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SciFiSlasher from Absolutely none of your business. Since: Dec, 2011 Relationship Status: YOU'RE TEARING ME APART LISA
#1: Jun 4th 2013 at 5:51:58 AM

Okay, first off, this is based off my Slashers vs U.S. Army scenario here. Check it out first.

Second of all, you guys can review chapters in this thread, as well as comment on it in the SVUA thread. Constructive criticism is welcomed, but no trolling or harassing. And no, "this is so retarded" is not actual criticism, it is trolling.

Without another word, here is the fist chapter of Slashers vs the U.S. Army. _____________________

The convoy rolled to a stop three feet from the heavily secured, locked gate into the base. The driver stepped out, walking up to the guard at the far right.

"You got the new ammo supplies, Colonel?" the guard asked, chewing on the withering cigarette in his mouth.

Colonel Bentley nodded. "It's in the back. I'll show you."

The guard followed Bentley to the back, unlocking it, the deep green boxes clearly marked and pointing out how it contained the 7.62x39mm ammunition for the M16s.

"You're clear, " the guard said, nodding, before speaking into his radio. "This is Gunnery Sergeant Eric Vasquez, at the entrance main gate. Open the gate so this supply convoy can make it in."

Getting back into the convoy, Bentley trudged the vehicle forward as the gate slid open. Scanning the area through the window, he was caught off guard as he heard a muffled gasp and what sounded like a hiss of electricity. he turned to the convoy's passenger, the soldier next to him.

"You okay, son?" he asked as the soldier drooled, a tired gaze in his eyes.

The soldier didn't respond for a few seconds before he looked toward Bentley. "Uh-yes, yes sir! I just felt like I got shocked, like I was hit by a taser."

"You need me to get you to a medic here?"

"No, no, I'm good, sir."

Bentley uneasily turned his head back to the path in front of him, and continued driving forward.

The stream of living pure electricity that was Horace Pinker slithered along the ground, very thin and sure to keep his exertion of energy to a minimum, so as to not be so bright and not make such a loud hum.

He felt something come down on him. A boot. Quick to respond, he zipped into the soldier's body, taking complete control of his nervous system and brain cells. The soldier stumbled a bit as he felt an odd uneasiness come over him, grabbing his left temple, before he coughed and looked back up, now under the total control of Pinker.

Pinker laughed in his mind as he processed all the information known to the soldier he had just previously possessed and the one he was currently in control of. Stage One of the slashers' plans for this base was already complete. He had thought it would be difficult, thinking they would use something like electrostatic detection equipment before he possessed the soldier. But it was done!

Now, he just had to wait for his good friend Forsythe, and then, these soldiers would get hit where it hurt.

"Somehow the hated have to walk a tightrope, while those who hate do not."
SciFiSlasher from Absolutely none of your business. Since: Dec, 2011 Relationship Status: YOU'RE TEARING ME APART LISA
#2: Jun 4th 2013 at 5:55:30 AM

Well, here is the second one. Maybe it will get people interested. Slashers vs the U.S. Army chapter 2

_________________________

Private Aaron Vasquez yawned and rubbed his sore eyes as he awakened from his sleep, sitting up in bed. It was still night.

He blinked to clear out some of the drowsiness from his eyes when he looked around and saw the shredded, blood soaked, mutilated bodies still in their beds. The bodies of his barrack comrades.

He stifled a scream and prepared himself for a heart attack as he saw just how horribly they had all been slaughtered:decapitations, ripped out throats, gouged out eyes, some even reduced to nothing but a pool of blood. The worst thing was, the ones who still had their bodies left were still in their same positions as when they had fallen asleep. They had died without a sign of any struggle.

"I-it must be a nightmare!" Vasquez told himself. "Yeah, this is all it is-one sick, really fucked up nightmare! I'm gonna poke myself in the left eye, and if I wake up and this is gone, I'll know it was a nightmare!"

He tightened his left hand into a fist, save for the index finger, which he plunged into his left eye socket. He screamed as he clutched at the area and looked around with his right eye.

Still the same carnage.

Realizing it was no dream, he jumped off his bed and stumbled through the barrack, trying to get out and tell someone what had just happened. Half blind, he didn't see the stream of blood beneath him, and he slipped, falling face first, plunging himself into unconsciousness.

—-

Vasquez looked around himself. He wasn't in the barracks anymore.

In fact, he didn't think he was anywhere in the base anymore.

Steam and the occasional flame burst out from the heat exchangers as he walked through the maze of a boiler room, a sense of horrid uneasiness coming over him. At last, he turned and came to a solid wall, a dead end.

"Hello?" he called out. "Hello, is anyone here? Can anyone hear me?" Further questions were stopped when he heard the horrible shrieking noise from behind him.

Covering his ears and turning around, the dead end had vanished, and the corridor went on. A figure, shrouded in shadow, slowly crept forward, the claws on his right hand grinding against the pipe-covered wall. He stopped, and chuckled.

"You're probably wondering where you are, Aaron. Well, let me tell you, since you seem so confused! You're in my world."

"I'm sorry, but what-?"

The figure stepped forward, revealing a horribly burnt and twisted visage. He was wearing a red and green striped sweater with a fedora atop his head. The claws on his right hand were actually apart of a brown glove.

"Still confused? Let me elaborate for you:you are in Hell, and it is here, where you shall spend an eternity burning. Burning with me."

Vasquez's eyes suddenly widened as the boiler room shifted into a cavern filled with rivers of magma, walls of flame, while winged bat-like creatures dropped screaming people into the rivers.

He was in Hell.

"No, no, please! I didn't do anything wrong! I-!"

"You talked back to your parents all the time! You killed your best friend's puppy, when he got the girl you knew you could never have! You're a tortured soul, and you will always be tortured here. The punishment fits the crime!" the man laughed.

"No! Please, I'm sorry!" Vasquez sobbed, beginning to fall to his knees.

"Sorry does not cut it! But you know what does? THIS!" the man screamed as he swung his gloved right hand, slicing Vasquez's stomach. Gasping, he stumbled back, right into a wall of flame. He was trapped inside, screaming, as he was burnt down to nothing but a blackened skeleton.

—-

Freddy grinned as he came back into the real world, joining Chucky, Jason, and Pinhead.

"Did you kill all of the men, Krueger?" Pinhead asked.

"Yeah, I did. I have to say, it was interesting. They're gonna be caught off-guard when they see that heap of destroyed shit!" Freddy laughed.

"Good. Now, help us sneak Jason in, " Pinhead said, nodding.

"Somehow the hated have to walk a tightrope, while those who hate do not."
SciFiSlasher from Absolutely none of your business. Since: Dec, 2011 Relationship Status: YOU'RE TEARING ME APART LISA
#3: Jun 4th 2013 at 5:57:48 AM

This chapter picks up directly from where the last one ended.

_________________

Pinhead looked around the area. "Well, you got any idea how to get this giant retard in there, Dickhead?" Chucky asked in an insulting manner. He soon regretted it, though, as he felt the chain go into his let elbow.

"Hush, doll, " Pinhead commanded. "I am trying to find a way in without gathering attention. So far, I have found that the base is fully locked down, though."

"Not entirely, " a voice behind them said, as they all swiftly turned around. It was a soldier, and they had no idea how he or why he was listening in on them. Pinhead blasted several chains into him, but the soldier just stood there, his expression unchanging.

"Relax, it's me, " he said.

"Who are you?!" Freddy hissed, raising his glove.

"It's me, Horace! I'm possessing this guy!" he barked.

"Oh, " Freddy said.

"I thought you were supposed to be working with Forsythe in cutting off communications and intelligence for this base, Mr.Pinker?" Pinhead asked as he withdrew the chains.

"Old Charlie isn't here yet. Besides, I've gathered enough information from the two guys I've nabbed so far."

"You mind sharing that info with us, Mr. Pink?" Chucky sneered. Pinker shot him a nasty look through the soldier.

"Yeah, I'll tell you. What do you want to know?"

"The security surrounding their aircraft, " Pinhead said.

"Airfield security is tight. However, I've learned the guards have a record for letting things slip, like when they didn't know some Taliban insurgent sneaked a pipe bomb onto a chopper."

"How was that managed?"

"Easy. He used a distraction first."

That was when Pinhead got an idea. "Here is my plan:I will get the guards' attention by using an illusion to fool them and pull them away. Then, we hurry and sneak Jason in onto one of the helicopters."

"Why do you care so much for the aircraft?" Freddy asked.

"Do the soldiers here carry out routine air-to-ground search patrols for safety, Horace?" Pinhead asked.

"Yeah."

"Then that is half your answer. Do they have multiple airfields?"

"Yeah, a helicopter never returns to the same base it came from, " Pinker replied, nodding.

"Then that means Jason can be transported from one area to another without being seen."

"Yeah, and then what?" Freddy asked as he crossed his arms.

"Then, he kills the soldiers inside. Granted, the security will probably be conducting a search, and that is when Pinker and Forsythe cut down the communications. They cannot request help as Jason cuts them all down with ease. Then, Sledge teleports him away. The soldiers will find out sooner or later afterwards, yes, but their moral will take a mighty hit, and their paranoia will be their downfall as we reveal ourselves."

There was a minute of silence as they all pondered over the idea. Freddy was the first to speak up.

"I find it interesting. Strange strategy, but it makes sense once you see the point and end result."

"What are you talkin' about, Krueger?!" Chucky quipped up. "It's a stupid plan! It's overtly complicated, and I'm pretty sure Sledge doesn't know how to teleport things he can't see! It's ridiculous!"

"You got anything better?" Pinker asked. At that, the doll went silent. "Yeah, I thought so."

"Besides, " Pinhead started to say, turning to face the silent, hulking masked man to the left of him, "I am sure Jason would love the opportunity to indulge in some bloody murder. Won't you, Voorhees?"

Jason nodded slowly as he gripped the hilt of his machete.

"Good, very good. I will create the illusion now. Prepare yourself, Voorhees. From this point on, we ready ourselves for a siege."

edited 4th Jun '13 5:59:29 AM by SciFiSlasher

"Somehow the hated have to walk a tightrope, while those who hate do not."
Natasel Since: Nov, 2010
#4: Jun 4th 2013 at 6:03:05 AM

You do realize the only thing the Slashers can do is run up a kill count before the sheer size of the US Army (and their friends the Airforce, Navy, Marines, CIA, NSA, and who know what else) curbstomps them right?

Hell, properly alerted to the threat, local law enforcement, the FBI, maybe some SWAT should be enough to deal with most of them.

The only hard cases would be the reality bending paranormal types that will probably still go down with enough intel and effort.

edited 4th Jun '13 6:10:00 AM by Natasel

ramuf Electric Heart from the Shining Throne Since: Jan, 2013
Electric Heart
#5: Jun 4th 2013 at 9:01:59 AM

[up] I agree. You'd need a veritable army of Slashers to even have a chance of inflicting major damage on the U.S. Army. Of course, they'd easily win in smaller engagements, but once the Army takes notice and sends in large numbers, they're just going to all be obliterated.

SciFiSlasher from Absolutely none of your business. Since: Dec, 2011 Relationship Status: YOU'RE TEARING ME APART LISA
#6: Jun 4th 2013 at 11:41:04 AM

[up][up] That's kind of why they are cutting off communications.

[up] The slashers already do have their own army. These slashers in the first three chapters are just the ones revealed so far.

"Somehow the hated have to walk a tightrope, while those who hate do not."
ramuf Electric Heart from the Shining Throne Since: Jan, 2013
Electric Heart
#7: Jun 4th 2013 at 11:44:08 AM

If the slashers have a comparably sized army, sure, they can kick ass. But do they have an infrastructure and logistics to go against the U.S. Army?

Natasel Since: Nov, 2010
#8: Jun 4th 2013 at 1:04:44 PM

Look, cutting off the communications of a military force is NOT easy, and that's not even the hardest thing about going against the US army.

Come to think of it, cutting off communications for civilians in the age of cell phones, cable and wifi isn't easy either.

See, after a certain point, its not the army you have to worry about.

Its the entire US Government. tongue

You think Slashers are bad news? The US government has done some arguably worse shit (which they will neither confirm nor deny) by "accident".

Now imagine your Slasher army IS successful.

Say it kills 10,000 soldiers a day.

Do you really think the US government would even care about a loss like that? They (litteraly) have Reserves.

Hell, this just might be the very thing they were waiting for.

An excuse!

A reason to pull troops out of warzones and back home "Defending" the nation.

A reason to pass laws so Orwelian is would make Britain look like it has bad CCTV service.

It would be a new 911, something to galvanize the nation into another frenzy of patriotic fervor and witch hunting.

edited 4th Jun '13 1:16:49 PM by Natasel

SciFiSlasher from Absolutely none of your business. Since: Dec, 2011 Relationship Status: YOU'RE TEARING ME APART LISA
#9: Jun 4th 2013 at 1:39:44 PM

[up][up] The slashers are not going to underestimate anyone and have all of their powers at highest potential.

[up] No, because they have already cut off communications between the nation's capitol and all of the military bases and between the bases themselves.

"Somehow the hated have to walk a tightrope, while those who hate do not."
SciFiSlasher from Absolutely none of your business. Since: Dec, 2011 Relationship Status: YOU'RE TEARING ME APART LISA
#11: Jun 4th 2013 at 5:39:17 PM

[up] Because, Pinker has flooded the airwaves with static to cut off radio and television communications, while Forsythe has possessed and shut down the computers and phone towers.

edited 4th Jun '13 7:31:52 PM by SciFiSlasher

"Somehow the hated have to walk a tightrope, while those who hate do not."
Natasel Since: Nov, 2010
#12: Jun 5th 2013 at 5:45:02 AM

Then what about:

1) Landline phones? 2) Direct satellite communications? 3) Laser signal? 4) "Hardened" gear? 5) The Internetz.

And that's just the stuff I know, the military probably has a lot of toys the general public hasn't even seen yet.

Also, if you "jam" something, via static and such, you will have to do it CONSTANTLY. And that will be easy to detect.

Ditto with going after coms equipment. People will notice when calls get cut off, now imagine what happens when signal traffic from military bases stop.

Night The future of warfare in UC. from Jaburo Since: Jan, 2001 Relationship Status: Drift compatible
The future of warfare in UC.
#13: Jun 5th 2013 at 7:50:43 AM

You don't make slashers vs. cops movies because there are a lot of cops and they coordinate really well and they have specialized training the makes them difficult or impossible to cope with. Once the cops show up the movie is, at best, ticking down towards the end. There is never only one, if you kill one a dozen others will appear in seconds, they coordinate well, their training makes them difficult to dispose of if they have any kind of warning, and they have specialized resources and numbers that make them impossible to cope with on the offense.

And the military is so much worse in every aspect. If you manage to kill a significant number of them then your problems get worse as the acceptable resources to deploy against you expand to cover support weapons, aircraft, and armored vehicles.

Nous restons ici.
Natasel Since: Nov, 2010
#14: Jun 5th 2013 at 7:55:42 AM

[up] Yup. Grand Theft Auto mechanics IRL tongue Or was it the other way around?

Anyway, remember what happened during that Bombing thing in Boston? Specifically the part where the Boston Police Department finally caught one of the hiding suspects?

The sheer amount of firepower unleashed to "subdue" should give you an idea of how bad it would be. And this is just the freakin police!

They don't even have the really good toys good Army boys and girls have.wink

SciFiSlasher from Absolutely none of your business. Since: Dec, 2011 Relationship Status: YOU'RE TEARING ME APART LISA
#15: Jun 5th 2013 at 2:09:26 PM

I thought people from the actual thread would be commenting on this here. Oh, well, here's chapter 4.

_______________

Pinhead focused his mind hard on the illusion he wished to create. He perfected every fine edge, smoothed it into crystal clarity, heightened every detail. Finally, as he projected it into the real world, he made one last touch so as to make sure it would not be revealed so easily. At last, he opened his sunken black eyes and turned back to the other slashers behind him.

"It is done," he said. "Now, help me sneak Jason in."

—-

Staff Sergeant Norman Bridger hated that he had to be on nightly patrol. He absolutely hated it to the core. He had to go for long hours without sleep, food (even though the food was shit), talking to anyone, and it was the most dangerous job at this base. Either you would get your throat slit by some assassin or have to play "Catch" with a grenade tossed at his feet. He wished he could go back to patrolling in a helicopter, where no one could lay a finger on him, and if they tried-well, that's why he had a gunner.

Little did he know that tonight would be different, in a bad way. As he passed the mess hall, he felt something hit his back and someone behind him yell, "MOVE!" He stumbled before he went flying and hit the ground with a loud thud.

He looked back at who it was that pushed him out of the way. It was a friend of his here, Staff Sergeant Tobias Drake, ready to sacrifice his life for him. He was about to find out how.

A missile with a tail of pure flame, going at sound-barrier breaking speeds, zipped down and impacted the ground where Norman had been standing. Tobias and several soldiers who had run up beside him to see the commotion vanished in a cloud of white and orange fire. It soon faded, and revealed something much worse.

A beast at least nine feet tall stood heaving, it's sickly yellow eyes scanning the area. It groaned as it opened it's reptilian snout, it's back covered in ivory spikes. It's arms were around four feet thick, brimming with tightly corded muscles. And it turned and looked straight at him.

Horrified, he picked himself up and sprinted away, hearing and seeing the doors of barracks and surveillance centers throw themselves open as men fired mindlessly at the monstrosity, the bullets bouncing off. He heard a scream go out behind him when Major General Richard Price, the man who oversaw the whole base and it's soldiers, came onto his radio.

"Bridger, I need you to get your ass to the airfield now, and get into one of those helicopters pronto!" Price roared, barely audible over the roar of gunfire.

"Sir! It is no longer my duty to operate an attack helicopter, sir!" he answered.

"You get into a chopper and find a gunner, or else I will demote you!" price growled. "I don't want to hear another word! This is an emergency!"

With no other option, he turned and moved between two barracks and ran to the airfield.

—-

Pinhead smiled as he saw the airfield security rush out to meet the monstrous illusion, like the stupid ants they were. He and Freddy finished fitting Jason into the back compartment of the Apache behind the crates of extra ammunition and guns.

"Just in time," Freddy sneered as two men ran toward the barbed wire gate into the airfield. "let's get out of here."

—-

Norman opened the hatch as he allowed the gunner in first, while he went in last, cramming himself into the cockpit and shutting the hatch. He started up the blades and felt the chopper hover into the air while the gunner turned to look at him.

"I hope you can fly."

Flying out and into the base itself, he frantically shined the spotlight all over the place, but all he saw were the crumpled bodies of the soldiers foolish enough to retaliate .

"I-It's gone! I don't see anything!" he cried as the compartment door went flying off it's hinges.

—-

Jason stood perfectly still as he felt the helicopter lift off. He tightly held his machete as he blinked.

"Jason."

He looked around. It wasn't any telepathic message, and he was the only one here, and yet-the voice was much too familiar.

"Jason. Jason! It's me."

He shifted aside several of the crates and poked his head out. Nobody there.

"It's me, Jason! It's mom."

He relaxed as he heard the voice of his mother, awaiting her next command.

"Listen to me, Jason-you must kill these two men in the helicopter! They are bad people, like those counselors who let you drown!"

His blood boiled while he remembered his cries for help, as those counselors laughed while they got drunk, horny, smoking on their tobacco and marijuana.

"Kill them, Jason! Tear them to shreds!"

He threw the crates out of his way and stomped over to the door. He punched it right off the hinges, before walking to the pilot, who had a terrified look on his rat-like face. He shoved his machete through the pilot's back, until it sprouted from his torso. Leaping over him, he punched the gunner's head clean off.

—-

The four soldiers took point in front of the mess hall. Suddenly, the helicopter which ad been patrolling above them fell and crashed, morphing into a giant fireball.

"Take aim!" the oldest and biggest of the men shouted. A shadow sprouted from the wreckage.

What they weren't prepared for was the huge, hulking man strolling out of the flames, a hockey mask covering his face, a machete in his right hand. He was coming right for them.

"OPEN FIRE!!"

The assault rifles cracked to life, spewing bullet after bullet into the man, who did not so much as flinch even as he was struck in the chest and stomach. He raised the machete and hacked two heads off at once, one of them being the leader of the men. He grabbed a third forward, pressing his machete through him. The last soldier continued to fire, only to run out of ammo as the man was only two inches from him. He grabbed the muzzle of the rifle and tore it towards himself, tearing the soldier's arms off with it. His misery was ended when the masked man pressed the rifle into his forehead.

Two more soldiers ran out of a barrack and, while sprinting towards the man, opened fire and caught his attention. He hurled the armless corpse at the two soldiers, knocking them down, before stomping over to them and slicing them apart. He heard more men coming his way, and readied himself, only to vanish from the base.

—-

Jason returned to where the other slashers were hiding. Before them was the Sledgehammer Killer.

So that was how he had been brought back here.

"What was the meaning of that rampage?!" Pinhead boomed. "That was not part of the plan! You fool, what will we-"

He searched through Jason's mind, not caring as the huge slasher cringed. He grimaced.

"I will not have you ruining our strategy simply due to your auditory hallucinations! If you cannot control yourself, I will do it for you," Pinhead hissed.

—-

Pinker possessed the new soldier, having discarded the previous one due to the damage done to his body by Pinhead. What a coincidence.

Horace, the Cenobite said telepathically. Change of plans. Is Forsythe here yet?

Yeah, why?

Cut off all communications now. Land line, phone tower, computer, radio-if there are any bases still remaining outside of this one, then the soldiers here won't be able to get help. Make sure they cannot contact their pathetic President either. Now get to it.

Pinker turned to the ghost named Charlie Forsythe. "We split up-you take down the computer intelligence and land lines. You sure you've taken down all phone towers in the nation?"

"Yes, but won't these soldiers still be able to communicate with satellites?" Forsythe asked.

Pinker laughed. "The satellites and computes are probably gonna be connected."

"OK, what are you gonna do?"

"I'll over-flood the airwaves with static-take out the radio and television."

"But, if you're gonna over-flood it with static, won't it have to be continuous?"

"You obviously don't know the extent of my power," Pinker snorted. "It's beyond these termites' comprehension anyway."

Forsythe laughed with him, and said in a mocking tone, "Oh, look, I'm the US Army! I can use satellites to launch missiles from a thousand miles away! I'm trained to withstand pain! Nothing can stop me!" They both laughed uproariously. "Bullshit! What are you gonna do without your fancy little tech, Army boys?"

"Alright," Pinker grumbled, getting back to business. "Let's get this fun started!"

edited 5th Jun '13 3:48:38 PM by SciFiSlasher

"Somehow the hated have to walk a tightrope, while those who hate do not."
Zodiacx3 Since: Jan, 2012
#16: Jun 5th 2013 at 3:19:21 PM

I read this.

Your portrayal of Jason seems to be way off. Anywhere from being a mindless killer and not knowing how sneak in to an army base. To a willing, and understanding part of the team who is the strong silent type. Maybe I missed something in the context.

Also. Why in the world would the Slashers want to fight the U.S. Army? All of these characters are in it for the blood. The Army kills more people then any slasher ever could. If anything you'd think they'd want to sign up at best.

I'd really like to see Freddy Krueger try to scare a battle hardened general. I can just see this happening.

Freddy: I'm gonna tear that American Spirit right out of you!

General: Come get some, French fry, you look like you could use it.

The mind of the average soldier is meant to take on just about anything. The Elite forces are pushed to their limits and trained to with stand torture mental or otherwise. Freddy wouldn't stand much of a chance and likely would not want to contend with people who don't need to imagine they know how to fight, but actually do know how. I can't think of many people more confident then a Navy SEAL or a Marine. An extremely far cry from scared teenager victim.

Jason Voorhees is a great killer, but he's one guy. Anyone who sees him coming, and someone eventually will, they always do. Will be armed with an M-16 and other various weapons. Even if he is of the "Can't die" variety, If you've seen Jason X or part 9, you can pretty much guess what the end result is going to be. Him, blown to pieces, likely a one shot kill.

Michael Myers...see above, he's even more human.

Chucky is a living doll who terrorizes kids. He might get a couple of kills but anyone who sees a walking plastic doll is going to be like "What?" Then use their favorite incendiary device of choice to melt the guy into nothing.

Pinhead would be the toughest enemy to beat for sure. He had to be summoned by something or someone. If he had his precious box, why would he even think about being part of an army of slashers. All he'd do is open up the the gates of hell and have all the fun for himself. He enjoys pain though.

Every soldier goes into the army knowing they could be captured or brutally injured. I don't think some hooks and chains are going to phase them much. If Pinhead can be defeated nearly every time he shows up, chances are that someone in the army is going to get lucky is extremely high.

As for cutting off all communications. This would immediately bring every base to high alert. At any given time there are operations going on in the air. Cutting of communication would be the first sign of "Hey, maybe something is wrong because this is impossible." Radio communications between airplanes would be cut off and instantly everyone would know something is terribly wrong.

Slashers vs U.S Army. There is no way the Slashers could ever stand a chance against the Army. When they are routinely beaten by what amounts to teenagers, children and people who usually have nothing else to lose.

It's really hard to be scared of a few guys with big knives when you're in a tank and could just run right over them or turn them into a fine red mist.

Also, if this is based in the slasher world. You'd think monsters that legendary...would not be known about and kept close track of to begin with? If this takes place in horror movie world, you can bet that the Army knows about them and knows how to handle them if the FBI can do it, you can be sure they do too, and likely have some occult resources of their own just in case.

Guard 1: Hey, is it Halloween yet?

Guard 2: No why?

Guard 1:*Shoots guy in mask with big knife on sight* No reason.

Army wins in about three or four hours.

edited 5th Jun '13 4:11:24 PM by Zodiacx3

SciFiSlasher from Absolutely none of your business. Since: Dec, 2011 Relationship Status: YOU'RE TEARING ME APART LISA
#17: Jun 5th 2013 at 3:52:59 PM

[up] Actually read chapter four before criticizing the way Jason acts. It's not context, it's right there.

"Somehow the hated have to walk a tightrope, while those who hate do not."
Zodiacx3 Since: Jan, 2012
#18: Jun 5th 2013 at 4:26:14 PM

I did :-)

Still doesn't make sense as to why Jason would be resident evil's tank one minute then his usual rage filled self the second. Why would he even care about such things as a war? Why would he leave Crystal lake at all? His mother would never allow him to leave home like this either. How long does it take for a helicopter to lift off. He felt it lift off, had time to listen to ghost mom, or hallucination mom. Stand there for however long, punch through the crates and get to the barely off the ground chopper? It would have been out of reach for quite sometime right? Also. What is stopping him from just lashing out against the other slashers, it's not like he's been good at making and keeping friends let alone allies of any kind. There is no way I can imagine him just standing there, taking orders from anyone no matter who it is.

Also. Why did the Slashers go to war in the first place. I mean, they had a good thing going. Life, lots of death, getting put down for a while and then come back later on to do it all over again. What would cause any monster to say "Nope, the Army has to go." I have no idea.

Also. Why is Pinhead part of the slasher group? He's never been the type at his core to be considered this.

SciFiSlasher from Absolutely none of your business. Since: Dec, 2011 Relationship Status: YOU'RE TEARING ME APART LISA
#19: Jun 5th 2013 at 4:50:39 PM

[up] Such questions will be answered later in the story. Patience is key, young one.

"Somehow the hated have to walk a tightrope, while those who hate do not."
Zodiacx3 Since: Jan, 2012
#20: Jun 5th 2013 at 5:00:17 PM

Mind if I take a crack at this idea someday, then. All of those questions were easily enough for one chapter. It's good to put the reasons why in the beginning of a story. Not just kinda add them along as you go. Characters are established, they have personalities and changing them right off the bat with out a reason doesn't sit well with fans. Or at least me.

I'll take a shot at this little concept. See what I can come up with.

SciFiSlasher from Absolutely none of your business. Since: Dec, 2011 Relationship Status: YOU'RE TEARING ME APART LISA
#21: Jun 5th 2013 at 6:11:02 PM

[up] I'm the kind of writer that likes the buildup, and enjoys revealing things as the story goes on.

"Somehow the hated have to walk a tightrope, while those who hate do not."
SciFiSlasher from Absolutely none of your business. Since: Dec, 2011 Relationship Status: YOU'RE TEARING ME APART LISA
#22: Jun 6th 2013 at 7:35:14 AM

[up][up] And please don't use my ideas.

"Somehow the hated have to walk a tightrope, while those who hate do not."
SciFiSlasher from Absolutely none of your business. Since: Dec, 2011 Relationship Status: YOU'RE TEARING ME APART LISA
#23: Jun 6th 2013 at 12:28:07 PM

Not much to say here for chapter 5.

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Pinhead took his place before all of the slashers (minus Forsythe and Pinker) gathered in the forgotten evacuation tunnel below the bunker. The force numbered at least two thousand, perhaps more, and they all fell silent once the Prince of Pain cleared his throat.

"My fellow slashers," he began. "As you know quite well, we are all gathered here to fulfill our honorable belief, a duty so unshakeable, so impenetrable, it would make these idiotic Americans' patriotism seem like a blasphemous hatred of their own pathetic nation. And who are they to stop us? Yes, they will try, and they will succeed in slaying perhaps a good deal of us. But in the end, their "iron" will shall collapse, and humanity in this decade and beyond shall be exterminated like the vermin they are! For their inferiority shall be their downfall!"

The slashers, even several of the usually silent ones, cheered and laughed. They grinned as they heard the next step of the plan.

"Ever since The Tall Man has allowed us access to the timestream, we have learned ever more of man's inferiority! They pride themselves for their achievements, for their unity and strength. And yet, how can such a weak race, who have not even discovered the timestream or our own dimension, hope to survive when faced with us? The answer is quite simple:they cannot!"

The slashers cheered even louder as they raised their weapons, the Sledgehammer Killer and Jason unleashing a brutal bloodthirsty roar.

"Forstythe and Pinker are cutting off communications as we speak. You all know your duties:let us go out now, and let us rain pure terror upon these Army fiends! Our weapons shall bathe in the crimson rivers of their blood! They shall cower before us!"

"Somehow the hated have to walk a tightrope, while those who hate do not."
Zodiacx3 Since: Jan, 2012
#24: Jun 6th 2013 at 3:26:48 PM

Oh. I don't think I can use any of these ideas. You're safe. I just want to use the concept.

I shall see what I can do.

SciFiSlasher from Absolutely none of your business. Since: Dec, 2011 Relationship Status: YOU'RE TEARING ME APART LISA
#25: Jun 8th 2013 at 6:37:44 PM

Chapter 6. And for you guys from the scenario thread, please review here.

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Bravo Team took up point inside the bunker, checking and covering every corner, especially in areas ripe for an ambush. Second Lieutenant Eric Brown, the unit's leader, spoke up.

"Alright men, Major General Price wants this whole base on high alert and lock-down after what went down almost an hour ago, and we've been assigned to cover this bunker. Nobody gets in or out. Anything that looks like a hostile, you shoot it on sight. Understood?"

"Sir, yes sir!" they all cried out in unison. They all saluted before going back to their sentry positions.

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Pinhead hissed angrily. He had heard the voices, and now there were humans in the bunker above them. How he or any of the other slashers were supposed to open the cellar door and get inside would be difficult. He used his mind to search the room. Fifty seven men, all armed with grenades and M16's or AK 47's. Two men even had rocket launchers on them. They would lose an unacceptable amount of men. He looked to Pumpkinhead.

"I need you to tear into that room, and kill everyone quickly," he told the huge vengeance demon. It snarled as it shook it's head, spreading it's clawed fingers. Pumpkinhead grabbed the handles on the door and tore them off in a second.

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The three soldiers standing atop the door suddenly fell down into the tunnel, and all three died quickly as blood gushed from the tunnel. The other men of Bravo Team ran towards the area when Pumpkinhead leaped out, landing on top of and crushing to death one soldier. Ripping off two heads at once it roared as it kicked a man in the stomach, shoving it's claws in and shredding the soldier's guts apart. A roar of gunfire flew out and harmlessly bounced off Pumpkinhead, each man who was too close either being clawed apart or kicked into oblivion. After losing around fourteen more soldiers in the span of eight seconds, the rest of Bravo Team spread out and began tossing grenades. The creature walked through the blasts unharmed, unpinning a grenade carried in the pouch of a man before quickly throwing him into a crowd of five. The resulting gore was tremendous.

One of the two rocket launcher carrying men fired a rocket directly into Pumpkinhead's chest. The creature fell down before getting up two seconds later.

"It can't be hurt!" he shouted, his last words before his face was clawed off in one swipe.

Brown realized the creature could take no damage, but perhaps it could still be taken out of the battle for a brief period of time. The survivors of Bravo Team needed to be given time to escape and spread the word, though, and damn it, he was going to let that happen.

Pumpkinhead grabbed another soldier, ready to bite his throat out, when it felt it's leg kicked. Hissing, it tossed aside the soldier and saw Brown before itself. It spat in his face before it grinned.

"All of you-get out now! Tell everyone!" he shouted as he unpinned three grenades and threw them underneath Pumpkinhead. It leaned down to get a bite of his head. He punched it, his hand throbbing as it rebounded off the demon, which felt like steel.

As his team piled out of the bunker, Price came onto his radio. "Second Lieutenant, I'm hearing reports of gunfire noise. What the hell is going on down there?"

Brown grabbed the radio. "Bravo Team-out."

The three combined grenade explosions were enough to cave in the floor area around Pumpkinhead, sending the creature down screaming. The last of Bravo Team hurried out of the bunker at that moment. There was nothing left of Brown.

—-

Pinhead was furious. It was time for Plan B:no more hiding and sneaky attacks. The situation had called for a full-on, no-holds-barred assault. He was ready.

edited 8th Jun '13 7:33:06 PM by SciFiSlasher

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