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Posted by: CrazyHobo
« on: May 07, 2012, 06:19:49 am »
Morbidly obesse monsters with lizard heads had grotesque ooze and slime covering their repulsive bodies made out of bones upon which human flesh was sewn, fresh blood still dripping from it. A large group of them was all over the ladnmass. In the center of it stood a building, which resembled something like between ancient japanese architecture mixed with imagery of heavy metal bands rocking out on a scene. Two statues of Norse Vikings holding kegs of beer were placed at the bar entrace. Every once in a while, a poor soul would peek out of the door to see what's going on, only to instantly meet his demise...The lizard monsters immediatelly spat poisonous sharp teeth at whoever dared to leave the safety of the bar. A humanoid dog in a trucker cap decides to check on the situation through the door, only to be killed by another demonic tooth. The monsters continue to have their little fun, unaware of the doom approaching them.
A horde of killer teddy bears is charging at the ranged demons, who are busy assaulting the bar. But one clever demon notices the approaching horde. It quickly gathers the lizard demons to his side and they all fire a volley their projectiles at the approaching mob. They took down many with one volley. A couple dozen teddy bears fell dead. This did not stop the charge. As though not afraid of death, the teddies continued charging. Some were wounded and had to walk at a slowed pace, but charged none the less. The demons prepared to fire a second volley. The second wave of teeth was sent, the teddies were taking heavy casualties. They are down to half a force and will most likely not reach the lizards. But the lizards all faced the teddies, leaving their rear completely unguarded...
From the opposite side, Scalpel, Hobo and the horde of skeleton warriors were charing at the lizard demons, who were too busy with shooting down the killer teddies. Only when the horde was a mere 50 meters away did part of the demons finally take notice. Some of them scrambled a group to deal with the skeletons and fired a volley, but to no avail: the skeletons were...well, skeletons and had shields to protect their vulnerable skulls. They almost took no damage from the volley.
When the skeletons reached their goal, there was little the demons could do. They were fat, bloated, possesed little manuverability. While they had some form of melee attack, they couldn't offer much resistance. To top that, the teddies had reached the lizard demons and were angry at having lost many of their own. When Hobo's forces surrounded the demons into a circle, it became a slaughter. Blood was being spilled along with the muckus the lizards spat out upon death, limbs were flying and heads were torn off by angry teddies. One particular demon was very unlucky, when a teddy jumped in his mouth, clawed all the way through the throat to the stomach and bursted out of the body, covered fully in blood.
When the bloodbath was finished, Hobo gathered his sanity in his fist to restore the fallen. Scalpel approached Hobo and eagerly asked
- So what are you going to turn these mutant lizards into?
- I believe you will like it.
Hobo absorbds the dead bodies of demons and regains a part of his sanity. He uses it to forge powerful ranged soldiers. After a bright spark, a white myst surrounds the landmass. When it becomes less dense, Scalpel is surprised by what he sees. Beautiful women, fashioned in black leather and heavy metal style of the 70-ies, armed with half-metal, half-bone cannons. Not sure from what he sees, Scalpel asks Hobo
- So...um, what are they holding?
- Spine cannons. Fire explosive projectiles, that cause explosions on a small radius. Perfect for big armored demons, not so great for little ones. While I gave them bayonets and knives, I still think they might need protection from melee troops.
- Okay then...I'm going to go....and help them calibrate their guns, if you don't mind....
- Somehow, I reckon it will have little to do with calibrating, but I need to rest anyway, so go ahead. Speaking of rest, what's with this bar?
Scalpel takes two of the ranger girls by the hips and start walking with them by Hobo's side. While walking, he says
- Well, the imagination bar was forged out of those japanese buildings in your dreams about being an epic samurai. But when we looked at it, we though to ourselves "There's not enough metal". So we picked up on your memories and dreams about all things heavy metal and decorated it. And that's how we got the bar. Aside from offering us booze, there is also a a guild of blacksmiths who spend all day forging weapons and then selling them.
- Hmm, convenient. These teddies could use some extra armor. And I need a glass of coke.
- Oh, sorry about that, we only serve booze in here....they got beer, if you want.
- And I'm surprised why I'm so insane...
- Eh, relax. For now, we rest. Later, we take out that landmass. There's an awful lot of large wild wolves that tick me off.
- Wolves you say? I could use a cavalry unit.
- We'll do that later. Now is the time for beer and....calibrating cannons.
Posted by: CrazyHobo
« on: May 03, 2012, 05:33:57 am »
A small demon with sharp teeth was driving his claws into the harsh soil out of pure boredom. It had nothing to do, nothing to kill for fun. Then it turns around to see, if there's anything interesting. It cathces the glimps of something colorful. The demon looks in carefully and drops it's teethy jaw out of surprise: colorful teddy bears were innocently sitting on the grass, playing games with each other. The demon rises and licks his claws. Finally, something to kill. It slowly stalks up to one of the teddies. Just as it is a few feet away, one of the bears turns around to witness the approaching monstrosity. And just when the demon gives out a menacing grin in anticipation of the killing, the teddies do their thing....they become covered in blood, have spikes protructing from all over their body and their harmless looking paws transform into bladed arms. It was too late for the demon to espace. The now creepy teddies lunged at the demon and ripped him to shreds, as it shreaked it's agonizing scream. The other demons heard the noise and moved in to investigate. They were surprised by the sight: scary teddies with blades for arms surround a body of a mangled lesser demon. Suddenly, a fireball was sent flying towards a suicide bomber-demon and an explosion occurs, which kills part of the group. A gunshot is heard and another suicider explodes, taking out another group. The surviving demons recover from the explosions only to see a horde of killer teddy bears charging at them. The throw themselves into a charge. Soon both forces clash into an **** of slaughter. Teddies dogpile on one demon and mutilate him, while demons pounce on some of the bears and rip them to shreds. Casualties appear on both sides. A group of larger demons form a circle and rip to shreds any teddy that dares to come near them. Suddenly, one of those larger demons gets a bullet in the head and falls dead instantly. The gap in the circle allowed a group of teddies to pour in the circle and get some from the back. Some of demons proved to be more ferocious than the others and continued their vicious fighting. Hobo and Scalpel joined the melee, cutting their way through the smaller demons towards the larger ones. When they finally reach them, the demons have killed off the nearby teddies and could now focus on the duo. One jumps at Scalpel with the intent of delivering a devastating vertical strike, but the ego manages to side-step the attack and circle around his opponent. He grabs the demon by the head and uses his magic to set the beast on fire. Hobo parries an attack and uses the momentum gained from the block to strike a counter-attack. He stabs the demon in the torso, then pulls out his sword and kicks the demon away. Just as the demon is slain, another one attempts to take away Hobo's life, but before he can strike him, he is pounced by a large group of smaller teddies, who mercilessly stab the demon in all imaginable areas of it's body, until it falls dead. The last larger demon wavers back, knowing the fight is lost and is beginning to think of fleeing, but a timely fireball cancels his plans for escape.
Hobo looks around to view the scene: mangled and bloody bodies of both demons and teddies lie in front of him. He takes a look at his troops, who look tired from the fighting, but pleased with the victory. Raising his sword, Hobo roars to victory. Everyone follows his example.
As the victors turn to nurturing their wounds, Scalpel approaches Hobo.
- So now what? We've lost quite a substantial number of...troops, if you can call them that.
Hobo does not reply. He lets his imagination do the work for him: the bodies of dead teddy bears are restored back to life and are now once again operational, while the bodies of dead demons rise as skeleton warriors, armed with swords and shields. Scalpel crosses his arms and speaks
- Interesting...the more they die, the more we have men?
- Just like the infected...
Scalpel turns his gaze to another landmass. He points his hand and utters
- That's where the bar is located. It's surrounded by demons with a ranged attack. If we defeat them, we'll have some of that much needed range support.
- Well, I believe we have the numbers to do so, don't you think?
- Indeed. Shall I rally the troops?
- Be my guest.
Scalpel raises his blade and points it toward the next landmass. The horde of skeletons and teddies charge at it...
Posted by: CrazyHobo
« on: May 02, 2012, 06:07:44 am »
- Fat giant lizard freak!!! KILL IT WITH FIRE!!!
Scalpel was in a frenzy. He was slicing monsters into ribbons with his rapier and shot streams of fire from his hand. He laughed maniacally and so great was his fun that a wicked grin could be made out in the mist surrounding his face...a grin made out of razor sharp teeth. Hobo, on the other hand, was cool and level headed. He stabbed a goblin-like demon in the chest, then fired at a suicide bombing demon from his revolver, causing a number of little demons to die. He had killed enough demons to forge a small firearm. Just what one would need to pick off these nasty suiciders from a distance. Scalpel knew magic thanks to the vivid imagination Hobo has. They were killing off weak demons in this landmass. Lucky for them, the voices didn't think Hobo would enter his mind and forge an alliance with his ego. They didn't have a static defence in this area. Only the True Self was protected.
Suddenly, they both hear the sound of very loud footsteps, as though a giant is walking in their direction. Both turn towards the direction of the noise and see a giant monster marching towards them. Covered in blood and with blades protructing from it's hands, the beast takes notice of the two and gives out a nasty roar. Hobo asks his ego
- What is that thing?
- That's a result of your twisted **** imagination! The voices took hold of all the monsters you've ever thought up or seen in real life and now use them as minions. There's more like these in the deeper areas of the soul.
- How do you kill it?
- Go for the legs first...
Just as Scalepl barely finished his sentence, Hobo rushed at the monster.
- ****! Wait for meeee! - uttered Scalpel and followed Hobo's fashion.
The being raised it's sword hands upwards for a devastating strike. It had the intentions of turning Hobo into a wet spot of blood. But as it's arms plummeted towards the ground, Hobo jump-rolled to the side, dodging the attack, then made his way around the beast and stabbed it in the leg. It fell on one knee. Scalpel ran up to the beast, jumped on the downed knee, then ran his way up the beast's arm to the shoulder. He then jumped at the head and grabbed the beasts long nose. He cut both eyes of the beast with one swing. Knowing that it will jerk in pain, Scalpel made a backward summersault to gain distance with the beast.
Hobo ran up to Scalpel and asked
- Ok, now what?
- Strike the heart.
- Got it.
- I'll go for the legs, you be ready to take it down.
The beast started swinging it's arms at random in hopes of hitting the two, but Scalpel managed to dodge every swipe it did, got to the legs and began stabbing, cutting and downright amputating the beast's legs. It fell on both knees in agony. Hobo used the opportunity to run up on one of the hands, then lunged at the beasts abdomen with his blade. He stabbed it, held firmly to the handle of his blade and let gravity do the work: under his weight, he descended down, cutting the beast all the way.
Scalpel got out of the way in time before the beast fell dead on it's back. Having their weapons sheathed, Hobo speaks:
- If there are more of these things, we'll need some better weapons.
- Tell me about it. I need a **** bazooka!
Then an interesting thing occurs: the corpse of the giant beast dissolves into a black mist. Yet in the darkness of the mist, a white light tried to break through. Hobo and Scalpel approached the light. What they saw trully surprised them: a girl. Well, what seemed to be a spirit of a girl. Short, probably less than 160cm, cute, long hair and with beautiful silver eyes. Hobo kneels before her, starts rubbing her ghostly hair gently and stares at her cute face.
- Oh Igor. After almost 30 years you're still melodramatic.
- I haven't seen her for almost 30 years....
- And you still care? This is the girl that nearly drove you to suicide, when you were 16 years old. You still care?!
The ghost awakens, takes notice of Hobo and how he is caring for her. She slowly rises and rests her head on his shoulder. Hobo utters
- She looked like an angel. We had so many things in common. We even thinked of same things at almost the same time....and she turned out to be a wrench...
- Well, in your mind, she's still the perfect angel you remember her as.
Hobo gives out a loud sigh and then grabs the ghost by the neck. He slowly squezes it, looking into the fearful eyes of the ghost girl. Her ghostly body slowly begins to transform into a trail of light energy. When she becomes and orb of light in his hand, Hobo finally rises.
- Just as how she deceived me into believing she is innocent and defenceless, so will minions made out of memories about her misguide the demons. Scalpel, say Anal Beads to the first addition to our mental army.
With those words uttered, Hobo released the energy out of his hand. A bright light blinded the two for a short time, then out of a white mist, the duo saw a pack of....cute, little teddy bears.
Scalpel stared at the little things. If his face could be seen, one would most likely see him with his jaw dropped and unable to grasp what his eyes are seeing.
- Teddy bears? TEDDY BEARS??!! Are you serious?
Scalpel approaches one of the little things.
- These things won't survive a second out there! Why did you....
Scalpel continues to rant, oblivious to what the little bears are doing behind him. Morphing from cute and colorful to morbid and black, they raise their talon hands towards Scalpel. He finally takes notice
- Oh holy ****!
He jumps away just in time to dodge an attack.
Hobo gives out a small chuckle. Scalpel then replies.
- Well then, in this way, they'll come in handy.
Hobo looks over the pack of teddy bears, who have now morphed back into their cute forms.
- Just like Katya...
He then turns arond and focuses his sight upon another landmass. It has more demons there. But the duo now have strength as well. Raising one hand, Hobo signals his newly acquired pack to attack the next landmass.
Posted by: CrazyHobo
« on: May 02, 2012, 04:01:19 am »
Well, after 120 days of being forgotten, lets bring this thing back to life
Hobo almost lost it. The voices had almost consumed him. In a last ditch effort, he sits into a meditation pose and enters inside his own mind.
It's all formless chaos inside here. Crimson skies overlook the floating pieces of land. Rain of blood pours on these shapeless landmasses. The resulting humidity brings life to dark forms of plant life: cannibalistic trees, plants with jaws, flowers that spit out poison fumes, ordinary grass was pitch black and was sharp as razors.
Hobo had arrived to one of these landmasses. He was shocked by the sight. The voices have corrupted his mind extremely. There was no sign of where the True Self was. Hobo was afraid that he would fail to regain his sanity. Then his eyes caught sight of a dark figure sitting on the branch of one of the killer trees.
The figure emitted a black mist around itself. The face could not be seen, only two yellow gems that were in place of eyes. It was clad in dark armor. A rapier with a very decorated handle hanged in the sheathe on the waist. The figure jumped off the tree. The immobile predator yelled at the figure, to which he replied by slicing it in half with the rapier in almost lightning speed. Then the figure walked towards Hobo and began to speak on the move with a menacing voice:
- Well you sure have guts to be here. If I knew my mind became an **** of cannibalistics mutants, I'd think twice, before entering it.
- If your life was about to end because of the said ****, you'd jump in here without a second thought. - replied Hobo without showing any sign of insecurity towards the figure.
- Perhaps. But I'd definetly think twice before entering here for another reason: somewhere down here a very pissed of ego is located. Pissed that it's host decided to banish it to the abyss of the soul.
- It's not my fault it decided to possess me. All I did was ensure my survival. Honestly, you'd do the same, if you were me.
- Maybe that's because I am you?
- You're my ego. You're only part of me. I understand your worries: you're what dies, when this body expires. But should you really be afraid of death? When the end comes, you'll look upon yourself and utter "I had a good run. Knew my odds and took the chances".
- I'd be immortal, if I could take your body.
- No you wouldn't. You're not the soul. You'd die either way.
The figure clutches his fist in anger. He then asks
- Why did you come here? Do you honestly think you have a chance of stopping the madness in here?
- Alone, no. But I'm hoping my pissed off ego would lend me a hand.
- And why would it do that?
- Well, if the madness takes hold of me, where will that leave you?
- On a sunny beach with all the girls you ever wanted in your life, which are all burried in your secret desires.
- You think my imagination will remain untouched by the madness?
- It may...and it may not. Madness is a tricky thing, ya know. Never know what's going to come out of it.
- I assure you, the demons that took hold of me have no good wishes for what remains here.
- Figures. I mean, if they wanted me to stay, then these mutant plants and everything else that crawls here wouldn't try to kill me! I can't walk to the Imagination Bar without getting into a fight with a vicious grizzly frog! ****, it's like I'm in Skyrim again!
- Imagination bar?
- Well just because I'm in the abyss of your soul, doesn't mean it has to be boring here. I'm human too, sort of...I need entertainment as well.
- Then you have all the more reason to help me regain my sanity back.
- *Sigh*, we tried to kill each other in the past and now we're allies. Ironic, isn't it?
- I've been in a similar situation many times. Nothing new for me.
- Whatever. So, where do we begin?
- Well for starters, I could use a weapon.
- You're inside your own mind. Gather what sanity you have left and forge one!
- Alright, I'll give it a shot.
Hobo raises his hand and focuses his mind. Dark matter appears in the form of a ball in his hand and dark energy spins around it. Slowly, the ball stretches, materialising into a solid blade out of a black metal. After some time, Hobo has his Dusk Razor restored and ready.
The figure gives his opinion:
- Well, that'll do for some of the local freaks.
- Probably.
- Next course of action?
- We find the True Self and find out where these demons came from.
- Ahh, that might be problematic. He's still where he should be: right in the centre of your soul. But the voices have surrounded him with an awful lot of their own minions.
- How many?
- Too many for just us two.
- We need an army?
- You got that right! We're gonna need an awful lot of firepower to break through that line and get to the True Self. Firepower we can't afford right now!
- Where do we get it?
- Use your imagination! You just forged a sword out of thin air, now go forge an army.
- I don't have enough sanity for that.
- Well then, lets get you some, - the figure turns around and points into a landmass in the vicinity - that place has less monsters than everything else. I reckon it's a good place to start fighting for your mind.
Hobo walks up to the figure and places his hand on it's shoulder
- You know, Scalpel, I think this is the beginning of a wonderful friendship.
- Awww, you really think so?
- Sure. Now lets go kick some psychic ass.
- **** YEAH!
And the two walk towards the abyss full of monsters with their blades ready.
Posted by: CrazyHobo
« on: September 09, 2011, 07:05:33 am »
(Yes, awful lot of talking with little action. Like I said, it's improvised)
- Maria, you don't have to worry about a thing. You'll stand behind a reinforced door, so he won't be able to harm you. All you have to do is keep him company, just talk to him. It's lonely in the cell and he could sure use a person he could speak with. Be a nice girl already, help everyone out. We're trying to help the guy cope with some trouble in life, but he doesn't trust us.
- I do wonder, whether it has something with you all carrying a gun or two on you. You know, Kurt, I may look like a silly girl, but I'm not that naive: you want something from this guy and you just need me to get it out of him. Afterwards, you'll just get rid of him.
- Now why would you say that? Maria, we help people. We offer shelter for starving survivors, we periodically purge areas from infected, we teach people how to defend themselves. You gotta understand that we're the good guys.
- Yeah, you're very good...at lying to me
- Maria, I don't have the patience for this. You have a job here and it's your duty to help us out. Go in there and talk with him.
- *Sigh*, well, if orders are orders....
*some time later*
Hobo was sitting in a seiza stace, meditating on himself. His eyes would often twitch and hands would shake, as if he's struggling with himself. His thoughts were centered around the demon inside him, slowly gripping at his sanity. Hobo had to give much effort to remain sane, which proves to be harder with each passing day. Slowly falling to despair, he thinks what to do, before finally succumbing to his bloodthirsty rage.
Suddenly, Hobo's meditation is interrupted by the loud opening of a door.
Light footsteps, not like the soldier's heavy boots plunging into the ground. These were light, barely detectable, as if someone is touching the floor only with the tips of their feet, almost attempting to move silently.
He gazed at the glass door infront of him, an object he greatly resents: it's reinforced, can't be broken with anything....though they are vulnerable to explosives, even small ones. But that is an instrument, that Hobo does not possess at the moment. Too many times has he tried in vain to break the door, only to fall on his knees, admitting defeat to it, to the amusement of the guards....
Someone was coming this direction. Without anywhere to hide, Hobo just sat there, waiting...
A woman...no, a girl in her early twenties approached the glass door. Not short, nor high: about 170cm high. Well groomed brown hair, a rarity in the days of the outbreak, a pretty face, blue eyes, like the sky before the outbreak (something, that Hobo remembers vaguely), wearing a plain white T-shirt and blue jeans...washed, another rarity these days.
She stood there, looking at him, but her look seemed uncertain, whether she knows what she is doing. Hobo looked back, but his look was that of no interest. This went on for a short time, until Maria broke the silence.
- Hey there.
No reply from Hobo. After an awkward silence, Maria clutched her lips, looked at the ground, as if hoping to find an instruction there, then spoke again
- Usually, I'd say "how are you?", but I can already tell, that this isn't your best day in life.
No reply. Maria was getting lost with the ignorance Hobo gave her, she just doesn't know what to say to a guy, that keeps silent.
- Hmm...nice beard you have there. You must have been giving it much attention.
Raising one eyebrowe and letting out a sigh, Hobo finally spoke
- Standart interrogation process, using a innocent looking person, most often a young girl, to gain the trust of a person....How predictable. They must be growing desperate. I find it ironic, that this is a method I would often practice during my days and now it's being used on me.
- I'm not an interrogator.
- Then why are you here?
Maria seemed a bit lost with the question: really, why was she here? While she was trying to make up a response, Hobo spoke again
- This is an area, where only high ranking personell are granted access. Last I checked, there aren't that many high ranking operatives, who are barely twenty.
- Well, maybe I'm a rare case?
- Then you must either be a highly manipulative person or a security guard with expertise in psychological combat. In other words, an interrogator, which you said you're not. So who are you then?
- Well actually, I'm just a pharmacy clerk. My job is to simply provide people with the medicaments they need...what little we have left anyways.
Silence entered again. Breaking her nails, as if nervous, Maria spoke again
- Must be lonely here?
- Loneliness is an ever present companion in life. You either learn to live with it, ignoring the pain it brings, or suffer from it's sadistic nature.
- You seem like a wise man.
- Would I be in a cage, if I were wise?
She didn't know what to say to this.
- Why are you here? - asked Maria
- Does it matter to you?
- No, I'm just trying to keep up the conversation...and I admit, I'm failing to do it.
- You should take some public speaking lessons...oh, I forgot: the tutors are mindless zombies now.
- Heh, very funny.
- Like all things in life are.
- I hardly see anything funny in this. The world's hell now, people are starving, while infected pound on their little havens, slowly taking them away and growing in numbers. To add that, people are still fighting each other, with all the clans fighting for worthless pieces of land.
- They're not exactly worthless. A big hotell makes a good base of operations, while warehouses have some lootable goods to steal, like food and medicaments.
- And it's worth killing each other for those scraps?
- Well, we've been doing it for the past 6 thousand years without the infected. Nothing has changed, really, aside from the zombies...so yeah, it's probably worth it, if everyone is still doing it.
- It's a waste of lives, if you ask me. At least we are trying to help people. We organize free lunches, provide shelter and train people for tasks to help everyone in the end.
- You do know, that you're not helping humanity with any of this?
- How's that? We're keeping people alive, how is that not helping humanity?
- Well, I'm guessing there's the difference between us: you help people survive a few more days. I help humanity survive this entire crisis.
- By killing them?
- Humanity's survival is not based on the numbers of people, who survive, but on their quality.
- You sound like one of them Black Dragon zealots, who claim to kill people in the name of some greater good, which is a stupid dragon.
Hobo chuckled at this statement. This girl is amusing, though incredibly naive. With all his words prematurely planned, he replied to her:
- Well, only true survivors can make it past this crisis and enter the next step in evolution.
- And what are you, a true survivor?
- Every Black Dragon Agent is.
Maria starled at this response. She heard stories of how BD agents can survive through even impossible situations, and of their unnatural cruelty towards others. The reinforced door did not bring Maria any sense of security. This guy has probably killed hundreds in the past years. Maria stepped back.
"Just talk to the guy, so he don't feel lonely. But, Kurt, you forgot to mention, that he's a maniac, who kills people in hundreds" - thought to herself Maria.
Hobo was amused. He watched at Maria's frightened face with a sadistic smile, feeling satisfied with what he had done: the seeds are planted, it's only a matter of time for the to grow.
His satisfaction was interrupted by his own cough. Hands began to shake once more....It's starting again.
Maria watched, as he was shacking, as if trying to hold something within himself, his eyes becoming bloodshot red and growling in a menacing tone. In an instant, Hobo let out a heartbreaking warcry and lunged at the door, bashing at it mercilessly, like a vicious predator tears his prey to pieces.
Without a moment to waste, Maria ran, not wanting to find out, whether the door will hold this beast.....
Posted by: CrazyHobo
« on: September 05, 2011, 10:33:46 am »
"I write down my thoughts in hopes of achieving some form of epiphany, less I loose what is left of my sanity in this cell.....
The unpleasant memories of the past are crawling in my head, like leeches. They won't go away. All the bad things in life that I ever faced have resurfaced, starting from youth and ending with recent days.
I look into my past before the outbreak and realize, that had nothing pleasant to remember: poor family in a developing country. My parents had to work all the time to sustain us, while my brother was hanging out with local thugs. All left by myself. Loneliness has been a constant companion for most of the life...and it was killing me from the inside.
The worst thing was my incredible bad luck with girls. No matter how much pick-up and other things I learned, there always seemed to be something repulsive about me, that drove them away from me, yet I could never figure out what it was. I was so fed up by those failures, I convinced myself, that I was one of those people, that are just not made for love. It was irritating the hell out of me.
Then I emigrated to the US, only to become a homeless person a year later. Three years spent crawling in the streets of Fairview in search of food.
My life was entirely empty and useless. I was on the verge of ending it once and for all.
But then the voices in my head started speaking of upcoming changes and that I was chosen to survive. And they were true: three days later the outbreak started. Through what miracle I managed to survive is beyond understanding, but for the first time in many years, I have felt Lady Luck being my ally.
Sure, the things at the outpost weren't so good at the start, being on your own. But the voices brought me to the halls of Fenrir's Fangs, saying I belong here.
And that's where my real story begins: my life finally had purpose. The odds were against me: the weakest recruit just happened to be me, yet fate had it, that I survived all the trials and became a full time battle brother.
Four years later, I was an Athro rank, leading nearly a quarter of the entire clan into victory after victory. It was thanks to Modem and me, that we secured the north-eastern part of Fairview. It was I, who led the attack against the Winter's Fist zealots. I was among those, who destroyed our eternal rival, Ascending Dawn.
And then the turning point in my life came: I had learned of the Black Dragon clan. They appeared out of nowhere in our hold and seemed like complete strangers, but the voices told me, that my path was with them. The aura around them was that of power and fear. The dreaded gas masks hid all signs of humanity. They were the true survivors of mankind.
They took away some of the Fangs, me and Modem included.
There I met with the man, with whom the rest of my life had been linked: the Archlord Vora X. The greatest Agent of the Dragon.
Even in the Fangs, I still couldn't get rid of those nightmares, that haunted me about my past life and all the failures I have witnessed. But Vorax stopped them. He tought me to qualm all the noise in my mind. He even helped me silence the voices.........some thing they were not very pleased about.
He tought me the importance of discipline, willpower and awareness. He showed me all, that I know of the other world. Like many before him, I became a true survivor thanks to the Archlord.
And then he disappeared. No trace of leaving. Nothing.
Without his powerful leadetship, the Black Dragon dissolved quickly, VOID being the most famous of the factions. They are pretty much our successors, but they are not Black Dragon in heart, like Rezno is.
Multiple reorganizations and attempts of return have brought to nothing but despair. We lost many of our best in the following years...Ashley, Meat, Guardian, Flynn, Tratpan...oh how I miss Tratpan.
A few years later, I could feal my True Self's voice fading in the darkness...the voices were resurfacing. My innder demons were taking back possession of me...
I...can't.....take it...anymore.
Must...meditate.
Need more time........
*Unreadable symbols*
FEAR THE DARKNESS
WE WILL SHATTER YOUR SOULS
ALL WILL FEEL THE WRATH OF THE SUPERIOUR ONES"
Posted by: CrazyHobo
« on: August 25, 2011, 11:12:06 am »
>accessing profile
.....
>access granted
Type command and number to proceed
>view 0221
>processing
......
>viewing the document requires special clearance.
please enter code #04
>****************
>processing
> access granted. Welcome, sir.
Subject-0221
Name: Crazy Hobo
Real name: Igor Korzun
Date of capture: classified
Deployed capture unit: classified
Mission casualty: near total
Mission status: success
Physical health status - Stable
Mental health status - Unstable
.......
Restoration time - .....
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Previous attempts of resteroing the subject to stability by putting the subject in a comfortable enviourment has proven unsuccesful. Subject-0221 became unstable closer to the end of the testing.
Reccomended course of action: unavailable.
Subject-0221 has been spotted writing in his cell. Attempts to take his writings have resulted in the deaths of 4 security guards. By orders of the Director, entry to 0221 cell will now only be authorized to rank 4 and higher personell under a heavy escort.
Reccomend studying 0221's writings for more information on his mental health.
>close
Posted by: CrazyHobo
« on: August 22, 2011, 03:22:57 am »
Johnson was terrified for the first time since The Outbreak started. The madness he had entered today seemed even worse, then fighting the undead. To make matters worse, he had little equipment, as this was supposed to be an easy job: pick up a package and deliver it to the second lab. But only on spot did they find out, that the package was infact a human. A dangerous one. Johnson head rumors, that capturing this guy costed the deaths of three commando squads. What hope could he and his team of rookies have?
It was supposed to be easy: the guy was pumped with morphine to qualm his agression and bring a guy covered in chains to the back of a truck and just drive to the underground base at Fort Pastor. The job seemed wrong, once they saw the guy. He was of medium height, his hair had grown long, rigged full beard and bloodshot eyes. The guy was giving away a demonic aura, which inspired fear and discomfort around everyone who stood near him. Johnson asked the guards about the guy, and all they said was "He's a crazy hobo, that worships some dragon"
The job went good at the start. They cuffed him up in chains and escorted him out of the lab. Johnson and Cortez behind the guy, Roy and Ramirez at front, opening doors.
But all hell broke loose, when navigating through small coridors, Subject-0221 just ripped the chains off his arms, grabbed Private Roy's combat knife and used Roy as a shield so as they could not fire at him. Then he entered a room nearby with Roy, closed the door and before the team could enter, they heard Roy's agonizing screams.
Next problem that happened were the lights: they went out. They immediately turned on their flashlights and aimed at the door, through which 0221 entered. Private Cortez was sweating and breathing heavily: this was his first mission and it turned into a nightmare. He kept muttering, that they are facing a demon, that shall devour their souls and bath in their blood. Johnson barked at Cortez to shut up and watch the door, but the next problem occured...
Sound of a gun firing, and Ramirez falls down with a bullet in his head: 0221 fired from the other end of the corridor. How he managed to get there is beyond understanding. Then he disappeared into one of the rooms before Johnson could open fire.
Johnson and Cortez were all who survived so far. They backed away to leave the corridor of horror. The door behind them was locked: safety procedure to ensure minimum casualties. The cameras have probably seen, what's happening and the security team closed off this segment to avoid breach. They were trapped with 0221 here....
Surrounded by darkness with only small flashlights illuminating their paths, the remainder of the squad didn't know what to do. Johnson noticed, that Cortez was standing close to one of the door.
- Cortez, stay away from the doors!
- What? - replied the shocked rookie.
But before Johnson could repeat himself, the door burst out and a bloodied hand grabbed Cortez by the collar and dragged him into the darkness. His screams echoed through the corridor, before being cut short.
Johnson mounted a last stand: he pressed his back towards the door and aimed his M16 rifle into the darkness. A glimpse of a moving shadow cought his sight and Johnson opened fire. The corridor was shortly illuminated by the gunfire and Johnson saw, who he shot: Cortez. He had about 20 holes in him. Fell dead on the spot.
Johnson lost it. He kept firing blindly into the corridor with a naive hope of hitting 0221. Then he heard the soul shattering sound of his rifle clicking at the press of the trigger: no more ammo.
He just sat there, waiting for his doom. It was near.
Johnson finally saw with the help of his flashlight, how 0221 left a room at the other end of the corridor and began slowly moving towards him, all covered in blood and his long hair closing his face. Fear chained Johnson so greatly, that he could not move a muscle and kept breating nervously at the uncomming demon. For a moment, Johnson thought, that Cortez's muttering about demonic influences were true and that he would he ravaged by one right now, just like his team was.
But 0221 stopped in front of Johnson in 2 feet from him. He slowly moved his head down and just watched at Johnson. The presence of this freak horrified poor Johnson so much, he couldn't even open his mouth to plead for mercy. But 0221 just stared at him and did nothing more.
The silence continued for a few more minutes, then a voice in the speakers above the door spoke
- Subject 0221. The test is not finished, until all obstacles have been neutralized. Kill Johnson, now.
0221 just kept staring at Johnson. He didn't do anything else.
Another minute of silence and the voice spoke out once more
- Security personell, be advised: Subject-0221 has reached instabilty. Procedure 29 has failed. Prepare to detain 0221
A short poping sound and 0221 felt, how something had just hit him in the back of his neck. A tranqualizer dart. He slowly fell on the floor, passing out. Johnson could not understand, how the demon could be quelled so easily.
The door on the opposite end opened and Johnson saw a heavily armed security guard enter.
The last thing Johnson saw, was how the guard aimed his rifle at him.
Posted by: CrazyHobo
« on: August 21, 2011, 12:55:09 pm »
>accessing profile
.....
>access granted
Type command and number to proceed
>view 0221
>processing
......
>viewing the document requires special clearance.
please enter code #04
>****************
>processing
> access granted. Welcome, sir.
Subject-0221
Name: Crazy Hobo
Real name: Igor Korzun
Date of capture: classified
Deployed capture unit: classified
Mission casualty: near total
Mission status: success
Physical health status - Stable
Mental health status - Unstable
.......
Restoration time - .....
........
Previous attempts of restoring the subject to sufficiency using neuro stimulants and memory wipe have proven unsuccesful: subject's mind refuses to accept the memory wipe, while the body does not accept the stimulants
Reccomended course of action - Procedure 29 under supervision of the Head Surgeon.
Chance of success - 49%
>close
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