Waring Sisters-Act 1

[RancidInsanity]

Waring Sisters-Act 1

It was the mid 80s. Arcade games like, Pac-man, Galaga, Balloon Fighter, and many others were exploding into people’s lives all over the world. In the town of Arcadia, Ohio the arcade was a very popular place. At the local high school there were two rival gangs of nerds. One, called, The Omegas, lead by Timmy Kendriz. While the other, The Solars, was lead by Colen Micheals. Both gangs competed with one another at the arcades, it was considered their battleground. One day after a crushing defeat at Pac-man by Timmy Kendriz, Colen Micheals sat reading a “Green Lamp post” comic. He sighed as he turned the page. There he saw the advertisement that would change his life.

The advertisement was very hard to read and, surprisingly because Colen had just bought the comic yesterday. It was almost like a watermark or like it wasn’t supposed to be in the comic. Colen managed to make out the words, “Get your very own programmable humanoid robot today! Just send $3.00 to this address 66619, Parody St., New Zealand. Colen thought to himself “Why not?”

After a few weeks of battling Timmy Kendriz and The Omegas at the arcade, Colen had nearly forgotten about his order when, his mother called him down from his room. “Colen, there’s a man at the door who wants to see you!” Colen came down the stairs and met the man at the door. Colen was shocked by the man’s appearance. He was dressed in long and torn cloth with strange pendants around his neck. Outside he saw what must be the man’s ride, a gypsy like caravan with two yaks tied to the reigns. The man spoke in a deep raspy voice, “You ordered one of our robots?” Colen could hardly speak, “Y-Yes I did” managed to blurt out. “Well, here she is.” The man said indifferently. Colen saw a long brown paper sack wrapped with rope on each end. It was taller than he was. The man started to walk away and prepare his yaks for movement again when Colen said, “Wait, what do I do?” the man just smiled and said, “What ever you want.” And yelled “mush” and the yaks went thundering out of Colen’s sight.

Colen’s mom hadn’t been present for the conversation between the man and her son so she didn’t know what the huge brown bag was. So she asked, “what’s the bag for Colen?” “O-oh it’s for….a…it’s for school!” he said. Colen had a very hard time hauling the bag up the stairs he thought it felt like he was almost hauling another person. He got up to his room, locked the door, and unwrapped the bag. There standing perfectly still, and emotionless, was his robot. Colen jumped back at first for it looked exactly like a young woman. Maybe early 20’s fair skin, brunette and athletically built. Colen noticed her eyes were closed, so he gently lifted one up she appeared to have strange dark yellow eyes. Colen measured her. She was 5 feet and 7 inches tall. She was wearing a plain short-sleeve T-shirt that said Parody St. Creations on it and slightly worn blue jeans. Colen knew he had stumbled upon something huge.

[tectile]

Ok, we have yak drawn wagons delivering fembots wraped in brown paper in early 80s Ohio. You have my attention
Please continue.

[Pleasureunit]

I too dig the yaks, although I think the Wooly Mammoth clones desired by modern-day French and Chinese scientists would have been tres' cooler for Ohi-er (read: "Mammoth" by Richard Stone, 2001)

Can't wait to read more!