Skip to content
OtherSpace MUSH

OtherSpace MUSH

Home of Wes Platt and OtherSpace MUSH

  • JoinTheSaga Links
    • Join the JTS Discord Community
    • Roleplaying Logs
  • Interesting Sites
    • SFWA
    • Brandes Stoddard
    • GameCritics
    • Indie Hangover
    • Tribality
    • RPGfix
  • Log In
  • Toggle search form
  • Vanguard Press Conference – April 20th, 2550 Uncategorized
  • Two war stories, both of D-Day Journalism
  • The New Boom Journalism
  • [SLACK ROLEPLAYING LOG] Unlikely Rescue #amwriting #storytelling #otherspace MUSHes
  • [SLACK ROLEPLAYING LOG] Reawakening #storytelling #roleplaying #otherspace MUSHes
  • Centauri MUSHes
  • Thanks to Walt for inspiring imagination Journalism
  • [OFFICIAL FICTION] Untouched Stars MUSHes

31 Days of OtherSpace No. 2: Coercion

Posted on November 2, 2013November 20, 2013 By Brody No Comments on 31 Days of OtherSpace No. 2: Coercion

Again with the light. This time, though, with the splintered stick in the ear.

That’s a new one today, he thought. He didn’t say it, however. No, he was too busy screaming.

Eventually, the sharp pain ebbed into an aching throb.

“Did you act alone?” The deep-voiced Hekayti interrogator, a close companion these past few days of his misadventure on the colony world of Ashkodt. He hadn’t seen the big fellow’s face yet. The interrogator had carefully kept to the shadows behind him and to the left. They had strapped him to a metal table, which they angled with his head toward the floor and his floppy orange-furred feet toward the ceiling.

They weren’t asking him to confess anymore. He supposed that was progress. They had him. They had the computer that he had used. Apparently, they didn’t consider it possible that he had managed to succeed on his own. But he had. Undeniably, he had broken through the digital fortification around their Emergence program, which established cultural brainwashing and social programming for a generation of young Hekayti colonists. He had breached the walls and rewritten the code so that the new generation would demand to govern their own destiny.

“I do my best work alone,” he rasped.

Sticks in both ears for a while. Eventually, someone shrieked something panicked about his helpers. He wanted that person to shut up. Unfortunately, he realized too late, it was his voice doing the shrieking.

“Now,” the interrogator said, leaning close behind his braced head, “their names.”

Fiction, MUSHes, Online Storytelling, OS Lore, OtherSpace, Short Stories Tags:Creative Writing Exercises, OtherSpace

Post navigation

Previous Post: 31 Days of OtherSpace No. 3: Years
Next Post: 31 Days of OtherSpace No. 1: Seeking Supremacy

Related Posts

  • IC NEWS POST: Thatcher monument unveiling planned MUSHes
  • Adios, Azeroth #warcraft #farewell Jointhesaga.com News
  • OtherSpace Application Critique No. 1 MUSHes
  • 31 Days of OtherSpace No. 20: Terms of Surrender Fiction
  • Witnesses say Vanguard soldier shot Texan over border MUSHes
  • OtherSpace Reboot: Browndell MUSHes

Leave a Reply Cancel reply

You must be logged in to post a comment.

Join the Saga Today

Pick your favorite client software and point it toward jointhesaga.com port 1790.

  • [NOTEWORTHY] Happy Birthday! June 6 #music #acting #storytelling Noteworthy
  • EVENT SCHEDULED: Vector Control MUSHes
  • Classic OtherSpace Log: Choices MUSHes
  • NaNoWriMo 2013: Knee Deep, Installment 2 Fiction
  • [CONSORTIUM WORLDS] Mars MUSHes
  • [OTHERSPACE] Celebrating 19 years of tasty collaboration #amwriting #storytelling #roleplaying Jointhesaga.com News
  • 2014 Olympic Fundraiser! MUSHes
  • Tales from Cypress Knee 1: Anger Management Tales from Cypress Knee

Copyright © 2025 OtherSpace MUSH.

Powered by PressBook News Dark theme