Tokyo VigilanteX
June 30th, 2006, 12:24 PM
Govorment Occult Library
The lone Guardsmen walked through the endless maze of bookshelves and display cases. Each case alone was 20 feet high. . .atleast. He hated Graveyard shift, this place scared the crap out of him.
This night was the same as always. He heard a noise and left to investigate it, always nothing. But tonight he heard a ticking sound. . .like a finely tuned and cared for watch. The volume would flucuate getting louder and growing more softly, seemingly at random.
His shaking hand struggled to keep the flashlight steady. The stream of light cast earie shadows across the books, making the grotesque tentecled statues and vile masks of monsters seem alive. He whiped a stream of sweat off his brow with his sleeve when he heard it again; the ticking. Coming from behind him. He spun around, his sidearm drawn, the flashlight exposing. . .nothing.
The ticking again came from his right, he reacted and pointed the flashlight eluminating a statue of a Squid-headed Dragon. He began to back up, into one of the many halls created by the towering shelves of books. But something stopped him. . .a warm wall. He could feel it moving, organically, naturally. He walked into a person. . .
His heart thumped. He knew what to do. He spun around, the light-pointed straight ahead next to his gun.
"Freeze!" He yelled, trying not to sound scared but his voice cracked and shook.
"Allan, man, its only me." His coworker spoke up. His hands in the air, he managed to chuckle even though he had a gun pointed in his face with a scared man behind.
"Damnit, Jonathan!" His fear quickly turned to rage, lowering his gun. "You scared me shitless!"
"I can tell. Look at you." Jonathan tried to hold back his laughter. Allans balding head was shinning from sweat in the flashlight beam and his armpits aswell as his colar were soaked.
"What the hell are you doing out here?" Allan asked. Looking around at the giant bookshelves.
"I heard a sound, so decided to check 'er out."
"Me to! Did you hear a ticking sound. . .Like a watch?"
"No, I heard this thick sloshing sound. Like wet rubber and slime."
"Bullshi-" He silenced himself. A flurry of echoing sounds, ticking and a thick sucking sound bounced around the huge chambers.
Allan and Jonathan looked at eachother. There faces pale white. They dare no make a sound. . .and then the ticking once more. Closer, like he was wearing the watch. Suddenly a the shinning edge of a blade peicered through Jonathans chest.
Allan went to scream, but a mass of wet boneless limbs wrapped about his head. His screams were muffled. . .a liqued snap and his body went limp and fell in a heap to the floor.
Darkside Reject pulled the body off the end of his razor sharp, retractable wrist blade and threw it onto Allans wet one. His master fell from the ceiling. . .the massive blob of slimey green flesh stood up, its huge glairing eye stared at his Minion, nodding in approval.
The evil duo walked through the labyrinth of anicent works of evil. Crucifer felt like a kid in a candy store. . .a candy store of evil. Darkside walked obediantly like an Automaton on his left. Dark leather trench coat hovered across the surface of the floor. Underneath was neat formal wear, a few stray drops of blood were the only thing that took away from the perfection. His face was a black sphere, massive obsidian portholes in his special mask let him see the world around him. . .finishing the dark stooge was a gothic navel hat.
They came to a bared door. stained solid steel poles seperated them from the prize inside. Crucifer ran a slimey tentecle over the bars and turned to his loyal stooge.
His voice was a thick, gargling sound. "Darkside. . ." was all needed to say. The clockwork terror walked up to the door, whipped his trench coat to the side and grabbed a golden key. . .over his heart. His leather clad hands twisting it around, the clicking of gears echoing inside his deadbody.
The ticking slowed down. Darksides hidden blade shot from his sleeve, he raised his arm of above his head and slashed down. The sound of steel hitting steel echoed through the halls.
The bars slide in half, a clean cut.
Crucifer sloshed his huge mass over the remains and entered. The Lovecraftian terror gripped his tentecled limb around a the legendary flesh bound book; Necronomicon Ex Mortis. . .The Book Of the Dead.
He exited the small room. His sidekick stood obediantly on guard beside him like a statue, while Crucifers tentecle flipped the dried pages of ancient evil text. He stopped. . .his massive eye scanned up and down the page.
He raised a tentecled limb, holding the book to his side. . .spoke aloud.
"Klaatu barada nikto azure mein r'yleh Ogdur kloz!"
A massive blue vortex opened up behind them. The duo stood strongly in place, even as massive objects from the room flew into the vortex.
"Darkside. . .Our enemies will be sucked into portals just like these, all around the globe! No matter where they are, they will be caught and taken back in time where they will not be of any concer-" They were cut off. A massive tentecle monster statue collided into them, sending them flailing into the the portal.
"This is your fault! You stupid undead pile of gears!"
Darkside Reject and Crucifer, rummeging through the remains of an Govorment Occult Library have found the dreaded Necronomicon Ex Mortis. . .The Book Of The Dead. Using its evil powers they warp there fellow Roost Fighters back to 1300 AD, one week after the Seige on King Arthurs Castle.
The Roost Fighters must take the remaining troops of Henry The Red and King Arthur, venture into the Forbidden Forest and before the Army Of Darkness can regroup.
Can The Roost Fighters survive in these Evil Forests? Will Crucifer and Darkside defeat the new General and take the Army Of Darkness as there own? Or will the hordes of Deadites and fallen warriors conquer the land and change history forever?
Teh Rules
1. NO Time Travel. Once is enough and its for plot perposes only.
2. No killing other Roost Fighters. If you want out, just write a death scene.
3. Don't do alot of "Setting Shifts". You have King Arthurs Castle, Henry The Reds Castle, The Forbidden Forest, Warrior Graveyard and the Haunted Windmill. Making up new locations is fine, but nothing that dosen't fit withen the setting.
4. Where in the 1300s so Technology is very limited. Your guns/cyber parts/whatever still work but if there damaged your screwed. Although, Ashes knowledge passed down to the Wisemen will come in handy for those who need ammo.
5. This is a restricted RR. Roost Fighters destory the Army Of Darkness. But your encouraged to do it how ever you please.
6. No Necronomicon endused Superpowers! The Army Of Darkness has the Necronomicon and no way in hell are you going to get it without a fight. (IE Don't bother. Break this rule and your facing the Mini-Ash:skull: )
7. NO TREE RAPING. That is all.
The lone Guardsmen walked through the endless maze of bookshelves and display cases. Each case alone was 20 feet high. . .atleast. He hated Graveyard shift, this place scared the crap out of him.
This night was the same as always. He heard a noise and left to investigate it, always nothing. But tonight he heard a ticking sound. . .like a finely tuned and cared for watch. The volume would flucuate getting louder and growing more softly, seemingly at random.
His shaking hand struggled to keep the flashlight steady. The stream of light cast earie shadows across the books, making the grotesque tentecled statues and vile masks of monsters seem alive. He whiped a stream of sweat off his brow with his sleeve when he heard it again; the ticking. Coming from behind him. He spun around, his sidearm drawn, the flashlight exposing. . .nothing.
The ticking again came from his right, he reacted and pointed the flashlight eluminating a statue of a Squid-headed Dragon. He began to back up, into one of the many halls created by the towering shelves of books. But something stopped him. . .a warm wall. He could feel it moving, organically, naturally. He walked into a person. . .
His heart thumped. He knew what to do. He spun around, the light-pointed straight ahead next to his gun.
"Freeze!" He yelled, trying not to sound scared but his voice cracked and shook.
"Allan, man, its only me." His coworker spoke up. His hands in the air, he managed to chuckle even though he had a gun pointed in his face with a scared man behind.
"Damnit, Jonathan!" His fear quickly turned to rage, lowering his gun. "You scared me shitless!"
"I can tell. Look at you." Jonathan tried to hold back his laughter. Allans balding head was shinning from sweat in the flashlight beam and his armpits aswell as his colar were soaked.
"What the hell are you doing out here?" Allan asked. Looking around at the giant bookshelves.
"I heard a sound, so decided to check 'er out."
"Me to! Did you hear a ticking sound. . .Like a watch?"
"No, I heard this thick sloshing sound. Like wet rubber and slime."
"Bullshi-" He silenced himself. A flurry of echoing sounds, ticking and a thick sucking sound bounced around the huge chambers.
Allan and Jonathan looked at eachother. There faces pale white. They dare no make a sound. . .and then the ticking once more. Closer, like he was wearing the watch. Suddenly a the shinning edge of a blade peicered through Jonathans chest.
Allan went to scream, but a mass of wet boneless limbs wrapped about his head. His screams were muffled. . .a liqued snap and his body went limp and fell in a heap to the floor.
Darkside Reject pulled the body off the end of his razor sharp, retractable wrist blade and threw it onto Allans wet one. His master fell from the ceiling. . .the massive blob of slimey green flesh stood up, its huge glairing eye stared at his Minion, nodding in approval.
The evil duo walked through the labyrinth of anicent works of evil. Crucifer felt like a kid in a candy store. . .a candy store of evil. Darkside walked obediantly like an Automaton on his left. Dark leather trench coat hovered across the surface of the floor. Underneath was neat formal wear, a few stray drops of blood were the only thing that took away from the perfection. His face was a black sphere, massive obsidian portholes in his special mask let him see the world around him. . .finishing the dark stooge was a gothic navel hat.
They came to a bared door. stained solid steel poles seperated them from the prize inside. Crucifer ran a slimey tentecle over the bars and turned to his loyal stooge.
His voice was a thick, gargling sound. "Darkside. . ." was all needed to say. The clockwork terror walked up to the door, whipped his trench coat to the side and grabbed a golden key. . .over his heart. His leather clad hands twisting it around, the clicking of gears echoing inside his deadbody.
The ticking slowed down. Darksides hidden blade shot from his sleeve, he raised his arm of above his head and slashed down. The sound of steel hitting steel echoed through the halls.
The bars slide in half, a clean cut.
Crucifer sloshed his huge mass over the remains and entered. The Lovecraftian terror gripped his tentecled limb around a the legendary flesh bound book; Necronomicon Ex Mortis. . .The Book Of the Dead.
He exited the small room. His sidekick stood obediantly on guard beside him like a statue, while Crucifers tentecle flipped the dried pages of ancient evil text. He stopped. . .his massive eye scanned up and down the page.
He raised a tentecled limb, holding the book to his side. . .spoke aloud.
"Klaatu barada nikto azure mein r'yleh Ogdur kloz!"
A massive blue vortex opened up behind them. The duo stood strongly in place, even as massive objects from the room flew into the vortex.
"Darkside. . .Our enemies will be sucked into portals just like these, all around the globe! No matter where they are, they will be caught and taken back in time where they will not be of any concer-" They were cut off. A massive tentecle monster statue collided into them, sending them flailing into the the portal.
"This is your fault! You stupid undead pile of gears!"
Darkside Reject and Crucifer, rummeging through the remains of an Govorment Occult Library have found the dreaded Necronomicon Ex Mortis. . .The Book Of The Dead. Using its evil powers they warp there fellow Roost Fighters back to 1300 AD, one week after the Seige on King Arthurs Castle.
The Roost Fighters must take the remaining troops of Henry The Red and King Arthur, venture into the Forbidden Forest and before the Army Of Darkness can regroup.
Can The Roost Fighters survive in these Evil Forests? Will Crucifer and Darkside defeat the new General and take the Army Of Darkness as there own? Or will the hordes of Deadites and fallen warriors conquer the land and change history forever?
Teh Rules
1. NO Time Travel. Once is enough and its for plot perposes only.
2. No killing other Roost Fighters. If you want out, just write a death scene.
3. Don't do alot of "Setting Shifts". You have King Arthurs Castle, Henry The Reds Castle, The Forbidden Forest, Warrior Graveyard and the Haunted Windmill. Making up new locations is fine, but nothing that dosen't fit withen the setting.
4. Where in the 1300s so Technology is very limited. Your guns/cyber parts/whatever still work but if there damaged your screwed. Although, Ashes knowledge passed down to the Wisemen will come in handy for those who need ammo.
5. This is a restricted RR. Roost Fighters destory the Army Of Darkness. But your encouraged to do it how ever you please.
6. No Necronomicon endused Superpowers! The Army Of Darkness has the Necronomicon and no way in hell are you going to get it without a fight. (IE Don't bother. Break this rule and your facing the Mini-Ash:skull: )
7. NO TREE RAPING. That is all.