(I warn you, Big Boom, that if this vastly changes the dream without Angua's approval, that is not a good plan...)
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(I warn you, Big Boom, that if this vastly changes the dream without Angua's approval, that is not a good plan...)
Come on people, I dont want this RPG to die!
Ok fine im going to continue the story alone just to get everything started again....i will post tom.
Last edited by Varthonai; January 28th, 2010 at 03:12 AM. Reason: no double posting
I'm not afraid of dying. I'm afraid I haven't been alive enough.
...
It was actually pretty quiet after the pool drained. Said quiet was welcome to my now-enhanced ears, which were ringing from my own loud barking. One of the brothers grabbed at me, but I dodged.
And I fell in the pool basin.
It happened like this: When I dodged, I had not fully figured out the four feet thing, and didn't realize how hard it is to sidestep with two left feet. I fell in the direction I sidestepped in, my paws dragging down below me. Now that I was on my side, chest facing the Turtle Brothers, the first thing I saw was their feet. One shifted back, seemingly about to place a kick, so I rolled further to escape, before I could notice...
I dug my claws into the walls of the pool, sliding inevitably down the slippery. wet surface. My claws came loose, and I rolled down the pool. My fur, wet at this point, had gained some traction, and my motion was hurting me. Imagine sliding down a hill on your head after showering to understand.
"Ugh, it smells like wet dog in here," Said a voice in the crowd.
The darkness was now to much to bare, an overwhelming sensation of pain and despair went through his body. His eyes, which were brown at the start of things, were now being tainted darker, an almost blackish color. The water seemed endless, although Alex could not move he could see the florescence of the water flashing. His eyes where hopeless, he had no control over himself, all he could feel were the dark particles still crawling over him, making him like their play puppet. Water crept into his mouth and he uncontrollably started to choke. How was it possible that he was completely under domination?
As the choking sensation went on, he knew his fate. His only thought that was going through his head was suffocation, his ultimate fate that was resting upon him at this right moment. The particles slowled down, not controlling Alex completely, he started to thrash around, distraught. It seemed as if the darkness wanted to observe or at least let him die without being controlled. Alex took his last choking breathe, slowly he stiffened. Alex’s hair drifted in the water, unlike his now motionless body. His eyes where no more brown but a somber, endless black color.
As the water started to drain, the dreamers watching were anxious about seeing what was in it. Lower and lower the water drained into nowhere, and slowly a silhouette of Alex could be seen. His hair was now drifting at the crest of ripples of water, his body now also was at the top. No one knew who’s corpse it was. Suddenly the water was gone, Alex lay face up to the ceiling, his back on the floor. The strait jacket was no longer wrapped on him, it was washed away with the water. There was no movement, none at all.
Suddenly Alex’s fingers started to twitch, he opened his eyes, but it was like nothing was there. It looked like he had been completely drained of the life he had, emotionless, silent. His eyes no longer held a color, they were just black and cold. And as everyone looked down in disbelief and confusion Alex breathed in, many black particles now filled his silhouette and he disappeared into the floor
Silence again
Last edited by Big Boom; July 26th, 2010 at 02:55 PM.
I'm not afraid of dying. I'm afraid I haven't been alive enough.
This sounds cool. I'm in.
Love will find its way, over time and space, love will find its way.
Wadling was busy studying a map of the Generic Grey City while Matt talked to someone through a headset he was wearing, both were bathed in a blood red light illuminating the entire interior or the chopper. All he could make out from Matt's end of the conversation is that Matt was agreeing with everything the guy on the other end said. Wadling turned to the boom box resting behind him and flipped through the tracks on the CD until Little Richard's 'Long Tall Sally' blared through the chopper.
"Yeah, ok." Matt said before looking up like he was finished with the conversation.
"You smoke too much, Matt" Wadling shouted over the noise of the song and the chopper itself "You're gonna kill yourself with that pipe y'know."
Matt said nothing, but his face darkened as if his very existence had been called into question. He responded by opening a small compartment next to his head to reveal several more pipes of varying make and quality. Clearly this was not an argument that Wadling had any hope of winning. He decided it was best to change the subject, quickly.
"Rendezvous points and radio frequencies are indicated and fixed" He said, looking back at the map briefly.
"Who's our backup?" Matt asked, closing the pipe stash and fetching some pipe weed from another dedicated compartment.
"No such thing, old buddy." Wadling grinned "This is a one way ticket. Once we're in that city, we're on our own."
Matt rested his head on the wall behind him, smiling "This is getting better by the minute"
A flashing yellow light turned on suddenly behind Matt, with an accompanying beeping. Matt spoke into his headset then flicked a switch next to it and made some military hand gestures to nobody in particular. Wadling turned off the music and got his equipment together.
"Alright, let's do this." He flung open the chopper door and looked down to see a generic rooftop below him, he chucked a length of rope out and made his way down it, seeing Matt doing the same thing on the other side. Once they were on the roof, Matt talked into his radio.
"Tally-ho"
DETECTIVES! Check it out!
The chopper danced away through the tall spiraling buildings of the city and out of sight. A quick and easy insertion, not bad. Matt took a quick glance at the surrounding rooftops and windows making sure they hadn’t drawn any attention and then slid over to the end of the roof. The two of them had landed a few blocks away from the supposed location of the tablet so as not to give away their presence. He marked out the next rooftop to Wadling. Upon acknowledgement Matt leapt across the gap separating the two buildings, landing on the other roof with a roll. He was quickly followed by Wadling.
“You don‘t know how much I missed this, Matt.” he said with a grin.
“You never were that smart.” Matt replied jokingly , they never where ones for taking a mission seriously, especially one such as this. A small group of wannabe mafia dirt bags in possession of an ancient artifact of world shattering power, pfft they could deal with these kind of ruffians in their sleep. The world around him flickered momentarily as Matt stopped dead on the spot. After a few moments of deep ponder he was snapped back to the task at hand by Wadling resting his hand on his shoulder.
“What is it Matt? See something” he whispered trying to follow Matt’ line of sight through the steel jungle that was this city.
“Yeah, look down there.” He gestured with his hand down to a shorter building. “Reckon that’s the place they’re cowering in.”
“What makes you so sure?” Asked Wadling gazing down at the emptying pool at the back of the building.
Matt drew out his pipe “Observation my friend.“ He lit the weed inside “Pure, undiluted observation.”
The two of them dropped off the roof of the six story apartment and landed neatly behind a tall wall which surrounded the pool. They both etched up slowly to a small wooden door leading inside, the noise of hushed conversations inside were enough to cover any noise the two made.
Matt made a quick military gesture with his left hand before drawing a heavy M16A2 assault rifle from his back pocket, he quickly checked to see if the grenade launcher attatchement was loaded before turning back to Wadling. “Breach, bang and clear.”
Last edited by Mattbot; July 26th, 2010 at 11:57 PM.
Asphyxia, a condition in which the lungs are deprived of oxygen, stopping the ability to breathe.
Alex opened his eyes, he heard the words that the green Navi had told him before he was drowned. But, had the Navi succeeded in killing him? Alex wasn't sure, there was nothing but blackness, it was like he didn't exsist anymore. Yet still he was here.
"If the Navi's really wanted to kill me...why not just do it?" Alex thought to himself. He sighed.
"Where am I?" Alex finally let out, as he scrabbled to his feet. Slowly inching forward he touched a wall. Alex sighed with relief, at least it seemed that he was in fact alive. He let his hands feel the cold walls. "There has to be a way out of here," Alex whisphered to himself. .
Suddenly the lights came on. Alex stepped back, now to see that there were no doors. Just messages scratched into the walls. One in particular:
Roaches dont die that easily, just like you Alex.
So the job wasn't done after all, the Navis still wanted to kill him, they knew Alex was alive.
At that moment a sharp surge of pain came from his head as he remembered the clownish figure. The same clownish figure that helped killed him. And only then it struck him...Warren.
His head started to hurt again, and he could faintly hear Warrens voice. "You know that there is a way out of here." The pain was now unbearable.
"What are you talking about?!" Alex screamed as he stumbled into one of the walls.
Alex heard the voice laugh, "The Navis were right, you are pathetic. Do I really have to do everything for you Alex?" Suddenly, a bright light shined directly into Alex's black eyes. And like a roach his body started to split into particles.
Alex started to fall into the wall, his body now just a silhouette of moving black particles. He glanced at the message on the wall one more time as his head went through. Alex was through, laying on a wet corridor. He quickly examined his hand...normal. Alex lifted himself up, looking at his reflection, at his black eyes.
"Warren...what did you do to me?" Alex thought. Alex could hear the faint footsteps of two people outside.
Last edited by Big Boom; July 26th, 2010 at 04:33 PM.
I'm not afraid of dying. I'm afraid I haven't been alive enough.
The Clown's heavy footfalls echo through the damp hall that Alex lies in. It carries what appears to be a bag of javelins over its shoulder, and is accompanied by something humanoid in the dark beside it. It looks to be an animated canvas dummy of some sort, life-sized and white and hairless and faceless. Its arms end in stumps. Its feet are floppy toeless ellipsoids.
The Clown looks down where Alex is sprawled, and Alex feels horrible pain gashing through his body; he rolls out of the Clown's direct line of sight and realizes that words have been sliced through his body and cut into the floor below him. Roaches move over the cuts in his body and reseal the holes.
Warren did nothing to you, the message reads. He is irrelevant now. And as for what I did to you... you continue to struggle, you have even somehow managed to regain your sense of hearing, so obviously what I did was not ENOUGH!
The Clown takes a javelin from its back, rears back, and thrusts the point through the side of the dummy's head. Alex screams again--he feels one eardrum torn to bits, then feels his head fill with blood and mangled brain tissue, and finally feels the ear on the opposite end of his head torn as well.
Next the Clown takes two javelins and thrusts one through each of the ends of the dummy's stumps, making holes appear in Alex's wrists. Another two javelins go through the dummy's ellipsoid feet, and black mashed cockroach innards spill out of Alex's ankles.
Each of the javelins has a wrist or ankle strap at the blunt end, and the Clown slips into them and pulls back. Alex feels himself yanked up like a puppet.
The Clown opens its mouth and laughs, but Alex hears nothing--he only feels the horrific pain as the Clown pulls him up and marches him off through another invisible gateway.
Finally, the Clown thinks to itself. We can get to more serious work.
***
Shadow_strike opens her door and steps out, but the sunlight around her transforms into the darkness of an elevator shaft and suddenly she is falling through a narrow space and gashing herself with horrible rope burns as she flails and connects with the cables. The snake coiled around her neck is torn off and thrown away by the air friction. The elevator below is rising up at incredible speed, it's going to--
--a grimy hand reaches out to stop her fall and pull her back through another elevator door into a different floor, this one a sprawling tawny yellow ballroom with hundreds of doors and an enormous chandelier overhead. "Thanks," she says, turning to see her rescuer; it's Alex, "Big Bang" Alex, who she somehow recognizes by way of dream-logic though she doesn't recognize his face. He looks badly torn, wet, and pale, like a mutilated and drowned man.
"Alex?" Strike asks, a little worried now. "What happened to y--"
Strike's words become a scream as Alex opens his mouth in reply, and a horde of cockroaches pour out and swarm over her, burrowing into her flesh and tearing her to pieces before carrying each piece back up into Alex through any of his available orifices.
The Clown watches all of this through his scrying mirror and smiles. Two down, it giggles to itself. Ten to go.
Originally Posted by C. S. Lewis
The clown sits, staring into his cracked mirror. Slowly the green Navi appears next to him and whispers in his ear, "Dont worry it wont be long, you can be sure of it..."
* * * *
Alex tries to close his eyes as he sees Strike be torn apart by the roaches. He wishes he could let go, but the clown is controlling his every move.
"Help please! Alex! Oh g..." her screams are cut short, the job is near its end. Alex gives a look of sorrow. As he sees his fellow dreamer be torn apart.
The roaches quickly scurry back into Alex, carrying each individual peice of Shadow Strike's body back inside of him. The elevator door clamps shut and Alex slowly turns around.
"You may be controlling my body, but your not controlling my thoughts. Is this what you want? Is it a game to you? Or are those damn Navis controlling you too?" Alex thinks. At that moment he is knocked down to the floor, sprawling in pain.
"Thats just a taste Alex, it seems that the more you try to be brave, the more naive you get. And let me assure you, Im not your little friend anymore. Warren was just an inconvenience, but he is all taken care of now."
Alex starts to remember how Warren started to change, yet he could do nothing to help.
Alex laying down starts to pry himself up. "What exactly do you want with the others, they are irrelevant to you." Again pain surges through his head, making Alex fall back down.
"Retribution," the clown answers quietly and everything goes blank.
* * * *
"He wants retribution he says. With no reason at all," Alexs mutters to himself while he trudges to his seat. Alex stutters and catches himself on the corner of the long banquet table. Everything shakes. "You changed me and even though I should be helping you, your goals still confuse me," Alex states to himself. The lights are dim inside of the ballroom, only little rays of light seep through the cracks and the covered windows.
Finally Alex takes his seat. Looking at the table he gives a small smirk, "See, isn't it better sitting at the table?" he says to Strike, who is sewn together at the other end of the table. "All our guests haven't arrived yet, but don't worry they will be here shortly."
Alex put his hand on the artifact and looked at the direction of the window, "I'm listening, I'm waiting. So come out...where ever you are." Alex closes his eyes.
Last edited by Big Boom; August 9th, 2010 at 01:23 AM.
"You're standing in my spot, sir" Wadling grinned, then continued "That's my mark you're at, sir!"
"This is not the time" Matt whispered, wiring breaching charges to the door "Might be some civilians inside, we need to be fast. No second chances."
"Right" Wadling readied his rifle and gave Matt a thumbs up.
Click
"Damn" Matt inspected the charges, which had failed to explode "Who the hell packed our equipment?"
"What now?"
Without an answer, Matt kicked the door, shattering the lock and causing it to fly open. Wadling tossed a CS gas grenade into the room, waited for it to pop and then followed it in. What happened next was a series of loud shouts, ordering everybody in the room onto the floor. Wadling prepared to take down whomever resisted.
DETECTIVES! Check it out!
I was now wandering blindly through a dark network of tunnels. Despite my role in this dream as an angelia, I still could not see in the dark as a dog, and at the moment a dog was in demand. So I wandered, bumped, crashed, bonked, and made an utter fool out of myself. Yellow, thin, narrow eyes opened and closed around me, never getting nearer or farther. On one occasion I collided with a wall and the eyes were there too. As if they were in my mind. A mind within a mind, in itself, is interesting.
Slowly, as I became more and more lost, knowing that somebody was in trouble below the pool and not understanding why they weren't there, the tunnel became narrower until I had to squirm to get through and even then I was constantly dragging on jagged stone walls. The eyes continued to blink, watching my every move from inside. Was this a method emplyed by nightmares? Was I losing it? Angelia are mentally strong, but they still have emotions and thoughts which could probably cause this. Maybe it wasn't in my mind. Maybe I wasn't alone in the tunnels after all. But as I wondered about these eyes a new fact came to my attention.
There were no walls.
All the walls were gone. Just like that. I turned around and found the tunnel, but it was not like a hole in the wall. It was more of a tube in infinite space. What's more, the stone I had been brushing on was the only thing that made up the tunnel walls. They were as thin as paper. Nothing but the faces of the stone that I had been brushing against.
I walked away from the tunnel. Still, the feeling of eyes lingered on my mind. (OOOOOOOOH! YES!) Suddenly, I was bathed in white and found that behind me was that black abyss and ahead was a table...
LOF spotted a street vendor giving out gelato to children and swooped down to join in.
"How much for a scoop?" he asked the vendor, who was bent down in the ice box.
"You're too old," retorted the vendor, his voice distorted through the hissing vapor of sublimated carbon dioxide.
"Aw, c'mon, man," pleaded LOF. "Just a--"
The vendor's head popped out of the box then, a hideous grinning clown head that sneered at LOF. "Silly old LeapOfFaith," the Clown chuckled. "Gelato's for kids!"
LOF began to fly away, but the Clown picked up the ice box in one hand and hurled it after him, smacking him out of the air and trapping him underneath it when he hit the ground.
LOF looked around the interior of the ice box, which suddenly seemed much larger and more intimidating than it had from the outside.
"So you like frozen treats, then... but you hate needles," giggled the voice of the Clown from every direction.
"How did you know--"
"I'm interested to see how you react to this."
Thin spines of sharp ice began to crystallize on one wall of the box and move toward LOF from the side. At the other end of the box, a doorway opened up into a dark hallway.
"Run, little man," the Clown cackled wildly.
There was a creak in the floor a distance away from the table. Suddenly, a gentle wind hit the curtains and let in a streak of light. Alex opened his eyes slowly, and surveyed the room. Alex smiled, as he saw at the corner of his eye a figure. The figure was slightly gleaming.
"I must admit Bloody Bomb, I wasn't expecting an Angelia to appear in the center of the nightmare. Even your will isn't strong enough to face the nightmare here." Alex stood up and turned to Bloody Bomb's direction. Leaning on the table he slowly started to move towards the Angelia.
"What is this place...?" Bloody Bomb demanded, as he pressed herself against the wall.
"Well what does it look like?!" Alex laughed, "Its the feast for the Clown, don't tell me you don't know who that is."
"The clown...." Bloody Bomb thought to himself, still keeping an eye on Alex. Then it struck him, "Of course, the first person to be taken over by the nightmare...Warren." Then he looked up at Alex...what had happened to him. He was dressed in an elegant suit, an old staff that he used as a cane in his left hand.
"Alex what has happened to you?" Bloody Bomb whimpered as Alex got very close.
"Something wonderful happened, the sooner you let the nightmare take you, the sooner you will be happy," Alex smiled and jabbed Bloody Bomb with a sharp instrument, sending him into unconsciousness.
* * *
Bloody Bomb woke up, his eyes focus on the room, soon realizing he was hanging high up on the wall used for showcased animals and furs. He had her own crest. The two metal chains on his arms tightened. Bloody Bomb screamed in pain.
Alex smiled as he gazed up at his masterpiece. Bloody hung on the wall, a crest behind him labeled The Angelia.
"I must be honest Bloody Bomb, your the best showcase in this room, and you will have such a great view of the dining table during the feast," Alex called up to him.
Bloody Bomb frantically shook around, desperately fighting to get free.
"There is no use in trying Bloody, I took away your light when I stabbed you," Alex giggled, showing her his knife gleaming with light. "I will just keep this with me for safety. Now why don't we wait for all the other guests to arrive why don't we?"
Alex hobbled to his seat and sat down. The room was now very dark, and finally Alex closed his eyes, not noticing the low light building inside of Bloody Bomb.
Last edited by Big Boom; August 20th, 2010 at 12:46 AM.
Ok I'm pretty sure we are all waiting for Mattbot to post. But i think hes on vacation or some type of break? (I don't know, but it must be a good reason since he hasn't been on for a week) I will just continue my post, and urge other participants to continue posting.
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Bloody Bomb started to squirm around frantically. Trying desperately to get free, but when whenever he tried, the shackles tightened to a beyond painful size. Bloody Bomb let out a scream, the shackles started to squeeze his wrists so much, the shackles started to impale her skin. Blood trickled down his hand, and started to drip and fall to the ballroom floor down below.
His breathing quickened, he could feel his inner power weakening as the shackles held him. It was like the nightmare was feeding off of him. From his spot he could see the saber in Alex's tightly gripped hand. The saber glowed with power...his power. It was all taken away, all of it. He couldn't do anything, he was trapped. At the mercy of his captor. Bloody Bomb had no idea what the clown was plotting, and why he dragged Alex into his plot. Did he want to kill the Angelia...? It had happened before. Past Angelia's have died when they crept to far into a nightmare. They all thought they had enough power, but in the end it turned against them. The nightmare mutating the Angelia into something...horrible. An Angelia is especially vulnerable when his/her power is drained. The nightmare could take the Angelia over at anytime, but it seemed to not do anything to Bloody Bomb.
"I was so stupid," Bloody Bomb whimpered to himself as he hung from the wall. "If I hadn't been so careless, none of this would have happened. Maybe I could have saved Alex..." Bloody Bomb started to observe the table, 12 seats were there in total. Alex was at the end, and Shadowstrike's limp body at on of the side chairs.
Bloody Bomb started to except him fate, dieing as a showcase on the wall. But then, he realized that an Angelia always has a bit of inner strength inside of him/her. There is always a backup, but only the strongest of the willed can reach that power, and know how to use it. Bloody Bomb knew he had to try, he took one last glance at Alex, then, just like him, he closed his eyes.
Last edited by Big Boom; August 20th, 2010 at 12:49 AM.
I'm not afraid of dying. I'm afraid I haven't been alive enough.
(Holy shit varth you know me too well)
The clown's cackling grew ever louder. LOF wanted to stand firm against the creature but could feel himself shrinking away. Finally his resolve broke and he sprinted for the doorway. With a shriek of delight the clown materialized, suddenly much taller then LOF, and flung himself after the retreating form. The ice spines grew and sharpened until their tips seemed to cut through the very air. The clown was on LOF before he was even halfway to the exit.
"Oh come on that isn't fair at all!" LOF moaned
"It's not about being fair. It's about being funny. I have a very unique sense of humor. Now you get to die an entertainer! It will bring me much entertainment! Think of this as your acting debut, and your retirement!
With a snort the clown hoisted LOF into the air high over his head, preparing to toss him to the icy spikes. LOF's body was limp and resigned. Then he remembered his attempted blood tests. The instinctive survivalist fear filled him and suddenly he began trashing like a hooked fish. The clown was surprised and for a moment released his grip. The spikes grew closer... closer... LOF lashed out with his feet and vaulted off of the top of the clown's painted head, slowing his fall with the clown's baggy pants and landing behind it. The clown snarled in annoyance and spun around to grab LOF again. LOF ducked the clown's massive swiping hands then jumped up, ramming his shoulder as hard as he could into the base of the clown's kneecap. The clowns leg buckled and he fell backward straight into the advancing spikes. Shrieking in pain, but with surprisingly blood coming from the sudden open wounds, he focused on where LOF had just been, reaching out his hands in violent, vengeful desperation. But the young man was already gone, ready to face whatever lay ahead. Somewhere up above, a small child happily licked an ice cream cone.
(it is goood to be back)
Last edited by leapoffaith; August 18th, 2010 at 09:22 PM.
She's like the village bicycle:
She reminds me of a time when people still trusted each other.
(Leapoffaith, your participating again! I will post a list of the people that are now recently posting in this dream. Now i think Bloody Bomb would agree, no more new participants for the current dream. This is just because we are too far in the plot to add any new characters. It would be too confusing. I think it would be ok if people who were participating in this thread to begin with join, since they are already in the in the plotline.)
1. Wadling
2. Mattbot
3. Bloody Bomb
4. Varthonai
5. Big Boom
6. Leapoffaith
Last edited by Big Boom; August 20th, 2010 at 12:49 AM.
I'm not afraid of dying. I'm afraid I haven't been alive enough.
LOF speeds down the dark hallway, far away from the screaming remains of the impaled Clown flailing behind him, splattering blood loudly against the echoing sides of the ice box. He runs until his muscles burn and his veins pump battery acid, and then he runs some more. Eventually he hears a faint clapping noise.
"Who's there?"
There is a snap, like the release of a taut rubber band, and then a white-gloved fingers closes around LOF's throat from behind and lifts him off the ground.
"Me again, silly boy," hisses the Clown, turning LOF around to make eye contact. "Congratulations on your 'escape.'"
"What? How did you--"
"Word to the wise, kid," chuckles the Clown. "I DON'T BLEED. The creature you fought was merely a sending."
The Clown somehow continues to applaud mockingly, despite having only one hand... or not. LOF suddenly notices that it has a total of six long and rubbery white-gloved arms, three at each of its shoulders.
"Now you've come to the heart of Nightmare," the Clown continues. "And you have done so of your own accord, with only a little prompting from me. That is good. It gives me greater power over you here. You can no longer conjure Dreamstuffs of your own accord, no more than these poor creatures of mine here."
The Clown gestures with one long arm, and the Scrying Mirror appears, showing Alex and Shadow_strike in its murky depths.
"Out there, you could have conjured a magical ally to save you," the Clown smirks. "Out there, you could fly and breathe fire and shoot lasers from your eyes and do anything within the limits of your will and imagination. But in this place, only MY imagination counts for anything. Moral of the story? LOOK before you Leap so faithfully, Frogger."
LOF looks around worriedly, closes his eyes, and tries to wish himself away, to no avail.
"Down here," says the Clown, "there is only me... and your worst Nightmare."
One of the Clown's limbs extends toward LOF's face. Two of the four main fingers pry open LOF's left eyelid, and the rubber on the thumb peels back to reveal a syringe full of throbbing black liquid. The remaining two fingers pump back and forth, and the needle of the syringe extends to almost seven inches in length. The tip of the needle hovers over LOF's left pupil.
"I've taken a liking to you, little Leaper," laughs the Clown. "You've given me the run-around for a longer time than most. So I'm gonna make you a little deal... I can give you staggering power beyond your wildest dreams if you'll agree to be bound by my rule. Or, if you'd prefer, I can stab you through the eye, suck out your brain, and make you a mindless servant. Which sounds good to you, fella?"
LOF tries to close his eyes, but is stopped by the grip of the Clown's fingers on his eyelids. It feels horribly like his eyelids will rip themselves apart if he tries to force them shut.
Last edited by Varthonai; August 19th, 2010 at 07:28 AM.
(AAAH sorry I'm takin so long!)
Leapy was not an evil person, but the fear was excruciating and he saw that he had no real choice in then matter. He glared at the clown as well as he could with his eyes so far opened and gave his answer, trying to sound confident in spite of the needle hovering inches from his pupil. "Fine. You got it man. Lets put the needle down now and let me do bad shit with unlimited power or whatever it is that you want me to do" the clown pulled the syringe back slightly, but did not release it's vice-like grip on Leapy as the dreamer had hoped. It grinned doubtfully.
Really? Really reeeeeeally? You sure you aren't just bullshitting your way out of taking a needle like you always do?
Leapy caught his breath and tried to save his own life, but he lacked the words to do it. The clown's eyes changed to those of a begging puppy
Aw cmooooon. Think of all the fun we could have! Pweeeeeeze?
Leapy's throat was tight
Just say the word, buckaroo!
Still nothing.
Come on! I don't got all day!
LOF looked to the sky hopefully, but saw nothing. He couldn't stall for much longer, and he sure as hell wasn't going to let his morals get his brain sucked out.
(now would be a great time for someone to rescue me... or just abandon me *sniffle* thats fine too)
Last edited by leapoffaith; September 2nd, 2010 at 09:25 AM.
She's like the village bicycle:
She reminds me of a time when people still trusted each other.
(@ Big Boom. I see where you're coming from, but new participants would just be on the list for next dream. Don't forget how it all works.
P.S., Perhaps we should wrap things up and start a new dream. Can I hear opinions from participants?
P.P.S. That gender confusion now has me mentally muddled. Oh good grief. I AM a man, right?)
A sea cucumber can tighten and loosen, practically liquifying to fit in a tight space and then hardening again. It's gross, but it was the first escape method that my Angelia Spark had produced, and I melted through my holdings. Overjoyed at my - somewhat gross - escape, I decided to have a little fun. I oozed through a crack in the glass. Alex reached to grab me and I divided between his fingers and joined again when his hand pulled back.
"You think that you can destroy us? We exist to keep YOU in check, not vice versa. Don't you know what would happen if the Nightmares went free? INSANITY would happen. There would be nothing except madness!"
Alex raised an eyebrow.
"Can't say I see things your way, but I seriously don't see a problem with that."
It was my turn to raise an eyebrow. I hardened back to a dog.
"You can't win this war," We said in unison.
Last edited by Bloody Bomb; August 19th, 2010 at 11:54 PM. Reason: Participation.
(Ok Bloody Bomb fixed everything. Again really sorry about the gender confusion. I still frankly don't know everyone's gender in DQ. :|)
I'm not afraid of dying. I'm afraid I haven't been alive enough.
(It's cool. Imma be off camping for some days, so I'm leaving you in charge until I are back.)
Alex started to grin, Bloody Bomb's face expression hardened. Alex let out a deep sigh as he got up. "From what you said, it looks like you don't know anything about what is actually happening. Our intention was never to break the barrier between Nightmares and Dreams. Although you have a great idea. We are only trying to....correct some dreamers."
"Correct what?!" Bloody Bomb retorted.
"We change them, to the clown's liking. He changed me for the better, and I must say I have never felt happier. We change some of the dreamers for the better, and sometimes kill off the ones that just can't be altered. From what I know, one of the dreamers is being changed as we speak. I can't wait to see how..." Alex told Bloody Bomb.
Bloody Bomb looked at Alex for any of the changes that he claimed to have. But there was nothing that he had not noticed about Alex before. The cane, the elegant clothes, everything was the same. Then Bloody Bomb looked at Alex's face, his eyes....looked like two deep black holes. Endless, helpless....
Bloody Bomb looked to his right and saw the table. More people had appeared...more dead dreamers. Bloody Bomb's time was running out. From the looks of it, the wounds of the dead were to deep and long untreated to do any good. He could only save the changed dreamers now...but he needed more power....his Angelia power...the dagger.
Alex chuckled, "If you want your dagger...go and get it." Alex took out the glowing dagger from inside of him. His body started to turn into particles again, taking the dagger with him. The cockroaches headed for the cracks in the walls, the dagger disappearing with them. Bloody Bomb looked for the nearest door, running after Alex.
I'm not afraid of dying. I'm afraid I haven't been alive enough.
(BAP! I'm back! -snatches the game up like an illegitimate love child and clutches it with twitchey eyes-
The bold text is for brief insights leading outside of the dreamer universe. Not events, just statements.)
Like the rest, there is nothing special about me. Nothing special about Warren. In fact, nothing special about any of us that are currently in positions of power. I know that tonight, I will very likely not be an Angelia. Maybe I'll be a nightmare, or most likely of all, a normal dreamer. Perhaps I will be the initial dreamer, and the universe will shift to my imagination. But looking back on the experience, I can only assume that the Angelia gift came through a splash of uncommon strength, in my brain one night and in another brain the next. Who knows?
Knowing that time was of the essence, I ran. I ran for sanity. I ran for insanity. Somewhere not far was Alex, and maybe also the big fish - Warren. Using what scraps of light remained to me, I sped up, glowing, until I was just a bright bolt, zipping from point A to point B, bouncing from surface to surface.
"Ow! Aaagh! Oof! Man, if I ever catch up with him tomorrow morning, he's in for the lecture of a lifet-OWWW!"
Bouncing like a rubber ball hurts. 'Nuff said.
And then I was, once again, above the pool. A Turtle brother raised his eyebrow at me.
Bursting through the foul smoke, Matt lowered the rifle into his right arm and braced it against his bulging muscles. He began lacing the surrounding area with hot lead, a stream of burnt out empty shells blasting from the side of the gun piling up on the ground around his feet. The heavy recoil from the gun was nearly completely nullified by Matt’s right bicep, his free arm casually holding his smoking pipe in place. The turtle brothers flew back in a shower of bullets, unable to react quick enough to the manly rage. Wadling sprant down to his side and began pumping another round into the already decimated bodies while Matt dropped his empty clip and began firing from a pump action grenade launcher attachment.
Once the smoke cleared, what little was left of the area was a smoldering series of craters and bullet holes. Most of the people in the area at the time of the entry had fled the scene while a few other stood gawping at the chaos around them. A lone dog sniffing the remains of the turtle brothers.
“Nice and quiet, just like Antarctica.” Matt muttered to himself, grinning at a fond memory of a past investigation.
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