The Imagination War RP

The year is 2106. The date? 6th of June. 6/6/6. It has always been, and always will be, this date. Time is unneeded by the Elder Gods or their followers. Everything just is.

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In the Church of the Forgotten, The Neverending did his best to live up to his name. The building had been reshaped by Destructioneers with a huge amphitheatre-like appearance in the middle, the outside appearing as a normal run down church. In the middle was a stage on which stood The Neverending, raising an arm as if conducting the chanting.

"Brothers and sisters, many aeons ago our Gods returned, filling the world with their glory! On this anniversary, when the Gods first came through, we reinforce their will. Keep at it, my comrades, and our Lords and Masters will give us the perfect world when this one is destroyed!" he yelled around, and the chanting got louder, echoing through one of the many corridors which made the building labyrinthine. But not outside, for they still had to use discretion against those who would challenge their vision. The Imagineers.

((OOC: So yeah your character can either attack the church guns blazing, try to sneak in, whatever but you must stop this ritual from being completed! Have fun.

A lone figure sat alone in a Cadillac too far for any normal human to spot from the church. In one hand he held binoculars and in the other he weighed a brick. It was times like these that he wished he smoked. If the cultists had any tobacco then Drake Brown might pick up the habit. He pulled out a cd and played [[{{https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eDdI7GhZSQA}} Hey Jude]].

He was a man who had stuck his heels in when the 'world moved on'. Drake was sure that someone like King was thriving in this world. These thoughts were irrelevant to what was about to happen. Mr. Brown tied the brick to a string wrapped that string around the head rest. Before sitting the brick on the gas he made sure the C4 was still strapped to the underside. Finally he turned up the speaker to the point it made his head pound just to be in the car.

With the vehicle slowly moving towards the desecrated church Drake ran perpendicular to it. I wonder what they will make of that a driverless car? He went around towards the backside of the church looking for any heathens that might warn there brothers and sisters about his interloping.

Big bill was about to start his run when he saw a car moving towards the church. Keeping Louise as quiet as he could he moved towards the back. There were only two guards there, both with automatic rifles.

Vrrrm. Vrrrm. VRRRRM! He revved up his hog and then rode her towards them, submachine gun firing from one hand and a grenade clutched in the other.

"The Hell? Wha-" started the rear guards on the left before the bullets ripped through him, the right guard having enough time to pull out a rocket launcher from Hammerspace before dying as well. As The Neverending continued through the labyrinth he felt a telepathic message from the guards in front. "Sir, we have a hostile approaching and-" An explosion promptly cut off the message, the temple shaking from the explosion. God damn it, everything was going so smoothly, thought the Neverending as he stomped towards the direction of the loud explosion, eyes flaring gold as he conjured up horrific visions of his masters. Anyone who would dare to challenge them would face oblivion. He hadn't noticed the rear's attack, but he wasn't concerned.

As the guards fell, a screech came from the entrance they were guarding.

Feel free also to put in that there are already characters inside the church, disguised as a cultist, or whatnot.

edited 7th Jul '13 11:17:22 AM by BigDaddyP

As theguards at the rear entrance fell Bill pulled up within throwing distance and tossed the handgrenade he'd been holding in his off hand at the door.

Drake approached Bill.

"It seems we're both here for the same reason. Though you ruined my plan."

He flipped a silver watch on to his hand and began to estimate how long it would be until the car got to entrance of the church.

"What is your plan besides going in and taking as many of those....fools as you can before they get you?"

"I don't know, 'When in doubt break things' usually works for me. Got a better idea?"

Drake looked down at one of the torn up bodies.

"The best attackers are usually the parasites that kill their hosts from the inside. If we wear their uniforms it would allow us to get close enough drop them before they realize their system has been compromised. Assuming they don't get any suspicions first."

Drake Brown shoved one of the members uniforms over his own.

"Would you rather go in as two guards, or as prisoner and guard? I like the Chewbacca option myself."

"I like your way of thinking Mr. Solo.", Drake said with a smirk.

Pecos Sean waits for his cue to attack in the church of the forgotten wearing a large robe that conceals his face and hiding his guns in the abnormally large sleeves of his robe.

Bill disarmed himself and produced some rope for brown to put on him.

"I have a couple tricks up my sleeve they won't know about."

Drake tied his arms behind with a knot that would be easy to undo.

"Then lets knot keep our audience waiting."

As he walked, another version of The Neverending broke off to go to to the main room. Tentacled beasts manifested themselves around his body and wiggled across the floor in case of any foolish attack. The second one turned right to the back exit. "In the name of Aggressive Menace what are you two doing?" he demanded of the guards suspiciously. He was a mult-wavelength being, the little details were beneath him.

"One of these things is not like the other" murmured Neverending as he looked at the arranged cultists, tuned to the ritual and knowing a couple of people weren't actually chanting. He began moving among the assembled.

What the Neverending would see when he looked at Bill was somewhat different from his normal appearance. he was still big but what was muscle now looked like flab and he radiated a combination of fear and docility, like a cow being led to the slaughter that was just smart enough to know there was danger but not smart enough to know why or how.