PD Fun Fiction

2500 AD. Planet: Selene. It’s been approximately 30 years since Marshal Monke’s ascend to power. 30 years… how quickly they have passed. You asked me to write to you how I became a soldier of his, a story so you can tell your children and inspire them to be heroes as well. I still remember it like it was yesterday. I was on the frontlines, fighting for the Rat General. The bombs were landing one by one around me, killing dozens of my comrades. I was in panic. I dropped my gun. I tried to grab it but couldn’t, something was preventing me. Maybe it was my subconsciousness, maybe just my fear, I don't know. A bullet hit me, piercing through my body. My shoulder started bleeding. I fell down and my eyes were beginning to close. The cold, combined with what had just hit me, and the idea of my children and wife never being able to see me again, made me panic. I was fairly certain I would die. As my eyes were closing, I saw him: A monkey approaching me. I passed out and woke up in a bed. ...

 

He woke up from his sleep. Another day in this cursed, disgusting cell. The door opened and the guard pointed his gun at him. -”Move!” -”Ok ok!” He started walking, guards in front of him and behind him. It was a strange, enigmatic base. He climbed some stairs and walked some more. Suddenly, in the distance, He started noticing a big, red chair. A cute, slightly overweight white Persian cat was on it. Someone was stroking it. These however weren’t human hands. They looked almost as if they belonged to a primate. He hadn’t seen him, yet he could feel it, it was him. Suddenly the chair turned around. There he was… -”Agent Croco, allow me to introduce myself… The name’s Monke, Comrade Monke, I am the leader of this fine organization.” -”You call this a fine organization? This is a terrorist organization!” -”Guess we’ll just agree to disagree, then…” Born on September 19 of an unknown year, in an unknown country, Monke participated in the bolshevik revolution and was close friends with Fe...

The Spy Smasher traveled to the USSR with a fake identity. He broke into Comrade Monke’s dacha and took out his gun. He shot at the bed six times. Suddenly, the lights turned on and Monke was standing there, with his Makarov pistol aimed at the Spy Smasher  -Congrats, you just took that pillow’s life!” Monke said. The Spy Smasher aimed his gun at Monke and pressed the trigger. But the gun didn't fire! -”You’ve had your six, Alan Armstrong…” Monke said, and shot at the Spy Smasher, killing him and ending his reign of terror. -"From the motherland, with love!" Monke said. Monke went to bed, sleeping peacefully afterwards.

He walked through the door and sat down in his big, red chair, stroking his white persian cat. He poured himself some vodka, lit a cigar and left the cat down. He was none other than Comrade Monke and he had finally achieved it, he had become the leader of SMERSH. SMERSH was thought by most to have been a thing of the past. However not only was this untrue, but SMERSH was stronger than ever, and amongst the most powerful global criminal organizations and counter-intelligence agencies in the world. Suddenly he heard a pistol being taken out. -”Get up slowly, turn around, and follow us.” Monke did exactly that. He followed them to the helicopter. While following them, he found dead bodies belonging to his minions. He got inside the helicopter and he was taken to a mysterious base. He was welcomed by none other than the legendary Tony Camonte. He was tied up and tortured, in revenge for getting Dr. Sivana killed. Monke used his super strength to break free, he punched Camonte unconscious ...

He smoked a cigar and entered through the front door. He ordered some vodka, and sat at the poker table. He started playing, and was constantly winning. “But his luck will surely run out at some point” the others thought to themselves. But no, he kept winning, and winning. -”I suppose you wouldn’t care to raise, would you?” -”No objections!” -”I have to say, I admire your luck, mister…?” -”Monke. Comrade Monke” He smoked another cigar. Suddenly, he was given a card by the waiter. He read it: “IF YOU WANT TO MEET ME, COME TO THE PARKING LOT IN EXACTLY 20 MINUTES” Monke drank his vodka and left the table. He took his hat, put it on his head, and walked to the parking lot, where he met Jimmy, the American agent that was his ally in the operation. -”Jimmy!” -”Comrade Monke! How nice to see you!” -”So, what do we know about him?” -”He comes here every night. It’s strange he isn’t here yet!” Then, they saw a car approaching, so they hid behind another car. -”I think that’s him!” And Monke w...