• What Are You Thinking? V. Attack of the Crones
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[QUOTE=Nautsabes;18362207]I don't think my behavioural science teacher likes me too much. I'm too cynical for that class :v:[/QUOTE] I don't think the relationship between a supposed necrophiliac and a behavioural science teacher would be fabulous from the get-go, to be honest.
It's only 9 PM here.
luckily i have a group of friends who aren't into that stuff
[QUOTE=Giner;18362162]aghh im talkin to a guy who uses epic fail, XD and win on a regular basis, its pretty embarassin[/QUOTE] I know how you feel like.
it's 2am here
[QUOTE=Dronaroid;18362237]I don't think the relationship between a supposed necrophiliac and a behavioural science teacher would be fabulous from the get-go, to be honest.[/QUOTE] She doesn't know about my little secret :ssh: [editline]06:02PM[/editline] She seemed really put off too when I asked about masochism and what approach of psychology would be best suited to studying it.
Did somebody order a [B]LARGE HAM?![/B]
what the hell, 10 hours and then 1 minute? :O Off ice skating today for the first time
Was FP down or something? The last reply was 10 hours ago but the thread was still near the top :|
That's got to be a record for the minimum posts in a WAYT over 10 hours :v:
Woohoo! We're back online!
lol i have to admit, i was pretty bored
I held out pretty well. Played through Half-Life "Ghost Busters" style.
[QUOTE=DuncanFrost;18362378]Was FP down or something? The last reply was 10 hours ago but the thread was still near the top :|[/QUOTE] Yeah went down around 2 last night
Argh, why doesn't my mum just stya out of my fucking room, I'm 18 years old. ALso she's telling me to keep my door open to air the house off, she said this while smoking
WHy don't you get out of your moms house? You're 18 years old.
bill bailey
Monetary problems, perhaps? [editline]12:16PM[/editline] [QUOTE=DuncanFrost;18362428]bill bailey[/QUOTE] awesum
Facepunch was down for everyone else, Right?
Down for 10 hours
[QUOTE=lord_trid;18362457]Facepunch was down for everyone else, Right?[/QUOTE] Nope. [editline]07:20AM[/editline] Damnit Nintendo-Gay, I was gonna mess with him.
Dammnit facepunch. Making me go outside with my friends :argh:
It feels like snow weather outside for some strange reason.
[QUOTE=Mr. Someguy;18362477]Nope. [editline]07:20AM[/editline] Damnit Nintendo-Gay, I was gonna mess with him.[/QUOTE] :smug:
Gentlemen, I have my next installment ready to deploy. It's a bit shorter this time, since it's the concluding part of a rather long edition, but it's kinda good nonetheless.
[QUOTE=lord_trid;18362507]Dammnit facepunch. Making me go outside with my friends :argh:[/QUOTE] In the middle of the night & morning? I think not.
post it off keyboard joe
[QUOTE=Giner;18362511]It feels like snow weather outside for some strange reason.[/QUOTE] How do you mean?
[QUOTE=kaskade700;18362540]In the middle of the night & morning? I think not.[/QUOTE] Did you know: When it's night for you, it's day on the other side of the world. [img]http://blogs.pitch.com/plog/the_more_you_know2.jpg[/img]
Alrighty, here we go. The city lights whizzed by Damien as his projection sped towards the Cathedral. They danced and flickered across his eyes, as he closed in on his target. Soon, he was enveloped in the dark shadows of the subterranean world, a vast expanse of minerals and soil, the only light coming from his highlighted destination, and the occasional subway tunnel he passed through. After many minutes of travel, he came at last to a vast underground cavern, filled with arcane machinery and menacing shadows. At the top of the chamber, there was a cruel-looking device filled with sharp objects that crushed, ground, sliced and processed the Felan sacrifices cast into it's steel jaws, converting them into a thick slurry of flesh and bone, the organic matter that was to be the bricks and mortar of restoring Chattur'gha to his former boundless power. Damien averted his gaze from the horrific sacrificial device above, and set his thoughts upon the accursed transmitter. However, he instead found a large pit, roughly 200ft in diameter, taking up half of the gigatic cavern with it's size. Gazing in, he beheld his quarry, the Great Being of Matter, the mighty Chattur'gha. He did indeed look incomplete, as Chloe had described Him. His body still had exposed areas of orange flesh, which glowed like hellish embers in the darkness of the cavern, and His massive claws were nowhere to be seen, with only the pitiful stumps of what would soon be His arms present on either side of His body. His serpentine tail was also non-existent, meaning that he was still immobile and incapable of leaving His Incubator. Yet. But even in this weakened state, He could still tear Damien asunder with little effort. And so, Damien left the Ancient to His incubation, regretting his current inability to destroy Him here and now. At last, he found the transmitter, spreading it's vile madness across the ether. He wasted no time in closing the distance, and started to work on it's primitive electronics. First, he wiped the patterns of it's hard-drives, instead programming in a Sanity Recovery code, undoing the madness that was screaming across the airwaves. Next, using an artificial electromagnetic resonation effect, he fried the primitive copper wiring that the energy current travelled along, disabling the plane-breaking magnetic manifolds, shattering the psionic resonators, and wiping the pattern drives. The machine was now worthless, a bucket of bolts and broken parts. But his work was not yet done: he had to stall the Incubator, give everyone a bit more time to prepare for what could potentially be this universe's final battle. Casting a powerful disenchantment, the grinders started to melt, and the slurry of flesh and bone started to vapourize, turning into a useless flow of ashes. "Better to destroy the remains...", Damien thought sorrowfully. "...than to use them for the end of all things..." He allowed himself a smile of grim satisfaction in his work. He had given the universe a bit more time, a greater chance of survival... Not much, but still a better chance. "[b]DO YOU THINK THAT THIS WILL DO ANYTHING TO PREVENT MY RETURN, FLESH AND BONE?[/b]", a demonic voice bellowed from below. Looking down, Damien beheld Chattur'gha once again, His many mouths gnashing with irritation, and His many eyes scrunched up into a hideous esoteric frown. "[b]YOUR SCHEMES OF SALVATION WILL DO NOTHING TO SPARE THIS WORLD, WIZARD. MY MERE EXISTENCE ON THIS PLANET IS ENOUGH TO ENSURE MY INEVITABLE VICTORY![/b]" "Well, that's all fine and dandy, Mr Crab...", Damien scoffed with haughty smugness. "But just consider this, at least TRY to think of this concept. If you DO actually manage to defeat me at the time of the final battle, and wipe this universe clean of life, what then?" Chattur'gha now appeared to be deep in thought, or as deep as He could, due to His near-negligible intelligence in comparison to the other Ancients. "[b]DO NOT TRY TO MAKE ME THINK, WIZARD...[/b]", He boomed. "[b]THE POWER OF THE MIND IS OF NO USE TO ME. MY MIGHT OVERCOMES IT, JUST AS I OVERCAME XEL'LOTATH![/b]" "As ignorant as the others...", Damien muttered. "Ok sure, you overcome Mind, but you're no match for Magick, ya bleedin' appetiser!" Chattur'gha laughed at this blatant insult, coming from such a lowly creature. "[b]APPETISER?[/b]", He queried. "[b]SUCH IRONY, THAT YOU OF ALL THINGS WOULD CONSIDER ME AN APPETISER![/b]" "Well, you are effectively a giant fire lobster...", Damien pointed out. "...and in this universe, along with countless others, people EAT lobsters. Although personally, I don't like shellfish, especially when they're a thousand feet tall and want to eat people..." "[b]ENOUGH OF THIS, MORTAL...[/b]", He grumbled. "[b]...AND BRACE YOURSELF FOR OBLIVION![/b]" A stream of pure fire rushed out of Chattur'gha's main mouth, nearly grazing Damien's shoulder. "Alrighty, my job here is done", Damien declared. "I'll see ya when I see ya, Lobster Johnson!" "[b]GRAAAAAH JUST DIIIEEEEEEE![/b]", He replied with boundless rage at this morsel's blasphemous impertinence. "Cheerio!" And with that, Damien ended the projection, returning once again to his physical body. Opening his mortal eyes, he saw Chloe looking down at him, concern in her face and eyes. "Well?", she asked. "Did it work?" "Indeed it did, girl", Damien confirmed, rising up off of the futon. "The machines are ruined, and the madness afflicting your race has been undone. Chattur'gha's plans have been stopped... For now, at least..." On the coffee table, his cellphone rang. Who could possibly be ringing at this ungodly hour? Barely fighting off the seductive rapture of sleep, Damien picked up the phone, and answered the call. "Damien, it's Janos", the Ancient Vampire explained. "Tonight we experienced a terrible curse upon the Felans, briefly robbing them of their sanity..." "*yawn* I know, Janos", Damien replied, now on the razor's edge of consciousness. "I projected myself to a transmitter they were using in the Cathedral, and reversed the effects before destroying the machine" "You did what?!", Janos exclaimed. "But-but ho- WHOA!" A bump resounded in Janos' chamber. "Sorry, I fell out of my chair...", he explained. "But seriously, how in God's name did you do such a thing?!" "Well, I just used an astral projection spell I wrote some time back, and used the transmission to track the source", Damien explained. "Things are kinda boundless when you're a wizard with a mind like mine... By the by, I also managed to cripple the machine that Chattur'gha was being reconstituted in, give us a bit more time before-" "Damien, I must be frank with you", Janos continued. "You are exactly as the prophecies foretold! You are truly destined for greatness, but all we can give you in return is our undying gratitude..." "Thanks Janos, I appreciate it", Damien replied. "Also, have you been working on getting Jaren's Law repealed? We need as much Magick as we can in order to defeat Him" "I'll try my best, friend...", Janos vowed. "I still have some influence on the Council, hopefully I can appeal to Emperor Kain. It'll surely take some convincing to get him to agree, though..." "Ok then, best of luck. Laters chap". Damien put down the phone, and rubbed his head. He desperately needed sleep, and the sun had already risen. With barely a spark of energy left, he lumbered drowsily back to his bed. But before he could open the door, he felt Chloe's hand on his shoulder. She looked into his eyes, and he looked back into hers. With silent mutual admiration, they walked into the room, and a few minutes later, she fell asleep in his arms. Damien decided not to plug into his CJ34 again tonight, as he now had someone to take care of. Her sleeping body, so soft and smooth, so warm and alive, warmed him in his heart and soul, and he eventually slipped into a dream-ridden sleep, the likes of such he had not experienced since he bought the console a year and a half ago. But whilst Chloe's dreams were laden with desires for her new-found love, Damien's dreams were far from that. They were laden with eldritch horrors, creatures that lurked in the darkness, visions of power and evil. His brush with Chattur'gha had left a permanent mark on him, the likes of which would remain with him for all eternity. In his dreams, he saw himself in the chamber beneath the Cathedral, although this time Chattur'gha seemed to have arms now. At Damien's side was Chloe, now a powerful wizard like himself, and another Felan, a male with grey fur and green eyes, holding a glowing blue crystal. This man seemed all-too familiar, even though Damien had never met him before. But most disconcerting was of what Damien had become. He saw himself with pale-blue see-through skin, long eldritch tentacles present where his fingers and toes were meant to be. Magickal orbs floated in a circular pattern around his mouthless head, his long hair flowing like water across his body, and eyes glowing with pure magickal energy. The sight of what he had become chilled Damien to his bones, as he knew all too well what he now was. Before he could confirm in his mind what had happened, he heard his other self speak the words he had remembered so long ago. "The universe is a yawning chasm, filled with emptiness and the puerile meanderings of sentience...", the other Damien recited. "Why should you deserve special consideration in it, above all else, Chattur'gha?" Damien awoke in cold sweat, shaken by what had been spoken, and who had spoken them prior. These words were spoken by the Ancient that destroyed Chattur'gha in the first place, the Master of the Planes, the boundless Ulyaoth. What did this MEAN, though? Was this a metaphor of Damien's aspirations, his lust for magickal power, or a vision of things to come, where Damien would become like Ulyaoth? And what of the male Felan looking up at him, eyes wide with awe at what Damien had become? Was he a personification of Damien's past, awe-struck by the power wielded by his future, or was he someone else, a person that Damien would one day become acquainted with? His mind reeled with these questions, these dreams he had seen. Holding Chloe close, he gently kissed her on the shoulder. Her destiny would lead her to great power, just as Damien's would. But for now, they had a long way to go. There was much knowledge for both of them to learn, much power for them to gain, much strength to gather, in order to meet their date with destiny. Yes... It would be a long long road ahead, but of one thing Damien was truly certain. Saving this universe from eternal darkness, however simple it seemed... It was going to be anything but easy. Next issue: Part 3 of the Briefcase Recovery episode. How's that, eh?
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