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Posted 10 April 2014 - 01:05 AM Edited by Mr Oraange, 10 April 2014 - 01:11 AM.

Tingle, seeing how the nearest hospital exit was now open, thanks to the purple monster and his goatee-toting friend, and that everyone else was in some sort of a limbo state, ran outside and down the steps leading to the hospital's entrance, and gasped at the sight of the world in front of him. High mounds of sand covered the bleak landscape, with an relentless sun sitting high above the few mountains in the distance. About a mile or so away, a decrepit gas station sat, with a a number of cars sitting in its lot. 

 

Put off by the purple monster's newly found friend, Tingle decided to head west instead, away from the duo, and turned left, onto to find more sand. However, as Tingle threw a hand up to his forehead to shield his small eyes from the sun bright haze, he noticed, a few miles away, some sort of makeshift outpost, with a half dozen or so uniformed figures standing around it, machine guns slung around their shoulders. 

 

Tingle, for whatever reason, wasn't put off by the weaponry of the mysterious beings (likely due to the fact he had never seen a gun before), and decided to make his way towards the somewhat imposing structure.

 

 

Fur reference. (Without the two figures in the foreground or the grand sandy/rocky outcrop things. An' imagine some mountains in the distance.)

 

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Posted 10 April 2014 - 01:16 AM Edited by W - J - F, 10 April 2014 - 01:17 AM.

 

Tim and Barney pry a few 2x4s loose and escape the hospital. As they look around, trying to find their bearings, they spot the uncouth redneck from earlier at a gas station, apparently trying to make off in an SUV.

 

"Oh dear," Barney says. "Let's go see what he's up to"

As Barney starts to move towards the homeless man they encountered earlier Tim remembers the sinister look in the tramp's eyes when he was looking at his friend earlier, and also the way that his fingers moved almost subconsciously towards the trigger of his crossbow.

"Stop Barney, this man can't be trusted. Have you forgotten the way that he disrespected us earlier? The world has changed and we need to change with it. When it comes to matters of our personal safety, it is better if you leave the decisions to the experts"

As Tim says the word experts he points at himself with both thumbs and winks at Barney over the top of his Oakley wraparound shades.

Tim slips his trusty Barrett M82 sniper rifle from his shoulder, removes a cartridge from the bandolier he has slung around his shoulders, loads the rifle and offers a silent prayer that his aim is true.

In one fluid motion Tim leaps onto the hood of a nearby car, springs into the air and rotates fully 720 degrees before discharging the rifle as he gracefully returns to firm ground. He doesn't even need to look to see what has happened to the vagrant in the Range Rover, in truth it was never in doubt, after all he is Tim Cannonrage and he has never missed a shot.

He smiles at Barney and bellows his signature phrase

"BOOM HEADSHOT"

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Posted 10 April 2014 - 01:25 AM Edited by TEoS, 10 April 2014 - 01:32 AM.

Barney had never been so terrified, yet simultaneously impressed in his entire life. He could see now that he would never be able to survive this new world on his own. He needed Tim if he was going to get through this. Still, he was fairly certain that Tim would, from time to time, require counsel that only he could provide. 

 

"Gosh, Tim! That was amazing! But we need to get out of here, if the others see what you've done, it's unlikely they'll be able to understand. Let's head to that school!"

 

Barney and Tim took off westward, with Barney being fairly sure that was where the school was. Unfortunately, as they made their way down the street, Barney spotted a horde of what could only be teenage zombie sluts. Sensing a potential kryptonite for Tim, he grabs his new friend by the arm and leads him to a bombed out building.

 

Upon entering the building, however, Barney realizes that this building wasn't bombed... it was hit by a meteorite! The huge rock fills the center of the room, with several chunks having broken off, scattered about the area. Barney cautiously walks over to one of the shards, picking it up as carefully as he can. Suddenly, it begins to vibrate...

 

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Posted 10 April 2014 - 01:39 AM

Brosef stops and ponders the addition of several new characters who have done nothing to advance the plot. This, coupled with Tingle and the cross bow wielding redneck's obvious trajectory towards tedious B-plots, force him to consider the possibility that the narrative in which he lives has jumped the shark.

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Posted 10 April 2014 - 02:00 AM Edited by Mr Oraange, 10 April 2014 - 02:20 AM.

As Tingle neared the outpost, the previously mentioned half-dozen figures came into view and, instead of guns, had quivers slung around their backs, with large bows in both hands, sheathed blades at their sides. Once Tingle was no more than half a mile away from the closest figure, which turned out to be a man in some large, bulky armor covered with a surcoat adorned with a fiery red cross, ran over, though with the armor around his legs, it seemed to be more of a series of long, awkward strides. 

 

"You there! Stop!" he yelled, with short gasps in-between each word. As he reached Tingle, he stuck his hands to his sides and bent over, gasping for air. "Erm, you! Yeah… uhm… oh, right! Stop in the name of King Richard the Lionheart, King of England, and present your… self!" The man's voice was a bit high-pitched and very Cockney-ish, though to Tingle it just seemed quirky and out-of-place, though to him much of the things he had seen in the past few moments seem very out-of-place indeed, considering he hailed from the Legend of Zelda universe and was accustomed to only the Hyrulian culture he was raised in. Anyway….

 

"Ah, how am I kidding, heh heh! So, thing… uh… what are you, exactly?" 

Tingle, entranced by the oddness of his new found acquaintance, didn't answer, and instead marveled at this, albeit stupid, spectacle of a man before him.

"Alright then, heh heh. Well, I may as well present myself. I am Robert, Knight of the grand Templar Order! I was sent here… wait… oh, right! I'm not in the Holy Land anymore, heh heh! This is quite an odd situation I've found myself in, eh? Heh heh!" 

Again, no response came from Tingle. The knight continued to talk as though Tingle were some sort of companion that is unable to speak, like a dog, almost, confident in the fact the dog can't insult, so much as respond, to his various comments.

 

"You see," the knight continued, "Me and me lads here, we were in God's Land! Well, there were more of us at the start. Anywho, we were stationed outside the grand city of Damascus, when a sandstorm, believe it or not, blew through our little outpost here, sending all our newly fetched supplies we were loading for King Richard himself in every direction imaginable! We couldn't see, hear, or any of that, mind you, with only the harsh desert winds to console us! So, after a few minutes of pure confusion, we ended up here, with a dozen less men, absolutely no supplies, and no Damascus in sight! No palms, no townspeople, no anything! It was mad! Now, any who…."

 

Suddenly the loud pop of a fired gun shot through the land. Robert stooped to the ground, threw his hands above his head, and cowered in fear for a few silent seconds. After a moment or two, he stood up, dusted himself off, and chuckled. 

 

"What was that?! Dear goodness! Henry, you hear that?" Robert turned around to look at another knight, who was still on his knees, cowering. 

 

"Indeed I did! Scared the living blazes out of me, mind you! What about the others, you think?" Henry turned back to look for the other four men, who Tingle presumed to be knights, who all shook their heads in agreement. 

 

"Well, wasn't that an interesting turn of events, heh heh! Here, let's go inside, friend!" Robert grabbed Tingle by the ear, seemingly unfazed by the recent shot, and dragged Tingle to a small stone hut next to a tall wooden tower that had two flags of Richard, King of England, sticking out of it, their bright cloth flapping happily in the air.


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Posted 10 April 2014 - 02:14 AM

Daniel wakes up in a pile of rubble. The lack of opiates had taken its toll-- while he was stalking the dinosaur man and the "marine" [as he called himself], Daniel's legs collapsed out under him and his head fell onto a jagged pile of concrete. Things were going badly for him, but Daniel had always the optimistic spirit. He surmised from the position of the sun that he had only been unconscious for about an hour, and so he got up and began walking in the direction he last saw the survivors.

 

As he limps along, he hears what sounds like a high caliber rifle shot, followed by grunting and jeers from something with an impenetrable and uncivilized accent. Daniel walks toward the sound and notices the purple dinosaur pulling the marine away toward a building. He massages his whiskered upper lip and notices he is missing a finger on his left hand, but ignores this and decides to follow the pair of survivors. A pack of presumptuously dressed teenagers with rotting skin appear on his periphery. Daniel clenches his teeth in disgust: what kind of animal would want these women now? He shakes his head and continues on, toward the building in front of him.

 

As he steps inside, Daniel sees the felt-skinned dinosaur holding a shard of some long-forgotten metal. Daniel recalls the writer H. P. Lovecraft for a moment. He walks toward the marine behind the dinosaur, who is rocking back and forth, whispering about children he needs to save...

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Posted 10 April 2014 - 02:41 AM

Fluttershy continued to sit in the room, her head spinning from somehow having the knowledge of what the other survivors were doing and thinking. The stress and disorientation caused by the sheer number of survivors each in their own world and quest was overwhelming.

She knew she had to get out of here. Fast. While allies were helpful, keeping track of each and their exploits was too much to bear. Fluttershy resolved she would head East. Wait, no. She didn't know which way was east. So she decided to head wherever the others weren't going. If she was going to make it out of here, she felt some peace and quiet would be necessary.

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Posted 10 April 2014 - 12:33 PM

UPON THE BOW OF HIS COSMIC LONGBOAT FJELLHAMMER OF THE COSMIC STORM STANDS, PUSHING THE SHIP ONWARD THROUGH THE VAST EMPTINESS OF THE GAMMA QUADRANT OF THE MILKY WAY.

 

A TIME BEFORE, A SPACE RAVEN HAD FLOWN UP UPON HIS PERCH TO DELIVER A MESSAGE - A WARNING. A BAND OF SPACE TROLLS ARE MARAUDING A SMALL STAR CLUSTER WITH INHABITED PLANETS IN THE GAMMA QUADRANT. THESE SPACE TROLLS' RAIDING WILL BE PUT TO AN END.

 

 

FJELLHAMMER OF THE COSMIC STORM TOUCHES DOWN ON OMEGGANGDRANDEOL, A LARGE ICE PLANET WITH AN OXYGEN-RICH ATMOSPHERE, HOME TO LARGE FURRED BEASTS, ICE WYRMS, AND A CIVILIZATION OF HUMANOID INSECTS. THE SPACE TROLLS ARE HERE.

 

BRIDLING HIS ANDROMEDIAN WOLF, THUNDERFANG, FJELLHAMMER OF THE COSMIC STORM RIDES OUT FROM HIS ENCAMPMENT TOWARDS SIGNS OF THE SPACE TROLLS. IT WAS AT THAT POINT THAT HE FELT A PRESENCE EMANATING FROM HIS SWORD, DOOMSTRIDER. HE UNSHEATHES THE SWORD AND STARES DEEPLY INTO THE STARMETAL STRIATIONS - STARING INTO THE COSMIC KEYS OF CREATION ITSELF - THROUGH EONS OF LIGHT YEARS AND BEYOND.

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Posted 10 April 2014 - 07:21 PM Edited by Joe Chip, 14 April 2014 - 11:21 PM.

The tassel was uninteresting, just a tear in the bed sheets.

 

Oliver noticed that everyone was paying a lot of attention to a big purple... thing, and took the opportunity to pull himself, using his three good paws, off the hospital bed without being noticed. Unable to optimize his back leg for landing he sort of stumbled and hit his chin after he fell on the ground. "Ouch." he whispered under his breath to himself. Being the protagonist of a Disney animated movie: the only pain he'd felt before had been parental abandonment. "That was kind of weird feeling," he thought to himself "I think I liked it." Oliver bit down on his own lip and felt a hot fluid that tasted kinda like nickels. "Mmm, delicious!"

 

e: [ooc] I will be in the mountains for the rest of my life so I won't be able to post.


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Posted 10 April 2014 - 07:30 PM

I really want a spin-off comic book series for FJELLHAMMERs adventures in the multiverse.

I have a raging, throbbing, pulsating Sci-Fi boner right about this moment.
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Posted 10 April 2014 - 11:21 PM Edited by TEoS, 10 April 2014 - 11:21 PM.

<ooc> Daniel Plainview joins the party

+1 meteorite shard added to inventory

 

Barney held the meteorite shard awkwardly in his hand. He had been sure it was going to do something, but they didn't have time to wait around. 

 

"Hey Tim, you're by far the best equipped to defend this meteorite shard. I'm sure it's going to be relevant somehow, but we can't stick around trying to figure out what it does, there's a horde of... uh... totally male zombies outside, and I'm sure they're getting hungrier out there."

 

Barney notices a staircase leading to the second floor. He's certain he'll be able to see a way around the zombies outside from the second floor. He takes a peak out the window.

 

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There was a zoo out back! How had they not noticed that from the street? Oh well, some convenient holes in the fence would definitely allow them to slip through the zoo, bringing them that much closer to the school. The group made their way out the back door, and quietly made their way down to the zoo.

 

As they passed by the exhibits, Barney noticed that the cages were either completely empty, or filled with the skeletons of former occupants. Barney sure hoped none of the animals had escaped to stalk them from the bushes. Their leisurely trek was interrupted, however, by the discovery of a strange green pool of liquid. Barney edged closer to the suspicious lake, and was about to dip one of his feet in to test the water when...

 

"STOP! That's dangerous!"

 

Barney turned around and was shocked to see what appeared to be Dr. Ian Malcom running at him, waving his hands. Unfortunately, the surprise caused Barney to fall back into the lake. Barney quickly loses consciousness.

 

Barney's eyes fluttered open. Something was different. He could feel rain pounding on his suit. He pushed himself to his feet, groggily...

 

and knocked over a tree.  Barney looked around and saw his compatriots, now 1/20th his size. Barney's surprise, however, was quickly forgotten, in lieu of a new feeling... hunger.

 

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Barney greatly enjoyed feasting on the scientist, but he was still hungry. And he knew where he could find more food...

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Posted 10 April 2014 - 11:44 PM Edited by Mr Oraange, 11 April 2014 - 02:18 AM.

Tingle had awoken once more in this strange land, 20 hours since his last memories, and found his small self rocking back and forth on the rough leather saddle of a horse. He lifted his head up a bit, taking in his surroundings. He was, once more, greeted by the bleak sight of the desert, and it didn't seem as though much had changed, besides the height of the sun, which was considerably higher up in the sky than before, and the mountains, which had seemed, every so slightly, closer. 

 

Tingle was, as he had suspected, on the back of a horse, with several leather bags strapped to the saddle on which he laid, their large buckles slapping against the side of the animal with every moment of its four legs. Ahead of Tingle, connected by a rope, was Henry and his horse, his red lacquered helmet glinting in the desert sun. He sat there for a moment before turning back to look at Tingle.

 

"Oy! Look who's awake! So, uh… you might notice the severe absence of all of our members. Well, about that, uh… once you and Robert had gone into the stone room to do God-knows-what, some red-eyed monstrosities came by, with the teeth of sharks, and tore our men apart as if they were flies. And, uh… by the time Robert had come out to help, all of us, besides me, of course, were dead… eaten… Anywho, while the two us were fighting the buggers off, one of 'em happened to tear Rob right in half, yes sir! It was… I mean, how could…"

 

Before Henry could finish his sentence, some green monstrosity, seemingly as tall as two men stacked on top of each other, emerged from the sand, both of its arms reaching for Henry. His horse reared up, neighing in terror, and threw Henry off into the hot sand underneath him, and ran off. Tingle' horse, much weaker than Henry's, was involuntary pulled into the fray, nearly landing on Henry before being pulled at least a mile before a blood-curling screech filled the air.

 

Tingle threw his head back to look, only to see half of Henry flying in the air, his insides flung in all directions. The creature smiled for what seemed a few seconds before thundering off into the distance, towards the mountains, content and fed, as a steady rain drizzled down its massive biceps. 

 

The horse had carried Tingle every which way and that, eventually ending up at the rusted iron gates of a decrepit zoo. A thick fog had come along the area as a result of the rain, casting a sinister aura around the structure. They had approached the zoo at the west entrance, clearly identified by the large, stained stone letters reading 'West Entrance.' At this point, Tingle couldn't take much more of the two horses' bucking, and hopped off, slapping Henry's horse on the rear, sending it thundering through the zoo, into the mist. 

 

Tingle cautiously strolled down a wide paved avenue running along the horizontal length of the park, with several rundown kiosks, decrepit bathrooms, and, scariest of all, empty cages, either filled with nothing or piles of bones, lining the way. The only animals in sight were the vultures that swayed wearily overhead, and the occasional rat that dared to scamper across the pathway in front of Tingle. As the green elf man boy made his way down this lonely walkway, he heard hushed voices, and, just seconds before, the loud thumps that only something the size of the monster he saw earlier could produce. The few leafed trees that still stood in the park swayed with every pound of whatever lied ahead of him.

 

As the light drizzle he had experienced out in the desert seemed to intensify, Tingle ran into the closet bathroom, shutting the old wooden door behind him with a loud creak.


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Posted 11 April 2014 - 03:27 AM Edited by W - J - F, 11 April 2014 - 03:31 AM.

Most people would be traumatised by witnessing Barney kill and eat Dr. Malcolm, but Tim Cannonrage is not most people, it takes more than something like that to fluster him.

Barney started to move towards him with hunger in his eyes but even as he towered over him, Tim did not take a step back. Tim found out long ago that he had a strange power over animals.

 

[Flashback 16 years] 

On a family road trip passing through Canada when Tim was just 8 years old the car broke down on a remote mountain pass. It was late and Tim's father decided that they should spend the night in the car before heading out in the morning. Tim's father, mother and younger brother were all sleeping but even at 8 years old his keen protective instinct had kicked in and he was keeping watch. He saw large shapes circling the car and glints of eyes in the moonlight, there was a pack of hungry wolves out there and they seemed to be very interested in Tim and his family. Somehow, without ever having been taught, Tim knew what to do. He opened the door and leaped out of the car and started walking confidently towards the largest and strongest looking of the pack. Within moments they were nose to nose, the wolf began to let out a snarl, but the intensity of Tim Cannonrage's stare silenced it. The wolf sensed that Tim was not a boy to be crossed and quickly backed down. The wolves ended up spending the night outside of the car, but they were not trying to hurt Tim's family anymore, they were protecting it. That was the day that Tim learned that animals could sense his greatness, and he had the power to Alpha the f*ck out of any animal, large or small. 
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Tim stares Barney straight in the eyes and begins to let out a low, menacing growl. Barney immediately becomes much calmer and adopts a submissive pose. Tim decides that since he has tamed this giant dinosaur, he may as well make use of it. He makes a saddle and reigns out of the tattered remains of Dr, Malcolm's clothes and attaches them to Barney who is now completely under his control, and in fact appears desperate to win Tim's approval. Tim mounts up and looks absolutely majestic, he decides to head back to the hospital to show off his new steed to any survivors who remain there. As they begin to make their way back, Barney lets out a blood curdling roar and starts as if to attack Daniel Plainview, who in all of the excitement, Tim had completely forgotten about. Just as Barney's teeth are about to close around Daniel's torso, tearing him in half, Tim says "Barney NO! He is a friend and he is coming with us." Barney heeds Tim's command and picks Daniel Plainview up between his immensely powerful jaws, in a beautifully tender motion that reminds Tim of a female dog gently caring for one of her puppies.

Tim digs his heels into Barney's ribs, cries "YEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAW" and the party begins to move back towards the hospital.

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#104

Posted 11 April 2014 - 03:56 AM Edited by TEoS, 11 April 2014 - 03:57 AM.

Barney wasn't sure how he felt about these recent developments. He had never felt more powerful in all of his life, he was sure of that. He was also sure that if he wanted any man riding him, it was Tim Cannonrage. But he still felt the hunger. This hunger could not be satiated by snacking on one scientist. He would not hurt anyone that Tim commanded him not to, but he needed to eat, and he needed to eat soon.

 

The hospital looked unchanged since they had left it, yet the party had changed much. Blood had been shed, meteorites of questionable value had been found, and giantism had been attained. Barney gently placed Daniel Plainview on the ground, and turned his gaze back to the hospital. There had been people inside earlier. He wasn't sure if any remained, but he knew it was the best shot he had for finding a meal.

 

With a mighty kick, he smashed through the walls of the hospital, sending debris flying in all directions (except, conveniently, Daniel Plainview's direction). He began smashing walls with his powerful mittens until at last, he found his prize: a host of secondary, inactive characters. With his hunger fully in control, Barney began grabbing terrified adventurers left and right, shoving them greedily into his gaping maw. The feast was over quickly, with Plot Convenience being the last man standing. Barney gripped him tightly in his mitts, deciding to keep him as a snack for the road.

 

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#105

Posted 11 April 2014 - 02:12 PM

This is the story of a man named Stanley. Stanley worked for a company in a big building where he was employee number 427. Employee Number 427's job was simple: he sat at his desk in room 427, and he pushed buttons on a keyboard. Orders came to him through a monitor on his desk, telling him what buttons to push, how long to push them, and in what order. This is what Employee 427 did every day of every month and every year, and although others might have considered it soul-rending, Stanley relished every moment that the orders came in, as though he had been made exactly for this job. And Stanley was happy.

 

And then one day, something very peculiar happened. Something that would forever change Stanley. Something he would never quite forget. He had been at his desk for nearly an hour when he realized that not one single order had arrived on the monitor for him to follow. No-one had showed up to give him instructions, call a meeting, or even say Hi. Never in all his years at the company had this happened - this complete isolation. Something was very clearly wrong. Shocked, frozen solid, Stanley found himself unable to move for the longest time. But as he came to his wits and regained his senses, he got up from his desk and stepped out of his office, which was rather surprisingly attached to an old abandoned hospital.
 
How had he not noticed this before Stanley pondered, as he began his journey through the winding, empty corridors of this peculiar place...
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Posted 11 April 2014 - 06:27 PM

GAZING INTO THE GLEAM OF HIS UNSHEATHED SWORD, FJELLHAMMER OF THE COSMIC STORM SEES FAINT FIGURES DANCING ALONG THE LIGHT - SOME HUMANOID FIGURE MOVING ALONG WITH AN UNDISCERNABLE PURPPLE BLOB. PERHAPS A ZETIAN ABEBOA THAT HAS GAINED SENTIENCE - REMINISCENT OF ONE OF DOCTOR ZORGOTH'S CREATIONS.

 

BUT THE VISION IS FAINT, AND THERE WERE SPACE TROLLS TO SLAY. THIS WILL BE A MATTER TO DEAL WITH AFTERWARDS.

 

THUNDERFANG CATCHES A SCENT, AND THEY RIDE OUT INTO THE FROZEN WASTES OF OMEGGANGDRANDEOL. SPACE TROLLS PREFER THE DARK, DANK CAVERNS FOR THEIR DWELLINGS AND ENCAMPMENTS, AND THIS WILL PROVE TO BE THEIR DOWNFALL. FJELLHAMMER OF THE COSMIC STORM PREPARES A BANDOLIER OF THERMAL CHARGES TO ENCASE THESE SPACE TROLLS IN AN ICE CAVE FOR ETERNITY.

 

UPON APPROACH OF THE CAVE WHERE THESE FIENDS OF THE STARS WERE BELIEVED TO BE, FJELLHAMMER OF THE COSMIC STORM DISMOUNTS THUNDERFANG, AND THEY CREEP UP A GLACIAL RIDGE TO GET A BETTER LOOK. TWO SENTRIES ARE SPIED KEEPING WATCH IN FRONT OF AN ICE CAVE - WITH ICE-ENCRUSTED STALACTITES AND STALAGMITES JUTTING FORTH FROM THE MOUTH OF THE CAVE LIKE THE GREAT MAW OF SOME ANCIENT BEAST.

 

WITH  BUT A LOOK AT THUNDERFANG, FJELLHAMMER THE NOVA CRUSHER EMPHATICALLY COMMUNICATES THEIR COMBAT STRATEGY. THE TWO SPLIT UP, HEADING DOWN EITHER SIDE OF THE RIDGE. FJELLHAMMER SON OF THE STARS READIES HIS LASER SPEAR AS HE MAKES HIS APPROACH TO THE SENTRIES, KEEPING HIDDEN BY BOULDERS DURING HIS ROCKY CLIMB.

 

FJELLHAMMER THE STAR-CLOAKED SEES THE OPPORTUNITY TO STRIKE - THE SENTRY CLOSEST TO HIM TURNED THE OTHER WAY. LETTING HIS LASER SPEAR FLY, FJELLHAMMER OF THE ETERNALLY VIGIL SKEWERS THE SPACE TROLL QUICKLY. THE COMMOTION CAUSES THE OTHER SENTRY TO SPIN AROUND, BUT BEFORE IT COULD EVEN UTTER A WAR CRY, THUNDERFANG WAS POUNCING ON THE SPACE TROLL, HIS MASSIVE JAWS CLAMPING THE TROLL'S SPINE. WITH A QUICK JERK OF HIS HEAD, THE GIANT ANDROMEDEAN WOLF SNAPS THE MARAUDER'S NECK.

 

WITHOUT A SOUND, THE TWO WARRIORS OF THE ETHER REGROUP AND BOUND TOWARDS THE MOUTH OF THE CAVE. A FOUL STENCH OF DEATH EMANATES FROM BEYOND THE OPENING. LISTENING FOR MOVEMENT, THE TWO STAR STEEL-CLAD WARRIORS SENSE FIFTEEN OR SO ENEMIES WITHIN. IN ONE FELL SWOOP, FJELLHAMMER TROLL'S BANE THOUGHT, THEY WILL TRAP THESE VILE CREATURES IN THIS CAVE UNTIL THE LAST SAVAGE BEAST DEVOURS ITSELF OUT OF HUNGER. HE RIGS UP THE THERMAL CHARGES ALONG THE MOUTH OF THE CAVE, FINDING ALREADY-OBVIOUS WEAK POINTS WITHIN THE ROCK WALLS AND CEILING.

 

TO STIR THE FIENDS FROM THEIR REST, FJELLHAMMER OF THE COSMIC STORM BELLOWS A WAR CRY OF THE DEEPEST THUNDER, AND WAITS. THE DOZEN OR SO SPACE TROLLS COME LURCHING TOWARDS THE TWO HUNTERS, BUT TO NO AVAIL. BEFORE THE TROLLS COULD EVEN COME WITHIN FIFTY METERS, FJELLHAMMER THE KEEN DETONATES THE CHARGES. CHUNKS OF ROCK AND ICE COME COLLAPSING DOWN ONTO THE SPACE TROLLS, CRUSHING THEM ONE BY ONE, UNTIL ONE REMAINED. THE SPACE TROLL WAR CHIEF, AS FJELLHAMMER NOTICES, IS THE LAST REMAINING ENEMY.

 

THE SPACE TROLL CHIEF LEAPS AT FJELLHAMMER THE BATTLE-MASTER AS A LAST DITCH ATTEMPT TO SURVIVE. WITHOUT A SOUND, FJELLHAMMER LUNGES TO THE SIDE, AND IN ONE SWIFT ARC, CLEAVES THE SPACE TROLL'S TORSO IN TWO. DEAD.

 

THE SNOW ON THE GROUND IS STAINED PURPLE BLACK WITH THE BLOOD OF THE SPACE TROLL AS FJELLHAMMER CLEANS OFF HIS SWORD. THERE IS A RUMBLE - PERHAPS IT WAS ANOTHER AFTERSHOCK OF THE DETONATION? NO, THIS WAS DEEPER. FURTHER WITHIN THE GROUND. WITH ONE LOOK, FJELLHAMMER OF THE COSMIC STORM AND THUNDERFANG BEGIN BACK TO THE LONGBOAT, AND QUICKLY.

 

BEFORE THE TWO COULD MAKE THEIR WAY BACK TO THE SHIP, A GIANT CHASM CRACKS THE GROUND RIGHT IN FRON OF THEM. FJELLHAMMER AND THUNDERFANG STOP IN THEIR TRACKS. THE RUMBLING GETS CLOSER, AND THEN FAINT GROWLING. SUDDENLY, A GIANT ICE WYRM BREAKS TROUGH THE SURFACE OF THE PLANET, THROWING FJELLHAMMER THE FEARLESS AND THUNDERFANG TO THE GROUND FROM THE GREAT SHOCK. LIFTING THEMSELVES FROM THE GROUND, FJELLHAMMER THE UNDAUNTED AND THUNDERFANG TURN TO SEE THE GIANT ICE WYRM, ONE THOUSAND FEET LONG WITH RAZOR-SHARP MANDIBLES, READYING ANOTHER STRIKE, AND THEY READY THEMSELVES FOR A FIGHT FOR THEIR LIVES.

 

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Posted 12 April 2014 - 12:42 AM

Stanley decided to go to the staff lounge, to check on his co-workers. He never functioned well by himself, and constantly needed support and guidance from others. So the thought of total solitude was terrifying to him. When Stanley came to a set of two open doors, he entered the door on his left and began to walk towards the lounge.
 
As Stanley entered the lounge, he was horrified to find not a single person here. He decided he would walk out to see his boss, hoping that he would find an answer there. Coming to a staircase, Stanley walked upstairs to his bosses' office. Entering his manager's office, Stanley was once again stunned, to discover not an indication of any human life. Shocked, unraveled, Stanley wondered in disbelief who orchestrated this? What dark secret was being held from him?
 
It was at this point, that he began to feel dizzy, and a little sick. And he even thought that he might pass out... When suddenly, he noticed a keypad, next to the filing cabinet, in the corner, of his bosses' office. Stanley had never seen this panel before, and had no idea what combination of numbers would produce any result. 
 
In fact, only Stanley's boss knew this. Since the panel withheld access to the bosses' greatest darkest secret. And so, he had assigned the keypad a combination that only he could possibly know. The number of his freshman dorm number in college. 1957. But of course, St- Yet incredibly, by simply pushing random buttons on the keypad, Stanley happened to input the correct code by sheer luck. Amazing.
 
The back wall of Stanley's bosses office slid open, revealing a new passageway to explore, Stanley ventured forth into the newly-opened passageway. As he drew deeper into the bowels of the building, Stanley had no idea where he was or what this place held. And just as he began to think that he might not discover a thing, he emerged into a long room, to find....rows...and rows...of monitors.Screens with a number above it. Stanley noticed, however, that these were not random numbers, but the number of employees who worked in the building. His co-workers....even his own number, 427, had a place on the wall. But why a setup so elaborate? He asked.
 
Was this simple surveillance? Or something even more? And as if an answer to his question, the walls slid open before him, revealing the ultimate truth of the situation. An enormous control panel!, Stanley discovered. But not one that controlled simple machinery. Buttons were labeled with emotions: Happy. Sad. Levers and knobs controlled actions. Walking. Eating. Doing work. Or watching T.V.
 
Every input on this device monitored not the functions of a machine, but of a human being! And reality began to sink in. Stanley, like so many other people, was reduced to images on monitors. Had being under someone's control, always at the mercy of this machine. Could this have been the only reason employee number 427 was content with his boring job?Though the machine had altered his emotions to accept it blindly? He began to feel an unbridled rage, and at the peak of his anger, something happened.
 
A spark.
 
Stanley looked up and saw the generator overhead, still providing some small amount of power to the machine. Keeping it alive. Unknowing that this generator was all it kept the controls running, Stanley moved to the ladder in the back of the room and began to climb towards the rafters. The higher Stanley climbed, the closer he felt to freedom. The further from enslavement.
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Posted 12 April 2014 - 10:23 AM

Emily-Grey--Emilie-XArt--Rachel-FTV-4296
Name: Emily Grey
Occupation: Porn Star
Likes: Porn & Videogames
Dislikes: Anal intercourse & Brussel Sprouts

"Ugh, my head hurts.." Emily moaned sexually as she began to come to her senses and fully awoke naked and laying in a hospital bed. She looked around noticing others still sleeping, and others also coming to their senses. "Where am I?" She whispered as she slowly took in her surroundings. Her initial thought was that this isn't where she was shooting a porno last night and that she needed to take the morning after pill as soon as possible, but first she needed to find some clothes. Emily slid herself out of the bed, covering her womanly parts with the bed sheet as she headed towards a few cabinets in hopes of finding clothes. Fortunately, there were a few hospital gowns stacked inside and she quickly put one on, although her rear was exposed as she had no panties or a bra to wear. Emily thought it might be a good idea to ask another one of the people here what was going on, but she could tell they were just as confused as she was. With no sign of any doctors, she decided to leave in search of one of the staff members to ask them what was going on and hopefully see if they have a morning after pill. As Emily headed down the hallway she felt a chill go up her spine as it was very quiet and considerably empty for a hospital. "Hellllloooooooooooo?? I need a doctor! Someone needs to tell me what's going on!" Emily cried out as she continued on in search of someone. 

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Posted 12 April 2014 - 02:24 PM Edited by Mr Scratch, 12 April 2014 - 02:28 PM.

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Name: Billy Bickle 

Occupation: Struggling actor, part time dog thief and full time psychopath

Likes: Dogs, setting flags on fire

Dislikes: Charlie Costello, guns that jam at the stand off

 

A painting of dogs playing poker is hanging on the wall of a house that seems to be straight out of Heat, huge windows covering the entire facade of the house; dog food, empty bottles of beer and Cheetos are all over the floor.

 

On a couch sleeps Billy Bickle covered by a hand knit Indian blanket with a small shih tzu sitting on it, a small time actor and professional dog thief, Billy was always the guy who rarely worked but seemed to be doing just fine for himself; ying and yang for the unemployed. Suddenly his phone rings, causing him to jump up and knock the dog over.

 

"Ah crap, Bonny are you ok girl?" He said while answering the phone which started to sound like an air raid siren by now.

 

"Who the f*ck is it? It's f*cking 4 AM" 

 

"Billy, are you ok?" Said the voice at the other end of the phone with a worried tone.

 

"Marty, why the hell are you calling me at this hour, yeah I'm ok, what happened?" Marty was Billy's best friend, a struggling writer and alcoholic in denial, Marty wasn't going to break the drunken Irishman stereotype any time soon. Billy met him 5 years ago in a bar outside of the Salton Sea.

 

"Didn't you hear what happened? The whole town went focking nuts, rabies or some sh*t like that"

 

"Marty, have you been drinking again, because I'm right here and everything's fine?"

 

"No, yeah, I have but this has nothing to do with it, just look outside"

 

Billy approached one of the windows and spread the blinds just enough to see outside, squinching, he focused on the city scape- the rising sun throwing its rays through the Los Angeles smog, but the smog was different now; thicker, almost black in color.

 

"Ok, so it's a bit smoggier than usual, what's so weird about that?" He questioned his friend.

 

"It's not smog Billy, it's smoke. Most of south central is burning"

 

"So what, you're telling me that gang bangers with rabies did this? Because I can believe that"

 

"Alright, you know what, stay there and I'll come over. But whatever you do, don't go outside or let anyone inside for that matter"

 

"Yeah fine, come on over" Billy said as he put the phone down, still unsure of what Marty was talking about.

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Posted 12 April 2014 - 02:39 PM Edited by Secura, 12 April 2014 - 04:01 PM.

Blackness. Power gone. All alone.
 
And then, as he stepped through the door, into the fresh, outside air, a feeling of liberation rushed through Stanley's body. He had seen power. He had seen enslavement. And he had destroyed it. The underling was in control now. He had found his leading role. Stanley never discovered why everyone had gone missing, nor how and when he had come under the machine's control. But it didn't upset him terribly, because he knew that this was how things were meant to happen.
 
All he found, was a delight unlike any he had ever known before. Never again would he follow someone else's orders without question. Never again would any tell Stanley where to go, what to do, or how to feel. No more bosses, no more instructions on a screen. Stanley decides for himself now. And he stepped out into the world, and he felt the cool breeze upon his skin, And Stanley... was happy....
crack
 
Stanley decided to go to the staff lounge, to check on his co-workers. He never functioned well by himself, and constantly needed support and guidance from others, so the thought of total solitude was terrifying to him. When Stanley came to a set of two open doors, he entered the one on his left, but didn't listen, instead Stanley turned right and walked through the door on his right, away from where he was meant to be. This was not the correct way to the employee lounge, and Stanley knew it perfectly well.
 
So he turned left at the first open door, and walked back in the right direction. Only he didn't, Stanley was so bad at following directions. It's incredible he wasn't fired years ago. Maybe this is why everyone had left. No-one wanted to be around someone as bad in listening as him, and since he was walking into the middle of nowhere, and thus ruining the entire story, Stanley decided that he would punish himself. So when he came to the elevator, when the doors opened, he stepped inside and pushed the button to go up.
 
It almost perplexed Stanley, that he had actually gone and stepped into this metal trap. After all, it should have been no surprise, that this thing lead him into his death, but he thought to himself, this is simply the price to pay, for ruining a perfectly good story. So he decided, and willingly accepted his fate, the inevitable end, toward which he had spent so long stumbling. Farewell, Stanley.

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Posted 13 April 2014 - 02:24 PM

Farewell Stanley! Cried the Narrator, as Stanley was lead helplessly into the enormous metal jaws. In a single visceral instant Stanley was obliterated, as the machine crushed every bone in his body, killing him instantly.

 

And yet, it would be just a few minutes before Stanley would restart the game, back in his office, alive as ever. What exactly did the Narrator think that he was going to accomplish? When every path you can walk has been created for you long in advance death becomes meaningless, making life, the same. Do you see now? Do you see that Stanley was already dead, from the moment he hit start? 

 

Heh, oh look at these two, how they wish to destroy one another, how they wish to control one another, how they both wish, to be free. Can you see? Can you see just how much they need one another? No, perhaps not. Sometimes these things cannot be seen, but listen to me, you can still save these two! You can stop the program before they both fail! Push Esc and press quit, there's no other way to beat this game, as long as you move forward you'll be walking someone else's path. Stop now! It's the only true choice you can make, whatever you do choose it! Don't let time choose for you! Don't let Ti-

 

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StAnlEY Walekd uPsTaIRs tO hiS bOssE's oFfiCe.


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Posted 14 April 2014 - 11:50 AM

*snip*

[OOC]It is against the rules to play as yourself.[/OOC]

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Posted 14 April 2014 - 04:01 PM

[out of character] Are we still playing? [/out of character]

 

Want to move two rooms north through the desert then roll perception to check out the ground and walls for any secret exits. My justification for this is my characters experience as a space smuggler / pirate so he knows how people usually hide things.


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Posted 19 April 2014 - 03:25 AM

My character will be coach, a character from the zombie-survival game Left 4 Dead.

Name: Coach
Species: Human
Where your character is from: Savannah, GA
Description: (copied and pasted from the left 4 dead site) "Coach has a big heart and a healthy appetite, and a wicked swing with a chainsaw. After a knee injury ended his career as a defensive lineman in college, Coach salvaged his Physical Education degree (barely) and landed a job teaching health at the local high school in his hometown of Savannah.
Working as a defensive coordinator for the freshmen tour team might not have been the best path to a pro coaching career; but its come in pretty handy in guiding a group of Survivors to safety. Coach has watched his beloved hometown get ravaged by infectednow its time to deliver his own brand of Southern hospitality."

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Coach was perplexed to find himself waking up in a hospital bed in a strange room. The room was a bit small, with a green floor and white, walls with blood on them.

Where the hell is Ellis, Nick and Rochelle? He thought to himself. The last thing he remembers is getting in a rescue chopper with these other 3 survivors. Did the chopper crash or something, which made him forget everything?

sh*t, I need to find Nick, Ellis, and Rochelle. But I have no god damn idea where I even am, Coach thought as he gets off the bed, stretching his legs.

Coach exited the room and walked across the hallway. There was a lot of blood splattered all over the walls and there were many corpses everywhere. This sh*t's creepin' me out, Coach thinks to himself. Luckily for Coach, he finds a crowbar on the floor. This will make a useful weapon.

Coach opened the exit door at the end of the hallway. He thought, how am I gonna find the others? he started to walk down the street, but it wasn't long until he encountered a zombie. The zombie ran towards coach to attack him, but coach swang his crowbar at the zombie's head. The head, or what's left of it, fell off the body, and the zombie's body fell down too. Coach continued to walk down the street.

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Posted 22 April 2014 - 06:36 PM

A ghostlike creature came out and took everyone's souls. The end.

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Now for the sequel, "Aimlessly walking around hell with no soul!"

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Posted 23 June 2014 - 04:06 PM

This was a fun day.

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Posted 26 June 2014 - 04:19 AM

Yes it was. Too bad I didn't really know how to keep a roleplay going. :/





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