Author: kiralon

The Hangover

The Hangover

WIP GUYS Didn mean to publish

Journal still forthcoming.



The first thing I noticed was the weird distorted but rhythmic dubstep type noise loud in my ears and it hurt, someone was carrying me and I swear if those beeps and other electronic noises continue I will shoot everything  that makes a noise, and said so forceably.


My voice croaked barely and that made my head hurt more, my tongue felt like a well used carpet and the taste in my mouth wasn’t going away anytime soon, however, a miracle soon happened and somebody put a cooling glass of water into my hand and my mouth went from a radioactive wasteland full of murder elementals to a cooling oasis of woosah. The funny tasting tablet might of had something to do with it. Never had I been this hammered, I guess the beer there is stronger than 1% alcohol full strength beer like we get in the uni bar.

My eyes cracked open and the place is pretty quiet, with a few of the others. We were back at Garyckphons place, and the shorties are gone, BP is talking quietly to gryphick and Geistard. Geist says something about the company and leaves like he had a porpoise and waved goodbye cheerily, then fired up that damn loud aircar of his. He’s so lucky I don’t have a surface to air missile right now.

Then a bell noise started in my head, and then stopped and when Garrickfon got up I realised it was a doorbell, we were getting presents from someone, so of course Garrick came back in with a bomb, not even a small one either and worse, apparently it was made by some alien being who was blasted on some even more alien drinks who decided it would be fun to make a weapon of maths destruction big enough to take out city blocks. Who would do such a thing is a pretty important question, and why is even more fun to contemplate. I looked at it, and from the alien green flickering light to the slick chromed metal, It could have only been made by one person, our deepest darkest nemesis has finally found out our hideouts locatingation and . . . and wtf it was jake. Gryphon, I mean Garric says it outright. Apparently Jake had decided we weren’t having enough fun yet so he thought we needed more.

So he gave us more. . .

More fun in following the trail to Filthy Lucre and his cronies. Somedays it feels like im in a computer game, Garrick and BP then start using their resources to cover up Jakes hand in all this as the nights events slowly unfold in my mind until I get to the point where I smashed that guys face in with a bar stool and then threw him 40ft through a plate glass window onto a car in the carpark, and then I hit that girl so hard in the face that brains oozed out her ears, talking to BP and Garrick about it seems that I had been roofied last night, but boy did they choose the wrong person, I am a private detective, and if im going to go ahead with this life I will have to find who drugged me and tell me who their leader is, and I will destroy them and the city they live in.

Apparently it doesn’t wear off as quick as it could, the rage boiled through me like a lava flow, I took a few deep breaths, but I swear by my parents mine enemies will be brought low by mine own hand.

Oh yeah, the crazy gun guns, they gave us a hand and a lift, and they all certainly looked cool, and I had their number, and my brain was semi functional again (<— standard setting). Carl then showed of a side I hadn’t seen before and dialled the number of the funslingers, and he used Grannies voice eerily well, it was basically a dead drop call, so they will be notified and will come around/call us when they are ready I guess.

Then I got a call from mum, well Pauls mum technically, she had seen the news and wondered if I was safe and asked if I was coming around for tea as normal, as I hadn’t had tea there for about 2 months I had a feeling she was being influenced untowardly, and mentioned that to BP and Gryphon, who then immediately started working on a radio system and computers at the same time. Apparently the cops were at Mums house and were looking for me as a person of interest in an ongoing case. The phone number has been forwarded to an indian helpdesk support number, and BP reports that the police are having issues with tracking my phone, as Indian scammers (giggle snort) are trying to help them with the issues they are having on their pc’s. I guess being a person of interest in a murder case isn’t really in my best interests, because I can’t exactly exonerate myself if I’m in jail. I heard talk of some personal assistant named Melissa but its was mostly in one ear and out the other. Carl’s imitate voice skill was slowly percolating its way through my molasses marinated mind, and then I smiled, hell I probably even giggled a little bit to myself.

Garrick had just had the night of his life and he chose ho’s over bro’s, he didn’t invite even one other along with him … Granny… -shudder-, now with that imagery burnt into my mind I asked carl if he minded leaving a message on Garricks phone saying that he was one of the ladies he was with and to tell him that she didn’t (lol) know how it happened but she was pregnant. I can just imagine Garricks face now.

After that bit of skulduggery was done I just sat and waited quietly while the others went about their business, and sure enough Garrick eventually picks up his phone, frowns a little and contacts his voice message system. His Jaw hit the floor, I have seen animals hit by trucks looking less stunned, he was making noises and his mouth was moving but no real words were coming out. Carl put him out of his misery there, I would have kept it going but Carl went up and started talking to Garrick in a girls voice, and Garrick went red, then puce, then white, then looked relieved and sort nervously laughed and sat back down again. Relief etching lines in his face, and his normal confident voice quaveringly said “That . . . that was a good ones guys, in fact one of the best, I don’t think I have ever been quite so hooked”, Carl laughed and said he only used his technical expertise and that him and I had planned it. Luckily Garrick had a sense of humour about the whole thing and didn’t kick us out of his house.

Garrick then calls out that the Lone Gunmen had arrived. I stood up and rubbed my hands nervously, I had vague memories of trying to headbutt one of these guys out of a car.

I walk to the door and Garrick opens it, letting in 6 Trench coat wearing, Fedora loving gunmen. I felt vaguely insulted, these guys had sort of stolen my superhero look. They all looked as grim as each other and filed in, other then small clothing differences these guys looked a lot alike. The one in the front introduced himself as Bradley and asked if I felt better, I nodded and he gestured towards the table and said “We have been looking for you, and are now even covering for you” and he was staring straight at me, I replied I hadn’t a clue who they were, not to mention why they wanted me, and they said they are of the Lazlo society. Garrick and BP nodded like they knew what the gunmen were talking about so I did too.

Bradley then said “We are here to return your grandfathers Journal”

About a thousand question ran through my mind like bulls in a china shop.

My Grandfather had a journal

These, erm guys somehow had my grandfathers journal

did they know grandad

they certainly had grandads sense of style.

did they know my parents

Did they kill my parents . . .

I frowned at them as I followed that thought and tossed the idea, if they had wanted me dead id be dead.

What is this Lazarus society from whence they come.

But I looked at the Journal eagerly and Bradley handed it over, he then said that because of the nights events they need to do some work themselves to cover up the deaths at the nightclub, and as one they tilt their hats and leave. I look at the others and sit down, and start leafing though the old pages, and I had a great idea, I’d get Garrick to scan it because it was an old fragile thing, and then I could carry it around on my phone and not damage the real thing. Garrick agreed and immediately started work scanning it, telling me that it will be a slow process because of its fragility, and I was like yep I’m fine with that. Ill get to find out more about dad and mum and grandpa.

The Sheridan secrets will be mine.

That’s about when BP calls out that Granny has a multi million dollar price on her head. I haven’t even seen that much money in my life and people are willing to pay it for her capture, and Jake was visited by Alpha Prime. Things were starting (lol, from my point of view anyway) to get out of hand. Who were these strange, grim and i’ll say it – “insane” people up to.

BP then exclaimed, he’s done it. Bradley has managed to throw the police of the trail, apparently he isn’t useless after all. His eyes then unfocused and focused and he said, right its safe to check out your mother.

We drive on over to mum’s for tea


I M nu @ DIS so I wiL try 2 kEp it brief, so I hav decided 2 blog DIS 4 posterities sake so @ lEst SOME1 wiL knO somTIN bout wot iz goin on. mang dey sA skul Lyf iz hard, bt try changing in2 a 6’6 honest 2 god ‘hero’ & c how U fEl. I thawt dat DIS c%d hav Bin a bad idea, especalE since Paul won’t TLK 2 me, bt aftR I helped sAv dat 3:o) my mind hz Bin changed, especalE considering i M bn haunted by a gun, weL mostly cuz I’m bn haunted by a gun. d meeting dat we went 2 fiLD my mind w confusion. We hav dEz obviously heroic types, & dey L%k 2 b d archetype 4 a gud supa hero, bt we wer attacked, & rather thN subduing them, dey killed dem. D E D ded. Do we do that, R we sposd 2. wot duz d law sA bout this, wot do we sA bout DIS. DIS iz wot mAd me hesitate 2 begin with, bt f I’m goin 2 chAng dEz guys, I hav 2 b w dem.


d NXT morn I got n contak w Richard & told him i had thawt Hs offer over, & tho @ 1st I thawt d idea wz crazy, evnts kEp conspiriing almost 2 kEp pushing me in2 d lite. Richard mentioned dat ther wz goin 2 b NothA meeting on friday, 11pm 2 b specific & I agreed 2 b ther az I nEd help, DIS heroing tng iz v nu 2 me.

d wk fairly flew by, & I threw myself in2 my studEz az d only tng kEpn me housed iz my scholarship, & living on d st. doesn’t appeal, & w Paul not talkin 2 me i’d hav n idea wot 2 do o whr 2 go. I maNgD 2 git my forensic medicine h/w n fri. morn & had a much mo relaxing dA thN I othRwIz wud hav had. I spent som tym dat aftRnun getin som things I thawt I mite need, lIk bullets 4 exmpl.


fri. evNg came a lot faster thN I expected. I did a bit of rEsrch on d lcoation we wer meeting at, az runN in2 a trap wasn’t hI on my wknd activity list, bt d only recnt tng i c%d find wz v recent, apparently since l8 morn ther hz Bin a centaur cn wandering rownd d area, whch I found a bit unusual, bt I dressed appriately wen I went om. aftR T & a few hours of flixonnet I caLd a taxi, hu arrived almost immediately & I jumped in, aL redE 2 go. d taxi drivR wz friendly, & d driV wz k. aftR paying d taxi drivR I got out & headed inside almost 11pm on d dot.

whIl I qwitly waited 4 d others I checked d net & found a Qt story bout a ltl 3:o) wantN 2 ride d centaur dat had Bin n d area earlier on n d day, & d centaur tellin her dat it wasn’t likely, & by d tym i had RitN a comment bout it (it wz a v Qt ltl girl, how c%d U sA no) evry1 Ls had turnD up, & Richard came 4ward & thanked evry1 4 comin.  He thN gave a bit of a rundown 4 wot i had missed lst wk & my 2nd thoughts kicked bak n big tym. dey had accidently murdered SOME1 w automatic laser beams, so bout DIS tym i started l%kin rownd nervously, bt DIS plAc wz d dump it seemed 2 b. n automatic lasers reared thR ugLE heads, not dat I knew wot dey lookd lIk bt DIS iz d sort of stuff i nEd 2 Lern. frm wot Richard sed dey had had T @ a certan :X base, & SOME1 came rownd snooping & d automatic defences sliced him in2 kibble b4 U c%d sA “omg he’s Bin sliced 2 kibble”


rght thN Richards fone rang, & he sort of smiled wen he hung ^ & sed dat d meeting wiL hav 2 W8 az ther iz an attack goin dwn on an attempted armoured car heist dat wz n progrS @ d tym relatively nearby, & snt evrEbody d co-ordinates 2 our phones, & DIS str8 awA showed our 1st wEkNs. We immediately went our seperate ways 2 git 2 d mission point. I’m n tactical g9 bt immediately splitting ^ 2 git ther on our own sEmz lIk a LUG way of doin it, bt i didn’t sA NEthing az i’m d noob. d Qt ltl old laD piled in2 her awesomely kewl retro hovercar, & d 1 dat i t%k 2 b a sociopath joined her (I tink dey R related, lIk bro & sister). d <;;;;;;;;; wielding killer guy flew, so did dat er rly hot chk dat i helped wen dat creepy ltl kid tried 2 TLK 2 her. I caLd NothA taxi, hu t%k barely 20 2nds 2 ariV & jumped n. He lookd @ me bt oddly bt I told him 2 git n frnt of d constantly updating co-ordinates & gave him a fitty, & boi did he driV. We zipped dwn side streets & evN went d wrng way ^ a 1 way st. briefly. wen we got ther he wz lIk ‘this iz obviously yor gig, im outta here’ & did a reverse 180 & wz gone. We had cum out frm a side lane dat had a bar dat wz stil open, itz neon lyts adding brite colours 2 d street, whr due d noyz of mA horns beeping & armoured car dat wz roaring ^ d st. towards me I couldn’t mAk out d music dat wz playing, thN I noticed d ArCar had nasty l%kin insectoid robots clinging 2 it & trying 2 cut thR way n. Sparks flew frm d gouges dey wer makin n d vehicle whIl Captain Murderyouwithasword wz flying around, chopping & & w mAn strength breakN apart robots, jst lIk Ms TotallyMarvellous, datz an m a r v e ROF ROF o u s. I hErd d crack crack crack of Gunz’r’us putting bullets in2 dem & d swEt old laD wz offering dem tea, scones & dismemberment & thN ripping out thR steel spines. I didn’t knO wot d sociopath wz doin bt he had an }-) *S* on Hs fAc dat scArd me mo thN d bad guys, hu thR hapnd 2 b 2 of. wot shud we caL them, d Duo of Darknes, nah dat soundD lame, & whIl I contemplated dat d ArCar started makin dat groaning noyz metL makes jst b4 itz rips apart & came 2 a sparking & metL rending halt, w d bugbots mostly falling off. Things nw started l%kin 8^| 4 d old laD az 4 of d bugbots attacked her, Xcpt dat she thN seemed 2 Dcide 2 stop playing & thN started smashing dem ^ 4 real, ripping d leg of one, & smashing d fAc off NothA w sed limb. Captain Dismemberment & d others attempted apprehending d bad guys controlling them, f breakN apart d atomic bonds of thR bn & spreading dem aerosol lIk Thru d @mosFER iz apprehending. I’d swear d }-) profeSR sociopath went ^ 2 whr d bad guy had Bin aerosol’d & started 2 breathe him n. Best bit wz my gun told me itz name, did i mention, my gun hz a nAm & sort of talks, bt wen I sed itz nAm i changeg & got a whol lot stronger, & d scene bcame a whol lt less dangerous fEln. d gun wz warm n my h& & I had loaded it DIS time, so i evN shot @ 1 of d bugbots causing grief, bt I wz peripheral 2 d peripherals & d whol scene had Bin pritE much handLD by d tym i did anything/got ther. Since I wz pOr az hell i gathered d scrap I c%d frm d 13 [:] bits i c%d find aftR i checked dat d drivRs wer ok, whch dey mostly wer. az d ArCar had Bin ripped OpN we also decided 2 hav a qix L%k @ d contents, whch hapnd 2 b a metL strongbox bout 1.5 metres ax w d nAm Korashi Technics RitN on d side. By DIS tym d authorities wer starting 2 git pritE clOs so we split ^ agen & headed bak 2 d meeting point, 2 try & hav d meeting we wer sposd 2 hav had.



wen we git bak d 1st tng i teL Richard iz dat our method of transportation leaves much 2 b desired, & since he wz sponsoring us wud he b abL 2 find a vehicle dat cn transport us aL @ d sAm time, mAbE a bigger version of d hovR vehicle, & mAbE hav som medical & tek goodies on borD 2 hlp us on our way.


Cyberpunk city by ujjal-santra-beyond-human-final-submission

Futuristic University by zaha_hadid_architects_shanghai_china_world_of_architecture

Robot In windows from the movie I Robot

Hover Car by Jomar Machado

Translated Version

I am new at this so I will try to keep it brief, so I have decided to blog this for posterities sake so at least someone will know something about what is going on. Man they say school life is hard, but try changing into a 6’6 honest to god ‘hero’ and see how you feel. I thought that this could have been a bad idea, especially since Paul won’t talk to me, but after I helped save that girl my mind has been changed, especially considering i am being haunted by a gun, Well mostly because I’m being haunted by a gun. The meeting that we went to filled my mind with confusion. We have these obviously heroic types, and they look to be the archetype for a good super hero, but we were attacked, and rather than subduing them, they killed them. D E D dead. Do we do that, are we supposed to. What does the law say about this, what do we say about this. This is what made me hesitate to begin with, but if I’m going to change these guys, I have to be with them.


The next morning I got in contact with Richard and told him i had thought his offer over, and though at first I thought the idea was crazy, events keep conspiriing almost to keep pushing me into the light. Richard mentioned that there was going to be another meeting on friday, 11pm to be specific and I agreed to be there as I need help, this heroing thing is very new to me.

The week fairly flew by, and I threw myself into my studies as the only thing keeping me housed is my scholarship, and living on the street doesn’t appeal, and with Paul not talking to me i’d have no idea what to do or where to go. I managed to get my forensic medicine homework in Friday morning and had a much more relaxing day then I otherwise would have had. I spent some time that afternoon getting some things I thought I might need, like bullets for example.

Friday evening came a lot faster than I expected. I did a bit of research on the lcoation we were meeting at, as running into a trap wasn’t high on my weekend activity list, but the only recent thing i could find was very recent, apparently since late morning there has been a centaur seen wandering around the area, which I found a bit unusual, but I dressed appriately when I went home. After tea and a few hours of flixonnet I called a taxi, who arrived almost immediately and I jumped in, all ready to go. The taxi driver was friendly, and the drive was ok. After paying the taxi driver I got out and headed inside almost 11pm on the dot.

While I quietly waited for the others I checked the net and found a cute story about a little girl wanting to ride the centaur that had been in the area earlier on in the day, and the centaur telling her that it wasn’t likely, and by the time i had written a comment about it (it was a very cute little girl, how could you say no) everyone else had turned up, and Richard came forward and thanked everyone for coming.  He then gave a bit of a rundown for what i had missed last week and my second thoughts kicked back in big time. They had accidently murdered someone with automatic laser beams, so about this time i started looking around nervously, but this place was the dump it seemed to be. No automatic lasers reared their ugly heads, not that I knew what they looked like but this is the sort of stuff i need to learn. From what Richard said they had had tea at a certain secret base, and someone came around snooping and the automatic defences sliced him into kibble before you could say “omg he’s been sliced to kibble”

Right then Richards phone rang, and he sort of smiled when he hung up and said that the meeting will have to wait as there is an attack going down on an attempted armoured car heist that was in progress at the time relatively nearby, and sent everybody the co-ordinates to our phones, and this straight away showed our first weakness. We immediately went our seperate ways to get to the mission point. I’m no tactical genius but immediately splitting up to get there on our own seems like a stupid way of doing it, but i didn’t say anything as i’m the noob. The cute little old lady piled into her awesomely cool retro hovercar, and the one that i took to be a sociopath joined her (I think they are related, like brother and sister). The sword wielding killer guy flew, so did that er really hot chick that i helped when that creepy little kid tried to talk to her. I called another taxi, who took barely 20 seconds to arrive and jumped in. He looked at me but oddly but I told him to get in front of the constantly updating co-ordinates and gave him a fitty, and boy did he drive. We zipped down side streets and even went the wrong way up a one way street briefly. When we got there he was like ‘this is obviously your gig, im outta here’ and did a reverse 180 and was gone. We had come out from a side lane that had a bar that was still open, its neon lights adding bright colours to the street, where due the noise of may horns beeping and armoured car that was roaring up the street towards me I couldn’t make out the music that was playing, Then I noticed the ArCar had nasty looking insectoid robots clinging to it and trying to cut their way in. Sparks flew from the gouges they were making in the vehicle while Captain Murderyouwithasword was flying around, chopping and and with main strength breaking apart robots, just like Ms TotallyMarvellous, Thats an m a r v e l l o u s. I heard the crack crack crack of Gunz’r’us putting bullets into them and the sweet old lady was offering them tea, scones and dismemberment and then ripping out their steel spines. I didn’t know what the sociopath was doing but he had an evil smile on his face that scared me more than the bad guys, who their happened to be 2 of. What should we call them, The Duo of Darknes, nah that sounded lame, and while I contemplated that the ArCar started making that groaning noise metal makes just before its rips apart and came to a sparking and metal rending halt, with the bugbots mostly falling off. Things now started looking grim for the old lady as 4 of the bugbots attacked her, except that she then seemed to decide to stop playing and then started smashing them up for real, ripping the leg of one, and smashing the face off another with said limb. Captain Dismemberment and the others attempted apprehending the bad guys controlling them, if breaking apart the atomic bonds of their being and spreading them aerosol like through the atmosphere is apprehending. I’d swear the evil professor sociopath went up to where the bad guy had been aerosol’d and started to breathe him in. Best bit was my gun told me its name, did i mention, my gun has a name and sort of talks, but when I said its name i changeg and got a whole lot stronger, and the scene became a whole let less dangerous feeling. The gun was warm in my hand and I had loaded it this time, so i even shot at one of the bugbots causing grief, but I was peripheral to the peripherals and the whole scene had been pretty much handled by the time i did anything/got there. Since I was poor as hell i gathered the scrap I could from the 13 robot bits i could find after i checked that the drivers were ok, which they mostly were. As the ArCar had been ripped open we also decided to have a quick look at the contents, which happened to be a metal strongbox about 1.5 metres across with the name Korashi Technics written on the side. By this time the authorities were starting to get pretty close so we split up again and headed back to the meeting point, to try and have the meeting we were supposed to have had.

When we get back the first thing i tell Richard is that our method of transportation leaves much to be desired, and since he was sponsoring us would he be able to find a vehicle that can transport us all at the same time, maybe a bigger version of the hover vehicle, and maybe have some medical and tech goodies on board to help us on our way.