Operation: Pacifica, Be Your True Mind[1]
by Windigo the Feral (NYAR!)


A minor aside before the story starts again in earnest:

 It is known amongst certain shamanic and magickal societies--not to
  mention the writings of Carl Jung and others in his vein of thought-- that
  what one is, on the surface, is not the sum total of being.  We've all an
  alternate ego--a beast-soul, as it were--according to those thinkers; the
  rational and the feral sides of a being, an odd sort of yin-yang of reason
  and emotion that makes a man...

 Sometimes, according to many of those same folks, the feral half
  can take over.

 And somehow, be it gift or be it marking as one of the Lord Feral's
  own, what Maenads have always known as the Holy Warpspasm is, in a way,
  where the feral half takes over entirely to the point of changing the body
  itself...

...


 To say the least, Windigo was *not* impressed with that the
  M.E.N.S.A.n had memorised the entire contents of Roget's Thesaurus.  Worse,
  it was abusing this knowledge by speaking with the longest possible synonym
  for each and every word in the English language.


 In fact, the state could be described thusly as "a state almost,
  but not entirely, UNLIKE impressed yet oddly and strangely similar to *kill
  the fucker*".


 This became more than apparent in Windigo's general appearance.
  Fangs grew longer, fur densened and lengthened.  Her arms grew longer as did
  her natural claws, Claws[tm] oddly enough keeping up with this as well.  A
  stump of a tail began to form.


 The general impression that the MENSAn would have gotten is if
  Windigo's original form had been crossbred with wolfkind and a fair bit of
  smilodont as well, had said MENSAn not been terrified.


 "NYAR!" Windigo growled and lunged...


 "Erm...my....interesting, erm, transmutations...you quite honestly
  must commensurate yourself to educating our collective how this is
  possible... this violates the First Law of Thermodynamics, I'm sure, and
  many other laws of physics, and I really must depart, travel henceforth, oh
  dear my cloaca is spasming and I do believe I have just become doubly
  incontinent, oh dear*GURK*" the MENSAn stammered, in uncharacteristically
  clear sentences just before he was split stem to stern by a Claw[tm] to the
  gullet.



...


 A moose-mounted figure grinned.


 "GO HENCEFORTH AND TAKE HER HENCEFORTH TO HEL![2]" the figure
  dressed in furs and sitting upon the saddle apparently made of leather and
  gold lame shouted.


 "Do pardon the intrusion into what is a most inspiring speech,
  but...dear Lost Viqueen, methinks it would most indubitably be in a negatory
  interest towards our engagement if, in fact, our party went also with the
  aforementioned Windigo to the nether-realms," the MENSAn complained in
  typical long-winded fashion.


 "No!  N0!  You go and KEEL her!  Bloody lizards..." the Lost
  Viqueen stated, muttering softly something about "dritsekks".

...


 The MENSAns, who (unbeknownst to the Viqueen) knew *exactly* what
  "dritsekk" meant in Norwegian [3] and did not exactly take kindly to the
  term used in regards to them, proceeded to aim their weapons.  (The one
  exception to this was the MENSAn Xerxes the Elisamine, who had the unique
  talent of being able to literally psychoanalyse folks to death.  He'd hold
  "therapy" sessions; the inevitable result being that the "patient" committed
  suicide, usually in a rather messy manner.)


 Windigo, mind, was in no mood to be shot at nor psychoanalised, as
  she was more intent on killing things dead[4].  The literal translation of
  the Japanese term for "I'm going to kill you"--namely, "I'm going to hit you
  till you die"--would have been MOST appropriate.


 Poor Xerxes (hah!), who *did* speak Japanese, would almost have
  appreciated it as well as the extremely rude phrase Windigo growled at him
  had he not had roughly the lower half of his guts ripped out at the time.



...




 The Viqueen, if anything, was nonplussed.  The MENSAns were meant
  to buy time for him, anyways...


 The events which led to the Viqueen's actions have, to be frank,
  yet to be determined; it is unsure whether it was a lust for revenge, sheer
  bullheadedness, or a particularly bad batch of lutefisk [5].  What we do
  know is that he was at the time preparing to fire a largish plasma rifle at
  Windi, after which all hell (or Hel) broke loose...



...


"And this time, NO DISINTEGRATIONS!"  - Darth Vader to bounty hunter
  Boba Fett, _The Empire Strikes Back_


 Windigo didn't notice that and all, but oddly enough she felt a
  presence.


 An oddly familiar presence.


 She turned her head mid-disembowelment and saw something that was
  distinctly...orky?!?  And was that the Holy Albino what just disappeared and
  winked?


 She then got a few images...this one...J-Rock?  He did the ritual
  on him too?


 [Guess it did work then.  Kewl.  Yeah...fuck yeah...this one,
  Slider, yeah, this is gonna be real fun...seems to know what to do in any
  case fer now.]


 Windigo smiled, slashed on.  The two of them, the ork and the
  atshen, they proceeded at that point to open up the can of whoop-ass in
  earnest.  If he were there, Emil Minty and all the dingos [6] would have
  more than  likely been sitting up, taking detailed notes on Ferality 101.


 The pair turned about just in time to see the Lost Viqueen, and
  hear Shard shout "FEAR ME!" as the gun was removed by a rather sharp shot.


 "Heh...looks like the calvary, it came in, yeah?" she laughed to
  herself, then ducked as a Saethrian lunged towards the Chosen.  "Figure be
  giving a hand, I will, then deal with this..."


...


 The situation, according to the spongies, was (to put it mildly)
  *not* stuuupendous.  Not one bit.


 First, they were being drug out by boring dinosaurs and the man in
  the funny clothes who looked kind of like Hagar the Horrible but who smelt
  of herring, and now these monsters were tearing everyone limb from limb.


 One of the Wyrm-minions even spoke mildly, "the Lyrans didn't say
  jack *shit* about this..."


 "Don't say 'shit'.  B'Harne says it's a bad
  word...SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT!  SHITSHITSHITSHIT*GURK*" replied one of his
  underlings, right before both were impaled by Windigo.


 She turned to see something rather amazing...




...


 Windigo knew about orky-folk, sure enough.  There were more than a
  few in the Goblin Horde Division back in the UK, and she knew them as
  honest, tough folk what could give as good as they could get and more...they
  weren't much for fanciness; "wot in zoggin' 'eck is all dat panzee marshal
  artz stuff fer when oi kin just buttim in da 'ead?" being a typical orky
  statement.


 Most orky-boyz were NOT quite tough enough to consume Jello Beasts,
  however.  They'd get inside you, they'd rot yer mind...yet Slider had not
  only beaten it, but ate it as if it were just a mold made of the stuff one
  puts bad fruit cocktail in.


 And between all of them, they had the Viqueen up to question...yes,
  this could be QUITE interesting indeed...


 First, though, she had a job to do.  She looked at the redcap,
  smiled.


 "Slider..."


(tbc)

Obscure Refs:

[1] This is the subtitle (translated) for the Japanese version of the game 
Persona (released as Revelations Series: Persona in the States).  The 
subtitle I found oddly appropriate for the idea of Warpspasm. :)

[2] No, this is *not* a typo. :)  Hel (or Hela) is the goddess of the 
underworld in Nordic myth.  It is also likely where we get our word "hell" 
from. :)

[3] "Dritsekk" means, literally, "shitbag" in Norwegian, and was a common 
cascade among 'footers.  (Translation courtesy of the Canonical Curses List 
on alt.tasteless.)

[4] For those unfamiliar--Raid insecticide had as a slogan "Raid Kills Bugs 
Dead" some years back--hence the inspiration.

[5] I'd figure *all* lutefisk is fundamentally bad--it's year-old cod 
preserved in lye.  Yes, I know grits are technically prepared with lye, but 
nobody I know lets grits set for a year in it... :P

[6] Bit of a pun here--Emil Minty played the Feral Kid in "Road Warrior" 
(for those who did not watch the movie far more times than is healthy, quite 
unlike m'self :)=

-wtf (nyar!)