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didn't we kill stalin
Before the End: A Finis Work
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Yes, in my KOTL. “Finis”, as well as this work, is set in an alternate universe that does not intersect with any other.
Nice
Okay, that makes sense
This is one thing that bugs me. The soldiers can’t be cookies.
Chapter 6: Cookie
Cookie had been created for one reason, and one reason only - to be a weapon of Joseph Stalin. To be more specific, she’d been created as the first template for an elite unit that would counter King Ryan’s Royal Guard, those enormous plasmasaber-wielding men. She would be a cannon made of glass, strong and fast, wickedly smart and with a blade that was wickedly sharp.
She had despised it. She despised her creator from the very beginning, filled with loathing that she was a mere pawn on a chessboard. Something to be sacrificed without more than a moment’s thought if the time called for it. She was a person, dammit, and she deserved to be treated like one.
Unfortunately, there wasn’t much that she could do about it. Rebellion was never an option. And so, she kept her head down and did as told, forever waiting for a chance that didn’t seem to come.
She sat there and did nothing as scientists tested on her, fine-tuning their creation. She looked on in envy as newer models of Cookie clones began to roll off production lines. It seemed that the free thinking that she possessed didn’t exist in these clones - a flaw so elegantly ironed out.
It was odd, though. She was the prototype, the original version. Things were supposed to improve over time, thus, she should have been left in the dust by her newer versions.
But they were not. It seemed as though that free thought was not a flaw, but rather a boon. The new Cookie clones might have been stronger and faster, but they were quite uninspired in their attack mechanisms, only moving forward in straight lines to their foe. What was intended to be an elegant weapon instead devolved into brute-force.
The clones were inferior, and so Cookie swallowed her pride and carried on, killing the enemies of the Soviets. She enjoyed the killing. Perhaps it was sadistic, but it was what she was meant to do. She killed, and she killed, and she killed. If she didn’t get ten thousand in one week, she wasn’t having a good week.
Things were fine for a few years, until the Quartet came.
That damn Quartet. Stalin was completely obsessed with his Quartet, obsessed with the power that he would endow them with.
Cookie was well aware that the rise of the Quartet would be her fall, yet she still wasn’t able to do anything about it. She trained them herself, teaching them the ways of fighting and watching their own styles of killing blossom.
And oh, how she hated them. All four of them. Even five-year-old Natalie. She hated them with a passion that she didn’t know she had.
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“Ah, Cookie!” Music Man’s voice echoed musically about the halls of Stalin’s throne room. “What a pleasure to see you here.”
The fake politeness and calm demeanor of the man. It pissed her off to no end.
Cookie dramatically withdrew her blade. What a thing it was, her katana. Powered up through every known means imaginable, sharp enough to cut through literally anything. The unbreakable unobtanium metal it was made out of hummed.
Music Man sighed before pulling out his boom box made out of the same stuff out of hammerspace.
“I’m not stupid. I know you don’t like me. Let’s just settle our difference right here, right now. How’s that -”
The final words he was going to say were never spoken, for Cookie was dashing across the floor and trying to cut his head off.
Music Man simply ducked. The man was a lot more agile than he looked, that was for sure.
Cookie swung down at him, and Music Man blocked with his music-making device. A blast of sound directly into Cookie’s face sent her stumbling backwards for a moment.
“You’re not used to actually getting hit, huh?” he taunted. “Must be nice.”
Cookie growled and dropped into a fighting position, waiting for her opponent to make the next move.
And move he did, as Music Man sent a triple shot of sound towards her left, her right, and straight on.
With only one direction to go, Cookie jumped straight upwards, ten, fifteen feet in the air. Her body twisted about acrobatically as the soundwaves harmlessly passed under her, slamming into Stalin’s chair behind her and knocking it over.
She landed softly on her feet. Music Man just watched impassively, unimpressed by the highly acrobatic display.
Cookie had always wanted to test out a new attack. Now was a time better than any.
She swung the sword. The very air molecules congealed and solidified before whooshing forward, an invisible projectile.
It struck Music Man on the cheek. A bright, vivid cut appeared there, dripping blood.
The man put a finger up and looked at the red liquid. His face hardened.
Cookie’s arms felt weak. She felt as though she might fall over. The stunt had not been worth it.
Music Man blasted some sound before marching right up and clubbing her over the head with the boom box.
Cookie hit the deck, barely conscious. She couldn’t get up. There was too much pain.
The woman opened her eyes to see an extremely pissed-off looking Music Man staring at her.
Sadistically, he put his boot down on her head. Hard. Things inside were definitely breaking.
She didn’t scream. She wouldn’t give the man the satisfaction.
But it seemed that he’d had enough. He could tell exactly how much pain she was in, and that gave him satisfaction enough.
“Don’t mess with me,” he threatened, before leaving her there, broken.
This just became very sadistic.
Oh yes
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Oromisthegreat wrote:
This just became very sadistic.
Just a little.
Hitthepin, can I ask you a question?
Yes, of course.
Ok so this fight seems biased compared to the quartet versus Stalin. Is there a reason why this was posted today and not any other day? Also what do the characters stand for in your life?
I'm unsure of what you mean by "biased". The fight is meant to represent how the Quartet has become more powerful than Cookie, at least, in this point in time. Past this, Cookie gains in more power in order to get onto their level.
I posted it today because I finished it today. The characters don't stand for anything - they're entirely fictional concepts who have no basis in my real life.
The characters do stand for stuff. I’ve been reading through every single kotl game on that long thread and the characters were just renamed or changed.
I mean biased because just against one member of the quartet, Cookie lost, harshly, without doing anything. They essentially became a martyr to themself.
Well, I don't speak for the characters for others. All that I can say is that these versions of the characters that I am writing about don't stand for anything. I'm not an English major, sir. There's no hidden meaning or motif.
Cookie is not a member of the Quartet. Also, Cookie didn't die, so I don't believe she became a martyr to anything.
I see a hidden meaning but that might be because I have been able to see things that are hidden anyway. Should I share or let it develop?
You're welcome to share whatever you want, sir.
I see the theme of a crossover of Mulan and Narnia here. That mostly says it all.
Woah