Post by Kano Hans on Aug 17, 2018 4:14:19 GMT
Do They Have Social Security in Space
[OPEN]
"WHAT DO WE WANT?" the booming voice of an old man would echo through the crowd of other elderly people. The small sea of wheelchairs, walkers, canes and white hair shifting with the tide of emotions among the older human beings. Wrinkles like small waves in this ocean of decrepit flesh bags of bones. The head of this small abode being a large man standing tall over the rest. His massive body looming over everyone else like the head of a gigantic sea monster, roaring its maw.
"PENSION"
the outcry of the masses would announce. The seventy or eighty elders all will small sodas and half-eaten breakfasts.
"WHEN DO WE WANT IT?"
"PENSION"
"Oh my god..." Kano would face palm, as the crowd would begin to look confused. Senility raging among them as they try to figure out what they were even there for anymore. Kano himself, pulling up his megaphone once more, would finally continue on the talk, with or without sane crowd members. They weren't going anywhere, so he may as well make as much as he could. "We have worked hard for this station for years, hundreds for some, and we're the reason these youngin's even exist. We coulda just let 'em die, but we were nice. NOT ANYMORE. We want to see the Overseer so we can discuss pensions and our years working for a non-superannuation society. I had spent years out on that trash barge picking up what others didn't want." he would say, before whispering to himself not that they asked me to, or that it was legal... before continuing with "We worked our share, and now we're a foot note on the Ark. We are not what we once were. We were engineers, captains, pirate fighters, firefighters, crime fighters, other types of fighters that fight things bad and what not. I myself once did the whole damn place a favor and had kids. My grandchildren don't ever visit me and I've done so much for this place. WE WANT A PENSION" he would finish.
With thus, Kano would start a small chant, saying the word pension while older digimon would be here or there, confused. Dully Hans himself wobbled about lost as he bumbled around on his stubbed legs and non-equivalent body proportions. The old man in his coats sitting back into his stolen wheelchair, a massive grin on his face. His shenanigans knew no bounds, and by god he is gonna get his pension.
[OPEN]
"WHAT DO WE WANT?" the booming voice of an old man would echo through the crowd of other elderly people. The small sea of wheelchairs, walkers, canes and white hair shifting with the tide of emotions among the older human beings. Wrinkles like small waves in this ocean of decrepit flesh bags of bones. The head of this small abode being a large man standing tall over the rest. His massive body looming over everyone else like the head of a gigantic sea monster, roaring its maw.
"PENSION"
the outcry of the masses would announce. The seventy or eighty elders all will small sodas and half-eaten breakfasts.
"WHEN DO WE WANT IT?"
"PENSION"
"Oh my god..." Kano would face palm, as the crowd would begin to look confused. Senility raging among them as they try to figure out what they were even there for anymore. Kano himself, pulling up his megaphone once more, would finally continue on the talk, with or without sane crowd members. They weren't going anywhere, so he may as well make as much as he could. "We have worked hard for this station for years, hundreds for some, and we're the reason these youngin's even exist. We coulda just let 'em die, but we were nice. NOT ANYMORE. We want to see the Overseer so we can discuss pensions and our years working for a non-superannuation society. I had spent years out on that trash barge picking up what others didn't want." he would say, before whispering to himself not that they asked me to, or that it was legal... before continuing with "We worked our share, and now we're a foot note on the Ark. We are not what we once were. We were engineers, captains, pirate fighters, firefighters, crime fighters, other types of fighters that fight things bad and what not. I myself once did the whole damn place a favor and had kids. My grandchildren don't ever visit me and I've done so much for this place. WE WANT A PENSION" he would finish.
With thus, Kano would start a small chant, saying the word pension while older digimon would be here or there, confused. Dully Hans himself wobbled about lost as he bumbled around on his stubbed legs and non-equivalent body proportions. The old man in his coats sitting back into his stolen wheelchair, a massive grin on his face. His shenanigans knew no bounds, and by god he is gonna get his pension.
