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Lord Diov: 20
Khellendrosiic: 20
Hallucinogen: 20
Essex: 22
Prodiguy: 21
The Soviet: 21
Lazarus: 12
Devious Me: 20
Burning Brawler: 18
Arashi: 19
Halo Inc: 13
Billy Boy: 17
Leo Gunner: ARROW'D
Pheonyx: 16
Mithral Zeta: 16
Cowman: TROLL'D
Moiread Scott: 17
Seikon: MENTAL BLAST HEAD EXPLODE'D
Coldfire Kaiser: HEAD SHOTT'D
Army of Grey: 19
Ozell One: 22
Healed Army of Grey by my Magical Pointy Finger of Randomness.
Blapped Halo Ic. -
The Phyrexian Bloodstocks had already reached the Necron Front lines.
They attacked. They literally rushed right into the middle of the fray, and attacked everything around them with their four arms.
They were only the first wave, however.
From the hole in the ground came Phyrexian Scutuas. Hundreds of the five foot tall and akward looking creatures slowly shambled forth.
The Vat Priest however far above the madness raised a hand...
From beneath the Necrons, giant claws of flow stone rose, ripping everything about them to shreds, aiding the Bloodstocks. -
The Vat Priest swore and spat as it was run over hundreds of times.
It slowly got up from the ground. Several cracking noises were heard.
It fell back down again, obviously dead. Again.
More Spinal Centipedes crawled out from beneath the tattered and red robes, and began crawling and zig-zagging in every direction. -
Lord Diov: 18
Khellendrosiic: 20
Hallucinogen: 20
Essex: 21
Prodiguy: 21
The Soviet: 21
Lazarus: 12
Devious Me: 20
Burning Brawler: 18
Arashi: 19
Halo Inc: 13
Billy Boy: 17
Leo Gunner: 7
Pheonyx: 16
Mithral Zeta: 16
Cowman: TROLL'D
Moiread Scott: 17
Seikon: MENTAL BLAST HEAD EXPLODE'D
Coldfire Kaiser: HEAD SHOTT'D
Army of Grey: 17
Ozell One: 22
Healed Prodiguy. Because...Uh...Alas, Alackaday, Therefore. THAT'S WHY.
Blipped Leo Gunner. -
The Card read very clearly on one side...
"Peregrin Island, Nook to the left of Portal Court, 3:15 P.M. Don't be late."
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It was then that the shadows started to move.
Or rather, not really the shadows, but the things within them.
A Longbow agent was busy defusing a bomb...
When suddenly, from HIS OWN SHADOW, black chintonous claws that could grip a car in its grasp easily grabbed hold of him and shredded him to bits.
All around the city, things like this were happening. Longbow and Heroes were all suddenly ripped to shreds by mysterious monsterous creatures that arose from their own shadows. Some were pulled INTO their own shadows, never to be seen again. Others were simply torn apart. A few were thrown around like rag dolls.
Strangely enough though...
These strange THINGS wern't attacking or manifesting around street gangs.
Quite the obvious in fact. The street gangs appeared to be HELPING the shadow creatures!
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~Correct as usual, Noitpeced.~
"As always, my lord."
~Now, if I am correct, this is about the time the mud atoms should detonate. Then the resistance members should leap out a few minutes after that to save anyone still alive.~
"Yes."
~Everything is going according to plan, then. However...I'm still weary. If anyone figures out that this wasn't caused by Abdul, this might not work...~
"My lord, chances are some people are already suspicious that he is not behind this. I assure you, the correct people do not know. At the best, they have an inkling of doubt. There's no proof that he didn't do this, after all."
~I miss the days when you could count on mortals to take over the world themselves. Now we have to babysit them and do their own work for them.~
"You're the one who made the deal."
~I was bored.~
"You always are, my lord." -
Lord Diov: 18
Khellendrosiic: 22
Hallucinogen: 19
Essex: 21
Prodiguy: 19
The Soviet: 21
Lazarus: 13
Devious Me: 20
Burning Brawler: 18
Arashi: 19
Halo Inc: 14
Billy Boy: 16
Leo Gunner: 10
Pheonyx: 15
Mithral Zeta: 16
Cowman: TROLL'D
Moiread Scott: 16
Seikon: MENTAL BLAST HEAD EXPLODE'D
Coldfire Kaiser: HEAD SHOTT'D
Army of Grey: 17
Ozell One: 21
Healedd Soviet for inventing cold blooded psychopathic characters who make perfect thread enforcers...
Couldn't decide who to screw over, so I used my magical pointy finger of doom. -
Lord Diov: 16
Khellendrosiic: 22
Hallucinogen: 19
Essex: 21
Prodiguy: 19
The Soviet: 21
Lazarus: 13
Devious Me: 20
Burning Brawler: 18
Arashi: 19
Halo Inc: 14
Billy Boy: 16
Leo Gunner: 12
Pheonyx: 15
Mithral Zeta: 17
Cowman: Attack of the Troll!
Moiread Scott: 16
Seikon: MENTAL BLAST HEAD EXPLODE'D
Coldfire Kaiser: HEAD SHOTT'D
Army of Grey: 17
Ozell One: 20
Healed Hal. Shot Cow.
Soviet. Have you ever wondered what would happened if Prikker and Snikker both overdosed on Superdyne? Please take the opprotunity to find out and remove Cowman from the thread. ^.^ -
(( 1:13 P.M. Faultline ))
*Dinkle*
There was a dingling noise as the door into the pizza parlor was heard.
El D heard a voice behind him. "Are you El D, registered hero #914,925?"
Behind him stood a man in black cargo pants, a red buisness suit with a black tie, covered by a trench coat. His hair was in a pony tail, he wore cliche government glasses, and a bandana around his face. He looked quite a good deal like a thug enforcer.
"My name is Mr. White, C.I.A." He flashed an I.D. in El D's face. "We have a situation that requires SPECIAL attention, and we have selected you as a potential deniable opperative. We would like you to meet with a group of other heroes at THIS location..." He held out a buisness card. "If you don't want to come, just say so. This is entirely optional. Just know this involves the fate of Paragon City."
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Suddenly, throughout Paragon city...
*Attention citizens and heroes! We have reports of Abdul Alharzed has been inciting gangs within the city to rally to his cause, and several public facilities, along with several back alleys and even street roads have been discovered booby trapped using smuggled military supplies given to said gangs, who have been planting these traps in Abdul Alharzed's name. A curfew is in effect for your safety, and all citizens are ordered to return to your homes, and remain inside while heroes and Longbow scour the city clean of traps. All heroes are asked to immediately gear up and commence a search in collaboration with Longbow. Thank you.*
This message blared from every T.V. and from every speaker. Anyone who could do THAT had to be official. Very soon, most of Paragon's streets and districts were emptied of civilians.
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*Unknown Location*
"The broadcast has been issued. Everything is in place. Longbow has been effectively pacified, there we be no resistance from them. Hero Corps is occupied, and the Freedom Phalanx have all been nullified along with Longbow, my lord."
~Hmm. So I take it the ambushes are all in place? At the exact places, and I assume they have all been instructed on the times?~
"Yes."
~Are you sure? Over a million heroes, and not an ambush out of place. You are positive nothing has gone wrong within the last few hours to disrupt each individual ambush?~
"My lord, the records state quite clearly what will happen. You've already read them."
~Yes, yes...But the transitional tangent of possibility only happens 97% of the time. Just because I saw what happened myself does not neccessarilly make it so. Fate only has so much power.~
"I think it is safe to take our chances with this one."
~Indeed. I also assume that all the mysterious "Resistance" members are in place to leap out at the last second?~
"Yes, my lord. Everything is going according to plan."
~.....~
"What is it?"
~I was thinking how funny this is. I made that deal with him...For amusement...Yet here I find myself actually worried about the outcome of all of this. Anxious. This isn't like me.~
"That's merely because you are indirectly involved in more ways then one. In previous experiences, you just sat at the sidelines watching. Now though..."
~Yes. I see what you mean.~
The two voices silenced. -
Lord Diov: 16
Khellendrosiic: 21
Hallucinogen: 18
Essex: 21
Prodiguy: 19
The Soviet: 21
Lazarus: 13
Devious Me: 20
Burning Brawler: 17
Arashi: 19
Halo Inc: 13
Billy Boy: 16
Leo Gunner: 13
Pheonyx: 15
Mithral Zeta: 17
Cowman: 4
Moiread Scott: 16
Seikon: MENTAL BLAST HEAD EXPLODE'D
Coldfire Kaiser: HEAD SHOTT'D
Army of Grey: 16
Ozell One: 20
Tossed a heal onto the Troll.
Tossed the cow into a hole. -
Lord Diov: 15
Khellendrosiic: 20
Hallucinogen: 18
Essex: 21
Prodiguy: 18
The Soviet: 20
Lazarus: 13
Devious Me: 20
Burning Brawler: 17
Arashi: 19
Halo Inc: 12
Billy Boy: 16
Leo Gunner: 13
Pheonyx: 15
Mithral Zeta: 17
Cowman: 9
Moiread Scott: 16
Seikon: MENTAL BLAST HEAD EXPLODE'D
Coldfire Kaiser: HEAD SHOTT'D
Army of Grey: 16
Ozell One: 20
Healed Essex for no particular reason.
Blapped Cowman. Because I am secretly prejudice against cows. -
Yep. Ok, Soviet...uh...Does Marcus know how to do the Akira thing?
Please Remove Seikon from the thread. ^.^ -
((Oh. >.> stupid me. Editing.))
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"How Crude." Came a voice from approxiamtely above Natane.
A fifteen foot tall Vat Priest, cloaked in blood red from head to toe, hovered above the downed woman. His red and cloaked face glared blindly at her, and his black talons clacked together, sending trembling rushes of black static along his chintonous hands.
"Remind me to make sure his kind are boiled in the flesh mills rather then be laborors after I have replaced your spinal column."
What looked like centipedes-giant centipedes-began to fall from the depths of the Vat Priest's robes. Three feet long, a mixture of mechanicle and biological fusion, these were spinal centipedes. Designed to literally rip the spide out of an opponent and replace it, effectively making the host a slave to the will of Phyrexia and the dark one. Six centipedes headed for Grimjaw, chasing after him. Three headed for the downed woman. -
Rosie failed to get Poe in the headlock she desired due to the force bubble surrounding him, but the sheer force of her attack knocked him to the ground anyway.
*HSSSSSSSSS!*
The glass bauble Poe had been fiddling with suddenly started to spray out its contents. It was a Gas Trap. The stuff swirled upwards, and started to fill up Toy Dispenser's bubble. It was a very potent poison, and Poe had even used it to make Statesman barf uncontrolably for a full minute once. True, Poe had run the hell away from Statesman, but that wasn't the point. Rosie would soon be in trouble if she couldn't find a way to get rid of the gas.
Poe spat a goblet of blood from his mouth. "Let's turn up the heat..."
He raised a hand, and shot a single flare towards the top of Toy Dispenser's bubble... -
Poe ignited his left hand and tried to smash Rosie on the head with a flaming hand.
"A bad Valentines Day? HA! It isn't bad YET! Just watch me!"
Then he managed to hit the last button the the silver sphere right before Rosie managed to yank it away.
*Beep beep dip*
The little sphere suddenly grew a antennae tip, and several red lights rose up and started blipping. Then a dome of force expanded from it...
Poe had activated a force field generator. The little sphere slipped out of Rosie's hands as its own force bubble enveloped it.
Poe dropped to the ground next to the FFG, a force bubble popped into existance around him, and he started fiddling with a little glass ball with green goop in it... -
Lord Diov: 15
Khellendrosiic: 20
Hallucinogen: 18
Essex: 20
Prodiguy: 18
The Soviet: 19
Lazarus: 12
Devious Me: 20
Burning Brawler: 17
Arashi: 18
Halo Inc: 12
Billy Boy: 16
Leo Gunner: 13
Pheonyx: 15
Mithral Zeta: 17
Cowman: 12
Moiread Scott: 15
Seikon: 2
Coldfire Kaiser: HEAD SHOTT'D
Army of Grey: 16
Ozell One: 20
Healed Prodiguy.
Blapped Seikon since about to bite the dust anyway. -
Rosie's claws tore into Poe's vest, and dug into his flesh. He flinched, and his levitated form shot backwards on reaction.
"My vest!" He hissed as his own blood began to stain the white leather. "You [censored]! DIE!"
Poe's hand was suddenly filled with several gleaming silvery objects. He launched them forward...
They were caltrops!
Caltrops rained down atop Rosie.
With his other hand, Poe pulled a little silver eight-ball sized sphere out of one of his pockets, and he was furiously hitting a control panel on the sphere, hoping he could activate whatever it was before Rosie could get free of the caltrops. Normally he could have had the thing up and running already, but his own blood had managed to get onto his hands, making them sticky and gooey. -
Poe's grinned widened.
"You are perfectly correct. DJ Zero was not the only thing keeping the power dampeners running. However, the backup system has conveniently shut down, and the speaker systems and their power dampening sonic vibrations, as you have nocited by now, have switched to a differant song. Until the good DJ wakes up, this is just another free for all zone."
He started to hover slightly above the ground. It was strange, last time anyone had seen Poe, he hadn't had fire powers or the ability to fly. The answer was the Gigas Crystal from the whole zombie apocalypse deal. It had had some interesting mutational side affects. ((Fire/Traps Corr))
"BURN!" Poe screamed. The landmine was thrown at DJ Zero's unconcious form. Poe was trying to eliminate him before he woke up to restore order. The ball of flame Poe had been holding was also suddenly launched at Rosie, and homed in on her... -
Poe's grin didn't falter.
"Oh dear me. It looks like I'll have to burn you all to cinders for my little party to happen."
The DJ was busy being mobbed by the now-dellusional and drunk partygoers. A few swear words later, there was a tinkling noise...
And DJ Zero fell to the ground unconcious, shards of glass in his hair.
"Well would you look at that. You know what this means?"
Poe snapped his fingers. A ball of flame appeared in his hand.
"The power dampeners are off." With a flash, a a landmine appeared in his left hand.
"I'm going to give this place a Valentines Day they've never had before. Who's first?" -
((I'd like to pull out Lord H'taed and give his Avatar of Cataclysm Move a Twirl...But I want to give my precious Phyrexians a chance!
))
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A slight static haze rolled over the explosive chemicals. It was a very low magnatude field-not even enough to give you a static shock. However, it served its purpose.
The volatile chemicals slowly pooled together into a very very small puddle on the floor. Once every last drop of the stuff was pooled...
The electrical static haze within it managed to lift the little ball of explosive liquid off the ground and into the air, where it floated nicely.
"So." H'taed's voice rang from the static. "Where do we go from here?"
Slowly, a spark whizzed on the ground...
It spun and grew...
Then there was a shower of sparks and a small storm of static, and Lord H'taed stood.
"Mind if I toss the ball of doom away?" -
Lord Diov: 15
Khellendrosiic: 19
Hallucinogen: 18
Essex: 20
Prodiguy: 17
The Soviet: 19
Lazarus: 13
Devious Me: 20
Burning Brawler: 17
Arashi: 17
Halo Inc: 13
Billy Boy: 16
Leo Gunner: 13
Pheonyx: 15
Mithral Zeta: 17
Cowman: 12
Moiread Scott: 15
Seikon: 4
Coldfire Kaiser: HEAD SHOTT'D
Army of Grey: 15
Ozell One: 20
Heal Khellendrosiic to magical 20, blap Seikon. -
Poe grinned at Rulaag, holding his second hallucinogenic cocktail.
"Now for the fun part. If the good DJ were to find himself incapacitated, I wonder if the power dampeners would shut off? Then we would have one HELL of a party!"
The DJ himself had just flown into the hero side bar to see what the hell was going on.
"FORE!" Poe yelled, and hurled the bottle at the DJ. -
((Grey gets a point for not even being here and I get nothing.
Hal, can you give me some Emo lessons?))