Dave302170

((I'm still working up to whispering other people first, but until then feel free to whisper me.))


Thirty years ago the earth was invaded by a giant alien fleet, thousands of species strong, aimed at securing the most delicious food imaginable : Human. The war was over in hours and humanity's place on the food chain was secured.

Dave #302170 is a twenty year old refugee from that occupation. Born and bred to be nothing but a slave and a meal for some alien visitor. He saw his best friend eaten by a giant snake; his sister turned into soup for some gooey alien and his girlfriend lightly roasted and eaten alive by a wolf. With nothing else to live for he decided to escape at all cost. After a run in with an spoiled alien noblewoman determined to turn him into lunch and a close escape from a human eating spider he was able to break into a top secret research laboratory. Fortunately this laboratory was working on technology that would allow a person to cross dimensions (presumably in search of new meals) and he took the opportunity to escape. He believed that no matter where he ended up it must be safer.

Dave #302170 has been well trained to serve. He has a almost pathological shyness about him, he knows that those who speak out of turn are the first to end up on the menu. However only a fool would underestimate him. A lifetime of being one mistake away from being lunch has honed his survival skills and he is a expert at escaping a bad situation. He will, if pushed, kill and eat anything in order to survive.

He has arrived in the park with nothing but the clothes on his back and a desire to avoid being eaten at all costs.

He is in his mid twenties, thin and fairly tall, with just a slightly ragged look about him.


In lieu of not having a huge profile or even a image (and due to being bored) I've started to write up several short scenes of Dave's previous life and hope to one day have enough for a short story of how he ended up at the park.

So here is part one.






It was formally called a Warning Order. Informally it was a summons, a command that only a idiot ignored. For Dave and the rest of Pen #302170 it was simply called the menu. And it was wrong. It had to be.
Dave was huddled up against the side of the pen with his blacket draped across his feet. He was staring at the menu in his hands. No one had spoken in thirty seconds.
"What about me?" Jake asked. Dave blinked and focused on the slightly younger boy.
"What?" He managed to splutter out.
"Am I on there as well?" Dave took a deep breath and scanned the list again, only pausing breifly when his eyes reached his own name.
"Yeah man sorry, you're listed under Lady Evergreen." Richard, the only other person in the Pen gave out a bitter laugh.
"That's not funny." Jake protested by the laughter continued.
"You don't know who she is Jay?" Richard asked.
"Strangely enough I don't like to keep track of potential- " Jame waved one hand uselessly as he tried to find the right work. "Consumers."
"Idiot." Richard snarled and then pulled his own blanket over his head. He could sleep well, thought Dave bitterly, he was going to live another day.
"She's a Lamia." Dave said. Jake looked at him with a confused glare. "A giant snake."
Jakes mouth fell open and his eyes shot wide. He swore viciously. "I knew it. Ever since what happened to Susanna fear of snakes had been on my file." He swore again.
"It could be worse." Dave said. Jake jumped up onto his feet.
"How? How? I've had nightmares of this every night for months since Susanna." He started pacing around the pen. "A snake, why did it have to be a snake."
"Would you two shut up and get some sleep, some of us have to work tomorrow." For a moment after Richard had spoken Dave hated him. It was a vicious and powerless hatred but it soon faded. Richard wasnt going to survive forever and if customers were starting to look over the files for Pen 302170 then it could only be a matter of days before he to was on the menu. Dave looked up at Jake.
"He's right man, we can't do anything about it now. Best get some rest and figure out what we can do tomorrow morning."
"What the hell can we do?"
"I don't know, talk to Casey, she'll know how to get out of this. Or apply for special dispensation, even if you only get the method changed it's better than nothing."
"Right, fine. Speak to Casey, she's gotten out of much worse." Jake stopped pacing. He sighed and swore again before slipping back under his own blanket. To Dave's surprise he soon heard the sound of mild snoring from him. Dave knew he wouldn't be able to sleep. He had less than a day left and had to come up with something quickly. Even if Casey had yet another trick up her sleeve Dave would give it to Jake. He couldn't abandon his freind like that. He read through the menu one last time, his eyes coming to a rest half way down.
Dave - Light Oven Roast and then eaten whole by Countess Lissa.
For the tenth time in two minutes he told himself that it had to be wrong.