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gnomes2169
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posted September 24, 2012 05:14 AM |
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Make it Out Alive. (IC)
It hung there, sitting, almost pretending to look innocent as it sat on the shattered ruins of the CNN broadcasting station. Anyone who had seen the globe rip apart the anchorman as it opened, slowly bursting him apart from the inside just minutes ago, knew better. The redish glow that came from this rip in the universe tainted everything in a blood stained crimson, as if it had spread its victim's gore across the city and sky. So strong was the light coming from it that even the sewers were dimly lit, and even the sun could not penetrate its unnatural red haze.
So far, only one thing had come out of it. And what else could you call something like that? After it had opened wide enough for a man to walk through and painted the walls of the broadcasting studio red, a man had walked out. He held a sheaf of papers (Strangely, they looked like rather normal paper. Not burned, freshly printed, etc), wore a suit of black with a blue tie had the face of a rather handsome man despite, or maybe even because of his red eyes, and stood at about six and a half feet tall. His first action had been to rip out the throat of the other anchorman (an attractive young woman that went by the name of "Sue"), kick her dead body over and use her chair. After clearing his throat, he made a very simple announcement. "Human beings that inhabit this planet you call 'Earth,' greetings. I am Asteroth, a leader of the true human race. Also congratulations. Of all the demi-humans that have ever been, you have advanced the farthest and given us the most entertainment. I must applaud the Atomic Bomb instance in particular, most spectacular." His voice grated on, deep and strong as the ocean and very clear in its words.
"Unfortunately you stopped having your rather entertaining, petty little wars over 'Land' and 'My God is better than you God,' and you reverted to name calling interrupted by pitiful attempts to spark the great wars of old. You have no idea how boring that is to us. It's time our little game came to its inevitable end. You have no idea how sorry I am." From his looks, this 'Asteroth' couldn't care any less. "This means that you are going to have to die. For those of you who are religious, think of these coming seven years as..." The demon - what else could it be? - seemed to grasp for a word, "Ah, as your Judgement Day. Yes, that." The portal slowly began to grow, engulfing the Anchorman's desk as it spread. "Oh, one more thing. I like cats. If you can bring me a cat, I might just let you live." The red light slowly began to spread over him, drawing Asteroth into it as he smiled and waved... as he slowly began to change into something decidedly more sinister and evil. His voice became more lyrical, as if he was singing a lullaby. "Tah tah. I'll be seeing you soon~"
After those final words, the red mass had grown explosively, destroying the top twenty floors of the CNN skyscraper, scattering the rubble of twisted metal and the flesh of all who had been on those floors up to half a mile from the blast zone. The police have set up a perimeter around this unnatural red hole in the sky and the walled in city seems to be holding its breath for something else to happen. Behind the police line, many civilians have gathered against the express orders of the law keepers to stare at the spectacle, take pictures and make youtube videos being directly uploaded as they are made.
Some fool was selling Holy Water, bibles and crosses, while other religious persons passed out their respective holy tokens and a small group of doom casters pointed to the sky and proclaimed that the proof that they were right was up there. The National Guard was nowhere to be seen.
And what the hell were you people doing while all of this is going on?
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Yeah in the 18th century, two inventions suggested a method of measurement. One won and the other stayed in America.
-Ghost destroying Fred
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Geny
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What if Elvin was female?
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posted September 24, 2012 09:10 PM |
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Veronica was having the time of her life. Kicking the wounded guard in the balls. The truck which transported her along with some other prisoners lay on its side. None of them knew what made the driver go off the road, but they didn't complain. They scrambled out of the vehicle into the empty street... and then they knew. A huge red globe hung in the sky over the remains of the CNN broadcasting building. Alien, intimidating and outright scary even to the cruelest of them, the globe bathed the city in hellish light.
Even before seeing the globe, they all knew exactly that their next step should be getting out of town. Now they came to realize that it can't be a step, it must be a leap that wouldn't shame an Olympic athlete. Not being ones for sentimental goodbyes they all simply turned to different directions and ran for it. Only two remained still. One of them was Veronica. The other, a well built man covered in tattoos who thought it he should start his new-found freedom with a little love. Now he re-evaluated his priorities and devoted himself to pressing his arms to his private parts and sobbing quietly.
Then Veronica ran.
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Vindicator
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posted September 24, 2012 10:11 PM |
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Bilbo turned off the TV, and sat there quietly for a moment. As far as he knew, it wasn't April. And he was pretty sure he was watching CNN, not ONN, so that this was a practical joke was highly unlikely. The writer was also sure he didn't have hallucinations. Therefore, he reasoned, this was actually happening. And so, with a further ado, he fainted, his last thought being, "Why did it have to be cats? I'm allergic to cats."
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gnollking
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posted September 25, 2012 10:40 AM |
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"C'mon, one more beer won't kill you!" is the last thing he remembers from last night. His buddies insisted him to join them in yet another one of their nightly visits to the nearby bar. Ian woke up late, to the unnaturally red brightness of the sun. Or at least that's what he thought it was as he pulled the curtains over his apartment's window. His head was pounding like never before. "I'm not doing that again," he said to himself as he cleaned the puke off the bathroom floor.
After his morning routines he grabbed his favourite deck and a pair of dice with him, and stepped out to the hallway. People screaming, fighting and carrying cats all around certainly wasn't what he expected to see at this time of the day. "Didn't you watch the news!?" was the only answer he got as he kept asking people around what the hell was going on. Apparently, it is exactly, hell.
He then walked down the stairs and stepped into the mass of people in the busy streets.
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meroe
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posted September 25, 2012 01:33 PM |
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Evangeline switched off the TV. "Honestly Mimi, these reality programs just get worse. No-one can act these days, there is no discipline, not like the stage", she coo'd to the fat and bored Pekingese sitting on a lacy pink cushion in her customised and bespoke Doggie Day Bed.
Evangeline hummed 'June Is Bustin' Out All Over', from the musical 'Carousel', swaying her rather large matronly bosom and bumping her ever increasing posterior happily as she began to shimmy over to the window. She theatrically threw back the hideous pink velvet and oyster trimmed drapes. "TA DAHH!! .............. eh?". Evangeline stood motionless for a few moments, taking in the sickly red hue in the sky. The clouds a dark, foreboding and heavy presence. She saw lights flashing before she realized they were burglar alarms. She unlocked her window and opened it (double glazing can be wonderful living in a city, which was why she had it installed), as soon as the window opened, Evangeline was hit physically by the horrendous cacophony that flooded into her apartment. Screams, klaxons, car alarms, inhuman screeching filled the apartment and Evangeline's ears. Mimi, startled by the noise, had started barking, but the effort proved too much and she slowly sank back down into her lacy pink cushion, humiliated and bored once again.
Evangeline slammed the window closed again and hurridly latched it shut. She almost ripped the drapes off the railing in her hurry to close the drapes. Almost tripping over her long black and coffee brown dressing gown (one she had especially made for her by a dessicated and ancient Balkan seamstress many years ago, because she liked how it reminded her of Mae West when she wore it), Evangeline switched on the TV. But this time there was nothing, just static and an irritating whining noise.
Evangline stumbled to the radio. What she heard, turned her rouged face ashen.
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Meroe is definetely out, sweet
as she sounds sometimes, she'd
definetely castrate you with a
rusted razror and forcefeed
your genitals to you in a
blink of an eye - Kipshasz
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NoobX
Undefeatable Hero
Now, this is a paradox...
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posted September 25, 2012 02:45 PM |
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Alexander was in his room doing homework when he heard screaming from the living room. He ran as fast as he could and when he entered, he saw his mom lying on the floor. Alexander quickly grabbed a glass of water and splashed it on his mom. She woke up confused by what just happened.
Alexander looked at the TV and switched the channel. The boy saw the broadcast with the "being" saying that our days are at the end.
"Take the kitchen knife and our cat and run as fast as possible! Save yourself!", Alexander's mum shouted.
Confused and scared, Alexander took the knife and Mr. Paws, the cat, and ran outside only to see that the whole neighborhood running in panic.
"What has just happened?!"
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Ghost said:
Door knob resembles anus tap.
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wog_edn
Promising
The Nothingness
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posted September 25, 2012 04:03 PM |
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Sarah sat at her table trying to write a speech. Her hair were tied in a knot and she wore her glasses far down on the tip of her nose, wearing a way too small top and a short skirt. At the other side of the hotel room her adviser was having a small glass of cognac, his grayish hair thinning.
Dear citizen of the United States of America. I know you fear what has just happened, but we must not be so quick to judge our next door neighbours. If these red-eyed people can open a door straight into our city then we should treat them with respect and demand the same from them, they simply have a different culture from us and should not be discriminated because of this.
She didn't know what more to write, her brain was working hard but she could think of no more intelligent quotes. Sarah really wanted, despite her slight failures in the past, to be taken seriously as a politician. She knew she was born to be the next president of the United States!
"Bob, do you know what more I could write?" she asked her adviser, biting her pen.
"Tell me the last thing you wrote, maybe I will have a brilliant idea." his voice was harsh and deep, probably part because of a life with loads of alcohol and sigars.
"If these red-eyed people can open a door straight into our city then we should treat them with respect and demand the same from them, they simply have a different culture from us and should not be discriminated because of this." she read and shrugged. "Any ideas?"
Bob finished his drink and poured himself a new one. "Well I am glad you brought up discrimination. Racism is a powerful thing to claim these days, just look at Muslims, they use it all the time and no one dare to say anything against them!"
"I know, they are so misunderstood." Sarah exclaimed. "But seriously, the speech!"
"Well, we could always suggest a partnership. We give them Asia and then everything is alright, we don't need them anymore now that our debt to them is so large." Bob said, pointing with his finger violently as to emphatize. "We give them Asia and everything will be alright, we safe the American people and the American economy!"
Sarah got to her feet. "You're a genious, Bob!"
He opened his arms wide as to accept the compliment and she hurried writing it down to make sure she wouldn't forget.
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meroe
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posted September 27, 2012 11:45 PM |
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Evangeline was rushing around her pink and cream lacy boudoir, hurridly craming her most spectacular gowns into her fake Louis Vuitton luggage. "Oh hell where am I going to put the shoes?! The shoes!!", she wailed. So loud where her activities, that even the perpetually bored Mimi, slowly waddled into the bedroom to see what was the fuss.
Evangeline had been sweating and her mascara was now running down her flushed flabby jowls. She huffed and puffed as she strained to lift the swollen luggage cases, that where ominously threatening to explode at any moment.
"Mimi darling, come get into your travelling bag, my sweet. Mummy is going on a journey", Evangeline murmured. Mimi stood where she was and Evangeline had to come and sweep up the fat Pekingese into the 'Pampered Pooch' travelling bag.
Evangeline opened the top drawer of her bedside cabinet and took out the Beretta 3032 Tomcat pistol she had bought a few years back when she moved into the new neighborhood. She placed the gun into her purse and rooted around for the 3 boxes of .32 ACP rounds (remembering this time, that in order for a gun to operate for self defense, bullets were necessary .... and how embarassed she was when she went back to gun shop to complain that the gun didn't fire).
Juggling Mimi's travelling case and one of her fake Louis Vuitton cases, Evangeline took the lift to the basement parking bays.
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Meroe is definetely out, sweet
as she sounds sometimes, she'd
definetely castrate you with a
rusted razror and forcefeed
your genitals to you in a
blink of an eye - Kipshasz
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gnomes2169
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Duke of the Glade
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posted September 28, 2012 04:05 AM |
bonus applied by OmegaDestroyer on 08 Oct 2012. |
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In the crowd
Things are starting to get a bit crazy as fear clings more and more to the hearts of the onlooking spectators. The police line is having troubles keeping the mob back from the CNN building as cat-wielding mob members attempt to push past them for Asteroth's semi-promise of a chance to live. Father along, some one in the middle of the crowd had apparently started a fist fight and now a full-scale brawl had broken out. Trapped behind the press of terrified mob members, there was nothing the police could do to stop the violence. With all the chaos going on, only a single camera and the boy manning it saw all of what happened next.
A small black shape could be seen standing on the edge of the pulsing aura of yellow, most people who had seen jumpers before knew that this would be a semi-human object because of the similarity. It gave a little hop, and calmly, if rapidly, fell to the ground. Thousands of other shapes of varying shapes and sizes could be seen arraying on the edge of the pseudo-sun, but they stayed where they were for now. About ten feet off of the ground the falling being, which was clearly not human as it was covered in obsidian-like plating and had a tail, unfurled two great wings and gave a single flap. Policemen and cat people were buffeted alike by the gust, and though the din of the brawl went on those who noticed the wind turned to face this new Demon.
Many cringed when they looked upon... him? It? There was nothing to signify the gender of the demon as it landed lightly upon the pavement. The black plates of carapace covered every part of its body, making the demon look more like stone than flesh as it walked to the line of police cars without a care in the world. Its face was hidden by the carapace, creating a crude helm upon its brow that hid its mouth and eyes entirely. The Demon did have hair, seemingly made of segmented obsidian spikes that reached down past its shoulders.
The officers facing it all pulled guns on the demon and called out for it to stop. It kept advancing, no matter how many people yelled at it and one officer twitched. The gun shot was barely heard above the brawl, and the guy with the camera didn't hear it at all. The only reason he knew something happened was that the Demon's head jerked to the side and a strand of its hair fell off and shattered on the ground. But the demon did not stop, and it did not turn to the officer that had shot it.
The police backed away, and the Demon mounted two of their cars. Someone with a cat squirmed through and held it out to the obsidian monster, screaming incomprehensibly and babbling about how she wanted to live, how she had brought what was required and blah, blah, blah. It leaned down and plucked the cat from her hands before tearing the animal in half and kicking the lady in the head, caving in her skull with one blow. "I'm not that freak Asteroth." It muttered, tossing the remains of the animal to the side negligently. The police backed up farther and began opening fire. The demon payed them no mind as bullets chipped small pieces of its carapace and cut off another strand of hair.
"Excuse me." The demon hissed, holding out its hands in a mock pleading fashion, "Rioters, please. I have something to say~" Despite all appearances, the demon's voice was musical. And then it yelled. The cry was like a thousand scalpels scraping along chalk board, echoing along the buildings and cracking the windows of the cars upon which it stood. In the camera's tiny recorder, the word "Enough!" was barely recognizable. Any who heard it cringed at the sound, holding their hands to their ears. The closest blacked out while many others fell to their knees as this cry carried out for a full ten seconds before fading away. The demon waited for everyone to look at it before continuing. "Thank you."
"Mankind." It spoke in a lyrical fashion again, "as you most likely know, your time on this world... is at an end. Amusing as you truly are, you have become ever so annoying and we grow so very restless to end this charade. It is time for your pitiful race to give your older brothers what they want." Above him, forms were diving out of the portal and crawling down the CNN tower, their forms misshapen and varying as the monsters of legend. "We are Legion, and we have the distinct honor of taking this city from you. Do not be afraid, death will be quick." A ball of flame smashed into the crowd, incinerating half a dozen people in one shot. But one man had only been partially hit, and he pitifully cried for help as he held the charred stump of his arm up towards a friend. For some reason the feeling that the faceless demon was smiling could be felt. As demons surged forward through the police barrier and fire rained from the sky, Legion amended his statement. "Well, it will be quick for most of you."
To the sound of guns being fired and a woman's scream, all hell broke loose.
((That should be the last of the general announcements for now, I promise that the only text walls from now on will be for the deaths of your characters, not NPCs.  ))
Veronica
((I'll assume you ran away from the killing field))
As you run you see one or two of your other, less fit, convict pals for a second or two before you leave them behind. You hear the echos of the demon's cry and the screams of chaos and death that don't seem to fade as you get farther away from it and the walls of the city loom ahead of you. Hundred foot tall constructs of cement with complex stairwells and walkways lead up to the top, and steel gateways block off the road. It appears that things are unmanned as of now, probably because manning a wall when the things you are trying to keep out are in the heart of the city doesn't work that well. About three miles away, you can see the point in the wall that extends like a crude dam over the river that divides the city into two parts, and besides a few stragglers, bums and people attempting to GTFO, you find yourself alone.
Bilbo
As amusing (and effective) as fainting is, Legion's scream wakes you up very quickly. As attacks begin on the block below you, you can hear explosions a few floors above your room and the fire alarm and sprinkler system goes off, adding to the screams of death, fear and pain coming from the mob. Your objective should now be to get the hell out of your building.
Ian
You are somewhere in the middle of the crowd as Legion makes his announcement and the attack begins. Fortunately, the chaotic attack pattern seams to have left your section relatively untouched, though the melee and combat are coming closer and the crowd around you is running, pushing and shoving randomly in their mad rush to escape death. It would probably be a good idea to do that too, though in the direction that doesn't get you killed. No, I'm not telling you where that is. (Don't worry, it's still early. You shouldn't die just yet...  )
Evangeline
The parking garage is strangely quiet, though everyone's cars are here. It looks like people were thinking that looking at the giant red ball of death would be a better than getting into the vehicle and getting the hell out. Idiots. The only other living souls in there are three teens so high on weed that they don't even notice Legion's cry (you do) or the sounds of the massacre (Which again, you do... much to your chagrin). Maybe getting to the car quickly would be a good idea...?
Alexander
Well, that answered your questions now didn't it? You are fortunate enough to be far away (about ten meters) from the end of the mob when the attack begins, but fire begins to fall down around you and Mr. Paws struggles to get away and run to get into some cover from this brimstone rain. ((You're a smart lad, I think it goes without saying that you should GTFO))
Sarah
You watch in shock as one of your assistants is turned into a smouldering pile of rubble by a chunk of burning brimstone that blew through your wall. He was Bob's second cousin, third time removed or something and you can't really remember his name, only that he annoyingly kept trying to make you use this thing called common sense. One of your writers sits like a dear in the headlights for maybe half a second before dropping everything (including your (Cuban, though you think that's another word for "American" of course. You're part of the GOP, everything is American. ) coffee) and running out of the door.
Everyone else looked at you, wondering what they should do.
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Yeah in the 18th century, two inventions suggested a method of measurement. One won and the other stayed in America.
-Ghost destroying Fred
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meroe
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Basically Smurfette
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posted September 28, 2012 04:24 PM |
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Evangeline peered out from behind the elevator door. The car park was eerily quiet. However, the bright fluorescent lights gave Evangeline some courage and she slowly exited from the elevator after pressing the stop button. Evangeline could see her baby blue 1989 Oldsmobile Cutlass Calais Sedan parked in the Disabled Bay only three cars from the elevator.
Tenatively looking both left and right, Evangeline dragged her load to the trunk of her car. Again, and rather melodramatically, Evangeline furtively checked all around her before popping the trunk and throwing the fake Louis Vuitton case inside. She quietly closed the trunk and opened the passenger door and silently and gently placed Mimi (safely ensconced in her designer travelling bag) on the seat. "Now Mimi darling, be very very quiet while mommy is away", as she slowly closed the passenger door. However, Mimi was already oblivious, asleep and snoring.
Evangeline began to quietly sneak back to the open elevator when a booming voice cried out sending an invisible sound wave through the car park, setting of car alarms as it travelled, almost toppling Evangeline over in shock. She stood panicked, her hands clasped reflexingly across her chest. That voice had sent the most sickly sensation through her. Forgetting her shoes and other luxuries packed upstairs in her apartment, Evangeline turned and bolted for her car.
Packing her large matronly shape into her car she switched on the ignition and threw the gear into reverse. Skidding out of the Disabled Parking Bay, Evangeline was happy she had opted for the automatic transmission as she placed it in D, and floored the gas pedal. The Cutlass lurched forward and for a second Evangeline almost lost control. Speeding around the parked cars, she almost mowed down 'Chad' the drop out teen son of Lydia, the prostitute on Floor 3. There was no truth that Lydia was in fact a prostitute, but as far as Evangeline was concerned any woman of 'that' age, wearing mini skirts and far too much make up, was obviously a street walker. Chad and his two crack head friends looked vacantly as the flustered, mascara lined and flushed face of Evangeline, leaned out of the window and screamed, "Get out the way you sorry ingrate!!!".
The security gate lumbered open, just seconds before Evangeline's Cutlass flew out, briefly becoming airborne and then landing with a mechanical groan and spark, as she sped off down Main. And for the first time Evangeline became truly aware of the disaster unfolding around her.
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Meroe is definetely out, sweet
as she sounds sometimes, she'd
definetely castrate you with a
rusted razror and forcefeed
your genitals to you in a
blink of an eye - Kipshasz
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wog_edn
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posted September 28, 2012 11:29 PM |
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"Oh my God, are you okay?" Sarah rushed over to the pile of human remains as fast as her high heels could carry her. "Bob, call nine one one, your cousin is seriously hurt!"
One of her bodyguards pulled her away from the body, putting a protective arm around her shoulders. "We've got to get you out of here mrs. Palin, it's not safe. We need to find somewhere to hide out or we will have to take you out of the city. They might be after any politican persons to gain an edge."
Palin looked stricken, a lock of hair fell in front of her eyes and she brushed it away. "They will come for me? Please Julio, save me!"
"That is my job, ma'am." the bodyguard answered as he moved her out of the hotelroom and to the left down the corridor. Bob trailed after them, having trouble keeping his toupée on.
"Are you sure this is the best option, Sarah." Bob asked, his face getting read and already catching for his breath. "They might be in the streets looking for exactly someone like us."
"I think the streets will probably be rather crowded by people trying to escape, we can blend into the crowd." Julio answered for the lady.
"Listen to Julio, Bob, he is Spanish American and they usually know what they are doing." Sarah answered.
"I am from Spain, mrs." Julio corrected her, taking her down the emergency stairs.
"That's what I said, Julio, what are you getting at?" Sarah asked, having trouble to keep her footing with her long heels. "Oh these damn shoes, Julio, can you carry me?"
"Why don't you just drop your shoes, ma'am?" Julio answered. "It will be faster."
"They are rather expensive, I wouldn't want to give them up this easily." Sarah answered, clearly upset by the suggestion.
Julio turned around and faced Sarah, grabbing her arms and looking her deep in the eyes. "Your alternative might be death, ma'am. Do as I say and take off your shoes. Bob can carry them."
Bob finally caught up to them. "I can do what now?" he asked, before having the shoes pushed into his hands.
Sarah turned to Julio again, her hair falling out of the knot down to her shoulders and both her hands touched his powerfully built chest. "What now, Julio." she breathed.
"I will get you to safety, ma'am." Julio answered, leading her down the remaining of the stairs.
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Vindicator
Supreme Hero
Right Back Extraordinaire
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posted September 28, 2012 11:44 PM |
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Bilbo groaned and sat up. Screams and yells came from outside; for a split second, he could not remember why. Then, he realized, and hurriedly stood up, starting to pack. His new hiking backpack would come in handy for this trip. The laptop and its charger went into the main compartment, food and drink into the smaller one, and various minor accessories the author crammed into the side pockets. Then, he grabbed a kitchen knife (despite knowing it would do him little good) and quickly walked out of his apartment, heading downstairs for the back entrance.(OOC: he lives on the second floor)
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gnollking
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posted September 29, 2012 12:01 AM |
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((@Vindicator, quite an Unexpected Journey, yes? ))
Ian stood as still as possible as the demon had it's little speech, listening closely, admiring the demon's talent to get the crowd listening to him so easily. The choice of words, the positioning of it's limbs, and especially the truly genuine big smile on it's face, the demon was born to do this. A great performer, Ian thought. The sight of a man in fire, screaming in agonizing pain for help as he ran past him woke Ian from his slumber, and he actually realized what was going on. He saw most of the mob running like headless chickens in various directions, and realized that they'd all be dead in a matter of minutes, if not seconds. Ian quickly looked for the nearest sewer lid, and with the help of another, a bit stronger and bigger man, they managed to open it. Then they both descended down and made sure to close the lid firmly.
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Geny
Responsible
Undefeatable Hero
What if Elvin was female?
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posted September 29, 2012 10:42 AM |
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Veronica took cover behind the corner of a building and looked at the wall. The complex pattern of stairwells worried her. The escapee in her told her that entering a long staircase is a sure way to get surrounded since she would have only two directions - up and down. On the bright side it looked totally vacant.
All those macho guards. Veronica thought to herself, They talk the big talk, thinking they're so strong and mighty, but when the stuff got rough they all fled like the terrified animals they are.
The she heard it. The horrifying scream that ripped the air. Silence followed. Then more screams followed. Not horrifying, but horrified. Veronica looked in the direction of the CNN building and saw brimstone filling up the sky.
And for once I think I should follow those male idiots.
She looked at the wall again with a great sense of distrust, then turned her attention to the dam. Crossing over there would be an unexpected move. Unexpected is good. She examined the dam from afar trying to find a way to climb over it safely and trying to decide for herself if there's any chance of swimming under it.
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DON'T BE A NOOB, JOIN A.D.V.E.N.T.U.R.E.
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meroe
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Basically Smurfette
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posted September 30, 2012 12:19 AM |
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Evangeline hadn't been prepared for the sheer carnage that was Main Street. Bodies littered the sidewalk and road, people and things were running from every direction. The sky was a sickly orangey red, with darkened black powdery clouds that seemed to bear down upon them, raising the temperature high enough for a strange haze to appear.
Her fear made her turn on her 8-track for a distraction and soon the falsetto voice of Frankie Valli began crooning 'Easily' to her inside the Cutlass, her little bubble of security in light of the murder, mayhem and destruction going on around her.
Evangeline swerved and skidded, trying her best to avoid the carcasses that littered the road. Twice someone or something ricocheted over the hood of the Cutlass (the last one leaving a nasty black tar like substance smeared diagonally across as it rolled). She theatrically crossed herself every time she ran over one of the sprawled and supine bodies of the unfortunate (or maybe fortunate) dead.
She turned hard into 2nd Avenue and slammed on the brakes, sending Mimi's travelling bag into the passenger footwell, and Evangeline's jaw dropped.
And for the first time in her life, Evangeline was speechless.
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Meroe is definetely out, sweet
as she sounds sometimes, she'd
definetely castrate you with a
rusted razror and forcefeed
your genitals to you in a
blink of an eye - Kipshasz
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gnomes2169
Honorable
Undefeatable Hero
Duke of the Glade
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posted October 08, 2012 04:14 AM |
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Evangeline
The thing that left black paste on your car flashed by for only half a second, but in your rear-view mirror you can see that it was getting back up before a piece of brimstone slammed into and vaporized its lower body. Despite its massive injuries, it still drags itself towards a small cluster of people that have not been purged yet.
What you find on 2nd street puts that to shame. Demons and fleeing humans are everywhere, and the people that are caught are slowly torn apart at varying speeds. Some demons take their time with it, peeling back each layer of skin one at a time and others simply shove claws, hands, spiked tentacles, etc, through a vital point of their victim's body. At the rate the bodies are piling up, it is a wonder that there is anyone left to be killed at this point. Especially since there are demons that seem to be flying above the street that just threw the brimstone rains you encountered a while back. 2nd street is burning, and chaos reigns supreme.
Speaking of brimstone rains, a fiery bolt happens to be streaking towards the hood of your car right now...
Sarah
It is fortunate that you followed him when you did. As you reach the bottom of the stairwell, a ball of flesh smashes through the wall above you, catching Jim, another of your writers, in a powerful tackle. As your assistant is knocked into and through the handrail, a powerful arm snatches him before the demon stands up and throws the poor man into a wall. The crackle of multiple bones breaking can be heard coming from Jim, and he lands in a limp and rather unnatural position at the bottom of the stairs.
The misshapen, hunch-backed demon charges up the stairs and you hear the sound of screaming coming from the rest of your production crew and handguns being fired as the guards who aren't Julian try to kill this monster.
The only three who made it are you, Bob and Julian. For now, the entryway appears to be clear...
Bilbo
As you are walking, you happen to notice a man that paces outside of the elevator nervously before stepping inside. A muffled scream can be heard and a small spray of red pops out just before the elevator doors close. Good thing you chose the stairs.
You manage to get down the stairwell without difficulty, and despite there being three or four other people running as well the entryway seems to be clear as well. If you keep going down the stairs, like one of your fellows is doing, you will be able to go out of the emergency exist without difficulty.
Ian
In the sewers you are still able to see rather easily, a red haze hangs over everything which, of course, gives the entire place a sinister feeling. Nothing else seems to be down here with you, and none of the carnage has seeped down here... yet. You can still hear the screams, but it is as if you were listening to them from a mile off, muffled and not yours. The tunnel branches off to the left and right. Which way will you go?
Veronica
I would not really recommend swimming, the river is filthy with the accumulation of trash, oil, and some sort of gunk that will turn your skin green if you are in it for too long. Then again, "green" is preferable to "Dead." The dam itself goes about twenty feet under, so I would suggest that you get some scuba gear before trying to go under... but over could work. There is a stairwell that will bring you to the top of this man-made monstrosity rather easily, though beyond the slots added in as modern-day murder holes there does not seem to be anything you could use for hand-holds. Three of your average bums seem to notice this and are already moving up the stairs, while a fourth tries to swim under. After a few minutes, the bubbles stop rising...
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Yeah in the 18th century, two inventions suggested a method of measurement. One won and the other stayed in America.
-Ghost destroying Fred
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Vindicator
Supreme Hero
Right Back Extraordinaire
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posted October 08, 2012 10:20 PM |
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Bilbo calmly follows the man some distance ahead of him to the emergency exit. Some instinct makes him put a hand on the hilt of his knife, but the writer hardly registers this. This experience was unnerving and surreal, and it almost seemed like the emotional part of his brain shut down for a little, for he was simply making movements, hardly aware of what he was doing.
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gnomes2169
Honorable
Undefeatable Hero
Duke of the Glade
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posted October 10, 2012 06:36 PM |
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((Bump))
Bilbo
The man gets through unmolested (Surprisingly) and as you follow him out you can see that this street is actually completely empty. The sounds of chaos continue to rage around you, but this little haven is basically untouched (There is a smouldering piece of brimstone in the road about three meters to your left, but that is the extend of the damage).
Behind you there is the sound of shattering glass as something barges into the front entrance of the hostel. You can't see it and it most likely can't see you, but where there is one more are likely to follow. From where you stand there is an alley directly in front of you, a few cars, open road to your left and right a few street lamps and a fire hydrant.
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Yeah in the 18th century, two inventions suggested a method of measurement. One won and the other stayed in America.
-Ghost destroying Fred
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Geny
Responsible
Undefeatable Hero
What if Elvin was female?
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posted October 12, 2012 10:34 AM |
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Veronica looked at the people climbing the dam. It looked like the shortest way out. And if those smelly excuses for human-kind thought they could do it, so could she. Veronica looked around, making sure no one will go after her and dashed to the dam, intending to climb over the bums if needs be.
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DON'T BE A NOOB, JOIN A.D.V.E.N.T.U.R.E.
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meroe
Supreme Hero
Basically Smurfette
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posted October 12, 2012 06:49 PM |
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Temporarily shocked into a stupor, Evangeline drove down 2nd Street. Everything seemed to be in slow motion. Even in her wildest nightmares, Evangeline had never imagined anything like what assaulted her eyes, ears and senses as now. Monsters of indescribable color and shape were massacring the neighborhood. It was vile, incomprehensible slaughter. People torn asunder, some instantly, some unluckly few suffering inhumanely, their torture long and drawn out, their terror unimaginable. Blood and gore was everywhere. Blood flowed freely into the sidewalk, like blackened syrup as it made its slow journey into the road.
Evangeline watched, her mouth open in shock and disbelief, her car automatically piloting its way past the ensuing carnage. Horrible shapes flew above her, their terrifying shadows casting black shapes over the ground and her car.
Distracted by the flying shapes, it was only then that Evangeline noticed a ball of living flame hurtling towards her. Suddenly snapping out of her shock, Evangeline gave out a hoarse cry and violently snapped the steering wheel hard to her left. The Cutlass responded immediately. Skidding erratically, the back end sliding out, its wheels losing traction on the bloodied road. Evangeline struggled with the steering as the ball of flame glanced the side of the Cutlass. The heat was intense and Evangeline cried out as it stung her eyes and burnt her throat. It was enough to even rouse Mimi, who barked as she lurched unsteadily in her travelling bag.
Evangeline fought with the steering, trying hard to straighten up. At the end of 2nd Street was the bridge that took you out of the city limits, past the refining factory and out into the Californian countryside. Unconsciously, Evangeline had congratulated herself for moving out of San Francisco a year ago, even though she refused to accept she could no longer afford to live there. Now all she needed to do was to get out of town.
The Cutlass clipped a parked and abandoned car, perversely enabling Evangeline to regain control. She floored the gas and with a grim determination sped off towards the bridge, this time without care or attention of the bodies she drove over.
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Meroe is definetely out, sweet
as she sounds sometimes, she'd
definetely castrate you with a
rusted razror and forcefeed
your genitals to you in a
blink of an eye - Kipshasz
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