Written by Ramz 12-01-2002 08:35 PM
it’s been a week now since I was transported on this planet with little of anything but my wits. Those damn bastards left me here thinking this world would kill me, thinking that I would have never felt the amount of pain and sorrow that they have. that none of my worlds could have succumb to suck a fate. They were wrong of course. In my time, The Protoss and Human joined forces with no secrets among one another. Earths forces stood together; there was no bickering, no bad blood between the two races. We even create a new breed of Ghost units with the help of Protoss DNA; people like me were created to help in the fight against the Zerg overmind. But it was all futile. My time, my universe was devoured by the Zerg. This planet that runs infested with Zerg is nothing compared to the things I've been threw. I slept inside a Zerg nest for days without food or water, awaiting my teammates to come and pick me up. They always came, unlike in this twisted backward place, where people leave there own kind behind to die. There running things here as if personal gain mattered. I guess this universe has yet to feel the true overwhelming power of the swarm. When it does, I hope they all burn in hell for their stupidity.
Ill have my revenge on them. 2 more weeks here and my dimensional traveling belt will be powered up again, ready to take me out of this place.
In the mean time, I might as well Hunt as many Zerg I can. Time flies when you’re having fun, so they say...
Written by The Watcher 12-07-2002 01:42 PM
Looking into his window from a room in the building next door, the team that was watching him waited to see if he would succumb to the gas, ready to take him into custody once his ability to resist was neutralized.
Written by FBH 12-08-2002 03:12 AM
He then fell over rather convincingly. with his face and respirator away from the window and out of sight of any watchers. he then waited further developments.
Written by The Watcher 12-09-2002 04:06 PM
Meanwhile, the surveillance team monitored the situation, ready to retrieve FBH once he was neutralized and take him to a secure facility for information retrieval. They were also prepared to track and intercept FBH should he still be conscious and attempt to flee from the area.
Written by FBH 12-10-2002 11:29 AM
course he didn't want them to know that. so he activated one of the limited psionics his mystic abilitys gave, and entered a trance droping his vital signs to stuned levels.
come on you b*st*rds come and get me....
Written by The Watcher 12-10-2002 12:45 PM
Written by FBH 12-11-2002 09:12 AM
lets see how far the rabbit hole goes....
Written by The Watcher
They flew for quite a while. At least an hour, FBH estimated, though he couldn't look at his watch to be sure. Finally, he felt the sensation of descent as the van landed. He then was picked up and led in a winding course and then deposited on a firm surface. His restraint and hood were removed and FBH peeked surreptitiously to find himself in a ultra tech cell with an opaque force field at the entrance. He also sensed that a mana suppression field was active, depriving him from any magic he might employ.
"Suddenly, a voice was heard in the room.
"Welcome to our holding facility. Oh don't try to feign unconsciousness. We're monitoring your every vital sign. You have quite a record. Multiple counts of murder, destruction of property, and numerous other charges. You could be put away for a very long time.
"Or you could cooperate. Cooperation with our inquiries would be consideration on whether leniency would be granted in your case. Open, honest cooperation that is. We have ways to telling whether you are trying to lie or mislead us. Such attempts would not look good on your record.
"So, first question, who are you working for? "
Outside the cell a telepath looked through the forcefield, which was transparent from his side, into the cell, in order to read FBH's surface thoughts. Meanwhile, elsewhere, instruments monitored his vital signs and voice stress levels, while a technician watched the readings to detect any lies the subject might say.
Written by FBH 12-20-2002 05:19 AM
FBH: "Well now. There's and interesting question. "
he pauses and walks to the force shield.
FBH: " I work this guy he never told me his name. "
Integrator: "describe him please."
FBH: "well he was fat, and had a white beard, and always wore red"
none of the instruments even flick[1]
Integrator: (slightly weirded out but trusting the instruments): continue.
FBH:" well he has this fortress at the north pole of the world he rules. I thinks he's got super powers to, he moves really fast, can go round the world in about a second. and for some reason he had a lot of rain dear."
Integrator:" how are you able to fool our instruments?"
FBH puts one hand on his back and appears to scratch before replying
FBH:" oh that's easy, bioware allows almost complete control of my own body functions. I just keep them at no stress. "
(every sensor in the control room starts screaming FBH has a weapon.)
FBH: "sorry but I have things to do."
there is a thump a bright flash of plasma the force shield blows out in a spray of sparks.
FBH steps throughout the broke cell front filter plugs already clipped in as the auto security begins to release sleep gas. He checks that the telepath is affected by the gas then pulls a hold out blaster from his thigh flesh holster his plasma derringer only has one more shot in it so it pay to be prepared. he can already here the rapid response security team.
[1] as a palladium mage I can't really have cybernetics but bioware is fine.
Written by The Watcher 12-20-2002 11:27 PM
Meanwhile, elsewhere, two men observed the battle on a holographic displayer.
Man # 1: So, our mystery man is trying to escape. Do you think we should let him?
Man # 2: No, I think we should let things run their course without interference. If he's recaptured, we'll let him experience other methods of extraction. If he "escapes", we'll see where he leads us. There's no pressing need to tilt the outcome, since either way we get what we want.
Written by FBH 12-21-2002 04:25 AM
FBHs sprayed the security team with an uncannily accurate spray of blaster bolts, then rolled back behind cover as the return fire blasted where he had been a second ago.
this is getting me nowhere.
FBH flipped a micro grenade from his wrist holster into the the middle of the security team. the detonation hurled bodies in all directions.
after appropriating one of there weapons FBH moved off through the prison. Now if he could just take down the Mana suppressers he might have a chance.
"you know youu would be much better to let me do this."
"no way in hell. I'm not letting you out you phycho."
"come on! the world is my first person shooter. This is the perfect mission for me."
"how can I know you will give me back control when we get to somewhere important?"
"you can trust me. I'm you."
all right. do it.
FBHs eyes glowed red as he moved down the corridor.
Written by Pellcia 12-10-2002 06:22 PM
Midnight
The midnight watchmen slowly stepped outside the doorway into the chilly night air. After a few moments of serching his pockets he pulled out a small key card which he swiftly incerted into a small panel on the wall and activated the security system. Afterwards he climbed into his car and drove home to get some sleep....unaware of the red eyes that watched him from the rooftop.
In the cover of Darkness the red eyes moved along the rooftop to the nearest window. Using a small device the figure cut a very small hole in the window and then the figures body transformed into that of a small mouse which made his way up to the hole and climbed down through. Somewhere in the fall towards the floor the mouse transformed into a small bird and flew safely up on to a nearby camera. The bird then flew down below the camera and changed into a small human figure. The figure opened a small gate and pulled out a bottle of some chemicla spray which the figure then sprayed all over the camera.
The figure smiled and slowly advanced towards the vault.
Written by Pellcia 12-12-2002 04:33 PM
Jerry: I'm here. Were currently standing outside one of the many Banks that have been struck this week it what appears to be the biggest crime wave this city has ever seen. Whats more strange is that all these crimes seem to have been done by one person.
Newsman: And how did the police come to that conclusion?
Jerry: Well....the criminal seems to leave a certain calling card at each bank......
Newsman: That being?
Jerry: Well.....Besides for covering the place in whipping cream....and spray painting "I love Meatloaf" on the wall....Several guards have confirmed that the criminal seems to have a certain laugh that all have agree on to be the same....Although there are still some guards recovering.....one from having a chicken jamed up his........Err.....We'll keep you informed at new developments....
Written by Lord Darkwolf 12-21-2002 11:55 AM
*It was a misty field filled with a large bone skeleton. As the wind blew a dog eared silver haired boy stood face to face with a giant growling demon dog. In his hand he held a large fanged sword with a small bit of awe ,then smiled wickedly at his enemy .
The dog snarled and sprang towards his tiny foe ,his claws seeking to crush his bones .Yet the boy sprang also , slicing upward with the sword , cutting into and along the demon's foreleg causing it to roar in pain . They both land and turn to face each other ,the demon's leg falling free. Yet the boy was not finished . He leap again striking the sword against the demon's chest. It cried with pain, rage and defiance before vanishing in a flash of light . A green toad called after it and vanished also .
From a hillside two hooded figures watched as the boy went to rejoin a young girl . *
Jacob :What did you think Hishima ?
Hishima : *snorts* His skill is laughable .... he won that fight through brute force alone .
Jacob :Ahhh but the Sense tells me that he will get better ......and that this will not be the last fight between the two brothers. Still you are right . It does not matter anyway . He is not the reason we came here .
Hishima : Oh ?
*Jacob nods and makes a guesture with his hand ,taking care not to attrach the attention of the boy . The demon's arm lying prone among the field suddenly glows with a sickly light before vanishing .*
Hishima : the demon's arm ... that was what you were after .
Jacob :Yes . It should come in handy ...... let us go before the boy seals this plane .
*With that both figures vanish in a flash of light *
Written by Pellcia 12-13-2002 10:03 AM
Sandman 1: Ha! I win again!
Sandman 3: But.....You must have cheated!
Sandman 1: Talk about a sore loser!
Sandman 3: Why you!
Sandman: Settle down you too! I'm trying to read this! *Goes back to reading*
Sandman 2: You know......I have just had the best idea ever. *Takes a big bite of his hamburger*
Sandman: Hmm? And what would that be?
Sandman 2: Why don't we go on one of those little trips to pass the time? I know where we can get a nice little D-Porter....In fact....It's right over here.
Sandman 4: Huh! Sence when did you get a D-porter?!
Sandman 2: I had it for a nice while now. I thought you all knew?
Sandman: Oh dear god.....Well....I don't see any problem with a trip...do you guys?
All Sandman clones: Not really.
Sandman: Then...Let's go.
Sandman 2: I'll set it to send up to a random universe. This is going to be so fun..
With that...all the Sandman clones D-ported away.
Written by Pellcia 12-14-2002 12:48 PM
With a bright flash of light the 6 Sandman arrived at there destination...........The middle of nowhere. In nearly all dirctions there was nothing but sand, sand and more sand. Sandman 4 kicked some sand and looked at the ground with a angry look.
Of all the places to end up....they get a desert. The only visable objects to the small group were what appeared to be a small group of mountains to the south that seemed to block off that direction while to the north there was a small Mountion that was oddly shaped and looked more like a temple then a mountain.
Sandman 4: Bah! This is just perfect!
Sandman 5: .....I'm hungry.....I wonder what this sand tastes like?
Sandman 2: Does anybody know what this dimention is anyways?
Sandman: Beats me! I'm way to tired to think right now....
Sandman Fell back into the sand and looked up into the sky. For a moment the sand that was blowing around stopped and Sandman's eyes fixed on something in the sky.
Sandman: Umm....Guys....
Sandman 2: What?
Sandman: Does that look familer to you...
Sandman points up into the sky and all the clones turn there heads in the direction. Up in the Sky a giant planet loomed over them. In had a strange blue glow that sent out a sad feeling to the group of onlookers.
Sandman:.....Thats Blue Star...Isn't it...
Sandman 3: Looks like it....that must mean.....Were on Lunar...
Sandman 4: Cool...I always wanted to visit this place.
Sandman: Now that you mention it....this place looks familer as well......*Looks around*....That must be the Dragon ruins!
Sandman 5: Neat....will there be food there?
Sandman: No....but I'd love to see that place....Let's go.
Sandman 4: Whatever...
With a motion to the others, all the sandman clones set out for the Ruins.
Written by Pellcia 12-14-2002 01:06 PM
Sandman 3: Bah....Looked.....closer.....then....it...really....was....
Sandman: Hey.....Look!
Up ahead there was a oddly dressed man carrying a small cage in his hand and skipping along the ground as if he was on top of the world.
Sandman: Quick...let's hide behind those rocks over theres.
The group of Sandmen quickl ran behind the nearest rock and watched as the man skipped along by without noticing them.
Sandman: Who the heck was that guy?
Sandman 2: Don't know.....Let's this get moving....were almost there.
Sandman: Sure...Whatever.
They Waited until the man was a little distance away and then started towards the ruins again.
Written by Pellcia 12-14-2002 01:52 PM
The Dragon ruins loomed over the small group of Sandmen that were like ants at the base of a huge termite mound. The enterance had a huge Rock in the way...not that they were in any mood to go inside.
Just out of the corner of Sandman's eye he noticed a small object on the ground nearby. Sandman walked over and sat down on the sand.....it was a broken dagger, that had been snapped in two by a blast from some high powered weapon.
Sandman: Some look at this you guys.
The other Sandman went over and each had a look at the broken dagger.
Sandman 2: What kind of weapon could have caused that?
Sandman: A blaster perhaps?
Sandman 3: But this is the Lunar universe. They don't have blasters?
Sandman 5: Hey....look at this....
Sandman 5 pointed towards a small pile of rocks to the side....there was a human hand stuck out from the rock.\
Sandman: Holy crapola! Somebody is under that! Hey everybody..give me a hand.
The Group begain throwing rocks in every direction. In a moment they had romoved all the rocks from the body...and they all backed away and gasped.
Written by Pellcia 12-14-2002 07:36 PM
"About three days before"
A strange figure steped out from the shade and looked around at the small town of Dalton. There was a small grin across his face as he quietly watched the people walk around the town going about there usual dutys.
James: Hmm.......Look at this place........There mush be at least a few good things I could steal around here. Just have to find them...
There was a sudden beep from his pants pocket and James pulled out a small device and backed into the shadows. A small view screen lights up and the boy's face appears.
Boy: JAMES!! Where have you been....I need you in the serch party. Where are you anyways?
James: Well......I'm kinda in the Lunarverse....And I was just abo
Boy: Quiet.....The Lunarverse you say.....Hmmm...
The boy stares off into space for a few moments...then an Evil grin Forms over his face.
Boy: Perhaps I could use you in a very special Mission for me James......Just Listen and Follow my orders exactly.....
Written by Pellcia 12-15-2002 02:46 PM
Not that James cared one little bit. Steering the small craft was work enough for him and he had very little time on hi shands to even stop and admire anything. He had already crashed the ship twice for looking at wonders(Mostly stuff that he might want to steal later) and was in no mood to lose any more time Fixing the boat.....again.
James: Bah! Stupid Boss and his stupid orders. Why do I always have to drop everything I'm doing just to do his dirty work.
The boat slowly came to a stop at the pier and James, With a touch of seasickness, Slowly climbed off and fell falt on his face.
James: Urr......I think I'm going to......
James runs over to the side and throws up a couple thousand times(Not literally, but you know what I mean). Then after removeing 5 weeks worth of food from his stomach he heads up the stairs towards Althena's Temple.
Written by Pellcia 12-18-2002 12:33 PM
In front of the doorway stood a rather large guard covered from head to tow in armor and armed with a rather odded but very finely designed sword. Just the kind of Guard you'd expect they would assign to guard a goddess.
Guard: Halt! Who are you!
James: Hmm.....My name is James. I'm here on a mission from my and have a message I must give to the that goddess....Althena's her name right?
Guard: Hey! Not just anybody can go in a see the goddess whenever they feel like it.
James: Well.....Just tell her that my message has to do with a certain Lucia the Destoryer...She'll let me in then..
Guard: Hmm.....Wait here.
The Guard left for a few moments. There was some talking here from the other side and the guard returned with a rather surprised look on his face.
Guard: Hmm....It seems the Goddess will accept your message after all. Be on your best behavior and make it short.
The Guard Steps aside and James gives his sword one last look before steping through into the light.
On the Platform at the rear of the room, the goddess Althena(Or at least the fake one) stood with a smile on her face as James entered. James walked up and gave a bow.
James: Greetings on fair Goddess Althena.
Althena: Hmm....Yes. What a polite person you are. Now...You said that you had a message for me about Lucia?
James: Yes. But the message is actually from my master. I'll let him speck to you now.
James then pulled out a small device and placed it on the floor. A bright light shoot up from it and fromed an image of a boy.
Althena: What sort of magic is that?
Boy: This is not magic Althena. It's technology...But that doesn't really matter. I'm hear with a message..
Althena: Yes..I know. A message for me....Now tell me....I'm starting to get bored.
The boy suddenly erupted into laughter and shook his head at the goddess.
Boy: My dear Goddess Althena. Who ever said that the message was for you?
Althena: He did. *Points at James*
James: What? You can't tell a lie when you hear it?
Boy: No......You see Althena. The message I have is not for you....it is for your master.
Althena: What ever do you mean? I have no master..
Boy: Oh really? Don't lie to me Althena.......I know all about you and Zophar....
Althena: Zophar.....But how...?
Boy: I know a lot of things dear Althena.....Hehehe....I wonder why I'm still calling you Althena. That is and was never your real name....
Althena: .........
Boy: Now I no longer wish to talk to you...so either bring Zophar forward.......Or at least get his attention.
The room suddenly grow dark and an evil presence was felt.
Zophar: You already have my attention....there is no need to pester my minion for it.
Boy: Ahh....Zophar....At last.
Written by Pellcia 12-18-2002 02:23 PM
Zophar: How do you expect me to belive that shall lose..no matter what!
Boy: Think about it Zophar. I knew everything about you...everything about Althena and the Destruction of the Blue star. I have seen everything that will happen.....and with my help..I can change them so things go more in your favor...
Zophar: I expect you want something in return?
Boy: Indeed, but it's nothing to big. The list will be given later...But for now we must plan your victory. JAMES!!!
James: Yes Sir!
Boy: Head for the Blue Spire and carry out my orders.
James: Yes sir...Right away. *walks out*
Boy: Now Zophar...Listen well........
Written by Pellcia 12-18-2002 05:48 PM
There was a huge crash as two figure leap out from the door and a giant rock smashed into it. The figures where those of a boy in a yellow cape, and a small cat with wings. The boy picked himself off the ground and brushed the dust off his clothes.
Ruby: Wow, That was a close one.
Hiro: *sigh* Grampa would kill me if he found out about this.
Ruby: Don't worry Hiro, He'd have a heart attack first.
????: Bah! If your Grampa is too busy then he won't mind me taking the job.
Hiro: Huh?
James jumps out from behind the nearest rock.
James: Hiro and Ruby right?
Hiro: Yes....Who are you?
James: Sorry, But sence I'm going to kill you and all..what would be the point of telling you?
Hiro: Grr...
James: Now...*Pulls out Rocket Laucher*....Who's first?
Ruby: I am!
Ruby flys out of nowhere and blows fire in James face. He jumps back and starts hitting his face with the rocket launcher to try and put out the fire.
James: Hey! You'll pay you little fleabag!
James Takes another gun out of his pocket and shoots a net at the small cat. It wraps around Rudy and she falls to the ground.
James: HAHAHA!!
Hiro: Hey! Take this!!
Hiro Pulls out a Boomerang and throws it at James. It hit's hit right between the eyes and sends him backwards ino the sand. At that same moment his rocket launcher goes off and hits the wall of rock directly behind Hiro. He didn't even have a chance to scream before the massive pile of rocks came down and crushed him.
James: Hehehe........Oh well.
James went over and picked up the captured Ruby and used some gas to put it to sleep before placeing her in a cage.
James: Ok.....Now that I've finsihed him off......Only one more thing left to do.....Then I'll finally get that Bonus the boss promised. Now I'll atually get money for doing this!
James, with the cage in hand, set out for the blue spire.
Written by Pellcia 12-19-2002 01:56 PM
Sandman: Is this who I think it is.....
SC2: Looks like him......
SC4: So this is Hiro?
SC5: He's hurt bad...
Sandman: Worse then that...He's Dead...
SC3: Oh great!
The group lowered there heads for a brief moment of slience.
Sandman: Hey........You don't think that guy we saw had anything to do with this?
SC3: Could be....
Sandman: Hmm....
Sandman stood there for a few moments thinking...then his face went white.
SC2: What's wrong?
Sandman: Hey.....if Hiro's dead....What's going to happen to Lucia?
SC4: You mean that girl from the blue spire? Well....She'll just......Well.......
SC3:.....Well.....If I remember right general Leo will head there and kill her.
Sandman: Holy Crapola!!! This is just wrong....
SC2: Hmm.....
Sandman: I say we head over there and save her. Who's with me!
All Sandman Clones: .....Errr....
Sandman: Hmm......Did I forget to mention she was cute.
All Sandman Clones: *Zip*..........
Sandman looked around and noticed that all that others had already speed off.
Sandman: Hey! Wait for me!!!!!!
Written by Pellcia 12-22-2002 07:37 PM
BY the time it came into view James was already sweating bullets. The sight of the hills up ahead and the nice cool shade brought a smile to James who dashed across the little distance that remained in a second or less.
He sat down in the sand at the base of one of the larger hills and placed the small cage he was carrying at his side. He then took a deep breath and fell to sleep.
?????: LET ME OUT OF THIS CAGE RIGHT NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
James jumps out of a nice dream about money and women and falls backwards, hitting his head of the rock wall.
James: OUCH!!
James looked up and rubbed his head. His view fell down to the cage in which Ruby was looking at him with fire in her eyes.
Ruby: You let me out of this cage right now or you'll be sorry!
James smiled and and bent in towards the cage.
James: Really.....And what are yoy going to do....cough a hair ball at me. HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
At that moment Ruby sent a ball of fire out from her mouth and right into James face. He ran around batting at his face to put the fire and then glared at the little cat(Actually...it's a baby red dragon).
James: Little brat! I guess you need another nap!
James pulled a small spray bottle out from his pocket and sent a cloud of sleeping gas over the cage. In seconds Ruby was back in dreamland.
James: Well...That was a good nap. Time to get moving....
James picked the small cage up and started up the path, walking by and ignoreing that Goddess statue that watched quietly at the enterance to the path.
Written by Pellcia 01-16-2003 03:01 PM
The wind picked up a little as James followed the curved path along the hill. The animals he met along the path weren't as strong as he hoped and only served as target practice.
All of a sudden there was a rumbling sound from far off. James stopped for a moment and glanced around.
James: .....Hmm....Must have been a tree...
The hill nearby exploded violently, a shower of rocks fell in all directions as a mammoth tank like vehicle ripped it's way through the hill with little trouble and stopped a little ways in front of the two.
James: Hmm....This looks familier......Oh...I remember this!
A man climbed on deck and poked his head over the side. Actually, his lion like face and the horn sticking out of his forehead made him look far from being a human.
?????: Who goes there!
James: Hey, I know you! White Knight Leo right?
Leo: Hmm...You know my name. Perhaps you country folk are not as ignorant as I expected.
James: COUNTRY FOLK!!! I'll have you know I'm on a holy mission from the goddess Althena!
Leo: Hmm.....How do I know your telling the truth?
James: How do you think I knew about who you are and what your mission is.
Leo: Hmm...
James: Your here to defeat that so-called Destoryer that will appear at the blue spire soon. That is my mission as well..
Leo: Ahhh, perhaps you do tell some truth.
James: Now, if you wouldn't mind...What about giving me a ride?
Leo: Very well Stranger, Come aboard.
James: Thank you very much...and the names James.
Written by Pellcia 01-19-2003 05:08 PM
As the Dragonship made it's way around the hills to the east, Leo led James to a room just near the front. The few guards postioned at the doorway turned a suspicious towards the very sly looking James but a nod from Leo put them at ease a tiny bit.
Inside the small room, maps and charts were posted all along the walls and scattered about the table. James wandered around the room making a mental note of all the valuable objects he could find which Leo sat down at the table.
"What my I ask you are doing?" Leo finnally took notice of James interest in a gold vase that stood in the corner. James tilted his head towards the table and smiled.
"Just looking" He said with a sly grin and moved over to the table where a nice cushioned seat awaited him. "Now, We must discuss our battle stratagy. The Destoryer will be a very difficult enemy to overcome".
"Bah! I am white Knight Leo! Leader of Althenas Guard! With the power of justice and that of the goddess on my side, This Destoryer will be easily beaten." Leo said Proudly while James rolled his eyes. "Yes.....We'll see how well you can live up to that name. But the goddess wants the Destoryer captured and brought back to her alive."
"Hmm.....Very Well. If the Goddess commands it then I shall do everything in my power to do it." Leo got up from his chair and walked towards the door. "You may stay here if you like, I have things to attend to." Leo then turned and walked out the door.
Meanwhile...
"This is the beat day ever!!! I got sand in my boots! I got sand in my pants! I got sand in my shirt! Heck, I got sand everywhere!!!" Sandman 2 yelled sarcastically at the sun which was almost invisable thanks to the sandstrom that had suddenly came from out of nowhere. The other Sandmen looked up at him and then back along the path.
"I can't see two feet in front of me!" Sandman 3 complained and fell to the ground. AT that moment he noticed something odd. "Hey guys! Over here!" He cried over the roar of the winds.
The other Sandman gathered around him and he pointed at the ground nearby. There was large tracks in the sand, and pieces of rock littered the ground from a nearby rock wall that looked as if it was struck by a train.
"Something big was through here." Sandman 5 came to the obvious conclusion. "Perhaps it was the Dragonship." He looked at the others.
At that point, the winds began to die down and the swirling of the sand slowed and then stopped. The sun once again was shining and the Sandmen gave a sigh of relief.
"Hmm....Darn it....The tracks are all but gone now." Sandman pointed at the ground where only the smallest imprint of the tracks could be seen.
"Well, if it was the Dragonship then it should be heading for the reserch outpost now. Right?" Sandman 4 turned to the others. "These tracks wer fresh, perhaps if we fly we can beat it to the outpost"
"That's a great idea 4" Sandman smiled and turned to the others. "I have this bad feeling that whoever killed the kid might be going after Gwyen as well. I say we get moving now"
The other Sandmen nodded and with that they took of into the sky.
Written by The Watcher 02-08-2003 01:43 AM
Written by FBH
FBHLW leapt towards one for the boarding support pillars spraying the corridor with seemingly random fire which none the less hit every target he aimed at.
stunned guards slumped as he hit cover.
"hey guys catch this!!!"
he screamed and flipped the last of his micro grenades towards the guards.
despite being thrown blind the grenade managed to land behind the main group of guards on a side not sheltered by cover.
there was an earth shattering Kaboom and some screams.
FBHLW smiled.
now if he could get the mana supply back on line he might just make it throw this level.
Written by The Watcher 02-08-2003 03:08 PM
Figure 1: Hmmm, it appears our "friend" has more than one person inside of him. Very interesting information. Very skilled combatant too.
Figure 2: Well whoever he thinks he is now, he's difficult for our forces to put down. Do you think we should take harsher measures?
Figure 1: No. Have our people subtly force him to section 13. He'll try to escape through the "exit" in that area. If they subdue him good. If not, then we'll just let him succeed in "escaping."
Written by FBH 02-10-2003 06:52 AM
after stripping them of ammo and weapons FBH turned his head towards the security camera that watched him.
"ever played red faction?"
FBH raised his plasma derringer and blow a man sized hole in one wall....
FBH stalked throught the holes he was making in the facilitys structure to where his senses told him the mana syphone gear was. He didn't really bother with corridors anymore. jsut blew large holes in the walls.
"I love earth. everythings so easy to break."
at which point he came upon a squad of security troopers.....
Written by The Watcher 02-10-2003 07:07 AM
Meanwhile, forcefields activated and nanotech repair systems went to work to reassemble destroyed walls.
Written by FBH 02-10-2003 08:24 AM
the filter plugs FBH was wearing would give him some protection. Still best to leave now. the mana supressors were down a level anyway.
FBH blew a hole in the floor and dropped through it.
Written by The Watcher 02-10-2003 10:04 AM
Written by FBH 02-10-2003 10:40 AM
FBH rolled behind a pillar. tangler fire began to coat the other side.
FBH stuck his hand and stunner out from concealment to spray the guards with fire. a few feel. But there a limit to how accurate one can be firing behind your self.
FBH accessed his remaining supplies. A small plasma derringer. A stunner. His other self should have invested in some more covert weapons.
"hum..." FBH rolled the stunner towards the force shield. then fired his plasma pistol into its power cell case. there was a large and spectacular detonation knocking out the force shield and course the guards to duck back.
It also almost knocked FBH unconscious.
"oh, ow,"
FBH charged for the door. he almost made it when he got hit by a tangler. the force slammed him through the door and out of the line of fire.
as the guards advanced on the door FBH reached up and put the Plasma pistol now with only one round of ammo left against the suppresser's casing....
Written by The Watcher 02-10-2003 11:21 AM
As the guards converged on FBH they paused as they saw where his plasma pistol was aimed at. By now one of the higher ups in security had arrived to see to the situation. He spoke to FBH, hoping to distract him by focusing his attention on him. Hidden in one hand of his, a neuralizer that only he and his superiors were cleared to have was ready to flash FBH the instant he glanced at him.
"Look, you don't want to fire that. You might end up killing yourself. Or worse."
Written by FBH 02-10-2003 11:33 AM
FBH didn't look up. His psionics (limited as they where) still functioned. He got the strong feeling it would be a bad idea to look up.
"If I pull this trigger, the most I lose is my life. "
FBH pauses to breath. hes still woosy from all the sleep gas being used near him.
"but then If I don't pull this trigger, I'm not going to walk out of here anyway.... you on the other hand stand to lose this entire facility. If I pull the trigger that is..."
FBH paused again and smiles.
""so tell me, why shouldn't I pull this trigger?""
Written by The Watcher 02-10-2003 11:41 AM
At this some of the lower ranking guards looked confused. What was the commander talking about, making a deal with a criminal like that. UNSCA didn't let murderers walk, let alone recruit them. Was he bluffing?
The telepath picked up their doubts and ponderings, and made a note they'd all have to be neuralized later to adjust their recall.
Written by FBH 02-10-2003 12:20 PM
"and?"
"the hell! I should have known not to let you back in the driving seat! to late now. I beg to differ."
the UNSCA officers were suprised not to mention a little disconserted to see the man infront of them eye's change colour suddenly from red to blue and then back.
"get back down! I'm in charge!"
"NEVER!!!" then his eyes went blue and he pulled the trigger.
the gun clicked and FBHs eyes went red again.
"I think I am open to your offer. mr?"
FBHs thump turned the safty catch back off his hand still steady.
"unless you want to reconsider?"
------
mean time inside FBHs mind a battle raged. "YOU ****** LET ME OUT"
Red beat inaffectually at Blue wall of psionic strength.
"Now now. Just because I'm pretending to be you is no reason to get all stroppy."
Blue laughted inwardly as he waited for UNSCA officers the reply.
Written by The Watcher 02-12-2003 10:19 AM
The man whipped out his neuralizer and flashed the guards who had heard all that had gone on, rendering them instantly suggestible.
Security Commander: This was simply a training excercise, and the conversation between me and the "escaped prisoner" was merely a critique on your performance.
Without exception they all fell victim to the device, forgetting the questions and concerns they had about the Commander bargaining with the prisoner thanks to his neuralizer-backed instructions.
Security Commander: Now then, if we could conclude our discussion in more discreet and comfortable surroundings, I'm sure we'd be able to work things out satisfactorily.
Written by FBH 02-12-2003 10:29 AM
FBH gets up, pulling on a pair of rap around sunglasses before holstering his weapon.
"lead the way."
In the relative privacy of his own mind blue smiled.
"sucker."
Written by FBH 02-21-2003 08:51 AM
UNSCA Officer: "so....what do I actually call you."
FBHLW: "call me.... red."
Written by The Watcher 02-22-2003 02:29 AM
Written by FBH 02-22-2003 04:17 AM
"However, from what I have been able to access of his memory, He believed he was working for the organization called the Regulators.
You know of them? an organization dedicated to law at all costs. Or at least that's what they say. My other self is a sucker for that kind of stuff.
"the regulators were using him as an expendable pawn, and someone who could make open contact with local forces. He was unfortunately not told there long term plans. But from what I know of them I would assume they were attempting there normal infiltration of the local power structure."
Written by The Watcher 03-09-2003 05:22 AM
In a courtyard several vampires looked in fear as Akasha, Queen of the Damned, confronted them with an ultimatum. At her side stood the Vampire Lestat, her new consort, listening as she prattled on, noticing the mortal woman with the vampires who had read his journal a few days before.
Unnoticed by them all, a hole in space opened up quietly behind Akasha and her consort, and The Watcher stepped quietly through. While everyone was focused on the queen and her speech, he closed the gate behind him, waiting for the proper point to interrupt her and make his presence known.
Akasha: Mortals are just animals, food and nothing more...
Watcher: Yeah, and vampires are just dust bunnies waiting to happen.
At this Akasha swung around in rage, and everyone else noticed the new arrival with surprise. The Watcher walked around the couple before him so he was inside the courtyard, all the while looking at the couple before him with amused disdain.
Akasha: How dare you! Who do you think you are to interrupt Akasha, Queen of All Vampires.
Watcher: Oh me? I'm just one of those mortals you were prattling on inanely about. Well, technically not mortal, but I'm still human. Hey, anyone every tell you that you look like that dead pop star Aaliyah? Except for your tacky wardrobe, of course. But then being asleep for centuries probably is a good excuse for your lame fashion sense.
At that quip Akasha snarled in rage.
Akasha: Fool, you will pay for your insolence!
With that Akasha waved her hand at the intruder, only to be surprised when he failed to burst into flame. The Watcher looked down at himself in mock-puzzlement.
Watcher: I'm sorry, was that supposed to do something or were you just voguing? Oh, I know what you were trying. You're were going to make me combust. Unfortunately for you, I'm immune to such alterations.
She gestured again, and again nothing happened.
Watcher: Oh, and your TK shove will be useless too. There are these little things called magic resistance talismans which put the kibosh on your pathetic parlor tricks.
At that taunt she launched herself at The Watcher at incredible speed, tackling him. They both flew through the air in a blur which ended against a stone pillar. She raised her head high, and then plunged her fangs down toward the impertinent human's neck. And then was shocked when she failed to pierce his flesh.
Watcher: Chipped a tooth, didn't ya? You should really be more careful of what you put in your mouth. You don't know where my neck's been, after all. Oh well, at least it got you into a vulnerable position for this!
Suddenly a blade of glowing red light emerged through her back as the Watcher proceeded to gut her with his lightsaber. Her vampiric durability was greate enough it was like cutting a tough steak, but even Akasha couldn't shirk off the shaft of super hot plasma that impaled her. She looked up at the Watcher with an expression of confusion mixed with pain.
Akasha: Why?
Watcher: Because A, you're an evil vampire. B, you're an arrogant bitch. And most importantly, C, you annoyed me. Is that good enough?
The Watcher then sliced downward and then upward, cutting her completely in half. He heart neatly bisected, she immediately began crumbling into dust. As Akasha disintegrated, The Watcher looked up at the others in the room and gave them a wolfish smile.
Watcher: As for the rest of you, be nice to mortals or I'll come back and give you what Akasha had. And remember, I'll be watching.
The Watcher opened a gate and stepped through, leaving the group of frightened vampires to contemplate the event they just witnessed. A mortal somehow slew the most powerful of their kind, and did so easily. A few seconds later they received a second shock when a gate opened again to reveal Akasha's killer.
Watcher: BOO!
The vampires jumped back startled, causing the Watcher to chuckle and close the gate.
Watcher: Now that was a satisfying diversion.
Written by Nobody 03-10-2003 10:46 AM 03-14-2003 07:10 AM
TDOT, ETA??
"10 minutes to Kahzaan Airspace sir."
Very good.
***40 minutes later***
Is that ALL the paperwork I have to fill out??
Receptionest : Yeth thir. You got the 102-AB form??
Nobody: Right here! *hands her a form*
Rec: Alrighty then, lookth like your caught up. here'th the ruleth. *plops a tome thicker than a Courscant Phonebook* Pleath make yourthelf at home, the rath begenth at thow eight hundred. thank you, Enjoy your thay.
Nobody: Well, THAT was a pain!! They've certainly uped the paperwork for some of these Big Name fights...
Written by Metaphysician 03-12-2003 10:38 PM
"Maybe I'll go see a fight. . ."
Written by Ramz 03-14-2003 12:29 AM
After many long days on the forsaken planet, Nemar's interdimensional traveling belt, which was a prototype from his universe, finally gained enough solar power to make a dimensional jump. He figured that anywhere would be better than a planet full of the Zerg, so really, he had no time to tinker and test the gizmo. He's evaded the beasts with his ability to cloak and his stealth training for a few days now, but they were getting closer and closer. Soon a swarm would be on him again, and he wasn't sure if he could handle it.
Typing in specific coordinates, Nemar took one last look at the surrounding area. Promising himself that he would come back, and take revenge on the people who left him here, Nemar pressed the command button on his belt which triggered the jump off the Zerg world Char...
Written by FBH 03-19-2003 12:48 PM
It was a beautiful summer night.
The three SS Panzerkampfwagen rolled down the back country roads of Germany.
The commander of the lead vehicle Sturmbannfuhrer Knut. Glared ahead. He hadn't been told what he was carrying, but he could guess. At least generally.
Ahnenerbe "dark" convoys had been traveling in towards the base near what had once been the french boarder for the last week so the rumors said.... he was jolted out of his thoughts as he saw a pair of light military vehicles drawn up blocking the road ahead. Two men in SS uniform stood leaning on the hoods and looking board. He signaled the driver to stop and sighed
the first officer (an Oberfuher*) was huge. His uniform bulged with muscles.
/"good evening Sturmbannfuhrer, could you please step out of the vehicle?"/
Knut opened the door and stepped out.
/"is there a problem Oberfuher?"/
/" not really, we just need to confirm you identity before you get any closer to the base."/
/they really are being cautious whatever where carrying must be very dark./
Knut pulled his ID from his coat. The man took it an inspected it.
/"this appears in order. just one more thing."/
Knuts eyes went wide as a pistol appeared in the other officer hand. /" sorry."/ the was a flash.
at this point every man in the convoys turrets and cabs died. snipers in the woods had already hit them with nano explosives. They felt an insect bite.... until they exploded.
a platoon of battle armoured troops stepped from the woods and sprayed the three vehicles with a stream of ghostly red phase beam fire.
after they where done the leader a woman in pure black battle armour stepped over to the two men in SS uniform.
"so is this the right convoy?"
"bit late now."
"one less SS convoy."
"True. But it is the right one.
"good then we'd better get going."
*according to my book that's about equivalent to Colonel.
Written by FBH 03-29-2003 12:49 PM
To the casual or even carful eye they looked unaltered. but on a very close inspection there where some diffrences. The turrets cammeras had additional lense fitted to the out side. if you were inside you might notice that the ammo clips were marked with a sharp snake silver symbol.
course if you where inside you would also notice the dozen or so exoskeleton clad two troopers....
Written by FBH 03-30-2003 04:11 AM
"/convoy echo 19 here. whats the problem base?/"
"/we where going to ask you? nothing untoward/"
"/what are you talking about base? where fine./"
"/Ok. see you latter./"
the FBH clone driving the lead Panzerkampfwagen turned off his radio keyed his internal comms: "there on to us get ready"
Written by FBH 03-31-2003 10:02 AM
the psionics had detected the death of the convoy commander about 5 minute after it happened. Who had the convoy now was unknown. but they should be able to stop six gunships....
Written by FBH 04-08-2003 09:01 AM
the lead gunship pulled into hover over the road, outside the maximum effective range of the APCs guns but well within its own missile pod kill zone.
Unfortunately it seemed that no one had told the APCs there weapons effective range. a stream of fire, each shot leaving a trail of Ionizing atmosphere behind the guns ship fell apart its rotor flying off as its pilot compartment ejected.
the three APCs screamed round the crash sight continued down the road at a much accelerated pace. the remaining guns ships warming in pursuit
Written by FBH 04-08-2003 12:53 PM
"looks like the kid gloves are off" the armoured woman who led the assault team (her name was Anna) shouted above the concusions
"yeah." the FBH driving screamed as the rockets were answered by another stream of hyper velocity shells from the APCs gun turret "1KM till dust off."
fur remaining gun ships where some what suprised when the four APCs screamed to a hault. then there was a bright flash.... and there was no APCs.
Written by The Great Gumbo 04-08-2003 04:50 PM
Smoke wafts out of its chimney, rustic and woody looking it bears the mark of all travel worn inns throught the kingdom of nowhere'sville but this one is different, for in this tavern works the spirited maiden called....
Genefly!!!!
(If one more of these losers calls me "wench" I'm going to lose it, so help me, I smash their swords into itty, bitty pieces and shove them up their #$$!)
Dark Ones I beseech thee!!! Lend me thy power so I can smite this righteous one and bring mirth to thy unholy self!
(or not)
Uh...Circil, the beloved ones of disease and chaos are only three booths down, no need for the yelling.
"O' ye o' the miniscule purportions, we have gathered here and have deigned to grant thee thy groveling request...YE THE POWER IS YOURS!"
Thy stench of cowardlyness is palpable...thy weakness is such that ye could not harm e'en the wee wench before us, call upon yon masters and I shall still defeat thee with yon mug o' overflowing dreams alone!!
Once again the forcess of darkness and light have selected their champions...bringing them together for the inevitable confrontion, the time for judgement is nigh at hand.
Circil no longer, he is now the avatar of the gods and as such will bring great ruin down upon this land.
Coming together he and the warrior of light fight to decide the fate of all reality.....only to be brought down beneath the hail of beer mugs sent at them by the other patrons of the tavern.
Okay Jimbo chug them outside or uh I mean....dispose of yonder varlets into the vile streets and wretched drags below.
Written by FBH 04-09-2003 06:20 AM
Bellow him was spread out a the debris of battle.
Shattered !*!*! war machines littered the field in front of him.
This had really been the machine intelligence's last gasp on sky. On this plain six of there huge mobile bastions lays in ruins together with thousands of fighters, ground battlers and other !*!*! combat machines. Among the shattered machines varies TWO machine moved. Drones from the TWO Salvage ship pack rat mentality where already taking the blasted enemy (and friendly) machines.
FBH looked down on the scene bellow and was .... satisfied. Fifteen years back he had started the organization that would become TWO as a way of bringing equality to the world. For most of his life he had lived in utopia. And he didn't see why other shouldn't be aloud it either.
And after fifteen years... would he have done anything different? After many so many had told him we was wrong evil and insane, called him a terrorist, hunted him and his, and opposed him at every opportunity? After the gods them selves had past judgment on him?
No. Well maybe a few things. But not much. For he had done good. He had saved entire worlds. and that was worth all the fear and loathing of gods and mortal alike.
FBH was jolted from his contemplation by a 'beep' from his mental link. the package has arrived.
Written by The Great Gumbo 04-14-2003 06:59 PM
He knows over two thousand different martial arts, every trick, tactic and strategy is known to him or so he likes to tell himself.
You have come here in the hopes of learning what will be the smallest trickle of that information in the man's head.
It has been over a month since you've been coming here; now will be the first time that you're required to spar against him.
You do poorly.
Everything you do is telegraphed at least ten moves ahead; I hoped you would be better than this by now. Well...do your cooling down excercises; show up for your next class and we shall start again.
Wiping the grimy sweat from your brows you wonder how he knows what your doing without even being able to see.
For the most part this is what you do every morning before going to work at another side of town in Nowhere'sville.
Fellow Waitress: Hey; Genefly closed for the day...apparently the higher ups are finally gearing for the big one, Armageddon coming at ya. So we got the day off and were told to come back to work tomorrow.
Genefly: Tomorrow, what about Armageddon won't that still be going on?
Fellow Waitress: Your forgetting the time difference; few minutes outside is a few hundred years inside; so after a days passed the war should be over and hopefully business will have picked back up.
Genefly: So why is it none of this crosses over into the rest of the city, I mean all I do is walk a couple of blocks to get here.
Fellow Waitress: Its like this genefly, when this area was first started up it was for entertainment purposes. Now one of the first Net Eventers who ended up here was a big time fantasy fan and ended up being some uber wizard type, managed to get his hands on some artifacts and connected up to a diety who made it so he and his colleagues were unable to leave after getting into a minor tiff with the said Net Eventer but the spell applied to the children of those trapped in here as well. So the rest of us come in here and leave when we please but for the majority of the ones here this is the world and they don't even have a clue about the rest of Nowhere'sville.
Genefly: See ya tomorrow when this is all over.
Written by The MunchKING 03-07-2003 08:29 PM
Cid, I'm going off. You know what to do... Just keep it running smoothly.
*cid smiled* "Of Course, sir. You may count on me."
I know. And that's why I do.
*the MunchKING vanished.*
***Later on Omega Island***
*The MunchKING grinned. What he was about to do was pintless, probabbly even cruel. But revenge would taste SO sweet...*
*He walked down the hall.*
ANYONE WANT A PIECE OF THE MUNCHKING??! COME GET SOME!!
*sure enough he whirled around to be ambushed by a Greater Marabouro*
YES! Bring it ON you slimy peeice of Sh**!!
*Badbreath*
*The MunchKING let the breath waft over him*
HA!! I got a RIBBION!! I'm IMMUNE!!! Your Punk cheap-azz whasn't expectingTHAT now were you??
Ahuh!! *Cast Bahaumet* See Look Ma, No Beserk!!
*Grand Malburo dies*
This is going to be SOOOO fun!!
Written by The MunchKING 03-10-2003 10:08 AM
MunchKING: HAH!!! Pre-emt/Badbreath isn't such a good combo NOW, is it, suk-ahs?? That's right How to you like THEM apples jack??
and gaining rediculous amounts of sphers from the occasional Tonbury...
MunchKING: SWEET!! My Karma's cashing in!! All the AP I can hold!!
Prehaps having a bit too much fun... But alas, it was not to last...
As the MunchKING was contemptiously giving a Grand Malburo a kcik-in-the-head, He heard a sound behind him... Whirling around he saw a woman emerging from a Blue circular portal. She reminded him of Tanith with her poise and grace. But not really Tanith, the Tanith that spoke in red. She had that same aura of evil, and flirtatiousness and she carried herself as if she knew the rest of the Universe was her play-thing to abuse until it broke, and then be discarded. Her peircing blue eyes offset her raven black hair, as she seemed to stare deep with in his soul. For anormal mortal it would be unerving, but the MunchKING was merely intrieged...
????: Are you the one called "The MunchKING"??
The MunchKING: Yup. Who wants to know??
????: Me?? I am... a loose end... You have made enemies... Not the least of which is me! Now, MunchKING, I'm going to hit you where it hurts the most...
Munchking: *moves his shield to block between his legs* I should warn you there are no called shots in an FFengine... So lets say we ajourn somewhere else and discuss what better use we could put it to...
????: *laughs* Silly man, try thinking with your OTHER organ. The one inbetween your ears. I was referring to your ego...
The MunchKING: my EGO?? Chick have you got alot to learn... I've got an ego the size of Earth Prime. You'd have to do something REALLY impressive to hurt THAT!
The woman smiled, and tossed a bottle at the MunchKING. His sword swooped up and cleanly intercepted it, blowing up the bottle and spraying him with the clear liquid inside.
MunchKING: Water?? You expected to hurt me with Water?? I mean some kind of contact poison I could understand... I'd HEAL from it, but I'd understand. What made you possibly think you could hurt me with THAT??
The woman smiled and held up a finger.
????: Wait. You'll see. The damage is already done... And you, for all you power will be helpless to undo it...
The MunchKING started to laugh, a deep bellow. But his humor turned to amazement as his laugh started growing higher in pitch. He looked around. His clothes seemed to be a few sizes to big, and were getting worse by the minute.
The MunchKING: What did you do to me!!
The lady laughed Evilly as the MunchKING's voice cracked in midword.
????: Now look how the mighty are brought low!! The Mighty MunchKING is no more than a strippling!! The once pround destroyer of Dimensions is the mereest lad...
The MunchKING growled in rage. He lunged at the woman but his feet caught over the now much too big clothes, and he fell on his face. He looked up to see her floating backward into the still open portal her cruel laugh echoing throughout the cave. Then the MunchKING did something he hadn't done in 20 years.
He cried.
Written by Pellcia 03-15-2003 08:21 PM
Written by The MunchKING 03-16-2003 09:09 AM
***A few minutes later***
The MunchKING stood in a dressing room... He admired himself in the mirror.
"I was long overdue for a sprite change anyway..."
He was now wearing a wite T-Shirt with the words "Do I LOOK like a 'People Person'??" and several bright red splochs on it, and a pair of cut off blue jean shorts... he looked closer at his face. there wasn't a hair on it... How long ago had in been since THAT had been true?? he'd been 15? 14? Younger?? He sighed. This wasn't good, but he'd make the best of it... He'd immediatly thought of a couple ways to revers the problem and dismissed them. Spells like Lvl. 2 Old were to powerful, and yet to temporary. He walked out of the dressing room.
"I'll take em!"
He tossed the Cashier a couple gold and wandered off into the Kahzaan night.
Written by The MunchKING 03-29-2003 03:18 PM
The teenager looked over the counter. "Pshaw. YOU want a ticket to that fight?? I'm sure I've got something more your speed. Like Care Bears vs. the Muppet Babies!" He through back his head and laughed. His cruel laugh echoed through the MunchKING's head, sounding like the bray of a donkey.
"Asshole" The MunchKING muttered. His hand snaked up through the circular hole in the plexiglass... grabbing the guy by the front of the shirt he slammed him into the glass. "Now Listen closely, jackass, cause I'm only going to say this once. I ASKED for a ticket to the Conan/WW fight!!" The MunchKING contemptously tossed a thousand Gil (The list price for a front-row-seat) on the counter. "Isn't MY gold good enough for you?? Or am I going to have to get you manager and explain why it's not 'medical leave' he's giving you, but a terimination of your worthless butt?"
Written by The MunchKING 04-15-2003 07:27 AM
The MunchKING let go, and snorted, grabbing the ticket. he shoved the Gil under the window and walked off without a backward galnce. "Conan/WW ehhhh?? I wonder if ole Vinney still running the books??" He headed up to find out. As he approached a Large hand enveloped his head. Off to his left a slick, weasly voice said, not unkindly, "Where's your mutha kid? You lost?"
The Munching said in a muffled voice. "Hey Vinnie, Now call off Brown here before I have to..."
The Hand was withdrawn. A huge mountain of a man Looked down on him. Compared to other "Mountains of men" they were mere hills to his Mount Everest. And now he loomed over the MunchKING. "Youse talks aweful bigs for a little squirt." This apprently exausted his mental reserves as he just leaned forward and glared.
The MunchKING just smiled and walked around him. He threw out a casual "I'm the MunchKING it's allowed."
Venny, a short, thin, weaselly little man in a 3 piece suit was looking at him contemplativly. He was Flanked by another bodyguard. This one was smaller but looked marginally more intelligent. (not that either criteria was at all hard to fufill.) Vinnie laughed. "You?? The MunchKING?? Gimme..."
The MunchKING interupted with a yawn. He rotated one arm at the shoulder. "So I suppose McMahon's ready to go down again??"
The smaller guard's face turned ashen at that. Vinnie shot the MunchKING an "oh get serious "look. Then he sighed. "YOU are challenging McMahon? Kid, only one person's EVER beaten him, in the history of this arena!!"
The MunchKING tightened his headband. "Damn skippy. and he's about to do it again. Comeon!! Fight starts in 20 minutes, and I still gotta get a burger and soda."
The Body guard known as MCMahon put his hand on Vinnie's shoulder and shook his head. Vinnie glared at him. "Your chickening out?? Pansy." Then he turned his glare on the leering teen in front of him. "Alright, you got out of proving it. hmmmph. I'll even give you your 'special rate.' Currently the odds are running 2.61 return on Conan being declared the winner, and 1.21 on Wallace. 30 up on a draw being declared."
The MunchKING raised an eyebrow. "Wait a second... CONAN's the Underdog?? There something your not telling me??"
Vinnie shrugged "There's a lot of Scots in the audience. a buncha drunk Scotsmen tip the odds abit... But then agin there are RUMORS of a special 'guest' refree..."
Written by Lord of Nothings 06-07-2003 01:30 AM
Somewhere a noise sounds, and you fall to the floor. Stumbling on your knees, wearing just enough to keep you distant, you crawl out the door. Whiteness extends again on into infinity, on to a vanishing point that makes you faint looking at it.
On the edge of your awareness, monsters do horrible things to reality. Perhaps you are fighting them, or perhaps you are not.
You wake up in HALST headquarters. You are dressed in a leather jacket, some of the pins on it unfamilar to you. Your notebook lies by your bed, but its larger then the one you remember, and the symbols etched in gold on the cover twist in ways that hurt your eyes. There is a gash on your left hand and a necklace that keeps disappearing when you try to look at it. You know that you're Chris Brimstone, Mage for Hire and sometime member of HALST. You know that you were about to go on a mission for them, that you are a speedster and a mage, that you usually know what's going on.
You know that what just happened probably wasn't a dream, and that you've got some serious scrying to do. You're going to find your lost year and get it back. But first, you're going to put on some damn pants and get your Bike of Plot Device back. 'Cause its the heroic thing to do, dammit.
Written by The Great Gumbo 06-08-2003 07:29 PM
In the ship a man in a old weather stained brown trench-coat waves a hand.
A small number of individuals appears seconds later in the middle of a unused street in a missed dimension.
A woman with yellow skin and boils all over her body; wearing a oil smeared white t-shirt, pants so stained and dirty the original color is a mystery and a trench-coat similiar to the man, smokes cigarettes while waiting for the rest to prepare themselves.
Sixty cigarette butts on the ground later they are ready, the one known as Hora Beak begins to meditate.
The battle gets only more hectic and chaotic as duplicates, triplicates and octopuses start running through the streets, flying through the skies and killing one another.
Knodding at each other the group leave dimension leaving Hora by herself and begins to search for the Sphere.
Written by Manuel 06-12-2003 10:19 PM
The ancient Wyrm was polite, considerate, and only made him work with the other slaves for 8 hours a day. The rest of the time, he found, were his to do whatever he wanted with. Not that he could do much, given the collar on his neck. One of the other slaves had explained it as a "Demensional Anchor". Whatever it was, it made Teleportation impossible, and he didn't even want to think about what his chances were on foot. Sometimes at night he would hear horrible screams from deeper in the caverns, and that reminded him of how malevolent this entity was, however polite his facade.
It was dreary, slow work. Klauth had amassed hundreds of tomes on Wizardry, none of which he could read, because they weren't in any language he'd ever seen. It amazed him enough that everyone here spoke English, though they kept insisting that it was called "Common"
What he could read, though, were the tomes on Psionics that Klauth had, of which there were dozens. They weren't in a recognizable language, either. They seemed to have an innate neoetic resonance, which let him understand them much in the same was as when he used his telepathy to talk to a person who's language he didn't know. The writings themselves almost had a "mind" to read, albiet a very static, non-sentient one.
He discovered early on that this was, as he'd suspected, Faerun. It was the fictional setting of the old Dungeons and Dragons game he'd once played when younger, before the Net Event had made such things irrelevant. Reading them brought memories back, of dozens of game sessions, sourcebooks, and other things. The tomes were incredibly delicate, some of them were so old that touching them would make them crumble. A few had, in fact, fallen apart. He held them together and read them with pscychokinesis, praying that Klauth wouldn't be angered at the damage to his precious tomes. If he was, he didn't say anything.
Every day part of his work was what Klauth referred to as "Revitalization". It consisted of Manuel sitting for several hours, touching Klauth, and using Iatrosis to his utmost capacity. Within the first day some improvments were noticable, and by the end of the first week the ancient Wyrm was beginning to look healthy away, rather than the decrepit, ancient lizard that he was.
He spent much of his spare time trying to find ways to escape. Faerun was alive with Neoetic energy, teeming with the stuff in ways that few worlds were. Patterns of destiny, chance, life, death, and everything between flowed all over the surface of the world, and beyond. He picked up massive demensional pockets tethered to this world right away, and soon determined that those were the "Planes" that some of the tomes talked about. There were dozens of them, some huge, some tiny. A few of them drifted around, not tethered to this world, but orbiting it in Astral space. Hundreds of powerful individuals were scattered all over the globe, which he soon learned was "Toril". Faerun was only the name of the continent they were on. Many of them, he found, were powerful Psi-sources. They could use Neoetic energy in much the same way he could. Few of them were human, most were deep underground and difficult to scan. A few flashes of horrible, tentacled faces was all he could derive from them, through cursory scans. There were also Dragons with great psionic power, he found. They were not Dragons of color, or metal, but instead they were Gem Dragons.
Most of the other servants were lizard-like creatures that never spoke. A few of them were human. He finally met one, at the beginning of the second week, that actually knew something of value.
His name was Ganelon, and he was a Red Wizard of Thay.
Written by The Great Gumbo 06-15-2003 08:10 PM
Things have just been set in motion but so far everything has gone well.
Phase 1:
Enter their dimensional coordinates, confuse them by doing nothing then unleash hell upon them with almost every conceivable energy weapon there is.
Phase 2:
Teleport my personal strike-force into a sub-dimension within the city that was indicated to have been a long dead but still connected reality to the main grouping.
Have Hora Beak distort, bend and out-right slap silly chronological rules of time and space.
Phase 3:
Intiate several other major disasters to further distract and divide the resources of Nowhere'sville.
Success Rate? Still In Progress
In the ladies bathroom in one of the less used malls of Nowhere'sville, Thera gently places the box on a sink. Reaching over she pushes a switch and waits as the air begins to stagnate, transmitting a lethal chemical discharge that kills everyone else in the rest-room and intiates a chain-reaction with the atmosphere causing it to be formed into the same deadly bio-agent that it is.
Smiling Thera washes her hands and reports on her completed mission.
Far on the other side of Nowhere'sville Jaime moves with cybernetic precision and strides through the sewers defense systems with relative ease.
At the very bottom of the system; Jaime places a box of similiar design and colors to Thera's on the floor. Throwing a switch on the box nano-bots are released which immediately begin to convert all matter around it into crystaline materials. Leaving unaffected only that which it was programmed to avoid.
Zin moves at her own slow and continous pace, brushing past the sea-weed and knocking aside the under-water life that won't scurry away from her; she places third box near a basalt formation.
Programmed to go off when she leaves the ocean; hundreds of thousands of volcanoes should go off at that exact moment.
This is a hefty one; one nice game of dodge ball between Nowhere'sville and asteroids over eighty miles wide should be good enough to satisfy the bossman.
Grabbing the behemonth of a rock; she casually throws it at several million miles per hour and gaining every second towards the pan-dimensional city known as Nowhere'sville.
In one of the defense sattelites orbitting Nowhere'sville.
Sir! A asteroid of over eight miles in length has been cited as suddenly changing course and coming toward us at an incredible speed!
Private, we can handle one Asteroid of those proportions even with the recent complecations.
But Sir! Its not just one, there have been reported of numbers in the hundreds!!
The officer in charge begins to sweat noticable, Yes Private, this could prove to be a problem.
So Robbin you do know what the plan is don't you? You do have the annoying habit of missing important meetings from time to time and it would be to say the least problematic if you didn't know what was going on.
Yea, yeah; I go in and start ripping into them, you use your Bond like spy skills to sneak in. Cause their weather satellites to mal-function and wait for the signal to cause the base to send a strong electro-magnetic pulse to all the right coordinates in the magnetic field surrounding this dump to reverse the magnetic poles.
While all this is going on Crow goes in shape-shifter style, steals the Sphere and we all port out.
Good enough for you Recluse?
Yes, she angerly mumbles...its obvious you know what to do, so start doing that what you love to do and kill some people.
I don't love doing it; I just don't have any problem with doing it. There is a difference in case you don't know it.
And everything goes on much like Death Robbin described, she causes a distraction by murauding through the employee's and soldiers garrisoned there.
Recluse causes the malfunctions she was assigned too and Crow manages to steal the Sphere.
The devices left there cause much mayhem and havoc adding more chaos to the panic stricken citizens and military.
As the cosmic tredding, dimensional jumping thieves prepare to leave this universe they give Nowhere'sville and it a couple more presents.
Speeding up the suns personal time field they cause it to turn into a blackhole far before its time.
While using a particle accelerator to cause strangelets to form, which attract the spinning nothingness that makes reality in general into clusters which should spread in a chain reaction which if left unstopped will destroy the universe and revert it back into a pre-big bang like status.
Written by Manuel 06-15-2003 09:30 PM
Ganelon proved an interesting conversation partner, though I picked up right away that he wasn't the sort of guy I could ever trust. He had that cold manner of someone who sees everybody around him as a resource to exploit. He, too, had a Demensional Anchor collar. Ganelon informed me that, ironically enough, it was the Wizards of Thay who first invented the damn things. I wondered how he felt about being the prisoner of one, then.
It still baffles me as to why Klauth never took my Psi-amplifiers. Even with them, the battle to resist his summoning and then his Fear aura had left me drained for nearly a day, he could certainly have take them, and it would make escape even more unlikely. I didn't know if a Proxy could even overpower the collar and the Wards he had in his sanctuary in the mountains, certainly not a pseudo-Proxy like me.
Ganelon told me more of the Gem Dragons, which eventually became the key to my escape from Klauth's clutches. Several of them lived in the mountains here, as gateways to the "Plane of Earth" exist here in these mountains. They were psionic beings, as well, rather than magical. Delving and dowsing eventually allowed me to locate a few of them, though I dared not contact them yet.
This world was fearsome, unknown to me except through my vague recollections of college D&D sessions, and I was denied the use of most of my mobility, as the Anchor made teleportation impossible.
I had been helpless and friendless on an alien world before. To my suprise once again, however, I found that it wasn't something you got used to.
Written by The MunchKING 06-16-2003 08:03 AM
Fans around Munchy: Boooooooooooooooooo!!!
Calisto: Vs. William Wallace!!!!!!!!!!
Fans around Munchy: YEAH!!!!
Calisto: and here's our Special Guest refree: Maximus!!
Maximus: AREYOU NOT HERE!! IS THIS NOT WHAT YOU ARE HERE FOR!!!! ARE YOU NOT ENTERTAINED!!!!!!!!! *Waves sword*
Croud: YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!
Callisto: All right... Let the match... BEGIN!!!
Written by The MunchKING 06-16-2003 05:31 PM
Fan 1: LUCKY SHOT!!!
Fan 2: KILL The REF!!!
Fan 3: YEAH!! Conan's cheating!!!
Conan Fan: Whuchu talking about?? Conan's OWNING him fair and square!!
Fan3: RRRRR>.. *pow*
Fan 2: Get HIM!!
C Fan: Hey you dirty little Punk!! Get those Losers!!
As the WW fans mob the Conan Fans a general riot starts to break out. The MunchKING sighed and tried to watch the Entertainment as the riot grew progressivly worse.
Written by The MunchKING 07-08-2003 07:23 PM
"Well looked like Conan won after all. 6000 Gp bet... MAN!! I love this place... After I collect my winnings I feel like going on a treasure Binge... Time for more Packratting."
Written by The MunchKING 07-10-2003 06:27 AM
I want this.
*The clerk looks at him*
"7 bucks kid."
*The MunchKING's eyes glare at the contempt in in the man's voice but forks over the money. grabbing the book he flips it open to the back and Reads some quick details.*
YES!!! I shall BE INVINCABLE!!
"Yeah, yeah kid... Could you do that aWAY from the counter??"
*The MunchKING glares at the guy before walking out. The first step in his plan was complete... he know had the vital information he needed...*
Written by The MunchKING 07-10-2003 05:44 PM
*He quickly dissappeared, and reappeared in front of a library.*
Alright, she should be summoning right about...
*He walked in the Library Just in time to see a Grey haired lady.*
Now!
*the Lady began to chant Summoning Dues Ex Machina !!*
Coolness!!, I bet I could do that... But best to make sure...
*He waited for the Chaos to die down then tapped her on the shoulder. *
"Hey could you tell me where you learned that spell??"
*The grey haired lady handed him a book*
"Here I was returning it anyway."
*the MunchKING grinned*
Thank you...
