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Taco Since: Jan, 2001
#1276: Aug 16th 2011 at 9:07:40 PM

"Fell Off the Back of a Truck." said Stephen. He popped in some coins, pulling up a strange-anime styled fighting game, with characters arranged in a ring. "Let's see, you can be... The Red Hulk, Michael Jackson from Smooth Criminal Only He Shoots Grappling Hooks From His Dick, Loli Vampire, Vash The Stampede's Lame Cousin, No Face From Spirited Away, Another Loli Only With Lasers... Can you read any of these actual names? Or what these buttons are labelled?" He pointed at the japanese lettering by the four buttons next to the joystick.

Suttungr Clueless Slacker from Right here, dood. (Don’t ask) Relationship Status: Maxing my social links
Clueless Slacker
#1277: Aug 16th 2011 at 9:55:47 PM

"Oh, this one. The buttons are fairly simple- 'Punch', 'Kick', 'Throw', and 'Obliterate.' Try not to ask about the last one, I am not sure either." Saito pressed a button to join in, selecting the character Stephen referred to as "Loli Vampire." "This character takes a bit of skill to use, but is quite effective if you use her right. I will try to explain the story later."

DOOD!!!
lightdarkhero250 Quad Optometrist from Somewhere Since: Oct, 2009 Relationship Status: I'm just a poor boy, nobody loves me
#1278: Aug 16th 2011 at 10:23:45 PM

"What? How would drinking poison Kool-Aid help? I kill dark shadow monsters from another dimension. With my friend's help. and with the Persona. That comes out of a card. Then you shout 'PERSONA'. and you crush in your hand, or tear up, or slice with the highly dangerous weapons we carry when we're killing those monsters. We also save lives. And stuff. You know that shopkeeper guy on the news? Yeah, we found him. After we beat the shit out of him. Because he morphed into this monster. That was bigger than all the other monsters. And he was made out of raw meat. And he had this wheel thing that he spun and then it almost killed me but my friends backed me up and we won." Reid rambled on like a crazy man who took all the drugs. All of them.

Reid was the goddamn best at his job.

I'm a ghost, you didn't see me.
Taco Since: Jan, 2001
#1279: Aug 16th 2011 at 10:41:12 PM

"I'll use Michael Jackson." said Stephen. "Now, normally we just find that what you're calling Obliterate creates a grappling hook... What are their actual names, anyway?"

Bindlestick Aww, son of a bitch from Mad Hole, country of the Screamers Since: Feb, 2011 Relationship Status: Anime is my true love
Aww, son of a bitch
#1280: Aug 16th 2011 at 10:51:07 PM

Jason could do nothing but stare slack jawed at Reid as he seemed to ramble on and on nonsensically. He weighed his options. On the one hand, he could run far, far away and hopefull never see him again. On the other hand, he could do his part as a law-abiding citizen and go along with the boy's offer in the hopes that he could find out more about whatever weird drug-cult he was a part of and help the police crack down on it.

Besides, he always had that length of chain in the trunk of his car if things went sour. "Excuse me for a moment. I... need to think this over." He rushed back to his car and looked in the trunk. Yep. Chain was still there. "Alright. Tell me more about this." In all honesty, he knew what he was doing was likely to get him murdered. But still, there was something about Reid that said 'Trust this dude'. It may not have been Reid, actually.

Besides, he still had that length of chain. And a computer to type his will on.

"You have more than enough potential. So tell me what is the one wish that would make your soul gem shine." -Mitt Romney, probably
Suttungr Clueless Slacker from Right here, dood. (Don’t ask) Relationship Status: Maxing my social links
Clueless Slacker
#1281: Aug 16th 2011 at 10:59:22 PM

"You mean the characters, right?"

DOOD!!!
lightdarkhero250 Quad Optometrist from Somewhere Since: Oct, 2009 Relationship Status: I'm just a poor boy, nobody loves me
#1282: Aug 16th 2011 at 11:11:48 PM

Oh. Well, right now you're probably not awakened so you think I'm crazy at the moment but all we need to do is go somewhere where the monsters are and then you'll maybe form your Persona fully. Or die. At least, if I wasn't here, you'd maybe die. Well, really it would depend on how many there are, because, if there's alot, then I'll probably die too." He continued on about death and other things that would make more sane people run in the first second.

"So, let's go to the p-" The teen fell silent. He felt something. They were right next to an out-of-use warehouse, so, he suspected as much.

"...Or. Stay right here. You two ready? I think we have good enough numbers. At least, I hope." Reid then looked around for an appropriate weapon, seeing as he usually left his mission things in his trash can. He luckily found a thin, metal bar just lying on the sidewalk.

I'm a ghost, you didn't see me.
Bindlestick Aww, son of a bitch from Mad Hole, country of the Screamers Since: Feb, 2011 Relationship Status: Anime is my true love
Aww, son of a bitch
#1283: Aug 16th 2011 at 11:24:11 PM

"Riiiiight." Jason shuffled a few feet away from Reid and tried not to make his massive discomfort obvious. He wasn't doing a very good job. Why am I even scared for my life? This is obviously some crazy kid's stupid LARP campaign and he wants me to be in it. And why am I even here?! I should be getting my car fixed and driving to my new appartment. Well, it might be kind of fun. He paused. He could've sworn he'd heard someone else speaking in his thoughts. Like one of those shoulder angels you saw in old cartoons. Only not on his shoulder and invisible.

Jason shook his head and glanced back at Reid. Yeah, he seemed to be taking it pretty casually. Probably just a stupid game. No secret cults or mental institutions here, no sir.

edited 16th Aug '11 11:26:16 PM by Bindlestick

"You have more than enough potential. So tell me what is the one wish that would make your soul gem shine." -Mitt Romney, probably
ckretaznman Since: Jul, 2009
#1284: Aug 17th 2011 at 1:28:35 AM

Sometime ago, in a building located at Detroit.

Three people, probably in their 20s-30s stood in the hallways of polished wood and grandeur all around. They stood outside the guarded doors of what one could assume housed the leading man. After some time, a raspy and deep voice came from the other side, inviting the three. The guards opened their respective doors to let the three adults inside.

"Hey, Boss! We got him!" The one from the left called out as they came into a brightly lit office that was only occupied by many seemingly prized possessions that only the wealthy could afford and one old man watching Animal Planet on his television, his back towards the group.

The television flickered into blackness and the old man turned to his conversationalists. Looking around the three, he asked, "Where is he?" Lefty, flinched backwards when he heard the doors behind him shut.

"He's here..." The man on the right started. "...and there, and there." The three snickered for a few seconds before breaking their comedy routine; the boss did not look amused.

"...Did I not tell you to bring him to me...?" the old man, with his elbows on the desk, wrapped knitted his fingers across each other; hiding his mouth.

Righty stepped back, leaving the middle man to answer the question, "Uh... You said to go get him and we did. We got him to the gra—"

"—You do not misinterpret what I order you to do." Middleman jumped back to apparently rejoin his friends. "I needed him alive; he had information that was going to put our business over everyone else. He hid something from us that could have helped us win the war." He sighed, "Now he's gone. You at least have the body, correct?"

The three bowed their heads, "...We so sorry, Boss. I thought we didn't need no body..."

"Why did I ever think to hire you people to do a professional's job?" The old man began to rub his forehead. "We kidnapped him, then he broke out, and after I told you to bring him to me, you kill him."

"Um... Don?"

"Don't ever call me that," he snapped back.

"Uh. We actually got something before we blew him up..." With that said, the boss began to look intrigued again. "Uh. He had a laptop and we got that from his house before we got him...?"

The boss asked a rather obvious question, "Where is this laptop?" He placed his hands upon his armrests.

"It's in the car, with his coat." Righty spoke with confidence.

"Why would you take his coat, too?" Another obvious question.

Lefty responded this time, "We need proof that we got the right guy." The old man rolled his right fingers under the armrest.

The don then took a deep breath, "Go get the laptop and then we'll see if you get a reward." He smiled as the doors opened again with coincidental timing.

ckretaznman Since: Jul, 2009
#1285: Aug 17th 2011 at 1:57:48 AM

The three walked out of the room and headed towards their car. As requested by the boss, the group was escorted by two other employees.

As they neared the Cadillac, Lefty and Righty suddenly ran towards and slammed the escorts. The middle man ran to the car. The car started and it backed out of its parkway towards the brawl.

"No way in hell we gonna die here!" Lefty yelled as he punched one of the escorts on the ground.

Righty wasn't having such a fun time, though; he was unfortunately kicked in the genitals. A few moments worth of pain bought the escort enough time to pull out his pistol and take a few shots at Righty's chest. He fell down.

"Guildenstern!" Lefty yelled and launched toward the gunman, also being distracted.

The driver snatched a shotgun from the ... shotgun seat ... and opened the door, while he was still driving. He pulled the trigger once and the recoil jolted his left hand to the roof of the car, hitting the gunman but only enough to incapacitate him.

Lefty still launching himself at the gunman, began to brutally beat the downed escort. "He was my friend, you bast—" Then he got shot in the head. The original escort Lefty fought with was rising once more, with his own pistol in tow.

The driver screamed out, "Rosencrantz!" This time, he put the car on brake as he held the shotgun with both of his hands, easily shooting down the other escort; while breaking a few of the car's windows.

Hearing the footsteps of other employees, probably to figure out what was going on, he lamented his situation, "Damn it!" The middle man then released the break, placed the switch to D-mode, and drove off quickly out of the parking lot.

The employees finally came to the scene, the incapacitated man placed himself in the shotgun seat in the car and ordered the others to start driving.

FergardStratoavis A Fluff Ringer from Bellveins (Troper Knight) Relationship Status: A gay little love melody
A Fluff Ringer
#1286: Aug 17th 2011 at 2:15:20 AM

Casper smiled, seeing other man's unbelief. He, unlike the driver, knew what was going on. "Warehouse, you say?" He murmured, looking at the abandoned building and smiled, showing sharp teeth resembling more of a beast than a human. "Now you get me interested, kid. I'm in." He adjusted his glasses with graceful move and brushed his coat backwards, displaying something that could be named some weird crossover between machete, cleaver and billhook. The blade was slightly shorter then his torso's length, flat and wide, with one spike at the end of the weapon. It still had traces of blood on it, although the gore was pretty old, resembling some gross variation of carapace. "By the way, would it be a problem if I ask about your names, gentlemen? It appears we're know the comrades in arms."

Taco Since: Jan, 2001
#1287: Aug 17th 2011 at 6:36:21 AM

"Yeah, the characters." said Stephen, as the round started. Some more over-the-top Japanese announcements declared what was presumably the start of the duel, and then the game started. "The characters also say stuff in the fights."

Bindlestick Aww, son of a bitch from Mad Hole, country of the Screamers Since: Feb, 2011 Relationship Status: Anime is my true love
Aww, son of a bitch
#1288: Aug 17th 2011 at 1:54:09 PM

Jason stared at Casper. Reid may not have been crazy or on drugs, but this guy was for sure. There was just something really unsettling about the way he oh shit he had a knife. Not a fake, foam knife either. In fact, calling that thing a knife would be an insult. It looked like it could skin a whole bear in a single swing.

Jason scooted further away fromthe man.

"You have more than enough potential. So tell me what is the one wish that would make your soul gem shine." -Mitt Romney, probably
FergardStratoavis A Fluff Ringer from Bellveins (Troper Knight) Relationship Status: A gay little love melody
A Fluff Ringer
#1289: Aug 17th 2011 at 2:17:55 PM

"Oh, sorry." Casper retorted somewhat embarassed, hiding the cleaver back. "Didn't mean to scare you, mister. It's just... Heh, interesting. The thrill of an adventure and a possibility to actually go in there and fight the darkness... But enough of the cheesy quotes." Stratoavis turned into the direction of the warehouse. "Shall we?"

ckretaznman Since: Jul, 2009
#1290: Aug 17th 2011 at 6:01:38 PM

Sometime later that night, at the Detroit Police Department...

A group of officers conversed with each other. "Dude was goin' over a hundred in a seventy-five mile zone," one of the workers said, "I got him before he got past Downing. And you know what he tells me?" The DPD waited for a moment before continuing. "He tells me to take him and he gives me his laptop and jacket. He said somethin' about the two solvin' some feud. Well, he was right to tell me to take him 'cause he had some LSD in the shotgun seat."

"Damn..." Nodded another officer. "That's totally rad, yo."

Another twisted his head around, to apparently get a mapping of the office, before turning back and saying, "Hey, you still got some of that stuff?" The rest laughed at the joke and the one who told it seemed dumbfounded at first before finding the humor that he just laid down.

"Anyway. He says that the laptop was a gang leader's PC, bu—" a hand leaned upon the speaker's shoulder. Turning around, he saw an old and large man accompanied by a young woman who did not have the same attire as the others. "Oh, sir! Hey there! What's up, sir!? Need anything done, sir!?"

"Why yes, Tucker. Miss Rork, here, wants to know more about your case there." Tucker started to look confu— "The one about the speeding LSD driver."

"Sir, yes sir!" Tucker then motioned for the woman to follow along before entering his cubicle. "Hey... It's Rork, right?" He seemed a bit excited and anxious ... and also a bit happy.

Her antithesis was to be bored and nonchalant, "Yes, it is. I'll need you to get the records on the driver's license plate and his identity."

"Aight. I do anythin' for a smokin' lady like you," he nodded to himself.

She cocked her eyebrow, "What did you just say to me?"

"Y'know, I'm free tomorrow night. If you and me have a good time, then I might let do something fun with... They call me the Ultra Piston, y'know? Bowchickabowwow."

Miss Rork took a rather deep breath, "I hope you know that we aren't in a porno and you will never get to see the light of day if you hit on me one ... more ... time." That shook Tucker a little. "Just do what your told."

"Aight, aight. Don't get your panties in a bunch, I'll get it to ya." He resumed his work.

Rork calmed down after a few minutes. "Where is he now?"

Not looking up, he responded, "I put him in one of the cells over there. The name's Kiddy Cunningham and it's the one that looks like shit. His license plate is XF 0658."

"Good, scan the plate and the ID. See if either has gotten into trouble before," she ordered before she left to the jail cells.

lightdarkhero250 Quad Optometrist from Somewhere Since: Oct, 2009 Relationship Status: I'm just a poor boy, nobody loves me
#1291: Aug 17th 2011 at 6:12:33 PM

"Name's Reid. I don't think this is going to be too long. There might be alot though, so, stick close...

The warehouse door was fortunately not locked, or boarded up, or any of those other usual, realistic occurrences that would block entry from a building no longer in use.

The moment Reid entered, it would seem that he was engulfed by darkness, completely disappearing into the interior of the abandoned warehouse.

In reality, he had crossed over to another side, a side the two following him would immediately see the moment they entered.

"..."

Once the two hopefully stepped in, they would notice how their surroundings, instead of being completely dark and obfuscating, as the building would've appeared to be from the exterior, everything would bathed in grimy red light.

Though, before that, they would probably notice a rather large amount of floating, dolphin-shaped creatures taking up much of the singular room.

"That's alot of fish." The teen stated with a slight expression of actual surprise for once.

I'm a ghost, you didn't see me.
Taco Since: Jan, 2001
#1292: Aug 17th 2011 at 6:19:35 PM

Kash was in a bad, bad mood. The thing in his head wouldn't stop giggling, and that prostitute on the corner was suddenly looking real inviting. The exposed jugular, the nice, curved legs with exposed achilles' tendons...

HAA HEE HOO HOO HOO HEE HAA!!!

Jack leaned against a wall a few feet away, looked away, and beckoned towards the prostitute. He tossed her a fifty dollar bill. "Red sedan, honey." She climbed in next to him, and they drove to a seedy hotel, Kash seething with rage and irritation. As they rented out the room, she tried to lean on him, only for him to shove her off. He led her to the room, and shut the door.

"Ziodyne."

Bindlestick Aww, son of a bitch from Mad Hole, country of the Screamers Since: Feb, 2011 Relationship Status: Anime is my true love
Aww, son of a bitch
#1293: Aug 17th 2011 at 6:49:18 PM

"J...Jason." He held up a finger. "Hold on." he dashed back to his car and quickly returned, chain now slung over his shoulder. He followed Reid into the warehouse. He then immediately stopped as he caught sight of the levitating dolphin-creatures. His jaw nearly hit the floor. Whatthefuckwhatthefuckwhatthefuckwhatthefuckwhatthefuck

edited 17th Aug '11 6:49:28 PM by Bindlestick

"You have more than enough potential. So tell me what is the one wish that would make your soul gem shine." -Mitt Romney, probably
lightdarkhero250 Quad Optometrist from Somewhere Since: Oct, 2009 Relationship Status: I'm just a poor boy, nobody loves me
#1294: Aug 17th 2011 at 7:23:01 PM

"...Jack The Ripper." Kash would hear an all-too familiar voice coming from behind him.

Fey appeared, silently, out of thin air.

"The legend of an infamous serial killer spanning from 1888." She smiled, disturbingly calm in spite of the newly charred flesh now lying on the floor. She quietly sat on the bed.

"His victims were all female. Usually prostitutes. Found with multiple stab wounds, and, in some cases, missing organs."

"The interesting part? There's only 5 murders they could accurately pin on him. The rest? It's a mystery. Whether it be that there were copycats, hoping to get away with wanton murder through local gossip of the era, or maybe he was really the shadowy, suave figure, massacring those who walked the night. It is unknown to this day."

"It's only fitting that a real murder became so popular, he has indeed formed into a mythological figure of sorts. One that has successfully formed in your soul. Has become a part of it...or, maybe, overtaking it? Tell me. How does it make you feel? Who is the one in control? Who committed this murder? Was it Kash? Or Jack?" She asked, intrigued.

I'm a ghost, you didn't see me.
Taco Since: Jan, 2001
#1295: Aug 17th 2011 at 7:35:16 PM

Kash looked up at Fey with tortured, broken eyes. "Woman... what did you do to me?! The voice will not stop, the voice is unceasing. You made me break my one rule, I killed for sport. You will pay for this!! ZIO!!" He fired a lightning bolt at Fey.

ckretaznman Since: Jul, 2009
#1296: Aug 17th 2011 at 7:37:12 PM

A young man, in his 20s-30s, was hugging himself inside of a prison cell. A young woman walked to his current domain.

"Hello, Kiddy. My name is Rork and I'm a private detective doing 'research' on the gangs and mobs in this area, I want you to tell me about what happened?" Kiddy looked up to the woman, she didn't seem particularly threatening. "Before you want to deny anything or ask for a lawyer; one, you've been already given a chance to do so before and two, your LSD problem is not what we're here for. Having a lawyer would only make things complicated and it seems you're almost out of time anyways. So spill whatever beans that you have before you get offed."

"All right! All right!" He's breaking down. "I'll tell you anything, just please save me!"

Rork rolled her eyes, "All I can tell you is that I can let you die peacefully instead of having gangsters or whatever beat you to death. Just get to your point already."

Kiddy thought for a moment before nodding. Ending his tantrum. She surmised that that was rather easy.

She asked again, "So, what happened?"

"Um. The don, he told me and my buddies to kill a gang boss." She took out a notepad. "We, uh, did it and then we told the don, but the don, uh, said we were supposed to bring him to the don. Now, um, he's got a hit on us and he already got my buddies."

"So... Where does the notebook and longcoat go into all this?"

Kiddy looked up, confused. "...?"

After a sigh, Rork reconstructed, "Where did the laptop and jacket come from?"

"Oh... That was from the gangster we blew up. Um, we thought it was going to be important. The laptop had info and the jacket was proof that we got the guy."

She wrote in on her notepad. "I see. The Declining Group's leader was thought to be wearing a longcoat. Anyway, how did you find the leader anyway?"

"Um. We found one of the cars owned by the don's employees. It was near a town called ... uh ... I don't remember. It was, um, in Ohio though."

"So you found him and then did the hit," Rork summarized.

"But, uh, then the don tried to kill us and I got away, but it looks like it won't help. There're people here working for the don and other leads. They'll kill the both of us for knowing too much."

"Good luck with that." She finished taking her notes and placed it back in her pocket. "One last thing: Who is the don?"

"I, uh, don't want to say."

She said rather seductively, "You might as well tell every secret you got."

"I, um, think it was ... Harry, uh, Lemon."

"Thanks, and may you peacefully die." She reached inside of the cell for his hand. He hesitated first but decided it was for the best.

The private detective then left.

In the hands of the prisoner was a small amount of powder. Kiddy sprinkled it onto his arm and he sniffed it smiling as he fell down and his body organs shut down.

lightdarkhero250 Quad Optometrist from Somewhere Since: Oct, 2009 Relationship Status: I'm just a poor boy, nobody loves me
#1297: Aug 17th 2011 at 8:08:03 PM

Fey unflinchingly took the hit with little to no visible damage. Instead, she looked curious.

"Oh? You blame it on me? Don't make excuses. I unlocked what was inside of you, what was already part of you. You know this desire was inside of you from the beginning. Every time you have killed, didn't you hunger for more? Well, I've given you the ability for more." She slowly got up.

"But, don't worry. I know you're grateful. After all, you couldn't even bare to use your full strength on me. From your heart, you realize you owe me your life. I am a benevolent goddess." She lightly walked over, reaching for his shoulder.

"So, admit it. Say you are sorry for cursing me. Say that you are grateful." her smile widened.

I'm a ghost, you didn't see me.
ckretaznman Since: Jul, 2009
#1298: Aug 17th 2011 at 8:16:12 PM

"Iocane powder still works like charm," Rork said as she away from the department head's office room.

"Tucker, what do you have?"

"Aight. A warrant was goin 'round for the car around Ohio. The warrant was issued in Fairview and it looks like an hit that went kabboom!" He said in his most professional way possible, handing her a few documents in the process. "Here's the laptop and coat." He had those too. "You really think the guy is lyin' about these? I mean the laptop won't even let us log in. The password program's gonna fry the hard-drive if you don't figure out what the code is in four tries."

Rork accepted the gift, "'Try again. Fail again. Fail better.' Thank you, and yes, those are just words coming from an idiot who wants attention. Your boss gave me the OK on taking them anyways. Also, you should stop being so misogynistic."

"What's that babe?" He was about to put an arm around her shoulder.

She retaliated to his question by giving a not so gentle kick to his male genital regions, "Don't demean women." With that, she left.

edited 17th Aug '11 9:45:25 PM by ckretaznman

Suttungr Clueless Slacker from Right here, dood. (Don’t ask) Relationship Status: Maxing my social links
Clueless Slacker
#1299: Aug 17th 2011 at 8:43:19 PM

"My character is Rachel Valentine... funny thing is, this game was... not quite stolen, but very heavily inspired by Blaz Blue. There were a few accusations of plagiarism until they found out that there are significant differences in the movesets." Saito paused to command his character to throw a spray of ice arrows, proving his point. "Yours is... Kazuma something. Probably the least changed from his inspiration, really. Less... what would you call it... successful? No, not that... I do not know how to put it, but he does not get away with quite so much as Terumi."

"Anyway, the dialogue is mostly their attacks' names, but... well, some of the characters really do not like each other."

edited 17th Aug '11 9:14:38 PM by Suttungr

DOOD!!!
Taco Since: Jan, 2001
#1300: Aug 17th 2011 at 8:48:29 PM

Stephen shot a grappling hook at Saito's character, then swung to behind her, where he proceeded to hammer on the light attack button. "Yeah, I heard that japan and china have a whole knockoff industry. I mean, it "Fell Off the Back of a Truck" and all..."


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