Well gang, I'm launching a new weekly to the PR writing. I just got promoted to the technical services department, so I'm back to fixing stuff and dealing with customers...

Already, I have new stories, but instead of doing a running commentary of "n00bs I've encountered"... I'm launching "The Tales of DarkSamurai"...

Although semi-fictional in nature, it's still based heavily in reality. Mostly, I'll be adding a few artistic touches to it... For one thing, I can't carry weapons at work (dammit).

*****note: Where-as the characters in this story ARE real, their names are concealed to protect the ignorant.*****

Anyway... let's go forth to Episode one...

It was a sunny morning in May when the Samurai rode into the parking lot. He sat for a moment, took a steadying breath. It was time for another day.

After visiting his cell for some mints and his shield (also known as a name badge), he strode forth to do battle with the uninformed hordes razing the doors.

CHAPTER ONE: The Ignorant Menace!

The samurai stood, his gaze shifting from department to department. Where was he supposed to be? Had they not recieved his paperwork for his trasnfer to a new battleground, or would it be back to the front line?

He decided the best course of action would be coffee. The way of the Samurai was to take advantage of the moment, so he went forth to the cafe'. He sat in silence and he contemplated the changes around him. Meditating lightly, he began to hear the voices of a the damned filter through the layers of his consciousness... People talking of taking their hard-drive apart to find out why it couldn't find their data...

Ignorance had always been bad, but when it traveled into the realms of stupidity, it was like a car wreck. You just couldn't turn away.

The Samurai left the cafe' and returned to his department. A few hours later, he was transferred to the battlefields of "Technical Services" where he was training to take on the front lines of the ignorant. Most of the difference lied between simply pointing people away from ignorance, and trying to repair the damages of it.

The opposing forces were mighty.

"I built my own system. It worked initially, but it hasn't powered since." Said the boy.
One of the lords of the Technical Services department came forth and said, "We shall do battle with this foul contraption."

REALITY INTRUSION:

I ask the kid if it's beeping at all when he tries to boot. He replies, "No. I don't have speakers."

The other tech clarifies, "No, he meant the internal speaker."

"No, I don't like it. It's annoying."

"It helps to have it in there." The tech mutters.

Tech flips the rig on it's side and we open it up. Immediately, two stand-offs and an unidentified peice of plastic rattle around in the case. We fish those out, and power up. Nothing on screen. We realize the kid used 3 screws to secure in his motherboard... JUST three. We're seeing all kinds of reasons it's not working.

Kid asks, "So, what do you think is wrong?"

"We'll have to test it to make sure. It could be a lot of different things. We found these floating around in there." (tech hands him a small handful of screws, stand-offs, etc).

FANTASY RETURNS:

The Samurai spun away from the machine with disgust, his features carefully calm. The lad was just a boy, but even then, he should have known not to take on such a challenge.

The next battle of interest came later that evening.

"I wish to return this foul demon-spawn, as it's software package disgusts me."

Upon firing up the machine, the devil known as "HP" splashes across the screen... repeatedly.

Although it is explained that this can be turned off, the man refuses to play with his demon box any more. He has seen too much horror, and is crawling home to his E-machine.

The Samurai pities the weakness, but allows for it. Many have fallen to evil advertising schemes.

The howling of tormented souls continues through the night until the gates are closed. The battlefield is then cleared and readied for the next day.

Anything important has to be pulled to safety to avoid those carrion feeders who can strip things to the bone in seconds.

REALITY BREAK:

This is known as "The Cleaning Crew"... where I've heard if it's on the floor, kiss it goodbye.

FANTASY CONTINUES:

Another night falls... the Samurai returns to his proud stallion and rides off into the night. The next week promises to be interesting as he'll be stationed on the front lines permenantly.

STAY TUNED FOR THE NEXT EXCITING ADVENTURE OF DARKSAMURAI!

Excellent! Tuned I shall stay.

hehehe good story

Its a good read, DS

Great as allways, DS!

Man , cant wait !!!

yay, i need more.
i know good writing and this is it

I'm in the edge of my chair! More, more! Sir, I demand satisfaction!

Those 'foul demons' known as 'HP' are quite dangerous. Don't you know?

Excellant job DS. I look foward to reading more.