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In a post apocalyptic future, our protagonist Junta Ibim gets into the underground society of writers. A super powered artistic resistance full of other creative and powerful minds. Join him and his crew on his mission to find the mysterious writer OG GA$ MA$K

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OG GA$ MA$K - Chapter 1

Chapter 1: Glazed

Alleyway Behind Mystery Lane 

Bowling

Tartarus City

7:00pm 

July 13th 2109

I woke with the taste of copper in My mouth, and felt the sweat drip from my forehead as i sat up. As the shade of the cool alleyway chilled my sweaty frame, I looked over just in time to see the shadow of a person disappear around the corner. Dazed. I stand up and find my hover board. I throw it in front of me as I run and leap onto it, propelling myself thru the streets. I pull A rollie from my pocket, light it with my finger tip and hit a left. I stop at an old house, the architecture is reminiscent of some ancient earth style I'm unfamiliar with. I just know that the cat I usually feed lives here. I walk up the cobblestone path, my Feet making a sound that reminds me of these animals called horses that I'd only ever seen in pictures and videos my dad showed me. They say they were pretty fast. I reach the porch, and leap onto the balcony that leads into a second story bedroom. The sliding door is cracked just enough for the slim frame of a cat to fit thru. I laugh and slide it open just enough to fit thru and then close it back. Looking around at the old house that was forgotten by the city over taking it, I see my cat friend. She's sitting on a bookshelf looking at me and purring. I approach and then pull cat food and a bowl from behind my back, idk how I do it but I just been able to do that all my life. I fee d her and give her a quick pet before setting the food down in the place where I leave it every time and heading out. 

I get to the store just in time to see some dudes I know leaving, so I dap em and continue into the store. I talk to the store owner about this weeks local happenings then head out. I left the house for a reason, these are just side quests. I hop back on my board and head toward my destination A security deployment In my quadrant. The city Tribunal recently created them to stop crime in the quadrant even though the residents of the quadrant voted against it after some old earth heads said it sounded like some shit called "Police" that didn't ever help with crime on earth. Funny thing is the people voted for a tribunal in the first place. I was one of the people who voted against it. I'm only 16 and even I know that that sounded like a stupid idea. Here we are though. I snap my fingers and a few cans appear in my hand. I set down all but the one I need for now as I set to work. I slash the colors across the wall like a flamethrower to injustice. Painting our disapproval with every cloud of paint that collides with the walls of this oppressive establishment. Spiking the final can as it empties i step back to admire my work as I hear a "Hey you ! stop right there!" I jump on the spot startled by the sudden exclamation, and looks at the source of the noise. I let out an audible chuckle as its several of the quadrant Security Officers. I close my eyes and breathe as the particles in my body turn into a smoke that disperses across the ground around the officers. they panic and start jumpin on the spot as I turn into hot tarmac beneath their feet. I'm in full control of my Kuhlor. 

 

What is a Kuhlor You ask? A Kuhlor is what we call the powers that we all got when OG GA$ MA$K sent us from earth to planet O in the pods. The millions of people who he saved would go on to present with Genetic Mutations and in some cases Supernatural, Super Human, Elemental, Or Psychic Powers. Honestly nobody knows the extent or limitations of what a Kuhlor can be. Scientists have spent the last 10 years since "The Ga$ Ma$k Exodus" trying to determine that and much more. Anyway I'm getting off track, where was I? Oh yeah, these sector security doofuses are for the most part harmless, although I hear some of the higher ups have some crazy powers. I solidify behind one and knock him half way across the lot with a single punch and I push the other one on the ground, turning his bones to candy as I make contact with him. He tries, in Futility to stand and I tell him "dude your bones are pocky, I wouldn't move." I leap onto the building and walk up it vertically while I remove my mask. sliding it to the back of my head. I eat a couple Tart Homestead Adolescents and turn into smoke again, flowing up the side of the building and into the air above. At the peak of my ascension I solidify and free fall onto the next roof, landing in a roll. I leap across to the next building tucking myself into a front flip and landing on my palms to propel myself into a back handspring. I continue this string of acrobatics until I reach my own building, finally leaping and landing with a slide. I scramble into the stairwell from the roof and into my apartment a couple doors from the stairwell. 

Entering my apartment I walk into my kitchen, throw a pot on the stove and boil some water so I can eat some food. I'm making this stuff I got called "Instant Ramen" they say its what they used to eat back on earth because It was cheap but I think its pretty good. I put that on to cook and then walk out into my living room and look at the wall. It has the only sites I know connected to OG GA$ MA$K . An abandoned Test site in the mountain sector, A noodle bar in the frost sector and an ancient ruin in the jungle sector. These are the last places that were known to have any connection to him before his disappearance. It took me years to acquire just this information. The pot starts to bubble over as I hear the sizzle of the water hitting the fire on the burner, and I rush into the kitchen to get my food. I point my finger at the tv, sending an Ir impulse to my television to turn it on. Its one of those old "CRT" tv's from earth. The news cuts on and they're talking about the rise in "gang fights" between "Violent Vandals who have been defacing city property and destroying city infrastructure" their words, not mine. I lay down as I turn the disposable bowl I was eating out of into another rollie and light it up.