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|GPF Archive: Wednesday, July 30, 2003||[[Trudy is on a bus, next to a young, noisy boy]]
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|GPF Archive: Thursday, July 31, 2003||[[A silhouette of Nick is behind Trudy's right shoulder]] / Trudy: My past is behind me. What's done is done, and cannot be changed. It's time to move on. / [[A silhouette of Future Trudy is behind Trudy's left shoulder]] / Trudy: My future is unwritten. I am not held to a set fate. No one can set my destiny but me. / [[Trudy gets off the bus]] / Trudy: I still have old contacts, old sources to tap. It's time to rebuild, to start over, to recapture my old spark. / [[Trudy looks happy]] / Trudy: Look out world... Trudy's back.|
|GPF Archive: Friday, August 1, 2003||[[Trudy in a cheap motel room, papers strewn about. She sits on a bed in shorts and a tank top, clutching a few pieces of paper.]] / Trudy: (Thoughts) The alien weapons were confiscated by the FBI after New York. C.R.U.D.E. has been scattered. I will need to start everything from scratch. / Trudy: (Thoughts) Still, I have assets hidden across the continent. And most importantly, I have something more valuable than physical goods: information. / [[Pinned to a wall are labels with the following organizations: Hereticorp, SCO, Ubersoft, Herd Thinners, Concordat, Martha Stewart.]] / Trudy: (Thoughts) But who should I take this information to? Blackmail is only effective in the hands of the right audience... / Trudy (Thoughts) Yes... Powerful, yet conveniently close. He'll do nicely....|
|GPF Archive: Saturday, August 2, 2003||[[Trudy is in a bedroom looking through some paper]] / Trudy: Mustn't give too much away too quickly... call anonymously, leave a few tantalizing tips... whet his appetite... / [[Trudy wears a business suit]] / Trudy: Next, we dress for success... but since we're broke, we make sure to leave on the tags, so we can return them... / [[Trudy looks in a briefcase]] / Trudy: Then we prepare our presentation... of course, strategically leave some things behind, so we've got bargaining chips for later... / [[Trudy looks out at a city with a distinctive pyramid-shaped building in the background]] / Trudy: And now it's time to work that old Trudy Trueheart magic...|
|GPF Archive: Sunday, August 3, 2003||[[Trudy walks past some security guards who gorge themselves on doughnuts]] / Trudy: Getting past the guards is never a problem with the right bait... / [[Trudy stands in an elevator]] / Trudy: Penthouse office... How typical of a corporate type. But the elevator ride gives me a few moments to review my strategy... / [[Trudy enters a reception area with the secretary, Miss Reese, sitting at her desk]] / Trudy: The secretary... she seems no-nonsense... getting past her will prove difficult, but not impossible... / [[Miss Reese blocks Trudy's attempt to pass]] / Trudy: She is persistent, but so am I. Just need to raise enough of a ruckus to attract his attention... / [[Mr. Mayers stands in the doorway to his office]] / Trudy: Ah, yes... Mr. Clifford Mayers... we meet at last...|
|GPF Archive: Monday, August 4, 2003||[[Trudy talks to Mr. Mayers]] / Trudy: The UGA, lesser known as the Undisclosed Government Agency. If your "organization" is as connected as it poses, I'm sure you've heard of them... / Mr. Mayers: Ultra-covert wing of the NSA, dealing primarily with international terrorism. Your point? / Trudy: Only that your "Concordat" would do best to avoid them. / Mr. Mayers: That is not a name you should use so freely... / Trudy: And if my "unruly" C.R.U.D.E. is aware of its existence, imagine what the UGA may know... / Trudy: ... especially since several high-level C.R.U.D.E. officers are in their custody... / Mr. Mayers: ... You now have ten minutes before I have you removed.|
|GPF Archive: Tuesday, August 5, 2003||[[Trudy and Mr. Mayers are talking]] / Trudy: A favor? / Mr. Mayers: Yes. A bit of bartering, if you wish. / Mr. Mayers: The Concordat has little use for your information about C.R.U.D.E. Aside from any internal water cooler gossip, we already know they pose no threat to us. / Mr. Mayers: However, I have a counter-proposal. I have an... associate who appears to have had recent run-ins with the UGA, judging from your description. He could use your assistance in avoiding their surveillance. / Trudy: That's something I have ample experience with. And in return...? / Mr. Mayers: I can whisk you away anywhere you wish... within the limits of my expense account...|
|GPF Archive: Wednesday, August 6, 2003||[[PC is in his fortress, video conferencing with Mr. Mayer's office]] / Mr. Mayer: Ah, PC. I see you've redecorated... / PC: Your humor is lacking as always, Mayers... / PC: It has been months since your last contact. / Mr. Mayers: Yes, I've been... busy. Business to run, schemes to plan... / PC: I am through wasting cycles. You told me you would identify the covert organization responsible for nearly defeating me at Siliconopolis... / Mr. Mayers: Oh, I haven't forgotten... / [[Mr. Mayers pulls Trudy into the camera's view]] / Mr. Mayers: In fact, that's the very reason we called to chat...|
|GPF Archive: Thursday, August 7, 2003||[[PC is in his fortress, video conferencing with Mr. Mayers' office]] / Mr. Mayers: All humor aside, Ms. Trueheart has detailed knowledge of your pursuers and is willing to help you avert their gaze. / PC: I see. / PC: And just what am I expected to do in return? / Mr. Mayers: Nothing. I will handle her compensation myself. I'm merely here to help you. / PC: Perhaps it would be best to accept your offer. I have been unable to do anything without these "observers" watching my every move. They are moving from nuisance to hindrance... / [[A diver with a camera looks in a window by Ascii]] / Ascii: BO$Z!!1 7|-|3RE'Z @N07H3R 0N TH3 |-|UL|_XX0R!!1! / PC: Sigh... Electrify the hull plating again, Ascii...|
|GPF Archive: Friday, August 8, 2003||[[Trudy and Mr. Mayers are by Mr. Mayers' car]] / Mr. Mayers: Something wrong, Miss Trueheart? / Trudy: Don't forget... PC isn't the only one seeking to avoid the UGA... / Mr. Mayers: Ah, I see. / [[Trudy and Mr. Mayers enter the car]] / Mr. Mayers: Not to worry. I have many alternative routes we can take, and plenty of loyal employees who will look the other way... / Trudy: Don't be so trusting of your staff. / Mr. Mayers: Sounds like a voice of experience... / Trudy: Who do you think was the betraying employee?|
|GPF Archive: Saturday, August 9, 2003||[[Trudy and Mr. Mayers are walking along a beach]] / Trudy: This PC certainly isn't in any sort of a rush, is he? / Mr. Mayers: He does have a considerable distance to travel... / Trudy: So... I assume a man of your power commands great respect within the Concordat, Mayers. / Mr. Mayers: I told you not to use that name in the open, Miss Trueheart... / Trudy: Trudy. Come now, Clifford. I'm sure that two minds of our caliber are above such things. Perhaps we should consolidate our resources, join as one in diabolical mind, fiendish spirit, and vigorous body... / Mr. Mayers: Trying to seduce me, Ms. Trueheart? Please. Did you not see my assistant, Ms. Reese? / Trudy: I did. Surely my chains chafe more than her whips...|
|GPF Archive: Sunday, August 10, 2003||[[PC and Ascii are on the beach with Trudy and Mr. Mayers, in front of a submersible with an adding machine at its entrance]] / PC: Tor the Calculate! Guard the submersible! / Tor: 2 + 2 = 4! / Mr. Mayers: PC, I have arranged a temporary location near Oceatlantic City for you and Ms. Trueheart to discuss your common adversary. / PC: Acceptable. / [[Ascii leans over Trudy]] / Mr. Mayers: I can provide you both with whatever you require... most importantly, a quiet location to brainstorm. / PC: And broadband internet access. / Mr. Mayers: Of course. / [[Trudy points at Ascii]] / Trudy: PC! What is this... thing? / PC: That is Ascii, my bodyguard and commander of my doombot legions. / Ascii: |-|1!!!1! / PC: He is insignificant. Ignore him. / Trudy: (thinking) Doombots? Hmmm... / Ascii: K@N 3YE SE3 Y0UR b00B13Z???|
|GPF Archive: Monday, August 11, 2003||[[Trudy, Mr. Mayers, and PC are in a cottage]]
/ Mr. Mayers: This small cottage is out of the way, yet within easy reach of Oceatlantic City. It will give you both time to lay low and discuss tactics. / [[Mr. Mayers gives Trudy a phone]]
/ Mr. Mayers: This cell phone will directly dial my assistant, Ms. Reese. I have other pressing matters to attend to, but I will check on your progress. / [[Mr. Mayers leaves the cottage]]
|GPF Archive: Tuesday, August 12, 2003||[[Ascii is in a casino and sees a man dressed as an ancient warrior]] / Ascii: L337!!! T|-|1S R0XX0R!!! / [[Ascii walks past some people at slot machines]] / [[Ascii passes a vacant slot machine labelled "Lady Luck" and stops]] / [[Ascii walks to Lady Luck]] / Ascii: |-|3Y B@bY.. 3YE G07 T|-|3 M0NEY, HON3Y, 1F Y0U G0T 7|-|3 71ME... / Lady Luck: Ding! Ding! Ding!|
|GPF Archive: Wednesday, August 13, 2003||[[PC and Trudy are brainstorming in the cottage]] / PC: I could pose as billionaire oil tycoon Pecos Clyde, from the state of Texas... / Trudy: And what? Wear a ten-gallon hat? Who would believe that? / Trudy: We'll have to alter any identifying marks... fingerprints, birth marks... / PC: Perhaps I should scratch off my serial number. It is good Microsoft has not released Palladium yet... / PC: Perhaps I should simply say I am from France. I can use Babelfish to translate my communications. However, that would require me to remain near a wifi hotspot... / Trudy: Or perhaps we should format your hard drive and install Microsoft Bob... / PC: This does not call for that drastic of measures...|
|GPF Archive: Thursday, August 14, 2003||[[Trudy and PC are brainstorming in the cottage]]
/ Trudy: It's not uncommon for foreigners to seek entry to the US by marrying a citizen. It may prove slightly more difficult after 9-11, but it could possibly work... / Trudy: The problem is finding a woman willing to pose as your bride...
/ PC: You appear to fit the biological gender requirements... / Trudy: What?! I can't marry you! I'm a fugitive myself! It's too risky! Besides where would we find somewhere to get married quickly around here?
|GPF Archive: Friday, August 15, 2003||[[Ascii, PC, and Trudy are outside the Love Me Tender Wedding Chapel]] / Ascii: |-|3RE'Z WH3R3 W3 G07 H1CT|-|3D B0$Z!!! / [[They enter the chapel, a picture of Elvis hangs on the wall]] / Trudy: This place is downright disturbing... but should be adequate... / PC: I fail to understand the significance of this wall avatar... / Trudy: Ugh. I suppose it couldn't get much worse... / PC: (thinking) Odd... That phrase seems to score highly in my humor database... / [[Trudy and PC encounter an Elvis impersonator who points at them]] / Elvis: You two ready fer a hunka hunka burnin' love? / PC: (thinking) Ah, famous last words plus several cliches.|
|GPF Archive: Saturday, August 16, 2003||[[Trudy is in a changing room, holding a black dress]] / Trudy: (thinking) This entire situation is getting out of hand. I'll have to remember to get back at Mayers for all this eventually... / [[Trudy gets changed]] / Trudy: (thinking) Still, access to the Concordat will be worth the price of admission. It will reinstate me to a place of power and give me opening for revenge upon the UGA and C.R.U.D.E. / Trudy: (thinking) Once this is all over, I'll have to ditch that walking Commodore 64 and his dim-witted tin can... but not before I find a way to access these legions of doombots... / [[PC and Ascii are dressed up and waiting]] / PC: Ascii! I know you are nervous about being the best man, but put the submersible remote away this instant!|
|GPF Archive: Sunday, August 17, 2003||[[PC and an Elvis impersonator are waiting in the front of the wedding chapel]] / [[Trudy is at the other end of the chapel, in front of Lady Luck and beside Ascii]] / Trudy: That's your cue, you bucket of bolts! What's your problem? / Ascii: 3YE'M N3RV0UZ!! N3VER BE3N BEZ7 M@N B3F0RE!!! / Trudy: Careful with that! What's that you're holding anyway? / Ascii: O|-|!!! B0$Z'$ $UB R3M0TE!! B0$$ K@N'7 G3T BAC|< 70 PCDR0M3 W1T|-|OU7 1T!!! / Trudy: Then you shouldn't play with it like that. You might break it / Trudy: Here... let me hold it. We wouldn't want it to get damaged, right? / Ascii: 3YE'M N07 $TUP1D!! WH@T K1N|) 0F F0O|_ D0 Y0U T@KE M3 F0R??!? / [[Trudy lifts her skirts to expose her garter]] / Ascii: PU7 1T UND3R G@RT3R $0 Y0U DON'7 L0Z3 1T!!! / Trudy: Oh, silly me! What was I thinking?|
|GPF Archive: Monday, August 18, 2003||[[PC and Trudy are at the front of the chapel, facing an Elvis impersonator.]] / Elvis: Uh thank ya, uh thank ya, uh thank y'all very much fer comin' ta thisahere shindig, where we join this here lil' sistah to this here... uh... / PC: I am a megalomanical sentient AI bent on world domination, but you may designate me as "PC" if you prefer. / Elvis: Whatever. / Elvis: Ah'm itchin' like a man on a fuzzy tree, 'cause we gonna join y'all in tha bonds o' holy matrimony, that we are. Please let me be your teddy bear, an' y'all repeat aftah me... / [[Ascii and Lady Luck are behind PC and Trudy]] / Lady Luck: Ding! Ding! Ding! / Trudy: What's wrong with that? / Ascii: $|-|3 @LWAYZ CR1EZ @T W3DD1NG$!!!|
|GPF Archive: Tuesday, August 19, 2003||[[UGA troops have entered the chapel behind PC and Trudy]] / Trudy: Blast! The UGA found us! / PC: These flesh bags are the UGA? Somehow I expected something more intimidating... / Trudy: Intimidating or not, they have us surrounded! / Agent #18: Well, well. When we tracked Emperor PC's sub to the coast, the last thing we expected was to catch up with the infamous Stratego. / [[The Reverend Elvis is hiding]] / Agent #18: Although this speaks volumes about her fetishes... / Elvis: Y'all don't be cruel to tha rev'rend, now...|
|GPF Archive: Wednesday, August 20, 2003||[[UGA agents look through clouds of gas]]
/ Agent #18: (cough) Spread out! Cover all (hack) exits!
|GPF Archive: Thursday, August 21, 2003||[[Trudy rides away from the wedding chapel on a motorcycle]]
/ Trudy: (thinking) Heh heh... for all the aggravation, I couldn't have planned this better! / Trudy: (thinking) The UGA will fall upon PC, and while they battle, I'll steal the machine's sub and acquire and entire army of robotic minions! / [[Ascii looks sorrowfully upon Lady Luck while UGA agents talk in the background]]
/ Another UGA agent: All exits covered, sir!
/ Agent #18: I want Trueheart and PC neutralized now! / [[Ascii's eyes glow red]]
|GPF Archive: Friday, August 22, 2003||[[Ascii fights UGA agents in the gas-filled chapel]] / Ascii: D3LE73!!! / Ascii: F0RM@T!!! / [[Agent #18 levels his gun at Ascii]] / Ascii: DEFR@GM3N7!!!|
|GPF Archive: Saturday, August 23, 2003||[[Trudy rides a motorcycle by a beach]] / Trudy: (thinking) This looks like the place... / [[Trudy raises the sub with the remote]] / Trudy: (thinking) Perfect! / [[Trudy walks towards the sub]] / Trudy: (thinking) Now if I can get underway quickly, the UGA won't have a chance of following... / [[Trudy enters the sub and is faced by a gun-toting Tor the Calculate]] / Trudy: You have got to be kidding... / Tor: 2 + 2 = 4!|
|GPF Archive: Sunday, August 24, 2003||[[Ascii and PC are on a helicopter, flying away from the chapel]] / PC: I suppose I should express my gratitude to you... / [[Mr. Mayers turns to face PC]] / PC: Mayers? This is unexpected. / Mr. Mayers: As always, I'm here to help you in your time of need, PC. / PC: You have successfully facilitated my escape, but what about Trudy? / Mr. Mayers: Oh, she has served her purpose... / [[The UGA agents are outside, and see the helicopter]] / Agent #18: Blast! Call in air support! Tail that chopper! / Another UGA agent: We're not authorized for air support, sir! / Agent #18: Grrr... then we've lost PC. Our priority is Trueheart. Where is she? / [[Trudy's silhouette is seen in the sub]] / Another UGA agent: Just got word in, sir. She's been spotted off the coast...|
|GPF Archive: Monday, August 25, 2003||[[A torpedo hits Trudy's submersible, while a second misses]]
|GPF Archive: Tuesday, August 26, 2003||[[The UGA sub launches two torpedoes]] / [[Trudy sees the torpedoes heading towards her sub]]
/ Trudy: (thinking) Got to... maneuver... not gonna make it... / [[One torpedo misses, the other hits and breaks off a fin]]
|GPF Archive: Wednesday, August 27, 2003||[[Trudy washes up the the shore]] / Trudy: (thinking) Intolerable... impossible... inconceivable! How did they know about that sub? / Trudy: (thinking) No underwater base... no doombots... this can't be happening! I will not lose ground again! I've come too far to suffer this many setbacks! / Trudy: (thinking) My only hope is that the UGA has latched onto PC and lost my trail... or that PC has lost them and I can hook up with him. Option one loses the least face... / [[Trudy sees a helicopter with PC in it]] / Trudy: (thinking) But option two looks like my only choice...|
|GPF Archive: Thursday, August 28, 2003||[[Trudy is outside the helicopter that contains PC and Mr. Mayers]] / Trudy: Just shut up and let me on board before the UGA shows up... / Mr. Mayers: Ah, yes... about that... / Mr. Mayers: On behalf of PC and myself, I'd like to thank you for fulfilling your obligation of redirecting the UGA... / Trudy: Y-you're leaving me... to distract them... / Mr. Mayers: While the UGA pursues you, I will be able to spirit PC away where they cannot find him. Unfortunately, that means we won't be able to complete our transaction, I'm afraid. / [[The helicopter lifts off]] / Mr. Mayers: I hope you don't mind... / Trudy: Of course I mind, you son of a --|
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