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Post by blobfish on Feb 8, 2006 15:03:34 GMT -5
Sam sighed, looked up from her beer, and pulled her PDA out of the bag that lay on the seat beside her. She was in a small, dingy pub in the Scottish highlands. She liked this kind of pub. No-one tried to pick a fight with her because of her species. She read the message she'd just recieved. She read it again, just to make sure she'd understood. Suddenly, she burst out laughing, recieving a few odd looks from the other occupants of the tavern. The PDA bleeped again, and she pulled up the new message. she read it. SHe didn't laugh this time. Swearing slightly, she sighed, gulped down the rest of her drink, and ran to the door.
Inside her small spacecraft, Sam walked round in circles, thinking. It made no sense, and yet she was practiacally being forced to go. On the table, the PDA sat, totally unregarded, still displaying the two messages. Congratulations. You have been selected to arepresent the angelic nation in the first official *Throws Grenade* tournament. Please follow the co-ordinates given immidiatly. read the first, and then gave maps and co-ordinates showing where to go. It was just outside New York, America, Earth.
The second message was slightly more ominous. It simply read: Failiure to attend wll result in the destruciton of your home planet.
Sam swore again, and set the ship moving.
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Sam walked into the mansion. It was large and gothic style, but had electronic scanners and cameras in every corner, no doubt checking that only certain people entered. Sam glaced at a camer that was following her, but thought better of doing anything about it. Best not to draw attention to herself. She walfed to a cornoer of the room and sat down on a chair, watching all the other contestants. There was a large multitude of other people in the hall, including a robot dude, a man in a robe, a man made of fire, and about a hundred others, of all feasable species. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
(You lot now need to put how you get there. You don't have to be invited if you don't like, etc.)
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Post by Inferno05 on Feb 8, 2006 19:54:28 GMT -5
(Will use my character's nickname) Inferno was walking through the streets of New York, once again avoiding his parents. They don't understand me. No one in this damn city does. They all mock me for being a bit clumsy. One day I will prove I can use my abilities well. He would get his chance sooner than he thought. When he was next to NY Weapons, he noticed his cell phone beeping. He had recieved a text message. He did not recognize the number, but answered out of boredom. You have been invited into a grand tournamet. Now is the chance to prove yourself. Failure to attend will result in the destruction of your family. That was a bit harsh, but Inferno noticed he was outside the weapons store. He pushed all thoughts of how the message seemed to tell his thoughts out of his mind. When he walked in, the clerk paniced. "Inferno. Please don't try any heroics. I just started getting payed again. We had to cut our checks short to pay for the damage you caused last time you tried to stop burglars." Inferno was annoyed. "I'm here to buy a sword. I know this is the only place that sells them in this city. Any fire-proof swords?" The clerk pointed at one next to the entrance. Fine steel with a ruby on the hilt and a leather sheath, it was choice. "I'll pay for it next time I come in. But I need it to get that money. Good bye." When he walked out, Inferno recieved another text message with the adress he should head to next. It was the old mansion three blocks from his house. When Inferno got there, he covered himslef and his sword in flames. If they saw he was young, they might mistake him for a total weakling.
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Post by pomfret on Feb 9, 2006 9:42:38 GMT -5
"Nocuous, stop this!" Shinelle howled, nocking an arrow. "This sort of debauchery will land us both a cozy spot in Purgatory...."
"I'd like to see you try," replied the grating voice of the archdevil. "You are blind, and by your own light to boot!" Nocuous furled her wings, enjoying playing with her handicapped opponent. "You can't see me. Which gives me the-" Whatever she was about to say ended in a screech, as an arrow thunked solidly into her shoulder. "How the-?"
"Never underestimate the opponent, Sister," was Shinelle's reply, nocking another arrow. "Especially a 'blind' opponent." She drew it back, ready to send this one soaring into her sister's breast, but stopped. A new thought had entered her mind, completely alien. You have been invited to prove your mettle to hundreds of others in a grand tournament. Follow the directions sent you. Failure to attend will result in the destruction of your world.
"Damnation," she growled, and slung her bow back over her shoulders. "This isn't over!" In a flash of light that was blinding to one accustomed to darkness, she disappeared.
"Mufufufu, she is getting sloppy," Nocuous mused, shifting into her fully human form. "I should like to... observe... this tournament." With a wicked grin, she, too, faded into shadow, following her sister....
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Post by blobfish on Feb 9, 2006 15:20:44 GMT -5
(Ok, great. I'll just wait for anyone else to write theirs.
Odd how well things work, eh? I wasn't thinknig of anyone in particular with the flames thing.)
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Post by viperdrake on Feb 9, 2006 15:32:03 GMT -5
Somewhere 50 Miles benath New York
"How do these people know about Necross?" Stated a man in a lab coat " I dont know dr. Stayr. But what I do know is that if they know about him then they probaly know much more. Besides it will be a replacement for the feild test."said a man, whose face was hidden in the shadows. "WhY!?! I want to conqure cuba."said Dr. Stayr. "NO! Prepare him for this tournament and his mission shall be to observe and servive. Also atemt to bring back genetic samples from any odd creactiers he comes into contact with. IS THAT UNDERSOOD?"saind the man "yes sir."
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Post by Inferno05 on Feb 9, 2006 15:38:13 GMT -5
(lol. I thought you were speaking of my character.)
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Post by blobfish on Feb 9, 2006 15:58:11 GMT -5
(Lol, well, it was actually becuase there was someone like that in the last one of these. But it's convinient, eh?) (OK...that makes sense. This could be funny. It seems that lots of the original characters are being relived )
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Post by viperdrake on Feb 9, 2006 20:58:16 GMT -5
In front of the gothic Manson
A group of 21 soilders are preparing to open a metal crate Soldier 1:"Sir, are you sure its safe to relise this thing?' General"Yes there should be no problem" As soon as the opened the creat razor wire shoot out of it and decapitaed all but 1 of them Remaining soilder"Ahhhhh" Necross (zombie mode) slowly stepped out of the crate and started to devour the remaining soilder
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Post by forcemaster on Feb 9, 2006 21:24:06 GMT -5
pomfret why does an angel swear?
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Post by Inferno05 on Feb 9, 2006 21:25:16 GMT -5
because it's not that kind of angel
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Post by pomfret on Feb 10, 2006 19:29:08 GMT -5
[Yeah, she's still part human. That, and she's always like that around Nocuous.]
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Post by viperdrake on Feb 12, 2006 17:59:36 GMT -5
[continue someone] walks into the massion (human mode) and sees everyone He licks his lips
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Post by pomfret on Feb 12, 2006 18:10:43 GMT -5
"So much for the speed of light, Sister," Nocuous remarked snippishly, leaning against the gate. She had gotten here first, much to her twin's dismay. "And it was so vaunted, too, wasn't it?"
"Quiet, Nocuous," was Shinelle's reply, as she shouldered past. "Just because you got here first, doesn't give you the means to gloat." She laid her hand on the gate, feeling for the latch, and suddenly pitched face-first into the ground beyond it.
"Oops," Nocuous said laughingly, and trod on her sister's back as she walked in. "Beauty before age... you understand." Still laughing, she disappeared into the mansion. Nursing an injury that was more to her pride than to her body, Shinelle forced herself to her feet and followed. This would be a long day....
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Post by blobfish on Feb 13, 2006 7:57:52 GMT -5
(Sorry I havn't been around for a few days - our internet server was down )
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Post by blobfish on Feb 14, 2006 6:54:08 GMT -5
The man frowned, and walked into the room. He wore a red cloak that obsured his features, and the hood of which hid his face. No-one paid him any attention at first - he looked just like another contestant - until he walked onto a small stage at the front. When he spoke, his voice projected across the whole room as if by magic, but in fact by a hidden microphone and PA system. "Ladies and Gentelmen..and others....Welocme to the first ever *Throws grenade* contest! I am terrirbly sorry to have had to threaten all of you to come, but belive me, it was needed at the time. Now, you will all fight each other, to the death. The last one standing will win...a very special prize. Goodluck" He turned to go, started walking out, but suddenly stopped, turned around and said "Oh, and when you came into this building, a small greneade was planted into each of your stomachs. Anyone who tries to escape or refuses to fight will be blown up." He looked at all the people, who seemd not to belive him "here, let me demontrate." He reached into a pcket and pulled out a small remote control thing. He pressed a button and keyed in a number. A man near the front started groaning. He fell over, clutching at his stomach. A few senconds passed, and then...he exploded. Only a few shreds of material and flesh remained. Panic spread through the hall. They looked up at the stage, but the man just grinned, and teleported away. Somewhere in the crowd, a man drew his sword, and attack the person next to him. It had begun.
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