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This is also the forum for all of you blossoming Camus' to exercise your brain power by writing and posting fan fiction.
Spazmo wrote:When something is "bitchin'", it is good. Very good. Like your story.
Hey, if VasikkA is going to die a bloddy death, could I chop off his head or something? You could make it a cool torture/interrogation scene!
NO! I want to blow half of his body away with an automatic plasma/naplam rifle!!
(Of course I'm refering to a double barrled rifle. One for the plasma and one for the naplam).
You, guys, scare me. So much blood and violence... served limbs, blowed bodies, dipping in boiling lemon syrup... <Sigh> I think I must give you what you want. I always want to make people happy. This forum is running so strong, I guess... VasikkA, you'll get your terrible death and it will be slowly and painful. Your agony will last for a whole storyline... Heh, terrible Killzig's Lemon syrup curse, I suppose. And than as act of mercy, Dan will use his new(old) two barreled rifle and even your screen will run red from it's mess... Beatiful pictures, don't you think so. :)
This forum is running too fast for me. I can't follow every even. JohnPnP is banned... Wasteland is ruined... Kashluk is running war with everybody. Well, at least some of you have an interesting signatures. Ok, my bloodlusty friends, you will get enough blood for now. Mr Doyle with his band will be the first challange. I look with interest at paynetothemax. Your battle is the next. Do you want to choose your opponent? Well, I wanted to save my bloodlust for general battle, but this is wasteland after all. Blood is running all the time.
Dan, check this out: I could chop VasikkA is half, and then you could simultaneously explode both halves with your double-barreled gun. And then we'd get all splattered with VasikkA's guts and laugh.
Follower wrote:You, guys, scare me. So much blood and violence... served limbs, blowed bodies, dipping in boiling lemon syrup... <Sigh> I think I must give you what you want. I always want to make people happy. This forum is running so strong, I guess... VasikkA, you'll get your terrible death and it will be slowly and painful. Your agony will last for a whole storyline... Heh, terrible Killzig's Lemon syrup curse, I suppose. And than as act of mercy, Dan will use his new(old) two barreled rifle and even your screen will run red from it's mess... Beatiful pictures, don't you think so. :)
Can't wait.
This forum is running too fast for me. I can't follow every even. JohnPnP is banned
eh? did I miss something? JohnPnP is banned?
... Wasteland is ruined... Kashluk is running war with everybody. Well, at least some of you have an interesting signatures. Ok, my bloodlusty friends, you will get enough blood for now. Mr Doyle with his band will be the first challange. I look with interest at paynetothemax. Your battle is the next. Do you want to choose your opponent? Well, I wanted to save my bloodlust for general battle, but this is wasteland after all. Blood is running all the time.
Hey man I can take on anybody. Point me towards danger. I'm ready!
Heavy air was hanging motionlessly all around. Small dark streets of unknow town were greeting two persons grimly. Black shadows of the nearby buildings were hiding them from curious looks, but there were nobody to watch after them. This part of the town was deserted and ruined. Long ago it was active and full of life - large casino was operational there and large number of people were coming to visit it from all sides of the Wasteland. But it was closed soon after and this part of the town remained silent and deadly quiet for a lot of time. Nobody, but shadows and ghosts of the past were wandering among ruined buildings of this part of the town... Junktown...
Man in high-tech armour stoped for a while and looked around. The sun was high in the sky, but it looked like that it was evening. The air all around was dark and silent. Common folks and guards alike prefer to stay away from this place. Only dark persons, as smugglers, thiefs... or merchants were the guests of this grim place. Sir_Funkalot looked at his grim-looking friend and noticed that this place suited him quite well. Grim trader felt himself in this shadowy area very well. He knew evey corner of it. Every rat of this cursed place was familiar with him. Dark air was surrounding him as if it was his cloak. His quick figure was running swiftly and gracious in it's darkness as if it was nothing for him.
"Here..." - grim trader said and led him to one of the ruined buildings.
Sir_Funkalot stoped and breathed deeply. He felt nothing here, except dust and rotting flesh. Smell of damp air and old crumbling into dust things were coming from this building strongly. The building looked rather undamaged, but rotten floor and roof didn't look so safe...
"Is it safe..? And what the hell we are doing here?" - he asked quietly. The silence was hanging heavyly all around and he didn't want to interrupt it. Trader looked at him grimly and grinned:
"You wanted to find this thing... Here you may get your answers. This place is safest on this fucking planet... but you'd better behave yourself. My friend is rather nervous." - with this words trader stepped on the old rotten wooden floor and opened a rusty iron door with loud terrible sound. It looked like that even dead heard this terrible moaning sound of rusty iron. Trader grinned and came in:
"Now he knows that we have arrived. Excellent."
Large hall was greeting them. It was dark and unwelcome as everything else in this part of the town. Large amount of junk and shit was lieing on the tables and chairs here and there. Wooden floor was broken or taken away in several places. There could be seen signs that this building had dwellers long ago -half eaten by rats bed. Large number of campfires, which dark signs could be seen here and there... but now everything was deserted and dead. Thick blanket of dust was lieing on every thing there. There were even no rats. Nobody dared to live there... Sir_Funkalot drew his gun and smiled unpleasant:
"Stop this shit. There is nobody in this place - if you wonna play with me, you'd better take care about your will."
Trader was standing calmly near him and was looking at him grimly. Light smile was dancing on his lips. With unseen move he drew something from his clothes. Warrior pulled the trigger and... nothing happened. His gun clicked quietly, but there were no gun shot. Trader grinned and showed his hand. In one hand he noticed the ammo for his gun... and in the other hand was shining grimly plasma pistol:
"I could kill you easily, warrior of BOS... nobody will find you or will miss you in this deserted region..." - he stoped for a while and looked around the dark hall. The air was cold and dusty there. Shadows were running in the dark corners of this building. Trader put away his hands under his clothes and continued - "But I am merchant. Dead customers is a bad trading policy I think... Try to behave yourself good and you will live long enough to tell your friends about me." - he turned around and followed one of the dark corridors, running into the blackness of this deserted building. Sir_Funkalot was standing there for several seconds, thinking about his words, but than shook his head tiredly and followed him quickly. This guy was right - he could kill him any time. Somehow, this tricky bastard was able to steal his ammo from his gun and now Sir_Funkalot was helpless as small puny gecko... Well, it was too late to leave this mechant now. He could gave him some interesting info and warrior didn't want to lose such chance. Sir_Funkalot followed him into the darkness.
"What kind of building is it? I don't recognise it..." - warrior suddenly asked his silent companion. They was coming by one of the dark corridors among mountains of trash and junk. The air was dusty... and horrible to say at least. The smell was awful. It looked like that there was a whole graveyard of rotting corpses somewhere down there. When warrior asked him about it, he only looked at him strangely, but answered nothing. Now, the merchant was looking at his customer too and strange mix of interest and grim determination was seen in it. His eyes were gleaming lightly in the unsteady light of power armour's lamps.
"This building was found not so long ago. It was burried under large amount of junk and only several years ago some scavangers found it... This building was most hatred and dispised by many people in the past. Now everybody try to avoid it... by good reasons." - he smiled to his own thoughts and than finished - "Anyway, this place is called the Library. Place of long-forgotten wisdom... wisdow, which led us to self-destruction." - he smiled grimly and turned to another corridor. This building was larger, than it looked like. Sir_Funkalot had a feeling that this corridor was leading nowhere... It's borders were disappearing in the dark air. If the trader left him alone there, warrior was sure, that he wouldn't be able to find his way back. Now he had a feeling that he was not in the Junktown now. This buidling... this dark twisted maze of corridors and dusty stairs had no end. Sometimes he saw doors, leading into the same deserted and dark rooms. They were full of books and old furniture, crumbling into dust... Warrior began to think that they will never stop and will wander all around, until they'll find their death from starvation or boredom. But suddenly his grim friend stoped near one of the doors and smiled grimly:
"We are here. One last warning - if you value your life or sanity, try to be a good boy. This small place..." - he looked around, watching after endless corridors and rooms - "Belongs to him." - trader opened the common door, witch had no outstanding signs. Old wooden door on the rusty hinges wailed quietly and large cloud of dust raised into the air, as if this door remained closed for years...
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Kashluk was standing calmly and was looking grimly at his new guests. Two dark figures in torn clothes were watching after him too and their grinning unfriendly faces didn't promise anything good.
"What do you want?" - he asked quietly, but there were heard warning in his voice. He didn't low his gun. One of them came closer - large supermutant in bloodstained clothes - and grinned:
"Try your best, pal. I survived even this fucking bloody Pyro's atacks. Do you think that you will be better?"
Tall man reloaded his gun and smiled evily:
"I do."
Eyes of supermutant sparked angryly and he came on one step closer, but his friend stoped him. His arm grabed his shoulder strongly and he had to fall back:
"No, no, Jimmyjay86... We need him alive... at least for now. So, try to be a good boy." - quiet laugh whirled in the air. Supermutant turned to him and growled loudly:
"Fuck you. FUCK YOU ALL. I am tired of this shit and I am gonna..." - he couldn't finish. His friend grabed his neck quickly and made him to fall to the ground. Supermutant was wheezing and grabing the ground, but he couldn't break free from the deadly embrace of this puny-looking human. When the supermutant became silent and fell to ground, breathing heavily, human released him and looked at Kashluk with sorry smile:
"Excuse my large friend, pal. Pyro was raged by him too and almost killed us both." - he became silent and looked at supermutant. Than he turned to him again - "So, let's try again. It was not the best begining... My name is Big Jack. One of the horsemen not so long ago... freelancer now. My large friend noticed that you have a small chat with our common friend lately. May be you know where is he now? We have a small business to deal with him." - his eyes flashed grimly and voice started, but he looked calm. Kashluk looked at this human and at his friend and said calmly:
"I know nothing about you or your friends. I don't have mood or time for this shit. I have my own problems. Leave me be or it will be very messy..."
Big Jack looked at him unpleasant and than grinned lightly:
"You know, it was rude... I am not so terrible as Pyro or his large friend, but I can be bad too... <Sigh> Why should we end it in blood all the time?" - the wave of cold air rushed at Kashluk. The dark blanket of heavyness fell on him suddenly. He could breath barely, but somehow he was able to get free from this invisible trap. He fell forward and hit the human into the face with his gun. Teeth and blood flew in all sides. Sound of broken bones roamed in the air... Big Jack got up quickly and raised his hands. Black mist began to whirl around him. It was crawling near his foots and running by his legs, whirling on his arms and flashing in his eyes. Kashluk shuddered and turned away - horsemen of Apocalypse had many strange powers... chaos, death, suffering were their main weapons. Even former members of this group were deadly... but not so deadly at all. Kashluk saw a lot in his travels among the stars and was not surprised to see such things. He knew all this tricks and could resist it...
"Stupid boy. You can't resist me... ME. I'll drain your soul energy and drink your blood." - quiet words were hissing in his mind. Kashluk pointed the gun into the darkness, where was Big Jack several seconds ago. Now it was only black mist, crawling by the ground:
"Bite this." - he muttered and pulled the triger. Flash of fire... song of the bullet, flying in the air... cry of the wounded man. Mist fell apart and body appeared on the bloodstained sand. His lung was pierced by bullet... Kashluk smiled satisfied. He was good in shooting yet.
Big Jack was lieing in his own blood and was coughing greatly. Near him was lieing unconsciousness Jimmyjay86. It looked like that he was laughing at him sometimes though.
"No... it can't be... "cough"... you are not a human... you couldn't notice me..." - he was looking into the grinning face of Kashluk and surprise and hatred were changing place there. Tall man said nothing, he turned away and wanted to leave them alone to die. At least one of them will be in a dead book soon enough... Loud cry pierced the silence of the day. Kashluk raised his eyes to the horison and shuddered. It was a bad news. Big Jack laughed evily, but than collapsed to the ground, coughing in blood:
"They have found us... first of all they'll kill us <cough, cough> and than they'll take care about you... Doyle... Haplo's minion arrived..."
Several dark shadows were running very quickly by the Wasteland in their direction. Sun was gleaming grimly on their guns...
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"Come in, Chosen one, there are things, you must know... gosh, I like this phrase..." - quiet calm words were whirling in the cloud of the dust. It looked like that dark air was full of it and it's only matter. Gray storm of draining blackness... Sir_Funkalot closed his eyes and entered the room. He waited that this trader will follow him, but suddenly heard as door wailed loudly, returning back to its place. Warrior tried to stop it, but he was blinded by this raging dust and could seen nothing. He only stepped carelessly on some pile of old books and fell to ground, hurting a little. His heavy armour was making such noise, as if it was laughing at it's clumsy owner.
Sir_Funkalot got up slowly and breathed, ready to cough. He thought that it was another dusty and dark room, but the air was rather clean and fresh here. Some kind of gentel wind was sensed in the room, coming from the uncertain direction. His eyes were full of dust and tears yet, but he began to notice several details of this room now. It was large than the most of the rooms in this strange place. Large number of bookcases was running by the walls of this room and ,what was even more surprising, the books there were in rather good condition. There were seen no signs of dust or dirt there, as if somebody was taking care about it. The floor was clean and wooden covering was flashing under his neon light. The room was disappearing in the darkness, which was rulling in this place. Only one thing attracted his attention though. In the depthes of this room among the bookcases in the darkness was standing a large table. One chair was seen near it as if it was placed specially for him. Lonely candle was burning there, throwing unsteady shadows on the walls of this large room... "Main hall of the library" - Sir_Funkalot thought. He read a lot, while he was studing in the bunkers of BOS. Since that time he hated books and terminal consoles alike... Well, sometimes we all have to return to the past. Warrior put away the last remains of dust and looked at the closed door. The dust was lowering on the shining clean floor as grey cloud. Though this room was clean, the door was full of dust. It looked like that it wasn't opened many years... Than how was it cleaned and such. Sir_Funkalot shook his head and came to the table. The words, he heard when he entered the room, were whirling in his mind yet. Something strangely familiar and well-known was heard in it, but he didn't remeber what it was. He sat into the chair and took one of the books from the table. Warrior didn't know what he was waiting for, but he was sure that it was important. The sense that something important must happen now was felt all around...
"Welcome..." - the same voice said. It's quiet calm words were sounding in the silence of the room as thunder - "Avenger69ie told me about your request."
Sir_Funkalot raised his eyes quickly and shuddered. Near the table, directly near him was sitting rather young man in colourful strange clothes. It was tidy and clean, what was almost impossible in this kingdom of dust and darkness. He looked like human, but his skin was pale as skin of the dead... and his eyes. They were dead and unbleaking, as eyes of lizard. Cunning and cold mind was gleaming in it under the young human's face. Light smile appeared on his lips:
"Warrior of BOS, one of the Killzig most trusted advisors... Your future is shining as your past." - he bowed a little - "I am Bloodbathmaster2. You may call me BB in brief... Welcome to my home and temple of knowledge." - he laughed quietly and looked around, but Sir_Funkalot followed after his every move. This person... surely he was not a human. Well, he needed information by all costs:
"Do you have what I need?" - he asked quietly. Face of this strange person became grim and he looked at warrior strangely:
"The question is what do you need? Do you really need it? Lumberg... Loneberk... this thing is... tricky one. Even plane runners or time runners as me or my grim friend try to avoid it by all costs. Ancient ones were wise to hide it well..." - he noticed impatient look of Sir_Funkalot and smiled - "But I think that it will be better that someone, like you will find it. If it will fall in hands of Haplo or somebody worse, it will be... very mess stuff." - he became quiet and looked at warrior again, as he was considering something. His black hairs were gleaming lightly in the fire of the candle. Light shadows were running by his pale face. Finally he smiled lightly and nodded to himself:
"You are right as always, my grim friend. He will suit just fine..."
Bloodbathmaster2 stood up and left the chair. He came to the center of the room and gave Sir_Funkalot a sign to join him. Warrior came to him with caution and asked grimly:
"So, do you have an information about this matter?"
BB smiled lightly and answered:
"May be, but I am not the one, who will answer your questions. This matter is too important... You must visit my supervisers."
Sir_Funkalot sighed deeply. It began to annoy him. It looked like that he was chasing after the shadow.
"Will it be a long business? I don't have a whole day to waste on this shit. My friends are waiting for me."
BB laughed loudly and grinned:
"Don't worry, pal. In that place time is nothing, but a dust..." - he became silent and closed his eyes. The hands of this man began to tremble lightly, as if he was tired. His face became red, all muscules on his body began to run all around. His clothes was cracking and wailing slowly from within. He was focussing on something.
Sir_Funkalot was standing near him. He saw a lot during his costant travels in the Wasteland. Death and fear were his well-known friends, but this... man was making him to shudder. This strange house, suspicious merchants... this strange rituals. May be he was dealing with mad men... Sir_Funkalot looked around, hoping to find some way to leave this place, but to his surprise he noticed that there were no doors at all left. This room had no windows, no door... nothing at all. "The one, who travels through the planes, need no doors..." - sounded quiet familiar voice in his mind. Warrior shuddered. Was it his imagination or this person was reading his thoughts. But BB's face didn't change. He was agitated and focused on something within... Shadows became deeper now. It looked like that they were coming closer with every second, getting ready to tear apart this alive beings with their shadowy claws. Warrior grinned to his own rich imagination, but came closer to this man anyway. He didn't like this mess at all...
"Well, we are here..." - calm voice said. Sir_Funkalot started and opened his eyes. He didn't sleep, but was in some kind of hypnose... Warrior didn't remember what was happening all around. The only thing, he remembered the last, was the mad dance of shadows around him and quiet unclear whisper, which was ready to make him mad. Sir_Funkalot shook his head, putting away the strange nightmare of his tired mind and looked around. Surely, he was tired and this dark room. Everybody will became nervous. Warrior grinned to himself, but his smile disappeared as soon as he looked around. The place, where he was... it was not that blasted house... or Junktown... or his world at all...
"Welcome to Halls of Illuminati." - he heard the same calm well-known voice.
Spazmo wrote:Dan, check this out: I could chop VasikkA is half, and then you could simultaneously explode both halves with your double-barreled gun. And then we'd get all splattered with VasikkA's guts and laugh.
Please... Have mercy... I am so tired... and my life sucks... Haha. Actually, I am joking. All is great. You'll get what you want. I simply need several free days time to put it in good use, but comp is busy most of the time. Now everything is rather messy - well, two parts in a week. This is maximum of my abilities in current situation. Inspiration is very strange thing, you know...
