Dusk
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- Joined
- Nov 12, 2005
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- Location
- In the Auction House, selling my shit.
- Avatar Name
- Trinity Dusk Trinity
Parts 1 & 2 of this story can be found here. Parts 3 & 4 here.
This part of the story contains some strong language.
It was now a month since I'd emerged from the bay doors of the transporter ship into the warm air of Port Atlantis. From the advice of Callum, who along with Liam, had caught up with myself and Michelle at Twin, the three of us noobs had stuck together to work on sweat gathering and do some general searching around.
Over this time period, I'd collected around 25,000 bottles of sweat and chanced upon nearly 2,000 pieces of dung. I always passed up the chance to collect fruit as each of my first two opportunities to do so had ended in my death. That's not to say that the native animals weren't killing me anyway. So much so that Michelle had commented that I was very good at dying!
The problem was that there was not alot to do other than sweat and collect stuff as we had no money. Actually, that's not strictly true. It turned out that Michelle, originally a native of the Netherlands, had brought over 3,000 Euros with her to Calypso. The trouble was the only Earth currency accepted for exchange into the local PED was the United States Dollar. For this reason our activities were very restricted.
We were starting to go out of our minds and so decided to contact Callum, who we'd not seen in almost three weeks. We explained that boredom was now setting in and that we needed his advice. He responded by telling us to get over to Port Atlantis and sell whatever we'd got. He warned us not to advertise but to be patient and to listen to what the other traders were offering for what we'd got.
So a teleport jump to PA and a visit to the storage facility and I was ready to trade. Several traders offered me half a pec per bottle of sweat. I'd been advised by Liam that this was too low, but then heard someone offering 0.6pec. I initiated the trade with the woman making the offer and the deal was quickly concluded. 25080 bottles of sweat for 150.48 PED. I felt rich. Like I'd just won the lottery.
Then my attention was drawn to the fact I still had plenty of dung.
I listened intently but couldn't hear anyone making offers. I'd been waiting about ten minutes when a man rudely disturbed my attention.
"What you selling?", he abruptly demanded in a strong accent that I didn't recognise.
"Dung", I countered.
"How much you want for it?"
At this point I didn't have an answer for him. I had no idea what the market value of this stuff was.
"Show me", he ordered.
At this point I pulled out the dung. There was alot of it. Then before I could do anything this man had snatched part of the dung and made a run for the teleporter.
"Son of a bitch", cursed Liam, who had been stood nearby and had witnessed this. I was weighed down with dung but Liam was light on his feet and pursued the mugger.
The mugger jumped onto the teleporter, but it seemed the adrenaline rush of robbing someone blocked his ability to TP out of harm's way of a furious Liam. Liam tried to lunge at him on the teleporter but was dodged. The man then sprinted off through the crowds of people towards the Shopping Mall a short distance away, followed by Liam and me, by now so angry that I just wanted to give this guy a good kicking even if I'd had to dump the rest of the dung to do so.
We ran into the Mall and decided to split up to try and find the mugger. I started on the lower level while Liam used the televator to get to the top level. We searched the place thoroughly but to no avail.
"Fuck it", I said. "The arsehole's welcome to it".
I'd realised that the mugger had stolen about 400 pieces of dung. I'd dumped four times that amount just to give chase. The guy was obviously desperate enough to make money by any means that he could. However this realisation did not temper my anger at someone who had taken from me in that manner. I was replaying visions of me getting hold of this guy and smashing his head against a wall until blood was pouring everywhere. Having said that, in reality his medium build would probably have been more than a match for my slender physique. Then my pure evil thoughts were interrupted my Liam.
"What now?", he asked.
In many ways it was a stupid question. I needed some means of therapy to dull my anger, I'd now got money and everyone knows that women like nothing better than to shop! I sent a personal message to Michelle to come and join us, then we got on with the job in hand.
We'd been at the Mall for about an hour or so when we found a discount store. Many cheap items were to be had, but none of us wanted to part with any money just yet. I guess it was a novelty having Ped Cards with some monetary value. We came out of the shop, and while Michelle and Liam went to the store next door, I walked across the Mall to another one. I don't know why to this day, but something drew my attention towards the Estate Terminal outside the shop. I accessed it, then gawped in stunned amazement at what I saw...
By now, Michelle and Liam had come to find me.
"Hey, what's up?", asked Liam, having seen my slack-jawed expression and trembling hands.
"L... L... Look at the terminal", I shuddered.
"Unit 1G...", read Michelle.
"No... the owner... read the owner's name", I countered.
"Elvis Trinity", she read. "Do you know that person?"
"Sort of", I replied. "He's my brother..."
part 6 to follow...
This part of the story contains some strong language.
It was now a month since I'd emerged from the bay doors of the transporter ship into the warm air of Port Atlantis. From the advice of Callum, who along with Liam, had caught up with myself and Michelle at Twin, the three of us noobs had stuck together to work on sweat gathering and do some general searching around.
Over this time period, I'd collected around 25,000 bottles of sweat and chanced upon nearly 2,000 pieces of dung. I always passed up the chance to collect fruit as each of my first two opportunities to do so had ended in my death. That's not to say that the native animals weren't killing me anyway. So much so that Michelle had commented that I was very good at dying!
The problem was that there was not alot to do other than sweat and collect stuff as we had no money. Actually, that's not strictly true. It turned out that Michelle, originally a native of the Netherlands, had brought over 3,000 Euros with her to Calypso. The trouble was the only Earth currency accepted for exchange into the local PED was the United States Dollar. For this reason our activities were very restricted.
We were starting to go out of our minds and so decided to contact Callum, who we'd not seen in almost three weeks. We explained that boredom was now setting in and that we needed his advice. He responded by telling us to get over to Port Atlantis and sell whatever we'd got. He warned us not to advertise but to be patient and to listen to what the other traders were offering for what we'd got.
So a teleport jump to PA and a visit to the storage facility and I was ready to trade. Several traders offered me half a pec per bottle of sweat. I'd been advised by Liam that this was too low, but then heard someone offering 0.6pec. I initiated the trade with the woman making the offer and the deal was quickly concluded. 25080 bottles of sweat for 150.48 PED. I felt rich. Like I'd just won the lottery.
Then my attention was drawn to the fact I still had plenty of dung.
I listened intently but couldn't hear anyone making offers. I'd been waiting about ten minutes when a man rudely disturbed my attention.
"What you selling?", he abruptly demanded in a strong accent that I didn't recognise.
"Dung", I countered.
"How much you want for it?"
At this point I didn't have an answer for him. I had no idea what the market value of this stuff was.
"Show me", he ordered.
At this point I pulled out the dung. There was alot of it. Then before I could do anything this man had snatched part of the dung and made a run for the teleporter.
"Son of a bitch", cursed Liam, who had been stood nearby and had witnessed this. I was weighed down with dung but Liam was light on his feet and pursued the mugger.
The mugger jumped onto the teleporter, but it seemed the adrenaline rush of robbing someone blocked his ability to TP out of harm's way of a furious Liam. Liam tried to lunge at him on the teleporter but was dodged. The man then sprinted off through the crowds of people towards the Shopping Mall a short distance away, followed by Liam and me, by now so angry that I just wanted to give this guy a good kicking even if I'd had to dump the rest of the dung to do so.
We ran into the Mall and decided to split up to try and find the mugger. I started on the lower level while Liam used the televator to get to the top level. We searched the place thoroughly but to no avail.
"Fuck it", I said. "The arsehole's welcome to it".
I'd realised that the mugger had stolen about 400 pieces of dung. I'd dumped four times that amount just to give chase. The guy was obviously desperate enough to make money by any means that he could. However this realisation did not temper my anger at someone who had taken from me in that manner. I was replaying visions of me getting hold of this guy and smashing his head against a wall until blood was pouring everywhere. Having said that, in reality his medium build would probably have been more than a match for my slender physique. Then my pure evil thoughts were interrupted my Liam.
"What now?", he asked.
In many ways it was a stupid question. I needed some means of therapy to dull my anger, I'd now got money and everyone knows that women like nothing better than to shop! I sent a personal message to Michelle to come and join us, then we got on with the job in hand.
We'd been at the Mall for about an hour or so when we found a discount store. Many cheap items were to be had, but none of us wanted to part with any money just yet. I guess it was a novelty having Ped Cards with some monetary value. We came out of the shop, and while Michelle and Liam went to the store next door, I walked across the Mall to another one. I don't know why to this day, but something drew my attention towards the Estate Terminal outside the shop. I accessed it, then gawped in stunned amazement at what I saw...
By now, Michelle and Liam had come to find me.
"Hey, what's up?", asked Liam, having seen my slack-jawed expression and trembling hands.
"L... L... Look at the terminal", I shuddered.
"Unit 1G...", read Michelle.
"No... the owner... read the owner's name", I countered.
"Elvis Trinity", she read. "Do you know that person?"
"Sort of", I replied. "He's my brother..."
part 6 to follow...
