View Full Version : AFTERMATH: Battrarules and the Slasher Blitzkrieg
June 21st, 2004, 07:35 AM
Battrarules listened as he heard Leatherface666 lunging at BattraKing. The chains groaned, and Battrarules shouted, "That's it!"
He walked right up to Leatherface, and calling on his gargantuan strength, he slugged the evil man right in the jaw. Leatherface666 collapsed. Battrarules said to BattraKing," I have a feeling that Leatherface will escape. He knows sorcery and his strength is increasing."
The two discussed the Leatherface scenario as they were floored by an explosion. Leatherface's mad cackle was heard as he took off. Battrarules, despite having a tremendous wound torn into his arm, followed him as the wound healed.
BattraKing awoke an hour later.
June 29th, 2004, 01:31 PM
Battrarules flew after Leatherface 666. He had garbed himself in armor that enhanced his strength, reflexes, and speed. As Leatherface halted in front of an old abandoned building, Battrarules watched.
Leatherface began a horrible incantation. Battrarules landed and prepared to stop him. Leatherface collapsed as Battrarules slammed a beam through his head. Battrarules then watched as Leatherface rose, angry beyond belief................
July 7th, 2004, 01:25 PM
The villain turned toward Battrarules and ran at full speed. Battrarules extended his tentacles and launched them at Leatherface, whom just barely avoided them, making a dramatic leap over Battrarules.
He then jammed his blades into the origin of Battrarules's tentacles. Battrarules howled in pain as Leatherface tore open the tentacles, effectively denuding Battrarules of his most powerful weapon.
Battrarules collapsed, as Leatherface sped off. Raptor came along next and nearly fainted at the gory scene..........
July 21st, 2004, 04:34 PM
Raptor stared queasily at the mutilated body of Battrarules. Fighting an urge to run away, she called the paramedics. The psychotic MPD shapeshifter had survived many things, so it was doudbtful he was dead.
A few minutes later the Paramedics arrived. As they lifted up Battrarules's body, a razor glove moved. They then watched as Battrarules's eyes blazed into life. The slasher killer chuckled and weakly said, "I guess you don't win them all."
As he was escorted to the hospital, the Paramedics noticed the wounds were slowly healing.
A few hours later, Raptor watched as Nanites were injected into Battrarules. They then formed a series of metalic tentacles. Battrarules then watched as his own tentacles reformed, within the nanite armor.
Battrarules then flew off, preparing to find Leatherface. When he did, there would be HELL to pay.
August 4th, 2004, 12:33 PM
Battrarules flew overhead and then he saw Leatherface. He was leading about 30 deadites toward the home of Desutoroia. Battrarules landed and said, "Boo!"
Leatherface was frozen in position by a burst of magic. Desu's house was empty, but Battrarules knew what could happen. He turned his arm into his adamantium chainsaw, and he shouted, "Come get some!"
August 14th, 2004, 10:39 AM
Battrarules, staring at the monsters facing him roared and charged right into them. After a gory, bloody hour, the Deadites were dead. Battrarules returned to his boiler room, and changed clothes.
He now realized fully that he was an artificial being, a chimera. Battrarules then strode out toward Radogoji's RMB area.
He arrived and spoke, " I wish to join your quest. Yes, I know. How can a monster like me not know?"
September 6th, 2004, 04:38 PM
Battrarules suddenly screamed. The shout rumbled through the streets. A lethal grin spread on Battrarules's face. In a voice that seemed to chill the Dracula-hunting groups very marrow, Battrarules said, "The original Bioprogramming is reasserting itself. Goodbye."
He took off. A few hours later, Jet Jaguar was busy filling out his paperwork about the Comedy and Tragedy Killings, when he heard a whistling sound. A car was thrown through his window, as Battrarules was seen walking by.
Jet Jaguar ducked even as Battrarules saw people walking by. His tentacles lashed out, and people were thrown around with ease. Jet Jaguar then realized what he had to do. He called the Mod Squad with no fear, though had he been human, he would have been scared beyond all belief.
A weregodzilla charged Battrarules, who threw it on the street with enough force to crack open the street. Trouble was brewing in Roostville.
September 7th, 2004, 07:22 AM
Battrarules suddenly saw a Roostville RobotTM coming at him. He just walked up to Jet Jaguar's three legged robot and with one fist knocked it over. The fall had wiped out at the very least three blocks of Roostville.
Battrarules then saw Saruman aiming his staff towards him. Snorting, the living weapon said, "Ooh, a stick!"
Then, he shattered the "stick" and climbed up the walls of a Roostville house. Seeing the inhabitant, Darkside Reject sittng on his sofa, Battrarules remembered how he had saved Darkside's life.
Darkside was thus spared, as Battrarules suddenly saw a figure who resembled Hellspawn with Godzilla spikes and yellow eyes. The figure proclaimed itself to be Spawn of the Atom.
He used his cape as support and began to battle Battrarules on the house of Darkside.
September 8th, 2004, 09:24 PM
Spawn of the Atom was bleeding badly, the wounds not able to heal with the amount of damage. He ripped into Battrarules, only to find that Battrarules was unharmed.
Spawn of the Atom then was hit with a roundhouse punch that caused him to faint on the street. He then dissipated. Battrarules then landed, slamming his fists on the street.
Cars fell over each other. Battrarules then ripped out a street sign and began swinging it into buildings. He was causing more property damage than any other incident in Roostville's history.
September 19th, 2004, 08:13 AM
Battrarules struggled against the chains BattraKing had helped restrain him with. His roaring attracted BattraKing's attention. He turned and said, "This'll fix you!"
He was holding Battrarules in an adamantium prison. Jet Jaguar reappeared and said, "After you restore his sentience, I'll handle him."
Upon seeing Jet, Battrarules roared and tore apart the chains. BattraKing then quickly fired his beams. The gory wound stopped Battrarules. Time stood still as the maniac stood motionless.
The wounds began to heal as Battrarules's eyes turned brown, instead of the red they had been. He then collapsed on the floor, all the monstrous power gone out of him. Jet Jaguar said,"Well, that was unexpected."
Battrarules was then taken into a secure hospital, so people could identify what had caused the rampage, and how to fix it.
April 5th, 2005, 03:54 PM
As Battrarules lifted Krueger up by the throat, Krueger spoke in the Daemich, the tongue of the old Slasher Confederacy, "Flian naftln B'uolq Gamyaris! Neoath deinm deacht pvon. Woldnton Mion!" (Listen up, Herr Gamyaris! Not yet death's time. Release me!) Gamyaris released Krueger, who then released a psychic signal into the minds of his hidden followers in Roostville. Nearly 50 werekaiju began to follow Kaiser Friedrich I as he began his campaign of conquest of Roostville's continent. Battrarules cursed and flew back to his boiler room. There he contacted President Owen Vinick of the United States. "Mr. President, I think we'd best talk." "Anything for the man who freed North America from Krueger."
April 6th, 2005, 04:49 PM
Battrarules arrived in Washington a day later. He changed into an Armani suit and a silk fedora. As he arrived in the White House, he saw Vice President Bartlet on his cell phone. Americans. Feh. Thought Battrarules as he entered the Oval Office. "Wilhelm Denison," came the voice of President Vinick, the son of Arnold Vinick. "Mr. President," responded Battrarules in a baritone voice, "I have distressing news. Fred Krueger has returned. " The President turned pale. "You were right, we needed to talk."
Friedrich Krueger was rampaging through Tokyo Monsterville and Monster Zeroville and was thoroughly enjoying it. The atrocities his forces had commited had convinced lesser towns like Neokaiju Universeburgh, and Keizer Ghidorah Terrence to fall under his sway. Already, rumors were cominng of the surrender of these towns as well. Kaiser Friedrich was building for himself a palace of Obsidian from Mount Kedzuel in Monster Zeroville. There seemed to be no end in sight to the carnage Friedrich could do.
April 9th, 2005, 05:18 PM
Hypeville, where the superhero fans lived, was where Krueger turned his bloodthirsty army next. In a fashion remnisicent of C.L. Werner's Lord Conqueror, Krueger had by sheer brutality begun to expand his army. As he led this, he directed hidden agents, survivors of his ancien regime, to open fighting on European soil, however, the war began in Russia, where the survivors of the Army of Darkness exploded from the Caucasus in a headlong race for Moscow. The chaos in the capital of Russia had invigorated the resurgent Communists, and the former Warsaw Pact nations were becoming very interested in restoring the old Cold War Alliance. Krueger didn't care. A single Slasher Army had toppled the old USSR once, and the new Russia was far weaker than its old masters. Krueger then began to direct Pinhead's Cenobite Legion towards Washington, and all was good. The nations of the world had no hope.
April 9th, 2005, 08:57 PM
WARNING: This post contains graphic violence and brutality.
As Battrarules talked with Vinick, news came. Krueger had launched campaigns on several continents. Battrarules laughed. "Mr. President, I trust the nation will survive Gamyaris vs. Pinhead, Part II."
As Battrarules teleported away, Vinick looked at the screen. A tall, demonic looking monster stood in opposition to Pinhead's 10,000 strong legion. He released his tentacles and the soldiers screamed in agony, as the beams sliced them in two. The next wave came forth, and Battrarules roared, that the heavens would witness the slaughter. As the troops came forth, he grew spikes and pierced them, causing blood to spray like a faucet. The immense Legion surrounded him, and he released beam after beam, slicing and tearing, in an ectasy of violence and hatred. Covered in blood, Battrarules turned to Pinhead. "Alright, Metalface, it's carving time!"
Pinhead launched the chains, which Ash's chainsaw shredded. Pinhead then came charging, and ended up with a severed arm for his trouble. Then Ash fired his shotgun, blowing chunks of flesh off Pinhead's arm. This was followed by tentacles, which gripped and began to pull. The deed done, Battrarules dumped the 20,000 pieces plus 6 into the ocean, where he cleansed himself of the blood. He then went back to Washington. BattraKing awaited him.
April 11th, 2005, 06:35 PM
Kaiser Friedrich I had in about a weeks time, through his powers, forged a castle in the midst of his Fandom Reich. Hypeville was being pulverized by his troops, who were burning and looting their way through it. His regime was already growing in power, as he had gained diplomatic recognition from Japan, fearful that the second Slasher Confederacy would do what the first couldn't, and take an entire continent. He had learned that the Shape, former Mayor Myers, was back, commanding his Iron Legion in Gojistompburg, and was making himself a second Jasonburgh. Jason himself, Krueger had healed his breach with and now Jason was using his commando units to assault Godzilla's Universal Village, and establish Jasongrad. By now, the Northern half of the Fandom Continent was being restored as the second Slasher Confederacy took shape.
April 11th, 2005, 09:33 PM
News of GojiStomp's fall quickly spread throughout Roostville. Necrotik knew that the Administration was confused on what to do, but he didn't care at all. He was more concerned that the Shape had again risen. Apparently, the ressurection of Krueger had prompted many rats out of their hiding spots. Necrotik wanted to crush every single one of these rats.
The sorcerer swooped overheard GojiStomp, in his personal favorite form of Cthulhu. He had trusted his protege with wiping out a smaller unit called the Sleepers, led by the sexually challenged Angela. Spawn of the Atom was nearly drooling when Necrotik gave him the instructions; he relished gory and merciless battles. This mission required Necrotik alone. He dropped from the skies, hurtling like a comet down into town's sqaure. The sorcerer felt no fear of what he planned to do; Michael Myers was agreeable (more so than Jason Voorhees, for example). Necrotik had expected that the Shape would not be out in the open.
A wall of citizens turned towards the new arrival, headed by Gatenboru. Necrotik observed how they appeared like zombies in their movement. Speaking in Daemich, he addressed them; "I am Necrotik, Legion of Jasonburgh. Bring me to the Shape." Strangely enough, the wall parted, forming a semicircle. Out of nowhere, Necrotik's danger senses skyrocketed. He jumped back, dodging the blow of a butcher knife as Michael Myers materialized from behind. Dressed in a blueish garb, what really caught attention was the chalk-white mask hiding the Shape's face from view. Cold, emotionless eyes looked on as Necrotik shifted from Cthulhu to Bagan. Myers lowered the butcher knife, the rest of his body unmoving. To his left appeared Webmaster Gary, the mark of the Thorn prominent on his shoulder. Green energy seemed to pulse from the sign. Like the others, Gary moved as if he was undead. The head of GojiStomp spoke, his voice echoing unnaturally as Daemich flowed from his tongue. "The Cult of the Thorn does not forget, Necrotik. State your business in our domain." "I simply cannot understand why you would want to be part of the Slasher Confederacy. Why help rebuild it? Krueger will merely seize control of your territories, claiming friendship. Besides, why place yourself in the way of Legion? He is coming to wipe the Confederacy out again." The Shape's grip on his butcher's knife tightened, as Gary spoke again. "The Slasher Confederacy was before We of the Thorn. We of the Thorn desire to experience it." "Stop this madness. It will only lead you to ruin. Legion, even now, holds an apprentice at his side. Would you face his wrath?" Gary was silent. Michael Myers moved his head to the clouds, apparently lost in thought.
Necrotik waited patiently. A few minutes passed as the Shape made up his mind. Then the signs of the Thorn pulsed once more. Myers looked back at Necrotik, as Gary heralded him in Daemich; "We of the Thorn have decided. It would be too dangerous to remain here, as part of the Slasher Confederacy. We of the Thorn choose, also, to depart from this place. It is too close to Legion's territory, and We of the Thorn will not risk a masscre." Gary suddenly stopped. Necrotik saw the glow on his shoulder begin to fade. Myers pointed his weapon at the crowd, and the sorcerer turned, seeing that the effects of the Thorn sign were fading. Michael Myers was releasing them. Necrotik, honestly suprised by the slasher's generosity, turned once more. The Shape was gone. Taking to the skies once more, Necrotik would see Michael Myers and his Iron Legion marching out of the GojiStomp, and into the darkness of night. The Shape wanted no part in Krueger's war, and from that war he disappeared.
Joining up with his apprentice, Necrotik would learn of how Spawn of the Atom slaughtered Angela and her Sleepers. In turn, the sorcerer told him of how he convinced Michael Myers to abdicate from the Slasher Confederacy. Needless to say, Spawn of the Atom felt new respect for not only his master, but the Shape as well.
April 12th, 2005, 04:07 PM
Krueger, upon recieving the news did not act infuriated, he merely said, "Inform Voorhees that his soldiers should make an assault on Gojistompburgh in conjuction with my forces after we finish the Hypeville assault. Also, enable an airlift of the Army of Darkness from Russia. Here's how it will be done. Griffins will grab the tanks, and I personally will teleport the infantry. Myers's abdication will only serve my plans."
As the Army of Darkness was airlifted, the monster Battrarules turned to BattraKing. "Provided Roostville holds out for two more weeks, the US Army will have arrived in full force to defend it. Now, to deal with Krueger and that wannabe Necrotik."
April 13th, 2005, 08:19 PM
Krueger, upon hearing that Battrarules was on his way, directed the resurrected Noctrinos Paralays to launch an offensive of griffins at him and BattraKing. Unknown to Krueger, Battrarules had already anticipated that move, and so when the girffins arrived, they found themselves facing Irys. With a few swift tentacle moves, the griffins were deader than a doornail doused with acid. However, Battrarules said to BattraKing, "Krueger wants a war with an army? Very well, I'll give him such a war. Now, to Roostville."
May 7th, 2005, 12:33 PM
The Army of Darkness had arrived, and the war was growing in nations it consumed. Krueger's voice could be heard in his palace, as he settled in. "Let that ******* Vinick send the US Army! We've smashed that thing before." Already, his palace had gained several attaches. The ambassador from Iran said, "Kaiser Krueger, if the United States does send an army, promise you will protect us from the American's wrath." Krueger said, "Shall not the Judge of the Continent do right? Yes, I will keep the USA from slaughtering you." As he listened, he heard news that Voorhees had finished his conquest and had declared himself Padishah Jason I of the city of Jasongrad, subject to Krueger's approval. Krueger gave it, and said, "How is the Zombie Legion under Ash doing?" "Very well, my dear Krueger," came Ash's croaking voice, "And how is the new Slasher Empire doing?"
Krueger thought for a minute," Very well. The Fandom Reich will be the beginning."
May 12th, 2005, 06:44 PM
"Can't you settle on one language, you abominations?" Battrarules Jr was the first to turn around, his razor glove slicing ribbons through the air. It was none other than Necrotik, standing perfectly still on a boulder; he was not garbed in his usual cloak, but in a black, almost Cenobite-esque outfit. A black cape, lined with dark green satin, flapped helplessly in the wind. Both his arms crossed, Necrotik looked Battrarules straight in the eyes. "You started this entire war. Why did you release Krueger?" The shapeshifter growled. "That was Gamyaris, not me." Battrarules narrowed his eyes, as his sorcerous opponent said "And yet you are the same. Gamyaris is merely a hostile aspect of your psyche. Know, Legion, that it was only you that caused this war."
Battrarules Junior was, once again, first to notice it. Necrotik wouldn't throw himself into harm's way (and his father was very, VERY harmful) meaninglessly! And why was he standing so still... Battrarules Senior acted quickly, lurching forward and shooting his metallic tentacles at Necrotik; if he was able to pump his enemy pull of nanites, he could kill him (in theory; Necrotik had proven extremely hard to kill over the years). Not suprisingly, Necrotik jumped off the boulder, shapeshifting into Cthulhu as he went. As he did, a surge of power and identity hit Battrarules. Junior instantly realized Necrotik had been using his magic to hide away this massive power. But none of this concerned Battrarules.
What concerned him was the fact that the boulder was suddenly shattered by several heavy blows. A goliath shot free from the dust cloud, gutturally roaring a challenge. It was Leatherface666! Battrarules only faintly heard Necrotik scream "Meet my new allies!!!" as he leapt up to meet Leatherface- only for two atomic beams to slam him back to the ground! Spawn of the Atom stepped out of the pit (which the boulder had been concealing), his mask and arm shield glittering in the sunlight. He turned to Junior and threw forth his cape, smiling underneath his gear as many chains launched at the son of Battrarules.
Necrotik strode through the fading cloud, wondering which opponent he should strike first...
May 12th, 2005, 08:03 PM
"How do you know what Gamyaris is and isn't?!" Having shouted that, Battrarules became garbed in almost Oriental robes, and appeared as Lord Conqueror. He grinned at Leatherface and gestured. The monster was thrown into a building, and Battrarules, Jr. released a blast of firey energy. The battle was begun, but it was far from over. Necrotik transformed into Death Ghidorah, but Battrarules became Fin Fang Foom (LC's real form if you've read SOM) and smashed his fist into Necrotik. Gamyaris roared, and his vicious, clawed hands appeared. They ripped into Necrotik, who changed into Cthulhu and healed. This was not going to end soon...
May 12th, 2005, 09:33 PM
Reeling from the blow, Necrotik chuckled. "Sorcerer pitted against Sorcerer? Fascinating..." Then his flesh began to churn and bulk. Cthulhu's maleable, rubbery substance turned into red-brown scale and muscle. A horn burst out of Necrotik's face as tentacles turned into teeth, and the wings went back into the body. It was over in seconds... and Bagan let loose a cry.
Fin Fang Foom's claws flew at Bagan, and an unholy screech rent the air. But the beast raised one arm, throwing a sonic cutter disk into the demonic hands. Gamyaris screamed as his limbs was cut free, to be pulverized under Bagan's fists. Then the demon-dragon leapt into Fin Fang Foom, decking him into the air. Battrarules/Lord Conqueror was given no quarter as Bagan lashed out with his tail, violently hacking open his enemy's right eye. More blows sent the dragon into the ground. Fin Fang Foom erected a magical shield, earning himself a temportary reprieve... but then Leatherface666 punched him in the face, sending him sprawling. Seizing his chance, Bagan leapt upon Fin Fang Foom. The two kaiju hissed and bellowed, fighting like a pair of wild animals over meat...
...from a nearby helicopter, the Dark Lord Morgoth observed the fight. "Damned werekaiju." But even as he said this, Morgoth had an idea. Most interested in the fiend called Bagan, the Dark Lord leaned closer out the window, his sophisticated mind taking in all the details. This would make a fascinating story...
Meanwhile, Battrarules Junior threw his razor glove into Spawn of the Atom's axe. Sparks flew as both combatants strugged for dominance. Spawn of the Atom brought his masked visage close to Junior's own, eyes locked. There could be only one... and an atomic pulse blasted Battrarules Jr away. Spawn of the Atom made himself airborne, cape carrying him along as if it was a pair of wings. Again came the chains at Battrarules Jr.
May 17th, 2005, 03:11 PM
Battrarules hissed, and with a deep-throated roar extended his hand into Irys's sword. He pierced Bagan and threw him on top of Leatherface, and looked downwards as his son clashed with Spawn of the Atom. A fireball extended from Battrarules's mouth, and collided with SoTA. Spawn released nuclear flames from his hands, even as Battrarules, Jr. transformed into Kong. The two were so engrossed on Spawn of the Atom, that they didn't even see Necrotik rising from the ashes, along with Leatherface, his hand on his bleeding stomach.....
May 28th, 2005, 10:11 PM
Though battered, Spawn didn't give up. He threw himself into Junior's arms and unleashed his most devestating weapon at point blank range; the atomic pulse. The energy wave tore through Battrarules Jr, wreacking havoc on his form... Necrotik went for a long range assault of energy attacks on Battrarules, while Leatherface blindly charged the shapeshifter. But the sorcerer knew Leatherface's attack would be futile; though, hopefully, Legion would be wounded in the attempt. Then Necrotik would go in for the kill...
May 29th, 2005, 07:19 AM
Battrarules stood, as he saw Leatherface666 charging towards him with all the intellect of a Neanderthal. He turned, and threw his tentacles forward, extending spikes which entered 'face666's body. Small nanobots entered Leatherface and as Battrarules withdrew, he saw 'face's body beginning to warp and writhe. Battrarules then saw Necrotik coming, and he slammed him through a building with his tentacle. "That's for making me a f*cking cyborg, you lunatic!" Then, as he turned, he saw his son healing. Jr. roared and transformed into Baphomet. Spawn suddenly began to back up, as the flames began to burn closer to his face.
May 29th, 2005, 10:23 AM
Necrotik quickly reconfigured his form into Cthulhu, stopping his impact with the building. It hardly mattered; there were sparse buildings here, on the outskirts of Roostville. Suddenly he transformed into his human form, clothes reforming from his flesh. Also reformed was the sword of pure adamantium Necrotik pulled from his suit. He tossed the sword into the air, transforming into Cthulhu and catching it. It was time for Legion to die, once and for all. Necrotik spread his wings and shot into the air like a bullet, sword clutched in a death grip. Battrarules fired sonic beams at the monster, but Necrotik dodged every one.
But then their attention was diverted to the skies. A large swarm of griffins was streaking towards them! The red ones were all led by a massive, black griffin; standing atop it, wieling an adamantium chainsaw, was Noctrinos Paralays. Battrarules and his son, as one, began to fire sonic cutters into the mass of griffins, cutting many into mere ribbons.
Necrotik had other ideas. Reverting to his human form, Necrotik dove down and landed on the back of a griffin. His claws tightly gripped the bases of its wings as his sorcerous powers dominated the beast's feeble mind. Twisting his steed, Necrotik steered the griffin behind a building. The sorcerer held the sword to him, waiting for the perfect opportunity...
Battrarules Jr., having reverted back into his normal form, barely noticed Spawn of the Atom vaporize into a cloud of mist. He used his razor glove to decapitate a griffin, then turned into a Gyaos and flew towards Noctrinos Paralays. His birdlike body seethed with energy as he launched a massive fireball at Noctrinos. The ressurected minion of Krueger screamed in fear as he and his warhorse were engulfed in the crimson flames. Losing control, the black griffin screeched for the last time as it crashed into a building, taking Noctrinos Paralays with it.
Suddenly, the unified swarm dissolved into panic. With their leader destroyed, there was no mind to guide them. The shrieking beasts began to turn around, heading back to the safety of Krueger's fortress. Battrarules raised one arm, his glove arm, in triumph. Now he and his son could track the beasts all the way to Friedrich's stronghold, and then they could kill him! Alas, it was not to be.
One red griffin appeared from the massive dust cloud raised by the fallen building, flying at the unwary Battrarules. Necrotik raised his sword of adamantium and swung with all his might. Battrarules's roar of triumph devolved into a scream of mortal pain; the adamantium sword had cleaved his right arm off! Junior noticed his father's plight at the last minute, but before he could do anything a cloud of mist gathered around the severed limb. Spawn of the Atom seized Battrarules's former arm and thrusted it into Junior's stomach, razor glove first. A torrent of blood rushed out and coated SotA, but Necrotik's protege took no heed to it. He turned Battrarules Jr around and fired two atomic beams from his hands, blasting the shapeshifter into its parent. Both monsters were thrown into the ruined building, and vanished in an explosion.
Necrotik felt a wave of relief wash over him. At last, at long last, he had won. He barely noticed the disfigured Leatherface666 as his griffin took after its fellows, flying back to the Slasher Confederacy. Spawn of the Atom flew into the air and grabbed onto his own griffin steed, riding next to Necrotik. And both of them disappeared into the twilight, leaving the ruined bodies of a father-son team behind them. The battle was over... for now.
May 29th, 2005, 07:44 PM
Friedrich Krueger was sitting at his desk, poring over a map of the Fandom Continent. "Bloody idiots." He muttered, as he turned. His guard was being held in the sadistic grip of Spawn of the Atom. Krueger laughed. "So, I get challenged by a rip-off of a rip-off." Spawn of the Atom just smiled and said, "Keep it up you little *******, you'll pay the bill for it." Krueger lifted a heavy mace, and said, " You're dumber than Vader and Palpatine combined, aren't you? Master of Sorcery, but with the IQ of a rock." Necrotik restrained SoTA, as he retorted, " You stupid imbecile, you're even uglier than Palpatine and Vader combined, not taking into account your hideous choice of apparel. Know what I did, I defeated Legion, with Spawn's help." Krueger retorted, "Like I said, IQ of a rock!" With that, he threw the mace. As it was coming, Necrotik shouted, "Your crappy one-liners end now!"
May 29th, 2005, 08:05 PM
For an instant, Necrotik pondered Krueger's idiocy. A mace? By Leviathan, he had defeated Legion and all Krueger had was a mace? Extending his adamantium sword, the sorcerer casually deflected the Nightmare King's weapon. "When those parents burned you alive, it must have incinerated whatever sense you have in your warped little brain." Friedrich tutted. "Who do you think you are? I'm the Avatar of Murder himself! So take notes." Spawn of the Atom was growing angrier with every lame insult. "You... really don't know when to shut up, do you?!" Suddenly, he threw both arms forward and blasted Krueger through the wall. Friedrich yelped in suprise as he went sprawling into a Deadite.
"You think we didn't notice when you sent a Deadite into my library? My protege took care of that one; and now my display has a new skeleton." Necrotik c0cked an eyebrow at the Nightmare King as he raised himself up. Had to give him credit for trying. Friedrich stood up as his arms began to abnormally stretch and grow. The limbs extended to opposite walls, then threw themselves at Krueger's enemies. Necrotik and SotA jumped in seperate directions, with a mild chance of success; Friedrich caught them both, and slammed them to the floor. Then, giggling insanely, he raised his razor glove, ready to filet Necrotik like a fish in a barrel!
Necrotik was in a lot of pain, having broken two ribs when he hit the floor. But he still had his sword right next to him... The sorcerer smirked as he grabbed the sword and struck it against the blades of Krueger's glove; and to the Nightmare King's suprise, his glove broke!
Picture you are Friedrich Krueger for a moment. You are the Avatar of Murder, personification of killings. With your bladed glove, you have killed dozens of children and teens in their sleep in the most brutal fashions. It was THE symbol of horror when people thought of you, the monster who made the Slasher Confederacy. And now this petty magician has just destroyed your trademark murder weapon, the instrument of destruction bringing fear to thousands.
Friedrich Krueger screamed in fury. But then his rage turned to pain, as Necrotik stabbed through the palm of his hand. Then the sorcerer ran towards the Nightmare King, sword raised and digging a bloody crease through his long arm. Krueger, despite the pain, was able to whip back his arm and smash Necrotik (now Bagan) into the wall. Then he literally jumped onto the wall... and began to scuttle, like a spider, towards his fallen enemy.
May 30th, 2005, 09:56 AM
Necrotik looked up, as he saw Friedrich coming closer. He snarled and raised his adamantium sword. Krueger's eyes flashed, and Necrotik clutched his head, howling in agony. Krueger laughed, insanely, keeping up the painful telepathic link with Necrotik. "Legion is only my clone, you *******! I'll show you who is more dangerous!" Spawn of the Atom charged forth, and then was telekinetically bashed through the palace, all the way out. Having taken care of Spawn for the moment, Krueger looked at Necrotik. He moved to his weapon room, and put on another razor glove, this one adamantium. The Nightmare King laughed once more, and strode over to Necrotik. His gloved hand lifted Bagan by the throat, and then he slammed Bagan into the ground so hard that his horn broke. Krueger then went back to his maps. However, Necrotik had become Cthulhu, and was coming after the unsuspecting Nightmare King...
May 30th, 2005, 10:16 AM
Friedrich nursed his bleeding arm, trying not to get his precious maps stained with the fluid. Without warning, his desk was suddenly flipped in his face! The maps scattered as Necrotik smashed the desk with his claws, then grabbing Krueger's throat and glove arm. "You know, Myers always ran the place better than you did." Friedrich growled, then restored his painful mental link to the sorcerer. But this time, Necrotik held on, despite the overwhelming pain. The rubbery, flabby claws tightened on Krueger, forming a vice grip on the Nightmare King.
Friedrich managed to gasp out a question; "how the hell did you get this form, anyway?" Necrotik didn't respond. Instead, he lashed out, throwing Friedrich Krueger right towards his iron throne. The Nightmare King screamed, just as he slammed into the chair with iron (no pun intended) force. CRUNCH. Necrotik, meanwhile, was clicking his claws together as he walked towards the destroyed throne. "You might say that my mutated DNA was augmented by my psyche. I had always liked the writings of H.P. Lovecraft... so my subconscious must've shaped this form after Lovecraft's Cthulhu." Krueger raised himself from his broken throne, eyes full of fury. "YOU..." "You're bleeding all over the floor, Freddy." Necrotik's arm shot out to inhuman lengths, resulting in an uppercut that sent Friedrich flying.
June 6th, 2005, 05:11 PM
Underlanker Headquarters, USA
As Battrarules and his son were lying in the rubble, slowly an orange light enveloped them both. The light dissipated, and they were gone. Battrarules woke up in a medical area, waiting for whoever was coming. His tentacles were lying Doc Ock style above him. He heard footsteps, and moved his head. "Greetings, Battrarules," came the nasally grating tones of Irving Christoffels. "Don't worry, I've been watching Junior, and he's been doing fine. Better than you, actually." Battrarules whispered, "My arm, it hasn't regenerated." A second series of footsteps were heard. A tall, good-looking woman appeared by Irving. "John wants you," she told him. "Figgers," Irving began, even as Rachel said, "What're you complaining about? He sent me here!" Battrarules growled. Rachel turned and levitated a heavy object into the air, encased in a black aura. It floated over to Battrarules. The monster immediately realized where he was. "Underlanken?" "Yes, now sleep or I drop it." The monster dozed off, while Gamyaris raged against the Underlankers. "Hah," they heard a voice speaking. Battrarules turned.....
June 6th, 2005, 06:31 PM
Friedrich landed with force, claw instictively slashing the air as if dispelling imaginary foes. The Nightmare King got up, only for the fist of Bagan to crash into his face. Cthulhu retracted his reptillian fist, which quickly faded into soft rubber once more. "Avatar of Murder you may be, but ironically enough you've forgotten an important lesson- everything dies." Necrotik stepped over to the fallen monster. "I'd thought that after being slain twice, you'd have learned that by now." Friedrich was consumed by fury. Already he had been humilated by a shapeshifter- sliced apart in mortal combat with Battrarules. And now this mere... ripoff threatened to exodus him from the world once more! Krueger clenched his left hand into a fist.
Suddenly, he hit Necrotik with telekenetic power, lifting the shapeshifter with the power of his will alone. But then the green, rubbery arms wrapped around the evil warlord once again. Krueger growled in animalistic rage, his glove slicing into Necrotik's arm. The mental throw faltered, and suddenly both combatants were on the citadel's roof. Necrotik saw his sword go flying from the rubble, obviously carried along by Friedrich. The monster himself hurled a hail of rocks at his enemy as he charged, the monstrous glove glinting with a cruel light. Necrotik made a dive for his sword, successfully grabbing it as Friedrich grew ever closer. "TIME TO DIE!!!!" Necrotik saw him scream the words, but put it to the back of his mind. Friedrich was quick, but in his natural form the sorceror was faster. Necrotik sidestepped Krueger, striking him across the side with his sword.
June 7th, 2005, 08:23 PM
Underlanker Headquarters, USA
"What the Hell do you want?" asked Rachel Roth, as she looked at the speaker. "Simple, I want to say hello to our guest," replied Carnick, as he looked at her. Irving snarled and replied, "Don't get cocky. Battrarules has enough power in his pinkie finger to crush your skull, electrical powers be damned." Carnick laughed. "Yeah?" and he threw an electric ball at Christoffels. Irving deflected it with a shield, and was frozen by Rachel, who struck Calvin with black lightning. Carnick doubled over, and Rachel said, "Play nice. Calvin, leave, and Irving, go see what Johnathan wants." Unhappily, the two men filed out.
June 14th, 2005, 08:17 PM
Underlanker Headquarters, USA.
It was like a scene out of a Calvin and Hobbes strip. A fourteen-year old mutant, with hair identical to Calvin's, was arguing with an anthropomorphic tiger, and the argument was getting more tense. "Yeah, and I'm the man in the moon!" shouted Calvin. "With any luck, that's where you'll end up." said Hobbes. "With any-Oh, you dumb tiger!" Hobbes just laughed and ran off, as Rachel's voice could be heard, shouting at the monster Battrarules. Calvin watched as Irving came running in. Sticking his head to the wall, he could hear the argument. "You idiot! Why Johnathan saved you, I don't know, but when you attempt to call me out merely because I 'accidentally' dropped a safe on your foot, that makes me want to-" "Rachel!" Irving shouted, "Calm down already. He's like Johnathan with shapeshifting powers, and you know it." "Yeah, he's got the attitude for it, too. "
June 23rd, 2005, 11:30 AM
Deep within the headquarters, a tall, lanky man was practicing with multiple weapons at the same time. He looked as he saw Gerald Christian, Johnathan's younger brother, looking at him. "Adolf," came Gerald's voice, "Johnathan requests your presence." Adolf Hitler, as he existed in Underlanken, looked. "So, the avatar of strength requests the presence of he who was shamed." Which, in his thick Austrian accent sounded just a little funny. "Yes," said Gerald. As Hitler strode in, he saw the energetic form of Johnathan speak, "Sit down, dear sir, sit down." "Necrotik, and I think Krueger will be coming here for a visit. Arm the non-superhuman Underlankers with the toughest weapons you can think of. Oh, and, be careful out there." Hitler chuckled a little and walked back. He then pulled out a massive arsenal enough to fill a continent's army, not just the Underlankers...
July 6th, 2005, 06:31 PM
Underlanker Headquarters: USA
Rachel listened, as she heard Battrarules thrashing. She turned, and entered the room. She saw Battrarules garbed in Nightmare's clothes, with a skeletal arm, lacking a hand. He snarled at her, "Get outta my way, *****!" Rachel just grinned. She instantly twisted some wires, tripping up Battrarules, all with her mind. "Cute!" snarled Nightmare. He unleashed a beam of energy, which was deflected by her shield. He looked as the sorcerous energy was caught, and deflected back upon him. "Rather like what happened to me, the first time I tried that," came Irving's grating voice. "Now, Nightmare, please, don't make her have to hurt you." "OH!" shouted Nightmare, who was levitated into the air telekinetically. Rachel then grinned. She played TK pinball with Battrarules, until the monster himself said, "Allright, already, I get the point! Damn, is she always like that?"
Irving laughed, and said, "You betcha."
July 12th, 2005, 03:46 PM
Alagenon, The Watchtower.
"The situation is grim, gentlemen," said Gamera. "Necrotik has grievously injured this body, and Friedrich Krueger has returned." Ash then stalked up. "Gamera, you do realize that the Underlankers are all similar to us, don't you?" "How so?" "They bear the mark of multiplicity." "The mark?" "Yes, they are far too powerful to be any mere group of mutants." Gamera whirled to face Ash,"If they were separated, does that mean-" "Yes, it does. That is how many of us here will face our fate." Gamera shivered. Gamyaris's malevolent voice always made him quiver with fear. As they looked, they saw Battrarules in the Portal. "Uber-Freddy!" boomed Lord Conqueror's voice. The massive, larger than Battrarules, beast lumbered forward. "Battrarules has been weakened. Try, try to enter the Portal. The Powers will be with you." Battrarules turned, to see Uber-Freddy stalking towards him. "You know you can't enter! Why are you even trying?" They watched as the beast growled, "I have been promised." Suddenly, a loud crashing sound entered the body's ears. Uber-Freddy tore forward, shoving Battrarules out of the Portal. Instantly the shapeshifting began. Uber-Freddy had become natural.
July 19th, 2005, 12:16 PM
Kaiser Friedrich's palace, Slasher Reich.
The situation was grim. Krueger was pacing the floor of his devastated palace. "Damn that ******* Necrotik. Damn him to hell." "Rather a funny phrase, coming from you, Friedrich." said the croaking voice of Ash. "Ah, well. At least that lunatic who stole Lavterion hasn't taken a step to battle us." "Oh, Doc Apocalypse? He's nothing but a Doctor Doom rip-off." As Krueger paced, he saw a Deadite being slammed through a wall, and then its head blasted off by a beam. A tall, massive being clad in armor spoke, saying, "I am Vladimir Von Doom, also known as Doctor Doom formerly of Underlanken. I can show you how to access it." Krueger stopped. "Say on," he said, a dark grin forming on his injured face.
July 19th, 2005, 01:01 PM
United States of America
Necrotik's wounded form, weary, touched down in a thick glade. Death Ghidorah had hitched a ride on a particularly fast moving jet plane, but the sorcerer was still tired from the journey. But, he chided himself, there would soon be a time for rest. Shapeshifting into his human form, Necrotik got to his feet. In a loud voice, he proclaimed "I know you Underlankers are watching me! But I tire from a long trip. I fought Kaiser Krueger in hand-to-hand combat, alone, and came close to triumph! Alas, he defeated me, but not before I discovered the location of his fortress. I have faced the reborn Avatar of Murder in combat and survived. I know his abilities, ones he did NOT display when Legion battled him all those years ago. As of right now... you need me..." He dropped to his knees and patiently waited.
Necrotik only had to wait 15 minutes. An orange light was suddenly all around him, wrenching his very atoms to Underlanken.
Underlanker Headquarters, U.S.A.
The sorcerer found himself kneeling in a metallic building. He closed his eyes for a moment and looked up. "I am in Underlanken, correct?" A gruff voice answered his question. "Indeed you are. Welcome. Shall we give you a tour?" He opened his eyes, exposing his red irises to the Underlankers before him. "Well, since I assume you're going to have me locked up before you interrogate me, why not just bring me to my cell?" Necrotik's eyes caught view of a somewhat familar face. "Adolf Hitler? What is Der Fuhrer doing with such petty insects?" One of the more burly Underlankers punched him in the face, as Hitler responded with "Please. Do not associate me with the monster of history. I am not guilty of the crimes they claim I commited! I am not that creature!" Necrotik let the Underlankers hook him up to a gurney, one with adamantium restraints. "Then why don't you just get your name changed, you blithering fool?" Hitler stopped for a moment, and thought hard.
July 22nd, 2005, 05:06 PM
Underlanker Headquarters, U.S.A.
"I must say, you've certainly made the place look better in my absence. I like the new teal paint job on the walls." The Underlanker just looked at him. "Not the sociable type, are you? Oh well. Where are you taking me?" The Underlanker spoke. "Johnathan Christian's office." "I thought I requested to be taken to a cell?" "You're not the one who gives orders around here, buddy." Necrotik gave his escort a sinister smile. "Perhaps not. But you do realize you're talking to Necrotik. I trust you know my reputation." The Underlanker, once again, failed to communicate. In fact, he failed to communicate for the rest of the "trip." Necrotik passed time by smiling at random Underlankers as he was wheeled past their gaping faces.
Finally, after at least 5 minutes, he reached the office. Gerald Christian leaned against the wall, regarding the chained sorcerer. "Wheel him in." The Underlanker did so, taking Necrotik into John Christian's office. The Avatar of Strength didn't turn around until Gerald carefully removed the sorcerer from his gurney and chained him to a steel chair. Suprisingly to Gerald, Necrotik offered no resistance whatsoever. "Well, well, well! We meet again, Christian. Has another Underlanker healed your arms since I forced them into that molten liquid adamantium?" Johnathan Christian stood up and pulled up his sleeves, exposing his fully healed limbs. "I had to undergo a LONG celluar regeneration process, if you must know." He clenched both fists. "But let's get down to business, Necrotik. You say you fought Krueger? And that he displayed new abilities?"
The sorcerer nodded. "Freddy used advanced telepathic powers. For one thing, he threw my apprentice-" "Apprentice?" "-right out of the castle. From his throne room... and many walls. I harbor doubts that Spawn of the Atom survived all that. So you can stop worrying." John Christian paced around his prisoner, muscular arms clasped behind his back. "What else?" "Harmful telepathic links. It feels like your very mind is on fire... the pain is immense. I would suggest that dear Miss Roth not fight Krueger, unless you want her to get killed. And THAT would be a waste. He can also extend his limbs, though that isn't a new abiltity. Did I mention he scuttled on the walls?" John Christian had a concerned look on his face. Krueger's new psychic abilities made him much more of a threat than before. "How much damage can he take?" "Well, last I saw of him, I stabbed an adamantium sword into his side. For all I know it killed him..." "Rachel said she still sensed his mind. He's alive, or about as alive as something like Krueger can get. Is that all you've got?"
The Avatar of Strength avoided Necrotik's piercing glare. Than the sorcerer asked something unexpected; "Do you still have those jelly donuts? The ones you let me have last time you locked me up? For that matter, are you putting me in the same cell?" Christian smiled. "Nope... we're putting you right next to Battrarules. With a transparent wall and voice mechanism so the two of you can chit-chat." Slowly, the smile disappeared from Necrotik's face.
July 22nd, 2005, 08:23 PM
En route to Underlanker Headquarters.
Rachel watched as Schonhausen's electric signal moved through the ground. She then froze in mid-air. "They actually LET HIM IN?" Rachel telepathically contacted Rebecca, who was a faster flier. <Do you feel Necrotik's presence?> <I'm reading his energy signature.> Rebecca then said, <I also feel Krueger's. He's heading here, with Doom leading him.> Rebecca then watched as Rachel felt for Doom's mind. Grinning, she blinked, and miles below them, Doctor Doom blasted Krueger into the ocean, and then Krueger struck him telepathically. Doom screamed in agony, and said, "I was controlled!" Rachel laughed, and then she arrived at Underlanker Headquarters. She paused at the doors.
July 22nd, 2005, 08:54 PM
Near the Ocean
Friedrich Krueger frowned, keeping up his telepathic link with Doom. "Controlled?" "It was one of the Underlanker psychics... Rachel Roth. It must have been Rachel Roth. She is a powerful telekenetic." "Oh, is she now?" That lit up Krueger's face. "She will be a fun toy to play with, then!" The warlord laughed insanely.
Underlanker Headquarters, U.S.A.
Necrotik was back on his gurney, and was already at his cell. There was no expression on his face. His new guard, Calvin Carnick, quickly threw open the cell door, grabbing the gurney and shoving it into the room. Immidiately, Uber-Freddy in the next cell got up from the floor and stood at his full 15 meters (the room was 27). "What is he doing here?!" boomed the goliath. "Johnathan wanted him put here. He also said that there would be a lot of pain in store for you if you smashed the wall. Nevertheless, I'll be standing guard and so will Rachel... So don't try anything!" Carnick pried Necrotik off his gurney, fastened the chains, and walked out of the room. Leaving Uber-Freddy and Necrotik alone.
"Where is Legion? I want to talk to Legion." "I am in control of the body right now. If it's Battrarules or Legion you want to talk to, you're out of luck." Necrotik sat down in a simple chair. "How's your arm?" Uber-Freddy growled. "Still regenerating. And before you ask, Junior is recovering still. We do not know of his whereabouts." "Since we're trading small talk, I might as well inform you all that Spawn of the Atom is gone. Krueger bashed him all the way out of his iron citadel. And the sword I used to hack off your arm is in Krueger's castle. I hope you're satisfied..." Uber-Freddy looked down on Necrotik, dangerously close to the transparent wall. "Are you tired?" "I so happen to be. I had to ride an airplane just to get here, not to mention my most recent pair of battles." Uber-Freddy grinned, and then began to slam his fists into the ground. "Try sleeping over this cacophony, *******!" Necrotik jumped to his feet and ran over to the cell door. "Stop him! Stop him!" Carnick pretended not to hear.
Rachel Roth slowly walked through the hallways of Underlanken. A chill ran down her spine when she thought about Necrotik. That monstrosity was in Underlanken again. She had to find Irving. Rachel shuddered at the thought Irving might actually be Necrotik in disguise. Aimlessly, she wandered towards Battrarules's cell. Irving might be there... to her suprise, Carnick was leaning against the door adjacent to Battrarules's cell. "Carnick? What the hell are you doing?" "Standing guard. You want to relieve me?" "Just what are you guarding?" "Go in and see for yourself, Roth." Carnick stepped aside and let Rachel open the door.
To her surprise, Irving Cristoffels lay smiling on the bed. "Hey there. Care to join me?" Rachel returned his grin. "Carnick... you mind closing the door?" Calvin Carnick glanced into the room with chagrin. "Before you hop into midnight bliss, consider two things. One, there is a transparent wall and Battrarules can see everything you do. Two... that's not Irving." At that moment, Cristoffels's features shifted. Now, a pale, red-eyed face stared back at her. "Miss Roth! What a pleasure to meet you again." Necrotik chuckled, to which Rachel visibly trembled. Carnick went back to his post, leaving Rachel to face Necrotik. "You...you *******!" "Falling for the same tricks? I thought you were better than that, Rachel. The master telepath of Underlanken." Rachel slammed him against the wall with her psychic power. "I know just what you have planned, you son of a *****! I should kill you! I SHOULD KILL YOU RIGHT NOW!!!" Uber-Freddy watched on with a smug smile on his face. Carnick stepped in, and said "Johnathan doesn't want any harm to come to the prisoner." He snickered. "Why don't you and Irving run off and make the next generation of Defenders?" Rachel blasted him with black lightning, clenched her fists, and then slammed the door shut.
Necrotik stared at the door, then back at Uber-Freddy. "More small talk?"
August 2nd, 2005, 07:19 PM
Friedrich contacted Ash. "Time to implement Operation Odin." As Ash turned, he said, "Alright, you know what to do! Roll out the Behemoths!" The US Army, which was being airlifted into Roostville, looked as they saw the Slasher Empire army assaulting a refugee column with Creepers. Then, as they looked on, a second offensive had opened up. The Slasher Empire's army had opened the biggest offensive of the war, and it was aimed straight at Kong Town. It was obvious to General Featherstone what the Slasher Army was planning. A blitzkrieg into Roostville itself!
September 11th, 2005, 05:05 PM
As Uber-Freddy continued chatting with Necrotik, Gamera and Irys were arguing. Gamera shouted,"It wasn't MY bloody idea to have Uber-Freddy take the mind, you know that as well as I do you bloody cephalopoidal monstrosity." Irys snorted derisively and replied, "Ain't looking so sharp yourself, turtle." "Turtle!" Gamera bellowed. Irys began to advance on him, even as Ash Williams came up. 'You two!' he shouted. They began to circle each other. 'You TWO!' Ash bellowed. They looked at him with an air of 'What do you want?" Ash just grinned and replied, " Imagine the shock on Necrotik's face when he sees Lord Conqueror in the mind, and in his body." The two leaned in and there was a conspiratorial whispering going on...
September 11th, 2005, 05:19 PM
Necrotik sat in his shadowy cell, blood-red eyes staring pointedly at the ceiling. Alone in this cell... he felt something moving in one of his pockets. Slowly, Necrotik reached into his pocket and withdrew what looked like a chess piece. It was totally black, with three draconic heads adorning it. Death Ghidorah.
Or what held him. Necrotik did not have mutilple personalities, but he once did. Over time, he found that something in Battrarules's DNA had altered his mind, forming three seperate personalities: Bagan, Cthulhu, and Death Ghidorah, the images of his kaiju forms. But he had done away with them. Now, all they had for a home were three seperate chess pieces.
Necrotik had taken the Death Ghidorah chess piece with him. He loved company. And he was about to get company...
September 27th, 2005, 04:33 PM
Rachel Roth was watching outside the door of Necrotik's jail cell. Her mind, having been merged with the Allmachstig Evermind of the former residence of the Underlankers, was processing at a very rapid pace. <Soon>" she thought <I will have to do something about Krueger's intended arrival.> As she thought, her processes moving at computer speed, Johnathan Christian was meeting with the young, seventeen year old Anthony Derouen. The young Underlanker spoke with his Southern accent, "I trust Rachel knows nothing of this?" "I don't know," replied Johnathan. "Somethung big is going to happen, that's for sure."
October 10th, 2005, 06:31 PM
Deep within the depths of Underlanken, a series of cryogenic containers housing the unconscious beings began to beep. The chambers opened, and nearly twenty human-sized Kaiju stepped out. Anthony Derouen's voice could be heard from above, saying, "This is what I was afraid of. Godzilla and Gamera alive once more! They-" suddenly, the reptilian face of Godzilla gazed into the tanned face of Derouen, and in a voice that was very low and that reverbrated, Godzilla said,"Hello, Tony. Long time no see!"
Rachel started. "Oh God!"
As Godzilla began to climb the steps, he said, "Gamera, surely you recognize this place? After all, when Rachel was controlled by Necrotik, she nearly MURDERED ME AND ALL OF US HERE!" Godzilla's bellow shook the the entire complex. The (picture pre-Destroyah, post-1985 Heisei) Godzilla stepped up. Anthony said, "Goji, for God's sake man, calm down! Rachel can handle you!" Space Godzilla's growling voice answered that with,"You are ******* lucky we don't crush this entre place thanks to that witch Rachel," Gamera also snarled, and replied with a roar, before saying in his own voice that the Kaiju were going to see Johnathan, and that was final.
As they looked, the tall, but short compared to them, form of Rachel Roth stepped into the room. "Guys," she said,"I know you feel a little anger, but-" she flew up as Godzilla launched a fire ray right at where she was standing. "Aw ****!" shouted Anthony. Using his watch, he said, "John, James, Dr. Manhattan, I need you to report here immediately."
November 21st, 2005, 08:13 AM
Battrarules suddenly awoke within his mind. He realized that the situationed had changed, with regard to his bodymates. Now they were the masters. Sighing, he went to the front. "So, do you think we can pull it off?" asked Lord Conqueror. "We'da bettah." replied Leatherface. "That SOB Kruegah is comin' an' we need to prepare ourselves." That got everyone's attention. "WHAT?" bellowed Uber-Freddy. Battrarules spoke, saying,"If you all would so kindly listen to me, I'd say we need a triple co-running. Uber-Freddy's strength, with Lord Conqueror's sorcery, and your telepathy." Even as he spoke, a tremendous boom rattled Underlanken....
February 27th, 2006, 05:53 PM
The situation was grim, reflected the general of the Army of Darkness. He watched as the werekaiju regiment charged at him, beams blazing into his line. "Launch artillery fire in section 2-B." The grim, life-draining Skullguns boomed, their might stunning the 100 werekaiju. They were mowed down with ease, and the advance continued. "The Cthols should be coming forth any second now," reported the colonel to his right. "Excellent!" said the general. "Also, the Undead Legion has reported that it has conquered Kong Town and several of Roostville's suburbs with minimal resistance." As he looked, a force of Harpies zoomed over, and began dropping pure concentrations of death magic on the troops defending Maser City. The sound of gunfire began to pick up on the right. "What the Hell's going on?" shouted the general. "The bastiches in Maser City are launching an assault on our right flank. I'm going to order Vultures to divebomb those sum*****es."
May 13th, 2006, 09:03 PM
The tense situation was met with a parting wall of energy between the two combatant parties. "Silence!" railed a voice out of the deep recesses. "Friedrich Krueger has come to Underlanken, and he is attacking our base!" Rachel turned, and moved, Irving and Carnick following her. The Kaiju suddenly gulped. "Krueger?" one of them asked. "Yes." replied the Maker, an Underlanker who's ability lay in the power to create out of nothing whatever he wished. The Maker suddenly said, "War hath come, and we shall give it our token, so that it will know the might of Underlanken hath met it at last." Godzilla rolled his eyes, and recieved a death glare from the Maker, and the Defenders of Underlanken headed towards the first major battle ever fought within the Sanctum Sanctorum of the mysterious energy beings.
The Eternal silences were broken,
hell became heaven as I passed,
what shall I give you as a token,
a sign that we have met at last?
The words were burnt into the office of Adolf Hitler, who upon learning of the arrival of Krueger, rapidly gathered some of his more nasty toys, and ventured towards the sound of conflict. "Y'shawm sho'ahadua, Ra'namnin, Zaratha!" cried Rachel in the ancient tongue, burning a fiery swath through the deadites that had flooded into the vast Keep. Krueger could be seen in the distance. A much larger being than he had been in the dream killer phase. His smirk could be seen even from the distance, and then began the closest, and most deadly fight Underlanken had ever seen. Rachel Roth vs. Friedrich Krueger. The two extraordinary combatants slowly began to face off, and the time of the Judgment had come.....
July 8th, 2006, 02:30 PM
The battle was waged on many planes. The physical, the mental, the dreamworld and the Astral. As the energies of Krueger slammed into the energies of Rachel in the physical world, in the Astral Plane, Rachel was using a psionic sword against Krueger, who parried with a psionic broadsword. In the Dreamworld, Rachel called upon ancient and forbidden energies to battle in a realm that she was out of her league in. In the mental realm, it was stalemate. Neither could budge the other. As the immense struggle began, the Christian brothers battled a particularly big and nasty deadite. Necrotik began to head for Rachel, thinking that he could stab her in the back, when Battrarules, in the full-on rageful form of Gamyaris confronted Necrotik, who absorbed the Cthulhu chesspiece, and Cthulhu began a full-fledged battle. The tentacles of Gamyaris were blunted by the rubbery flesh of Cthulhu, and the War for Underlanken was on.
August 12th, 2007, 07:12 PM
The battle near Rostov on the Don was brutal, with the Cenobites starting to cut deep into the Russian Army's lines. Fire came from the left flank, as the first of the Resurrected Warsaw Pact armies came to Russia's aid. The Ukraine's forces began unleashing aerial strikes and blasts of missle fire into the Cenobite ranks, carving slight wounds into the demonic masses. Suddenly, the Russians and the Ukrainians retreated, their bodies moving fast outside the blast limits of a certain type of weapon. The Slasher Army suddenly looked up, as a plane came. Starting, the Slashers watched as a single bomb was dropped from the plane, as the Angel of Death began to come towards them.
Several of the Warsaw Pact troops were amazed at the result of the nuclear strike. The mushroom cloud's rise, and the complete annihilation of Kaiser Krueger's puppet force in the south raised the nation's hopes. Suddenly, the old nuclear programs were getting a massive boost.
August 13th, 2007, 06:16 PM
Kaiser Krueger's Iron Citadel
"Bad" Ash Williams was sitting behind a desk, usually the seat of Kaiser Friedrich Krueger when planning offenses, having irreverently placed his feet up on said desk. IN Friedrich's absence, Ash had been left in command of organizating the Slasher campaigns. In his hands was an English dictionary; he didn't seem to notice anything else. Naturally, the various undead, monsters and werekaiju around him (well, the non-mindless ones) were beginning to take notice. Ash didn't care. What he did notice was the report of Kaiser Krueger's progress, his glare boring into to the approaching underling. "Ah, it's about time. Your report?"
The werekaiju, whose one special ability was that it could turn into a man-sized Gabara (hence its demoted status), quickly snapped to attention. "The Kaiser's personal contigent has reached its targets. At the time of this report, battle had just been joined. The Kaiser himself seemed already preoccupied fighting a metahuman. As well, most of our offenses are proceeding successfully, despite large resistance. There is, however, at least one setback that has become known to us. The Cenobite force deployed against Rostov...sir, it's been vaporized." Surprisingly, a curious half-grin came to Ash's rotted face. "Care to explain what you mean by that?"
"It was a nuclear bombardment, sir. Our forces were completely eradicated. Only our aerial spyplanes survived to bring the news. In addition, an American tank battalion has defeated one of our Legions near Monsterzeroville." The werekaiju nodded, and went silent. Ash, on the other hand, laughed. "I told him not to screw with the Bolsheviks! Ah, poor Krueger. I didn't think they'd drop them that close to one of their own cities, but who couldn't predict the commies would start slinging the nukes around?" Sneering, Ash got to his feet. "But let's not think about the commies right now. I have a far groovier idea..." He went over to a terminal and began to go through Krueger's war plans, revising them with his own unique twist...
September 3rd, 2007, 10:17 AM
Rachel Roth's battle with Krueger was increasing in intensity, as both metas began to unleash stronger and stronger waves of psionic energy, causing the hairs on Junior's head to stand on end. Rachel's battle with Krueger was shattering windows, and the blasts of energy were searing into the air, carving wounds of mental energy into the shield surrounding Earth. Rachel, her powers beginning to take on a life of their own, started to grin inhumanly. "Once upon a midnight dreary, as I pondered weak and weary, over many a book of cold forgotten lore, as I nodded nearly tapping, suddenly there came a rapping, a rapping on my chamber door. Guess what, "Kaiser Krueger?" You will trouble here nevermore!"
Krueger looked up, as Rachel had summoned the peak of her powers, an all-consuming wave of psionic energy that seemed as the wrath of an angered deity come down to Earth. "Now, Krueger, go you gentle into that good night!"
The slamming of the energy into him echoed as a thunderclap, a sound of deep and terrible power. The wave hit Krueger, and blasted him deep out of Underlanken, and as he screamed in agony, he saw a shadow rise above him. Abaddon gazed into the agonized Krueger's eyes with the tender mercy of a crocodile that gazes into the wildebeest at the watering hole.
Krueger then screamed louder, as the energy entered his mind, ravaging neurons, bursting them with easiness that he was unprepared for. Abaddon laughed, a deep, sonorous, fell sound. The energy finished with his form, Krueger lay, his brain's neurons responsible for his body's commands to regenerate burst and (ironically) incapable of healing themselves. He got up, and as the immense form of the daemon from an elder time came charging at him, teleported back to the Citadel. His troops could take care of themselves.
Ivan Harkonnen looked at the three Deadites facing him, angry looks upon their faces. He grinned, and invoked an ancient spell, causing their brains to boil and then burst. These deadites were easy, and Harkonnen's bloodlust was up.
Gamyaris slammed his tentacles into Cthulhu's rubbery embrace, and then received a clever idea. His beams seared off the arms of Cthulhu and as the arms slowly began to heal, Gamyaris yielded the front to Lord Conqueror whose face grinned with a feral snarl.
Lord Conqueror summoned an eldritch energy of cosmic power, before slamming his spell into Necrotik's wounds, infecting him with a noxious flesh-devouring sorcery. Heedless of Necrotik's howls of agony, Lord Conqueror strode deeper into Underlanken.
September 29th, 2007, 04:04 PM
The fighting in Europe had ended with a Russian nuclear deployment. Concerned that the nutcase super-soldier rampaging throughout the nutcase continent would start another offensive, the European Union decided to begin to raise a large new army. The old hatreds of Europe had begun to live again, this time directed at a resurgent foe whom seemed to be plunging Earth into a Third World War.
Gathered at the seat of the German government, the US President was meeting with his Russian counterpart, along with the heads of Red China, North Korea, and a newly revived Nationalist Japan. The meeting, which was grim and somber was not helped by the sour look on President Petrov of Russia's face.
The Russian President, in thickly accented English said, "It vitally important our nations form alliance. Perhaps humanity form true United Nations?"
Feral grins appeared on the eyes of the human leaders, as they leaned in closer. For too long, Mankind had been dependent on such god-beings as the so-called city of Roostville. Now, a deadly Pact of Steel had been signed. The Empire of Japan had been given three months to build up a vast army of conquest. It was predicted that World War III would last a while.
The two Koreas had decided to end their conflict, after the breakup of Russia in 1989 due to the machinations of a supposed Slasher Army in the decaying USSR. Now, a combined Korean Expeditionary force of well-armed South Koreans and huge numbers of fanatical North Koreans was heading for the unprepared Army of the Shape, which was a sitting duck in the Caucasus.
The Slashers had only the weapons they had had in the 1980s. Mankind had built a far vaster and much more dangerous sort of weaponry.
The United Nations of Earth had begun a counteroffensive. World War III had begun.
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