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| Topic Started: Oct 22 2008, 03:36:45 AM (416 Views) | |
| Caboose | Oct 22 2008, 03:36:45 AM Post #1 |
We're not just sure, we're HIV+
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A fainéant epitomized, Raith Zerstörung sat listlessly in a booth that was one of many in a room of the fabled Arena he currently haunted. With the defamation of his once held pride, Raith had been in Althea for a good while though he had yet to do anything of absolutely importance due to his slothful nature, at least now anyway. He stared idly as he waited for his match to start, a one "Labyrinth". Something that he was oddly nervous as he hadn't really gotten nervous for anything that dealt with battling and such. But, it might be due to the fact that he sucked excessively generous amounts of cock. Who knows? Raith had elected to pair with a representative of the lovely species Piplup. This was an audacious decision as the old Raith had been devoutly anti-cute, anti-fag, and generally anti anything that didn't look obviously murderous. However now he was becoming or rather falling into what he had decided what was beneath him. Because of this, Raith, after the picking one of three items originating for a child's game, without thinking became intensely partial to the bulbously blue-headed penguin. Raith was pondering interesting names in his head to christen the Piplup when two arena officials noticeably walked toward him. Their pristine and stylish shoes squeaked menacingly on the tiled floor as they made their way over to the glaring Raith. They reached Raith stood over him as he slouched in the plastic chair, the Piplup on his lap looking up at them with a Piplup's version of disdain. One was a tremendously fat woman, wearing a man's suit that only accentuated her square head and mannish curly hair. The other arena official was a diminutive man, wearing a bowler hat and a much too big suit. He squinted at Raith with air of one looking at an annoying gnat as it lovingly gnawed on your skin. The man's nose was peculiarly sharp and it looked utterly comical as he spoke in a cold tone used to sound much bigger than the true faggot inside of him was. "Sir, you were supposed to be in the other waiting room as this is reserved for much more special participants. You can still enter the Arena today but you will be penalized for your idiocy." The great mound of a woman beside the mound pulled out a strange looking pokeball, obviously designed only for the Arena, and returned the Piplup as Raith watched flabbergasted. He was about to make a scene until the lady whipped out another peculiar pokeball and it released a pathetic-looking red fish onto the floor. It flopped around and gulped at the air. It stared up at Raith and the two annoying officials as it beat around in vain trying to find to water to up itself. Raith looked that and breathed in frustration. "Are you KIDDING me? Just because I accidental go in the wrong room, something that could have happened to anyone, I have to use a FUCKING Magikarp?" The woman sneered as the man glared at him. She spoke:"Sir, its quite clear in the contract you signed. Among the various possibilities such as death and massive injuries you might and will sustain in the Labyrinth, its stated quite clearly in Section 4; Part A; Paragraph 23,"She paused to clear her voice and read in monotone: "'Participants must follow all rules and regulations regardless of the opinion of said Participants. If any rules are violated, Person or Persons involved shall be punished ranging from disadvantages in the Arena to simple disqualification henceforth'. That means since you broke a clearly stated rule, we have every right to punish you. However, the gravity of you negligence is superfluous and thus the reason why you are getting this 'fucking magikarp' as you put it. Now you can leave or you participate in the Arena. Good day sir." The two hubristic officials trod off in their offensive suits, leaving a disgruntled Raith. He glared at the Magikarp briefly and shrugged. He scooped it up in his arms and walked to concourse of which he was to have already been. As the 'karp flapped in his arms, Raith reflected that the Magikarp had to have known two of the attacks that were part of the Labyrinth. Raith grew steadily more cheerful. The 'karp wasn't quite as the pathetic. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Raith grumbled as the sliding stone-like door slammed down behind him as he entered the Labyrinth. Ahead of him were twisted undulations of rough and unhewn rock, liable to break your neck if you fell on it sideways. He blinked as the air held a dust-like quality, creating a peculiar effect of lighting. Raith shook and focused on pressing matters, enough with those things that only photographers should worry about. Raith held the Magikarp in his hand, it flopped ungainly. As Raith ducked over a low hanging rock, massive discharge of electricity rushed past him, leaving his skin dry with static, and slammed into another outcropping of brown rock to his left. It burst in a violent and quick explosion. A voice called out to him, though it was garbled as Raith could barely hear and he looked to see a very feminine man and a violent Electabuzz standing next to him. Raith rubbed his ears in vain. "Dude . . . What? (The person is Willow and Piggy's posting next. Wait for her to post if you want to hijack, kthx) Edited by Caboose, Oct 24 2008, 03:19:08 AM.
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| Pig_catapult | Oct 23 2008, 03:28:59 PM Post #2 |
Delicious cake!
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Willow was all dressed for murder: A black wig, bobbed at just below chin-length, a clingy black tank top with a lightly frilled part that hung horizontally from the straps and square neckline and went around his shoulders, obscuring his chest and distracting people from its flatness, narrow-legged black pants tucked into black knee-boots, and, to touch it all off, fingerless black leather gloves with another pair of sheer, black dress gloves underneath to retain as much tactile sensation as possible while still screwing up fingerprints. Now, you might be wondering why "dressed for murder" in Willow's book seems to mean "going goth," but it has nothing to do with black's poetic connotations or wanting to emulate movie-style assassins. The simple reason is that blood stains are hell to wash out, and unless you get it all out while everything is still wet, you're probably going to be stuck with brownish stains, which tend to make your clothes look like crap. If your clothes are black, though, as long as they don't start fading too much, the cloth is already too dark for them to show up, which means that Willow can wear the same killing clothes more than once and still look fabulous. The fact that brownish stains showing up on your clothes shortly after a murder has happened is hella suspicious is purely secondary. That said, he was absolutely thrilled to have an Electabuzz on hand. If he got to keep it, no matter whether he decided to sell it or use it as his own, this thing would bring him a lot of profit. And even before that, electrocution was such a fun way to kill people. ♥ Orobos had promised to not join him in the Labyrinth, so as to comply with the Arena rules, but it could not be said that the Azed's influence had not increased Willow's natural tendency for bloodthirsty glee. "Did something move over there? (hehee!) Let's zap it." ♥ Bloodthirsty, giggling glee, that is. With hearts. Electabuzz was more than happy to comply, sending a -- Willow couldn't be assed to remember what the more powerful attack was called. Charge Cannon? Spark Blast? Warning High Voltage Keep Out? -- at whatever it was that moved. Willow's excitement faded a little bit as the rock exploded with no sign of a dead body, and dropped more when he heard the words "Dude... what?", further confirming his failure to kill the other guy. "Who's there?" ((OOC: *looks at Caboose's post* *looks at my post* I feel short. =< But thar be my post. Is it good enough?)) ((OOC2: Wait, that's the wrong shade of pink. Caboose, what hex code do you use? Willow's is #9d7db8, by the way)) Edited by Pig_catapult, Oct 24 2008, 12:36:04 PM.
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| Caboose | Oct 26 2008, 02:56:48 PM Post #3 |
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We're not just sure, we're HIV+
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Raith looked at the man in a look of stupidity and lack of understanding. he heard the man talk again and he caught snippets of what head said be guessed the meaning of what was being and assumed he was correct. He fumbled with the words as he was still taken aback at almost being reaved from the world of the living but he mumbled out a few comprehensible words. "Uh . . . I, uh. I'm, like, Raith, yeah. I'm Raith Zerstörung. Raith waited to see any reaction as he held Asthynica, the Magikarp that he named in the few seconds right before almost being killed by the violent electrical fusillade. It flailed pathetically in a futile attempt to swim through the air. Drool dripped ungainly from her mouth as Raith shook his head in disgust. Raith took and another look at the 'man' if you could even call a person like that a man. He then took a look at the Electabuzz, breathing heavily and grinning at Raith at which he returned a disdain-filled glare. He guessed that the man would serve his interests and to team of up with this person-dude would work in his favor as all he had was Asthynica and she wasn't something to rely on. That Electabuzz would be rather useful, though considering it missed him, Raith prayed that was just blind luck and the Electabuzz didn't suck massive donkey dick at aiming and shit. "So, uh dude. Despite the faggy presence of thar," Raith waved his hand at Asthynica impatiently,"I think that it would benefit both of us if we sort of, like, stuck together. Especially Raith ended his nervous asservation and hoped he had not aggrandized the man as sound coming from a path right of Raith. Both he and the man turned as the sound reminiscent of an ax slashing vainly into rock. Though, Raith doubted most people could place that sound as only stupid shits like him tried to break rock with an ax. Raith turned around to ask the man, or the Electabuzz, whatever, to see if they should, like, gtfo of there when a freezing ass blast of water struck him in the small of his twisted back. He was caught off guard as the paroxysm sent him into the adjacent wall of rock. A brief flash of rough dolor precluded an ungainly slide to the floor. Blood trickled down from a head wound, tickling his face like an infant's fingers, his face oleaginous with blood. He moaned quietly and looked up at the attacker. A Milotic rested on its limb-less body, an ominous sound eminating from the massive feminine creature. Raith called out to Asthynica, completely forgetting about the man behind him. The stupid fish had been dropped to the floor and jumped its pathetic signature movement. However, the Milotic had slithered almost silently forward and as its head was around five above the 'karp it turned at shot a cataract of high-pressurized water. The Milotic's head slammed into the rock. Sadly, the attack was pointless and the Milotic's eyes bulged in rage as it sought the origin of the disrespect. Its tail slithered from behind like a monkey's tail and the fan of scales point down right above Asthynica. The was the sound of sharpening of a knife or sword and the tail turned a dull, metallic gray. The fan dithered for a moment in the air then the tail was brought down and slammed through the fish and cut it in half like an archaic cleaver. Raith's mouth hung open idiotically and his eyes bulged in at the viciousness. Raith held his head and turned to the man, who appeared apathetic but Raith hoped he was wrong and screamed at him to help. "DUDE FUCKING HELP. PLEASE, KILL THAT FUCKING THINGAHHHHHHHHH." Brutal and stupid agony diluted or blocked Raith's senses and he turned to see his right arm ending in a messy stump, trails of flesh hanging like wet hair and a great gout blood shooting out like a blocked hose. The Milotic's tail retreated back, its full nacre back though stained with both Raith's and Asthynica's blood. Raith screamed and looked up at the man pleadingly. (D'awwww, Piggy. The length was just to obfuscate that I knew jackshit about what I was doing. And the pink I use is just 'hotpink'. no hexadecimals.) Edited by Caboose, Oct 26 2008, 02:57:58 PM.
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| Pig_catapult | Nov 2 2008, 01:40:30 PM Post #4 |
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Delicious cake!
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((I feel like this should be much longer... but I'm not sure how to make it so. Ideas?)) "... would benefit both of us if we sort of, like, stuck together. Especially if/when we ..." Willow, quickly tiring of his intended victim's continued breathing, was about to order Electabuzz to do the zappy thing again, when a blast of water knocked the boy down. Taking a step back, into the shadows, and holding his pimp cane out defensively in front of him -- it was a good thing he had thought to bring the plundered loot -- Willow waited for the Milotic to reveal itself, and to do its damage. Then, getting fed up with the boy's sceaming -- and with the Milotic stealing his victim, Willow uttered two words: "Kill them." "Ohhon-hon!" Electabuzz chuckled a deep, nasal laugh that reminded Willow of a stereotypically French man, and wiggled its moustache, which Willow only just now noticed. "Tabuzz!" KRAKOOM! A great bolt of electricity stuck the Milotic as it reared up to strike Raith with a Hydro Pump. It let out a great keening sound, and writhed, the water it had prepared for its attack gushing out of its mouth with little force, like water falling out of a flailing bucket attached to a garden hose. The water got everywhere, mixing with the blood on the ground and the dust in the air, and coming down to create a big, dirty puddle around the serpent, sushi and amputee. Bzztbzztztztzt! A barrage of smaller, weaker bolts followed up the first attack, striking the puddle more than the Milotic, although some definitely went in Raith's direction. It keened more, thrashing and coughing up water, before it turned towards them and opened it's mouth. There was a high-pitched whirring noise, like a small turbine spinning up to speed, and needle-thin shafts of light began to gather into an orb in the back of the serpent's throat, before -- OhfuckisthataHyperBea-- Edited by Pig_catapult, Nov 2 2008, 02:07:15 PM.
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| Sconnorsiz | Nov 3 2008, 03:22:49 PM Post #5 |
So old it's new.
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"As soon as you make something idiot proof, along comes The grinding roars of something vicious, synonymous in sound to a chainsaw working with a power level of over 9000, were growing in intensity. They were accompanied by an intense concentration of light rays, collecting at a single point with what could only be seen as malicious intent. Or sparkaaalliiiieeeeeeses~ I guess... Either way, it didn't look good for Willow... Or Raith, as floored as he might be. And just as this blast began to manifest itself, forming a horizontal pillar of untimely death for any caught in its path, it was cut off. That which would've been a beam became a pulse which shot towards young Willow, and where the great Milotic's head had been there was now a vacant space. 10 feet below, a pool of blood framed the drooped skull of one deceased Milotic... A red and white form, measuring 2 feet by 1 replaced where the serpent's left eye had been. Both the Milotic and that being were dead. ~*~ 5 minutes earlier ~*~ Granted, the fluctuation of water which spurted out of the being's mouth must've held some purpose, but as Rufus gawped in disdain at his specified creature's abilities, he realised, pretty quickly, that it would achieve nothing for him. He regretted, pretty quickly, rushing through his application instead of paying heed to the fact that his Pokémon was a fucktard. It had the word gold in its name, had been his admittedly brief train of thinking, which was an achievement in and of itself; thinking was for the weak. Still, it had gotten him nowhere, for being called gold evidently didn't mean shit in the world of Pokémon. "Alright, so you're pretty fucking useless, aren't you?" he announced patronisingly to the flopping persistence of the probably drowning fish. The Goldeen did manage something, though, as its floundering paid off with its escape from his arms, and to the floor. It let out a squeak as it bounced harmlessly in the same puddle it had created a moment ago, before writhing and wobbling on the floor once more. Well that was just redundant... Rufus thought to leave the stranded being to die here, but on another surprising moment of calculation, decided he would do better taking it with him... There would undoubtedly be some need to return the being, or else pay some fee, or even worse, be disqualified from the prize... And oh what a prize it was! A vast sum of money for doing relatively insignificant work... Once again, he'd chosen to not research what exactly he would be expected to do, but with the brief of "Reach the center of the labyrinth by any means necessary, to win £3000" he had been sold. Fortunately, little more time passed before Rufus' unattentive mind was attracted by the sound of a great creature. It was some 20 feet long, and a brilliant crimson in colour. If he wasn't deranged, Rufus might've been interested in acquiring this Pokémon, but as it stood, the beast was in his way of claiming money, and that was so very much more important. He didn't even register the humans, nor their powerful and weak companion Pokemans; eyes solely on the prize. He first ordered his goldfish to launch a Water Gun at the Milotic, but seconds later, he noticed how retarded a suggestion that was. The water didn't even raise concern for the beast; it noticed him none, and began to prepare its assault against some other target. Well shit, he wasn't going to take this kind of ignorance, and he stared at his fish for a long moment. In what had to be a record for the man, another idea formed in his bald head, and very quickly, he had his Pokémon's tail grasped between his hands. Spinning... Spinning... Spinning... One step, two... 180, 360, 720, 900, 1260 and Rufus was circulating fast enough, he let go when he approximated he was good. He assumed the Goldeen to already be dead as it arc'd through the air, and yet, as it found itself squarely on target, he marvelled to see the thing flail helplessly as his intention became evident. Nobody had told the Goldeen, growing up in his little pond, that he was destined to be a dart... Milotic was hardly a bull. [Scon did just hijack your thread, yes. And Piffy, you fool, length isn't everything!] Edited by Sconnorsiz, Nov 3 2008, 03:25:30 PM.
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| Pig_catapult | Nov 3 2008, 03:37:43 PM Post #6 |
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Delicious cake!
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((Have fun with the thread, Scon. And sorry for being a fool. ^_^;;)) ((Also: Just so it's official, Willow has been KO'ed, and his Frenchman of an Electabuzz is available to NPC as an opponent, since it probably still wants to kill stuff.)) |
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| Caboose | Nov 19 2008, 04:20:12 PM Post #7 |
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We're not just sure, we're HIV+
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Raith swore as another spasm of agony rippled up from the bloody stump of his right arm. Blood pooled around him and he doubted he had long to live as his wrist had been removed as well and the blood had no where to go but out. He looked up and noticed, with some confusion, the Milotic dead, its head been removed rather unstylishly with a law-violating (now dead) Goldeen. He really only could identify the species from the tail as the fish had hit the Milotic and the rock behind with tremendous force that the bag of fail could not handle. He breathed deeply as he felt entirely weak, the live ebbing away from in a rather embarrassing scene; whining and crying like that to the transvestite. His mind drifted as he shifted uselessly on the ground to a parenthetical thought among various others concerning the origin of the fucking fish. He sat up painfully, his shirt stubbornly sticking to the slowly congealing blood and noticed another rather feminine man. He muttered something that was meant to be a thank you but came out as a pained sigh. Behind him, Raith heard the clicking sound of a large dog running on concrete. He vaguely wondered what it was but his life sat uselessly under his body and it was just a superfluous thought among a thousands ghosts. He felt the area around grow hot and bothersome then crash ungracefully into an unbearable conflagration. His skin burnt; a thousand dreamt pinpricks raped the wafty notion of Raith's neck, a vague tearing feeling ensued. His head: as old as his body and a bit older than his teeth became separate from the lovely and eternally desired object that is one's body. A large, cliche-like dog with satanic horns held the head in its maw, stupid emotions rolling in its vacant eyes. (At least I can end this for me in at least an imitation of finality or acomplishment, eh?) |
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