Oliverse Part 1

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“From the top you slimeless fucks!” Stash Sargent Olive yelled at her company of recently enlisted Juvies. “The end of the month will come by the time you get from Krak Bay back to TTM you damn pukes let’s move it before I die of old age!” Cadence began as they ran towards the mining district of Toxington. “I got slime and I got guns,” She hollered as they marched double-time in formation. “I got slime and I got guns!” They repeated. “Shooting ‘chus is mighty fun.” “Shooting ‘chus is mighty fun!” Olive began to reflect on the series of situations that lead her to lead a squad of so-called StayPures, she wasn’t shit in the Cop Killers but her reputation for capping at 3am, along with her friendship with a couple mid-tier Killers made it so she wasn’t just some regular !enlist’d soldier. Sometimes she wondered which reality would be worse.

“Alright !pissers. As you may have noticed, along with your standard issue weapon you were also given a double-barreled shotgun. This is your !sidearm, while other companies will use standard buckshot or breaching rounds, we have the honour of using a weapon invented by the famous revolutionary Che Guevara,” she motions towards the shells gutted and stuffed with sticks tied to molotov cocktails. “You will load these shells without fucking up and !killing yourselves.Instead you will fire as if it was a standard 40mm grenade launcher at these tied up Juvies that refused to enlist! You will understand how these beauties work with the experience I provide you here and you will fire these at those ‘chus when the time comes. It’s like using quantum legs, y’all, you never forget.” The new !enlistees fired with mixed results at the Juvies that were tied to stakes around 10 meters away, this was the fate of those who refused to serve the war effort. She could hear the war chant of the Rowdy Fucker himself when the plan was announced in the auditorium: ‘War crimes! War crimes! War crimes! War crimes!’ and how it reverberated even through the Killers’ ranks. “Second round! Fire!” Shots were more accurate this time. Half of the Juvie fodder had burned to death by the time the third round was called, wherein every shot hit its mark. By the time training was done most of them decided to, rather than StayPure. This was still a victory in Stash Sgt. Olive’s mind, she wanted to see first hand what !haunting would do those never touched by slime.

The end of the month came. It was time to test the graduates’ mettle. The order came from Brigidank General Farafrog directly to secure Church Street with no regard to casualties. After all, her force could !revive at any time - whereas if the force John Yamada lead died they would garner no such favour from Endless War. Olive’s forces used the bodies of their previous lives as cover as they launched volley after volley after volley of makeshift mortar and rifle fire. Flesh and fur burned and no beam weapon or healing magic could save them from the devastation and sheer loss of morale. The brutality was staggering, sonichus lost their rations in the streets as flesh melted from bone as bone smoldered from the white phosphorus molotovs Olive developed after months of testing. The brutality was lost on nobody as everyone understood what it meant for a slimeless to die in this realm. Yamada died like a dog, the former Juvies cornered him as he begged for his life. No quarter was given; no mercy in the streets of Slime City. The bicarbonate rain was repaid with one of glass, fire and lead.