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Post by balbanes on Aug 15, 2006 15:53:26 GMT -5
Advodka stands in the middle of a desolate town...
Burning pyres can be seen in the distance, yet snowflakes fall at a slow pace. The ground is covered with a thin sheet of white powder.
Thousands of shapes, crumbled upon the ground, lifeless and empty.
" The God machine is hungry, for individualism and ripe brains. The skull farmers do their rain dance and pray the machine falls to sleep. She holds me close and whispers wet
"there are cannibals among us."
Madly in love, smoking the bones of children, plotting the murder of all life. Strapped into the chair the needle now descends. As they lick their cracking lips their twitching never ends. Blood beneath their finger nails, Swallow all my pain, dirty needles break the skin, as cold as ice, the emptyness of forever, Suck hard as I drain. "
Sunken eyes, a twisted spine, a whiter shade of pale...
Advodka lies his hands upon another...
Energy surges thru his body as he absorbs the soul of another.
A cackled hiss, then silence....
" I've come to pound the coffin nails, Inject your stomach full of thingyroach eggs. Their machine is coming carried on a million legs, Waking in the sleep of reason Winter is the forever season. The God Machine Comes! Lick thy mother's bleeding lips From this glass of hate we sip."
Advodka takes the soul of another, and another....
The crumbled figures, what once were living beings, were now nothing but shells with no existance.....
" Can you remember how it felt to be alive? Your god machine is cold And dead your eyes they cannot cry. We have shot them down from the skies above Screaming, convulsing, My eyes are bleeding! Be silent now and take your beating, I wonder how long you would live, With a sword in your gut? I wonder how much courage you'd talk If your throat was cut? I wonder what you'd sound like begging me To let you breathe? I wonder how much pain it would take To make you all believe Believe, believe, believe, believe In me I'm your god machine! "
Advodka releases a blast of energy to the ground. The lifeless shells start to arise, shambling behind advodka as he walks down the path of the town, absorbing soul after soul, raiseing the shells to control.
The shells chant behind him, in a unison monotone drone...
"We smoke the toenails and hair of the wiseman under Advodka's thumb. We dance like painted puppets, an ocean of alien mystery. We eat the wiseman's eyes for sight that we might see the darkness if we kill the lights fast enough. We eat the brain and pray that our eyes can open wide enough. We burn the dry shell, a funeral chant the pulse quickens and we dance as the blossoms fall a scattering of dust to the winds this celebration of old skin. We feel every flower that is screaming to consume you, the earth and sky your cradle, the earth and sky entomb you! So is the way of forever teeming with simple cruelties, beatings in cold rooms, hands and head not found. We follow, you are the God Machine..."
Advodka's eyes gleem with delight...He Screams out!
" Who dare challenge ME, The God Machine!"
OOC: I love bad guys! and just so yall know, i dont super play, i just make villians.... and the god machine is a title.....not an actual machine.... thanks, and anyone is welcome to join in..... i looked at other topics, and it was kinda hard for a new char to just jump in....if you have suggestions and what to join, plz suggest, i need to introduce my other char....thanks
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Post by bulbaboy on Aug 16, 2006 14:52:22 GMT -5
“What’s with all these twisted rhymes? Someone have a Shakespeare complex?” Came a voice from behind Advodka. “Maybe you should leave this place alone and go back to the graveyard you crawled out of!”
The voice belonged to a young man, about 24 or 25 in appearance. He had jet black hair and wore a funny blue robe. Atop his head was a pointed blue hat that looked like it had been torn and repaired in every possible spot. The most noticeable part of his getup was a large amulet that bore the crest of a long dead king.
“I return after all these years just to see that… things like you are still torturing the people for their own enjoyment and gain. I suggest you leave now or suffer the consequences.”
OOC- Yeah, I bet the only person that will recognize this character is DL, balbanes might but I’m not sure if he remembers everybody from the war. Anyways, this is a really old character of mine that once fought for the rebels.
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Post by prime on Aug 16, 2006 17:34:42 GMT -5
Deviant licked his lips, shivering with exitment. Ione stood beside him, the lithe, catlike figure almost glowing with vibrant energy in the low light. Ione was a person of pure lust, but she lusted after power, no sex or money or material possession. Through this lust Deviant had taught her the dark prayers that drew on the power of the universe, her own desire fueling her powers. She was a cleric, pure in spirit and soul, her mind filled with her lust and agony.
"You are, perhaps, the only woman alive. The only person alive who controls power in the manner of gods, and yet serves evil. It seems appropriate to me, then, that you should kill this upstart." Deviant said. As always, as had become her custom, Ione defferred to him. Deviant is always right. I should kill this upstart. Poor fool. She thought. "Flashy Master, or would you just like it done quickly?" She asked in an almost musical voice.
Deviants head shot up. "Hold on a moment. It seems we have a hero stepping onto the stage. I'd like to see where this goes." He said. Ione nodded, and stepped back further into the shadows. Deviant grinned. "I want to see their strength." He whispered. "I hope they're strong, I don't enjoy killing weaklings."
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Post by balbanes on Aug 17, 2006 0:26:32 GMT -5
Advodka stopped for a moment.....he looks down so he doesnt notice the figure in front of him.
" Tis storytelling, not shakespere..."
Advodka looks up to see the acuser....
"Ha....ha...BWHAHAHAHAHa....funny little man, where did you come from a childrens fairy tale? How dare you speak to me in such ways. Thou not bow before me? Blasphmey! I am the God Machine, you puny existance is naut without I! "
Advodka snaps his fingers and points at the man in the wizard suit. Roughly four score of undead minons shamble toward the man.
OOC: lol, you got to be kidding me, i remember this guy.... i know who to bring back next.... the guy that used the most powerful superplaying move ever... the republican wall of shame!
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Post by bulbaboy on Aug 17, 2006 13:44:45 GMT -5
OOC- I will never forget that. And it’s not superplaying, the Republican Wall of Shame can block anything. By the way, you do know that four score is 80….
BIC- The funny little man stood his ground as the undead creatures surrounded him. “You think a parade of mindless puppets can stop me?! That’s almost insulting. I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt this time since you’ve obviously never heard of me. But after I dispatch of this ‘army’ of yours I’ll show you the true power of Merlin the Insane Magician!”
Merlin clapped his hands together; sparks flew as a large disc of energy formed between his palms. As he pulled his hands apart the disc elongated into a ball and then into a long cylinder. The energy faded away and in its place was a long white pole. Merlin plucked it out of the air and began to rotate it in his hands 360 degrees. It spun faster and faster as Merlin’s hands became a blur of constant movement. His first victim was the second closes zombie. With one swift movement Merlin pounded his pole into the rotting chest of the creature. The closes zombie he kicked in the stomach, sending it back into the fray knocking a few others down with it.
With an upward motion Merlin ripped the pole out of the chest of the first zombie, cleaving its upper body in two. Another rotation of his pole and three undead fell to the ground. With a hard kick, Merlin sent one of the fallen zombies into a larger group knocking them back. One managed to latch on to Merlin. He quickly launched himself up into the air and came back down drilling his pole into the zombie’s skull. With every swing and rotation more zombies began to fall at the feet of this blue clad man.
“Is this the best you got? Wait a few more minutes and then it will be our turn to dance!” Merlin said as he swung his pole around in a large arc ripping into various zombies as it tore through the air.
OOC- I forgot how easy it was to write cliché, until know lol. Anyone feel free to jump in and take out some of these guys…. Freaking four score…..
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Post by balbanes on Aug 18, 2006 19:13:11 GMT -5
OOC: four score and seven years ago.....80 zombies attacked.....lol just so you know, i took over a town, this town was a metropolis....just incase you were wondering my "ammo" situation, lol
BIC:
The Zombies kept coming and coming for the magician. For each one he dropped, two more seemed to take its place. Advodka floated up above the shambling mounds and flew over to the magician.
"Why wait Oh powerful mage, use your toy rod, and destroy me, bwhahahahah!"
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Post by AngelicTragedy on Aug 19, 2006 13:12:09 GMT -5
A cold breeze washed over the legions of zombies and the two battling factions of the fight. The snow began to increase in speed and thickness. The blizzard raged for what seemed like an hour. Bodies froze and fell and visibility was totally in question. Just as suddenly as the freak storm had begun, it stopped. All stood quiet and still. The wind didn't blow, the sky didn't release anymore snow, and no one moved. The silence was nearly unbearible.
"Grandeur Wave!"
A voice ripped through the sky and shattered into a massive wave of energy. The crackling blue energy expanded into a wave that stood a mile in width. The massive wave of energy raced towards the fields of undead and began to chip away at their bodies before it even hit. The massive amount of energy smashed into the ground and reduced twenty-thousand zombies to nothing but a gray mist. A figure began to stride from the smoking crater and took up a position between Advodca and Merlin. Long black hair wrapped around his face and black clothing clad his body. A pair of dull green eyes seemed to shine from inside his skull and stare through the souls of those around him.
"You've gone to far. No one will get away with this for a long as I'm alive! Tell me who you are so that I know the name that I can carve on your gravestone!" Valon called out as he shot an orange orb of energy towards Advodkas throat.
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Post by bulbaboy on Aug 19, 2006 13:47:11 GMT -5
“Alright,” Merlin said as he dispatched another Zombie, “But I only know how to Waltz!” As Merlin was about to launch himself it started to snow. He stopped his attack and looked quizzically at the freezing zombies around him. Even stranger was the fact the Merlin was unaffected. When it finally stopped Merlin was surrounded by the ugliest ice sculptures he had ever seen.
"Grandeur Wave!"
Merlin looked up for the source of the voice and saw only a large wave of energy heading straight for him and the zombies, “Well that can’t be good.” Merlin, though unaffected by the unnatural cold, was not about to take his chances with the energy wave. He quickly reached up and grabbed the rim of his hat. He pulled it down, stretching the material until his whole body was covered. When the wave hit Merlin remained unaffected while the zombies had been broken into chunks, very disgusting and smelly chunks.
Merlin allowed his hat to return to normal and looked up at the energy ball heading for Advodka. Leaping up into the air Merlin aimed a kick for the demons face.
OOC – I hate you so much Pat! I had just typed and was getting ready to post when you posted… I had to do it all over!
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Post by prime on Aug 19, 2006 14:38:41 GMT -5
OOC: Lol, nice one DL.
BIC: "Well, this is interesting." Deviant said. "But now its two on one, and that won't be any fun, now will it Ione?" Ione shook her head, reading her masters thoughts. She stepped forwards, and jumped off the edge of the building they'd been watching from. She landed directly in front of the energy Valon had launched, and stopped it dead against her holy shield. Deviant landed with a crash right behind her, his unreal clothing playing havoc with the eye's. "Now now, lets keep this one on one. Its no fun if you gang up on him." He said, grinning. "And I wouldn't bother trying to break Ione's barrier. It can't be broken. Unfortunately, nither of us can attack through it either. But sacrificed must be made for the greater challenge of the hunt." He said. Ione's eye's glowed white, and her holy shield increased in intensity.
"May I watch him them die master?" Ione asked, knowing taking her eye's of her current task without permission would be an unforgivable sin in her masters eye's. Deviant seemed to consider it for a moment, then consented with a gesture, and Ione turned her back to Valon. "Now, you call yourself the God Machine do you? Well, give us a good show, and I might be willing to let you live after your fight." Deviant said pleasantly. Ione's eye's began to change color rapidly, witnessing power that she may one day be able to harness. "Oh, this should be a good match." Deviant commented. "You've gone and got Ione all exited."
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Post by balbanes on Aug 19, 2006 19:03:03 GMT -5
Advoka looked around and watched as all his minons stopped moving. They were slowly becoming ice statues, and advodka felt colder and colder. He sensed a great power close to him, so he decided to sheild himself with a cloak of pure darkness. Then just as he suspected he heard a voice.
"Granduer Wave"
A wave of energy reduced all his minons to dust, and a man appeared before him. He sent a blast of energy at advodka but some girl appeared and blocked the blow with some great holy sheild.
A man spoke to advodka and asked him to put on a show.
Advodka spoke to the man who released the wave of energy.
"I am Advodka Kevara! I am the god machine, The Judge of souls!"
He turned his gaze towards the man and woman duo.
"I will decide who will live and who will die!"
With that advodka thru his hands up and let out a blood curtling agonizing scream. His flesh tore of his skin and fell to the ground in five peices. He sent five black balls of energy into each peice and the rose to make exact duplicates of himself.
One Advodka walked past Deviant and stopped at the woman. He rose his hand and attempted to grab the womans throat, passing thru the holy sheild, completely unaffected.
"Oh how I hate things holy and cheerful. You, my dear, shall die first!"
Advodka's gaze glazed over with all lack of emotions.
Another advodka charged over to the mage.
One advodka sent a dark energy blast at the back of deviant.
Two advodkas appeared at the back and front of Valon, and started laughing at him.
The last one shifted towards the back of the crowd and rose into the air, he chanted a few words then the air started to thicken.....
"I envoke the rain of the river Styx!"
Small black droplets started to fall until it turned into a very heavy downpour of gray rain. It smelled of brimstone and was very acidic, burning the ground with every drop. This also caused smoke witch made the battlefeild cover with fog.
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Post by prime on Aug 19, 2006 20:04:09 GMT -5
Ione narrowed her eye's, irritated by the impudent force pressing against her shield. She began to gather together her power to strike down the ignorant man calling himself 'the God Machine'. "Stop." Deviant said. Ione looked at him questioningly, then stopped as she saw the dark gleam in his eye's. "Leave." He said shortly. She nodded, and flew as far away from the city as she could. Deviant eye's flashed as he called his power of the dragoon. The dark energy fired at him was nullified and overpowered, dark red and black wings burst from his back. His body was slowly covered in dark, red and black, silvery armor. Spikes protruded from the backs of his fourarms, his knee's, his elbows and shoulders. He spine was lined with hundreds of them. His calves were covered in small, protective layers of smaller spikes. His chest, stomach, and arms were covered in thick armor. His legs with medium heavy armor to allow greater movement.
His sword shone with black and gold energy, as holy and unhold conflicted and mixed into one. Deviant looked at Advodka, and smiled. "No, I think I'll decide who lives and who dies." He looked around him, sensing a fun challenge. "And I say you're all going to die." And slashed his sword through the air, holy and unholy energies ripping through buildings and tearing at everyone nearby. Deviant veiwed them all as targets, it'd be more fun that way.
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Post by AngelicTragedy on Aug 19, 2006 23:00:13 GMT -5
"Listen you little maggot. You have no right to decide life and death, but you do have the right to be welcomed to my own personal Hell." Valon stated coldly as a black energy washed over his body.
A blunt coldness whipped in the air as the area around the group faded and turned into a marshy graveyard. Tombstones towered above everything, trees included. Pillars of stone loomed like giants and roots wound around the groups feet like snakes. Valon stood tall on a the remains of a shattered pillar like a crow watching over a field of dead bodies. A cold look on his normally cheerful face stood out like a black dot in the middle of a white page. With a swift motion, Valons white battle mask appeared on his face and a strong white aura appeared around him.
"Welcome to the Dragon Graveyard. There's no way in and no way out except by my will. No one is gonna leave until you are either dead or learn some respect for like. Now, where were we? Oh yes, how about something new?"
White orbs began to form around Valons body and spin around his frame at a super high speed. Each orb began to create a line of diamond, which soon formed into a full diamond around his body. The diamond shone like a star for a moment and then died out.
"Shards of Eternity!!"
Thousands of shards of the diamond shattered from the form around Valon and rained down on the area around him. The shards moved at a super high speed and pierced through everything it touched. They burned with a white hot heat and moved silently. Once the diamond around Valon was gone, he shot high into the air and shot out a wave of light blue energy into the sky. Lightning began to bolt down and strike the shards.
"Razor sharp shards of diamond that conduct electricity. A beautiful way to die."
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Post by bulbaboy on Aug 20, 2006 0:36:53 GMT -5
Merlin looked at the doubles and shook his head. "You think you're the only one with a split personality?" With that he bent over and began to dry heave. Five mucus cover, fleshy stumps fell to the ground. They writhed and wiggled as they contorted into human forms. After a few seconds five identical Merlin's stood next to the original, exactly the same right down to the blue robes and hat. There was only one exception, none of them were taller than three feet.
Merlin looked up at Valon, "I'm not sure if we're on the same side but as of right now we're allies of convenience! What do you need me to do?"
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Post by prime on Aug 22, 2006 19:19:05 GMT -5
Thousands of shards tore into Deviants body, tearing his bone and muscle structure apart, a problem that was compounded when he was hit with electricity, and his body was totally vaporised. His soul flashed though a tunnel, and landed in the gounds of hell with a *BOOM*. His sword flashed down and landed beside him, his Dragoon Spirit also still inside his hand. "Ouch." He said lightly, picking himself off the ground. "Wizard dude packs a punch. Note to self, do not take enemies so lightly next time." He said, thinking he would've lived past the age of 17 if he didn't make such foolish mistakes. He walked through the levels of hell, past the carcass of the dragon that he'd finally defeated a few months ago, and out of the portal.
He landed in his castles centrel courtyard with another dull *BOOM*. "OUCH!" He vocalised violently. He picked himself up and cracked his neck, Ione stepping out of the shadows and to his side. "You shouldn't be so reckless My Lord." She said apprehensively. No matter how many times he died, she was always concerned when he came back from the dead. Deviant liked that, she was concerned for the source of her own power. She was a little demon, not that different from the useless specimens in the pit. He patted her on the head. "Alright, lets go back and see if we can put more of a dent into that bastard. He really caused me some pain."
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Post by balbanes on Aug 22, 2006 23:05:02 GMT -5
OOC: lol me too.... i just dont feel like rping.... i just got back into it and now im bored.... i think its cuz i had to wait about 6 hours between posts.... not what im used to, lol
i do like the idea of a vicious war though..... i could introduce my new character, lol
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Post by prime on Aug 25, 2006 13:31:08 GMT -5
OOC: Ummm, I did post...Up there. ^ *points*
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