Post by magnus on Nov 9, 2021 15:20:47 GMT -6
:: kitsimu-kata island 25 kicks south-south east of the mainland ::
MIATSU CORP - a shell company for KINDO LLC is stationed on the island, conducting all sort of nerd-core science that the soviets are too kool, with a capital K to understand.
Mule plow field. That's all one need to understand. Particle physics is the devils foreplay. Capaltists hogwash.
When the capitalists can't win, they turn to witchcraft.
The Higgs-bozon might as well be eye of newt or the female orgasm. Pure fantasy.
Alas, that doesn't stop Kindo from elaborated plots that make zero sense.
That's why we're here- rather, why magnus is here.
To inform the kindo industries
L
L
C
That they are out of a
J
O
B
Less they forget, magnus is a soviet super soldier. With programing similar to that of Irina.
We join magnus as he swims ashore. Having swam 2.78 times around the planet before making his assault.
He swims ashore with a diving knife, and a sea shell necklace.
There are demons in these waters and now there's Siberian lions on these lands
And soon, nerd blood all over these walls.
Washed up on the other side of beach was a water proof cache. Assorted with plot armor bullshit
Not for magnus. No. For kindo and his shell companies. Soviets are harsh but we are fair. Remember, kindo, friend-o. Blood on these walls and blood on these hands. This massive paws of the Siberian lion.
Magnus takes his plot centric shit and sneaks his way over to a bunker. Steel and cold. Just like babuska. Magnus would suckle the tit
But that's a whole other promo
But we heard kindo was suckin someone else dick.
But that's a whole other fed. In a whole other non-existent universe.
But this-this is very real. Magnus stands in front of the door. He salutes and gives the secret password built into all secret underground bunkers.
"Good evening, premiere Stallin."
The light turns green. The locks click and the door opens with the hum of soviet propaganda.
Down the stairs and stopped at a vaulted door. There's a spin dial in need of a spin doctor. Magnus caresses the dial like the pert nipples of a Virgin 19 yr old.
12-1-8-18-78
The door swings open with a soft moan. Magnus lights up a cigarette. It was good for him. Too. Security was lacking. There wasn't any. Pretty bush league operation not to have security, even if the lab is on an unmarked island. Magnus pulls out a PPSh from a dry bag.
Sun hot, guns hot. Each shell pinged and ponged a patriotic song that echoed throughout. Further down, magnus gets to the main control room
All sorts of weird, nerdy sci-fi bullshit was going on.
There were two scientists buried in their work stations. Behind them, two circular platforms that glowed in a blinding light. Within them were two bodies. Suspended in animation. A male and female.
KINDO. This is on you. This is on your illustrious industry. A great philosophical poetic once said that: science is a liar sometimes.
Well, science is a liar more than that and is culpable-always. You may not find this regrettable now - but you will. You want to dabble with powers beyond science and so trouble beyond what science can measure, you shall have. This is the siberian lion. More than a man. More than a beast. Full soviet.
All gas. No breaks
This is a new breed of soviet power. It will shake you to your core and leave you scrambling, asking where you want wrong. It's right here.
We, in soviet Russia know what you're trying to do and do you shall not
This is where the experiment comes to an end.
Of kindo LLC in BPW.
Magnus takes aim.
Blood sprays.
Patriotic and free
Magnus activates his com-link.
"Vicktor, Kom ein. The scientists have been dealt with."
"Gwood. And the specimens?"
Magnus walks down more stairs towards the two platforms.
"Two humans. One female. One male. Blonde hair, roughly 5 foot 6. The male has.. substantial damage. Seems mostly metal. Black hair. Over 6 foot. Yellow.. eye?"
" as expected. Proceed. Destroy the base."
"The specimens won't survive."
"Even better."
"Affirmative, comrade."
"Yes. Affirmative, indeed."
MIATSU CORP - a shell company for KINDO LLC is stationed on the island, conducting all sort of nerd-core science that the soviets are too kool, with a capital K to understand.
Mule plow field. That's all one need to understand. Particle physics is the devils foreplay. Capaltists hogwash.
When the capitalists can't win, they turn to witchcraft.
The Higgs-bozon might as well be eye of newt or the female orgasm. Pure fantasy.
Alas, that doesn't stop Kindo from elaborated plots that make zero sense.
That's why we're here- rather, why magnus is here.
To inform the kindo industries
L
L
C
That they are out of a
J
O
B
Less they forget, magnus is a soviet super soldier. With programing similar to that of Irina.
We join magnus as he swims ashore. Having swam 2.78 times around the planet before making his assault.
He swims ashore with a diving knife, and a sea shell necklace.
There are demons in these waters and now there's Siberian lions on these lands
And soon, nerd blood all over these walls.
Washed up on the other side of beach was a water proof cache. Assorted with plot armor bullshit
Not for magnus. No. For kindo and his shell companies. Soviets are harsh but we are fair. Remember, kindo, friend-o. Blood on these walls and blood on these hands. This massive paws of the Siberian lion.
Magnus takes his plot centric shit and sneaks his way over to a bunker. Steel and cold. Just like babuska. Magnus would suckle the tit
But that's a whole other promo
But we heard kindo was suckin someone else dick.
But that's a whole other fed. In a whole other non-existent universe.
But this-this is very real. Magnus stands in front of the door. He salutes and gives the secret password built into all secret underground bunkers.
"Good evening, premiere Stallin."
The light turns green. The locks click and the door opens with the hum of soviet propaganda.
Down the stairs and stopped at a vaulted door. There's a spin dial in need of a spin doctor. Magnus caresses the dial like the pert nipples of a Virgin 19 yr old.
12-1-8-18-78
The door swings open with a soft moan. Magnus lights up a cigarette. It was good for him. Too. Security was lacking. There wasn't any. Pretty bush league operation not to have security, even if the lab is on an unmarked island. Magnus pulls out a PPSh from a dry bag.
Sun hot, guns hot. Each shell pinged and ponged a patriotic song that echoed throughout. Further down, magnus gets to the main control room
All sorts of weird, nerdy sci-fi bullshit was going on.
There were two scientists buried in their work stations. Behind them, two circular platforms that glowed in a blinding light. Within them were two bodies. Suspended in animation. A male and female.
KINDO. This is on you. This is on your illustrious industry. A great philosophical poetic once said that: science is a liar sometimes.
Well, science is a liar more than that and is culpable-always. You may not find this regrettable now - but you will. You want to dabble with powers beyond science and so trouble beyond what science can measure, you shall have. This is the siberian lion. More than a man. More than a beast. Full soviet.
All gas. No breaks
This is a new breed of soviet power. It will shake you to your core and leave you scrambling, asking where you want wrong. It's right here.
We, in soviet Russia know what you're trying to do and do you shall not
This is where the experiment comes to an end.
Of kindo LLC in BPW.
Magnus takes aim.
Blood sprays.
Patriotic and free
Magnus activates his com-link.
"Vicktor, Kom ein. The scientists have been dealt with."
"Gwood. And the specimens?"
Magnus walks down more stairs towards the two platforms.
"Two humans. One female. One male. Blonde hair, roughly 5 foot 6. The male has.. substantial damage. Seems mostly metal. Black hair. Over 6 foot. Yellow.. eye?"
" as expected. Proceed. Destroy the base."
"The specimens won't survive."
"Even better."
"Affirmative, comrade."
"Yes. Affirmative, indeed."