The Great Flamingo Uprising

zookeeperproblems:

indirispeaks:

I told this story to a few guildies a while back and decided to archive it in a longer format; so here is the story of The Great Flamingo Uprising of 2010 as told to me by my favorite cousin who was a keeper at the time.

In addition to the aviary/jungle exhibit, our zoo has several species of birds that pretty much have the run of the place.  They started with a small flock of flamingos and some free-range peacocks that I’m almost certain came from my old piano teacher’s farm.  She preferred them to chickens.  At some point in time they also acquired a pair of white swans (Or as I call them, “hellbirds”) and some ornamental asian duckies to decorate the pond next to the picnic area.  Pigeons, crows, assorted ducks and a large number of opportunistic Canada geese moved in on their own. 

Now; the ponds that dot the zoo property (I don’t remember how many there are but the one by the picnic area is the only one with swans) were also full of ginormous koi fish, some of whom by now are at least three feet long.  Sensing an opportunity to cash in on the koi, the zoo put up little vending machines all over the place that dispense handfuls of food pellets.  I swear to god the fish can hear the crank turning, and will show up at the nearest railing, blooping expectantly at whoever happens to be standing there and doing their best to appear starving and desperate. 

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Like this.^  And they weren’t the only ones who learned to associate the sound with the imminent arrival of food.  The Canada geese knew a good deal when they saw one, and had long since ceased to migrate anyway.  They formed roving gangs of thug-geese and staked out their turf around the vending machines, ready to mug anyone with pocket change.  Picture yourself as a small child squaring off with a bird fully prepared to strip search you while standing on your feet and yelling “HWAAAAAKK!!” in your face.  It’s traumatizing to you and deeply hilarious to your parents.

Anyway.

The flamingos had their spot near the zoo entrance and never seemed to mind the presence of the other birds, as they kept themselves to themselves and didn’t really like the taste of fish pellets.  The problem lay in that their shrimp pond was close to a vending machine.  Ordinarily that wouldn’t have been an issue at all, but eventually the goose population grew large enough that one of the gangs decided to annex it.  Being territorial little shits, they would harass the poor flamingos any time they strayed within ten feet of it.  The flamingos tolerated this for years until one day they snapped collectively.  Here’s a summary of the incident in chronological order.

1.) It was a hot day, so everyone in question both human and avian, were cranky by the time the zoo even opened.
2.) A few flamingos (let’s call them The Jets) strayed into the radius of the vending machine and were immediately confronted by the indignant hissing geese (The Sharks)
3.) Possibly due to heat and the simple fact that the geese had been giant douchebags for far too long, the flamingos decided fuck it, this time they were going to FIGHT BACK DAMMIT, and swarmed the geese en mass.
4.) Chaos ensued.  The geese were outnumbered 4 to 1 but had the advantage of being able to scream for back-up. 
5.) Hearing the shrieking Canada geese and the bellowing of the enraged flamingos, the peacocks came to the conclusion that the apocalypse had come upon them and began to gather in the surrounding trees in droves and wail in despair.  Or cheer them on, whichever.
6.) NOISE
7.) Apparently one of the siege tactics employed by the geese is to shit explosively all over the sidewalks. Never in the grass. 
8.) The geese, having secured reinforcements from all over the zoo, went berserk and proceeded to attack EVERYBODY who had come to watch be they human or otherwise.
9.) The flamingos were chasing/being chased by the geese through the crowd accompanied by cheers/wails from the peacocks in the box seats.
10.) Complete pandemonium when the zoo tram became stalled on the tracks by the flamingo pond due to battling birds.  The Jets, sensing these were somehow reinforcements on the side of the Sharks, charged the tram.  Adults were doing the duck and cover.  So were the ducks.  Small children were screaming, adding to the noise.  People were slipping on goose shit and hitting the ground in the fetal position, only to be stampeded by the rampaging flamingos.
11.) The koi continued to bloop hopefully for food.
12.) Two of the geese were cornered by a rival gang of their own and were chased into the swan pond.  Cue slow-motion.
13.) The swans detected an enemy presence in their territory and by god, SOMEBODY was going to PAY. 
14.) The staff were having no luck in breaking up the fight and on the verge of giving up and just building another zoo elsewhere when the hellbirds stormed the battlefield, trumpeting battle-cries, to dispense feathered justice.  The staff promptly dropped their brooms and fled.
15.) The uprising was squashed in less than two minutes.  Number of casualties was unknown, feathers were flying everywhere and there was enough goose shit to build another bird.  One staff member had been knocked to the ground and was left with a melon sized bruise courtesy of one of the hellbirds.  Several children were traumatized, probably for life.  The zoo eventually removed the vending machine by the flamingos. 

The geese went back to being giant douchebags. Because geese.

I guarantee you this is the best thing you’ll read all week.

“MOOOOOOOOM! Dad is being a loser ass pussy and called me naaaaaaames!” Victor stomped into the house and threw her bag on the floor in a huff, “Go kick his ass!”

1000liveslived:

syx-blue:

1000liveslived-aa:

Lyn looked up as her child stormed into the house, one ear turning back in mild annoyance. “If he fuckin’ called ya a name, then its yer problem ta make sure he gets his ass kicked, not mine. Yer old enough ta take care a yer own battles, kiddo.”

Scrunching her face up in stubborn anger, Victor glared at the wall as if she could melt it with the heat of her gaze, “Fuck you mom! I hate you!”

Emma looked down at her daughter, a feeling a vein begin to pulse in her temple.. calm down, Emma, calm down.. just-

Her hand snapped out, smacking her at the back of her head, “Ya fuckin talk ta me like tha’ again, I’m gonna make sure ya have a fuckin’ reason ta hate me,” She hissed, her ears pinned back, squaring her shoulders. 

“NOW. Either fuckin figure a way ta fix what ya did, or I’m gonna fuckin give ya a new hole ta shit out of!!” 

“If we didn’t have a wall there wouldn’t be a hole,” Victor grumbled as she rubbed her head. 

She brought back her foot as if to kick the wall again. Still refusing to look at her mom.

“MOOOOOOOOM! Dad is being a loser ass pussy and called me naaaaaaames!” Victor stomped into the house and threw her bag on the floor in a huff, “Go kick his ass!”

1000liveslived:

syx-blue:

1000liveslived-aa:

Lyn looked up as her child stormed into the house, one ear turning back in mild annoyance. “If he fuckin’ called ya a name, then its yer problem ta make sure he gets his ass kicked, not mine. Yer old enough ta take care a yer own battles, kiddo.”

Victor paused foot in the air and looked straight at her mom, t h e n kicked the wall again hard. Denting it soundly. 

Huffing in a loud over exaggerated manner Victor flopped bonelessly down in a chair, listless. This lasted for all of a few minutes before she started rolling around moaning piteously. 

Marching over to her daughter, Emma grabbed her by the belt, her other hand scrunching her shirt up in her other fist before picking Victor up without hesitation. 

Marching her child over, Lyn promptly dropped her where the child had dented the wall. 

“Now I’m not fuckin’ jokin’. Ya fix what ya ruin in this house, ya hear?”

Scrunching her face up in stubborn anger, Victor glared at the wall as if she could melt it with the heat of her gaze, “Fuck you mom! I hate you!”

“I’m gonna find a way out of here.” //oh shit, waddup

universehoppingprincess:

syx-blue:

Megamind listened from where he was, crammed inside of a hole that was dug by brainbots into the wall. He barely had enough room to breath, but he snorted. He Must be closer then he thought to another cell, “Yeah, good luck with that.”

“Believe me, kid, M’ gonna do it. Dey put a sock on m’ horn, but dey’re stupid t’ think dat’ll stop me.” She didn’t care who she was talking to, she just needed to get this off of her scarred chest.

“Who’re you calling kid?” Megamind muttered to himself, wiggling further along his escape route. He just had to get to the junction where he’d meet up with stage 4 of the escape. He only had five more minutes before they’d realize he wasn’t in his cell anymore.

“Guards are smarter and meaner than they look,” he warned his fellow inmate. They sounded green.

Blue Paint

ever-so-humble:

syx-blue:

Turning in a circle Syx did a head count. Groaning and rubbing his forehead he grumbled, “Yes it seems I will… I’m still missing nine-eight. I knew he was too old to leave the lair, but he was so excited to come out today. And he was doing good until now…” he frowned, the older models were just so much like puppies, “I don’t think he understands that he isn’t home.”

A look of consideration on her face, Megamind waves one of her own Brainbots closer, a newer model able to communicate wirelessly with the rest. “What is his full serial number?” If they were lucky, hers would be able to herd the stray their way.

Syx rattled the long series of numbers and letters off to his counterpart. His attention though was focusing on keeping the bots he had around him to stay put, waving the older ones to stay close to daddy. One kept inching away to play, so he eventually tucked his arms around it, petting its dome.

Syx wasn’t much for seduction. Not that he didn’t understand it, but the first approach felt nearly impossible. So he fell back to what he always did to get another’s attention. He built a thing. In this case a floating bot, dark metal and trailing gossamer ribbons like a decorative tail. It hovered and spun in an odd little dance around the brooding man that had caught Syx’s eye.

never-so-bad:

syx-blue:

never-so-bad:

“And what do we have here?” Zagam’s eyes widened in surprise, first wary, to see a strange artefact floating around him, but relaxed immediatly when noticed it was just trying to call his attention, thing that did succesfully. His gaze soon moved towards the blue man that for one second he thoug might be Mr. Drake. It wasn’t him, of course. The colony was not the same neither the energy. Another blue man?
Zagam flashed him a charming smile leaning forward on his chair, there is the resting area of the exhibition. “Pretty artefact you have here. Is it yours?” He asks with playfully interest.

A deep frown etched into Syx’s face, “Brainwashing is pointless. Defeats the entire purpose. If you are going to have soldiers then they have to be able to think of their feet. Make there own decisions. Otherwise they’re just useless cannon fodder,” he waved a hand dismissively, “You’re thinking too small scale. It’s better to control what they think of you. Shape how they see the world and you can manipulate the decisions they make for themselves. Politicians make a career doing this.”

It was the whole point of having both Mr. Blue and Megamind. Two worlds, two faces. To shape and manipulate how people saw him. To make sure they only ever saw the masks in public. There were cracks forming now. The game shattering. His plans slipping. All he felt he could do was try and desperately hold onto the shards as they slipped away.

“It is not. Demons born with the battle in their blood, You train them to fight and know about tactics. there is no need to brainwahs anything.  and no. in a war one don’t think individually. they work in team , its more effective. and I manage Legions… I never think in small scale, Dear Syx.“ Zagam grinned michief staring deeply to the blue man’s eyes.

-“I think there is still much in the world that you need to see. If someday… Villain, you go Hell. let me know I will give you a tour…..”

“And you still didn’t reply to my question.”

Syx side eyed the demon beside him. What he feared? Rejection. Anger. Mistrust. Hatred. Disgust. Syx hunched his shoulders defensively. Nothing he would tell this strange man about. Never admit weakness. Never show fear if you could help it.

“I don’t fear demons and I don’t care about the banal sheeple of this city. I have no intention to start a war. This city is mine. I intend to keep it intact. The systems that govern and control it are what I hate. You can’t fight them. Not with violence.” 

It would be so much easier in life if people like Metro Man really could just punch out corruption and wickedness, but life didn’t work that way. It wasn’t so simple. Gave him headaches at night to think about it. 

📚

rocking-rockatoo:

syx-blue:

queenrockatoo:

How many of you does one city need?” Rockatoo grouses, slipping into Spanish rather than English for the complaint.

@syx-blue

“What was that?” Megamind called down, “I couldn’t *understand* yoooouuuuu~”

Now I know you aren’t deaf, you can hear me just fine.” Carmen grouses, tapping one foot against the pavement as she crosses her arms over her chest.

With a wicked grin, Megamind switched to Russian, just to be a dick, “Oh forgive me! Communication troubles are such a problem, aren’t they?”