted to speak to Dr. Del Rio in regards to psychological tactics that could be used in protecting my fellow Elite Dangerous commanders against possible infiltration by members of the Illuminati’s task force. I knew that the open world sandbox of Elite Dangerous had brought about numerous Agents of Socialization. That was a good thing, but unfortunately, it was also a double edged sword. Obviously, Elite Dangerous allowed for the growth of imagination and creativity, which in turn, would then would lead to independent thought, social interaction, and healthy debate, all of which are essential to the human psyche. Yet, Elite Dangerous, and its ability to create new Agents of Socialization, could be warped into a twisted entity, which could possibly lead to world domination and the complete erasure of social agency. It was evident that the fools at Frontier had no idea the power they had unleashed. With the help of Dr. Del Rio, and her studies regarding Secondary Groups and Primary Groups, such as the ones within the Elite Dangerous community, we would help fight against the discord among members, as well as dismantle the plot hatched by the Elite of the Illuminati to not only destroy Elite Dangerous, but possibly the world.
Dr. Vanessa Del Rio
Intelligence mixed with a little sweetness
Yes, the phone call must be from Vanessa Del Rio, the former actress and doctor of sociology.
I answered the phone.
It wasn’t Vanessa Del Rio.
“Harry,” the voice on the other end of the phone said. “It’s me, Rhonda.”
“I know that, bubblehead,” I yelled. “You’ve been staining my life with the plague of your presence for the past twenty years!”
“Don’t torment me, you horrid man,” Rhonda barked back. “Meet me at the Chi-Chi Lounge. It’s an emergency!”
“What are you chirping about, you angry, little hen? What emergency?”
Rhonda’s voice lower to a subtle whisper. “I’ve been able to obtain information regarding Elite Dangerous: Odyssey on consoles. I have information about the indefinite delay with Odyssey on consoles, and why bugs continue to plague the so-called superior PC version.”
“What?” My voice began to rise again. “What information have you obtained? The Illuminati has leveled a total communication blackout on Odyssey!”
“I got connections, baby.” I heard Rhonda chuckle slightly. “I have an informant on the inside.”
“Who is this turncoat?” I asked. “Are we paying this snitch? Is he coming to our side? What type of console does he have at home? Is it an Xbox or PlayStation?”
“I’ve already said too much,” Rhonda said. “This payphone may be tapped. I may have to go into hiding after this.”
“Damn you, female,” I barked. “I need info!”
“I said it was an emergency,” Rhonda barked back.
I would have inquired more about the emergency my best friend was speaking of, but she hung up the phone before I was able to take another breath. This wasn’t like Rhonda. She usually stayed on the phone to harp on me for a minimum of thirty minutes, but this wasn’t the case today. The mood was obviously a lot darker. It is easy to forget how cruel and dangerous this world can be when you are focused on other tasks. My best friend needed me, though. She had information regarding Elite Dangerous: Odyssey, and it could possibly lead us down a hallway of doom. We had seen hell before, and we had blood on our shoes, so our sins were washed away. Whatever needed to be faced, we would do it together.
I quickly showered and shaved, and then took out my navy blue Brioni Gaetano double-breasted suit, with a white Armani shirt and red tie. The peaked lapels of the suit coat would blend in perfectly at the Chi-Chi Lounge, and its handmade woven fabric would be durable enough to withstand the elements inside the bar, whether it would be cigarette smoke or bodily fluids. Before I put on the suit coat, I donned my shoulder holster and loaded up my police Colt Python. I had bought the beast of a gun a few years back in Tijuana, bribing a police captain so I could purchase it from a local underground guns merchant. I holstered the silver plated gun, feeling its weight under my arm my double breasted suit coat. Yeah, Chi-Chi’s was a rough place, but they poured your drinks heavy there, so it was worth the risk. I put my suit coat on, grabbed my car keys and cigarettes, put them in my trouser pocket, and stepped out the door.
A good sidekick to have when battling the Illuminati
I did not see the horror that hung above me until I had almost reached my car.
Then I saw the clouds.
Stratus. Cumulus. Even Cumulonimbus layers. The sky was filled with clouds.
When I saw the clouds, I completely froze in terror. Clouds in the sky are not a good omen to me, and they are not a good thing for anyone within the civilized world. Thundershowers, hurricanes, tornadoes, flash flooding, bolts of lightning crashing into the tops of people’s heads, all of it coming from those supposedly innocent white, fluffy puffs of moisture. The Abenaki Indians of America would sacrifice virgins at a drop of a hat if they saw clouds on the horizon, or at least they did before civilization stepped its foot on the North American continent and put a stop to their barbaric ways. But then again, who is to say that the Abenaki Indians were wrong?
Yes, the clouds in the sky were staring me down, and the fear was ripe. When I discovered the billowy death machines hanging over my head, I darted back to the door that I came out of, standing in the doorframe underneath the overhang of my front porch. My chest felt pinched with pain, and beads of sweat started to pop out on my forehead. The Brioni Gaetano double-breasted suit I was wearing now felt like a layer of lead, constricting the pores of my epidermal layer of skin from breathing. I loosen my tie and unbuttoned the first two buttons of my shirt. I knew I needed to control myself, even without drink or medication. It would have been easier for me to make a mad dash back into the house, lock the door, and wait for the cloud towers to pass. Unfortunately, I couldn’t do that. Rhonda not only needed me, but the information about the console release of Elite Dangerous: Odyssey loomed in front of us like a carrot hanging in front of a donkey’s muzzle.
Our days are numbered….Sacrifice a virgin IMMEDIATELY!
Standing in front doorway, I looked about, trying to judge the distance between my car and where I was standing, trying to calculate the amount of seconds it would take me to make a frantic rush to my car. While I was figuring the time and distance calculations, I noticed that one of my neighbors from across the street had come out of her house. Her name was Mrs. Kowlowski, an elderly woman, well into her eighties, who always wore her house dress and rubber slippers. The walker that she used supported her weight, but it had seen better days.
“Mr. Cooper,” said Mrs. Kowlowski. “Is everything all right?”
“Good Lord,” I barked at the old woman. “You fool, get back inside!”
“Did you lose at that golf game again, the one Helen told me about?” The old women kept coming down her walkway towards the sidewalk, the legs of her walker scratching across the concrete.
“Damn you, Mrs. Kowlowski,” I yelled. “Get back inside! I won’t be able to save you!”
Mrs. Kowlowski started to look about. “Whatever do you mean?”
“Oh, you stupid old fool! Your hymen was ruptured decades ago. You’re totally useless! Just go back into your house and check the TV for EBS reports!”
“EBS?” Mrs. Kowlowski rhetorically asked. “Has there been an emergency? A disaster?”
“JUST DO AS I SAY, FEMALE!”
“Oh goodness,” Mrs. Kowlowski said. “I’ll check the news for you, Mr. Cooper. I hope everyone will be all right.” She flipped her walker around and started to head back to her house.
“This could be the end times,” I shouted at her as she walked back to her house. “Fill up your bathtub with water, and don’t flush your toilets. We may need all the spare water we can get when society crumbles!”
“You can count of me, Mr. Cooper,” the old woman said. She stepped back inside her house and shut the door behind her.
Totally oblivious to the oncoming apocalypse, ruptured hymen and all
I was alone again, standing in the doorframe of my front door. For a moment I thought about calling Helen, but shook my head. No, that would be foolish. That was the woman I loved, and I would not have her risk her life exposing herself to these vile clouds. No, I was on my own. I had to battle this dilemma on my own.
I had chills racing through my body, but I was able to muster up enough courage, though. I gave out a deafening war cry, sounding out with every energized cell within my soul. I dashed to my car, flaying my arms wildly in the air, trying to ward off any oncoming threats to my physical being. Closer to the car, I dove across the hood, my upper torso landing on the far driver side end of the hood. The contact flipped me over, landing me flat on my back on the street. My eyes shut momentarily. A gust of wind shot out from my lungs, and I gasped for air. The nerve endings on my back discharged their pain receptors into my brain. I was almost powerless. I opened my eyes again as I laid on my back in the street.
I looked upwards to the clouds above.
I gave out another war cry, more horrific and terrifying than the last. I picked myself up off the ground, and began to thrash my arms around again, whipping my head about to see if there were any threats. Seeing that at the moment everything was clear, I pulled the car keys from my pocket and press the unlock button. I opened the driver’s side door and slid into the front seat, slamming it closed.
The sound of my labored breath was the only thing that was in the car with me. Other than that, it was completely silent. I saw that my hands were shaking. I wouldn’t be able to manage the car at the moment. I took my pack of cigarettes out and lit one, taking a long drag from the cigarette, hoping that it would calm me somewhat, hoping that after a few moments my hands would steady themselves enough to allow me to drive. I had been lucky. I knew that I could have been struck by a thunderbolt when I was outside of the car, but that was no longer a threat. Still, the clouds could form into tornadoes, and I knew that would be the death of us all. They wouldn’t be cute Kansas tornadoes. No picking up Dorothy and tossing her ass back to the Land of Oz. No, the clouds that hung above me now would form tornadoes that would spin you about until your adipose squirted from your pores. Being inside of a car, or inside of a house for that matter, would not help you. My only hope now was to get to the Chi-Chi lounge. Constructed in the 1950s, the bar had overhead plumbing. The copper pipes would offer some protection to Rhonda and me if the tornadoes came.
Chi-Chi Lounge, a safe haven from tornadoes and the death clouds
I had made it this far and I knew I could not turn back. I knew that Helen, my fiancé, would be safe. Even though she was a woman, she had more common sense than most of them. If the hit the fan and the clouds decide to go apocalyptic on society, Helen would know how to get to me.
Rhonda was a different story. Yes, she was able to obtain vital information regarding Elite Dangerous: Odyssey on consoles, but she still wasn’t always the smartest girl in the room. She rarely had a plan, and she took risks. It was as though she sometimes forgot to pay her brain bill. Yeah, it was a pain in the ass, but she was my best friend. She needed me, and if death and destruction began to rain down from the death clouds, Rhonda would really need me then.
Also, Rhonda now had vital insider information regarding the indefinite console delay of Elite Dangerous: Odyssey. The Illuminati now saw her as a threat, a clog in the social-industrial machinery that was bringing them closer not only total domination of Elite Dangerous, but to the world itself. The Illuminati would be on the hunt for her. They would not settle for her credit to be ruined, or to be framed for some crime that she did not commit. No, not with the knowledge she had regarding Elite Dangerous: Odyssey on consoles. The Illuminati would want Rhonda eliminated, taken out with extreme prejudice.
I slammed my fist down on the dashboard of the car.
“Damn you, Frontier,” I said through clenched teeth, the cigarette dangling from the corner of my mouth. “Look at what your greed has brought down upon us! You have brought the wolves of the Illuminati to our doorstep. We once praised you as being a creative force within the console community. We applauded you for not being a Ponzi scheme like Star Citizen. But you went for the easy money. You were seduced by the Elites of the Illuminati, as though a teenager being seduced by a high-price escort. Your weakness sickens me, and believe me when I say that you will answer to the owners of Xboxes and PlayStations. I pledge this oath to the spirit of General George Patton!”
I put the car key into the ignition and flipped it, gunning the engine. My thoughts turned to Charlton Heston, a true man. I already knew what he would do in this situation, and I didn’t want to let the memory of that American hero down. I brought the car window down, flicking my cigarette onto the street. I looked up to the clouds that hung in the sky, raising my fist towards the fluffy s in defiance.
“Goddamn you!” I shouted at the clouds, and to the spirit of the Illuminati. “Goddamn you all to hell!”
I floored the gas pedal and heard the squeal of tire rubber as it tore into the street asphalt.
Will Elite Dangerous: Odyssey ever be released on consoles?
Will the Illuminati completely take of Frontier Development?
Will the Elite of the Illuminati seize complete dominance over the world's populace?
Will Harry be able to reach Rhonda in time?
These questions, and many more, will be answered in the continuing episodes of
"Elite Dangerous: Odyssey, The Illuminati, Death Clouds, and Getting to Rhonda"
Will the Illuminati completely take of Frontier Development?
Will the Elite of the Illuminati seize complete dominance over the world's populace?
Will Harry be able to reach Rhonda in time?
These questions, and many more, will be answered in the continuing episodes of
"Elite Dangerous: Odyssey, The Illuminati, Death Clouds, and Getting to Rhonda"
