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by Wazat » Thu Feb 03, 2005 4:09 pm
* Wazat conducts a simple experiment
Wazat (in very convincing science-like lab coat): As you can see, when exposed to static electricity...
*bzzzt*
*audience gasps*
Wazat: ...the shambler puffs up like a fluffy kitten fresh from the dryer.
*shambler hides his face*
Shambler: Don't look at me! Don't look at meeeeee!
Wazat: As you can see, ladies and gentlemen, the ID software team has lied to us all. Shamblers are FLUFFY, CUDDLY, and they like chic-flicks!
Wazat (in very convincing science-like lab coat): As you can see, when exposed to static electricity...
*bzzzt*
*audience gasps*
Wazat: ...the shambler puffs up like a fluffy kitten fresh from the dryer.
*shambler hides his face*
Shambler: Don't look at me! Don't look at meeeeee!
Wazat: As you can see, ladies and gentlemen, the ID software team has lied to us all. Shamblers are FLUFFY, CUDDLY, and they like chic-flicks!
When my computer inevitably explodes and kills me, my cat inherits everything I own. He may be the only one capable of continuing my work.
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by scar3crow » Thu Feb 03, 2005 7:18 pm
Harb, Wazat; thanks... its rather hacky to me, but i felt like typing since i was bored at work
Mauve; yours is very cool... neat that you specified a specific shambler, though, no... hes not furry at all to me (though definitely not pale skin.... its more of a matted flesh with non-skin qualities... definitely a weather protectant. but not furry, or fuzzy)
if something else comes to mind ill see how it gibs out and post it on here later
Mauve; yours is very cool... neat that you specified a specific shambler, though, no... hes not furry at all to me (though definitely not pale skin.... its more of a matted flesh with non-skin qualities... definitely a weather protectant. but not furry, or fuzzy)
if something else comes to mind ill see how it gibs out and post it on here later
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by Harb » Fri Feb 04, 2005 1:43 pm
Here's a Lovecraft-type piece:
***
Uncounted horrors lay slain behind me as I pushed the arcane alloyed doors apart and entered his seat of power.
Enemies assailed me, fanatical gibbering half-things with the dried blood of a dozen gruesome meals spattered around maws filled with teeth and shadow.
I was ready for them, unleashing the dead magics of the void I caused the very stones of the final tower to shiver in their sockets, moving for the first time since their first enshrining in unknowable aeons past. Perhaps it was the first time they had shifted postion in all time, and they had sprung into existance full-formed with the inception of reality itself, I know not.
With a deep crack, the final tower twisted on foundations long turned to living earth, and hairline fissures opened up across the enpaved floor of the vaulted sanctuary.
As the first creature leapt for me, lightning sprank from the unseen sky, arcing through the tall windows and filling the space with a weird play of shadows and light that gave life to every mouldering crevice. The fiend was torn asunder, its form burning up so rapidly that all of its mass to reach my location was a torrent of ash, burning cinders in my eyes.
I ignored the pain and struck again, rending the skin from a shambler in clumps of matted fur drenched in the blood of its own genesis.
The final minion fell with a dozen nails driven deep into its wattled stump of a neck, gripping my boot in a final effort to defend its master. With a curse I sent it's spirit into the nether and moved slowly towards a raised platform and the dais which lay supine upon it, the final defence nothing more than a tattered curtain.
"I have fought you for years"
I holstered my gun.
"Always in the form of acolytes and slaves"
Unslung my axe.
"I have learned much"
A shimmer of manifest electricity swam over the blade of my notched weapon. The tower uttered a second gutteral sound of stone drawn against stone.
"I come to kill you"
I drew the curtain aside, and looked upon Quake, lord of the broken realms.
The throne was coated with black ichor, overlaid with the washed blood of an unnaturally extended lifetime's worth of innocents sacrificed upon the greatest of all unholy altars. Atop the stained chair lay the dessicated bones of a man sized form, skull abnormally distended by vast intellect or diseased growth, leathery skin long since taken by vermin.
"You cannot kill me Phil"
I turned, and looked into the eyes of a hale and kindly human, the first I had seen in many years.
"I escaped the perils of a mortal life many moons before your kind rose against me, soldier of Earth"
His words were true, I knew it instantly. I swept the gnawed relics from the great chair and sat upon it.
"Long have I searched for a champion to lead my armies upon the field of battle. Each time I find one, sooner or later his power wanes and dies. Perhaps you, of all beings could become my emmisary. Let my spirit enter you willingly and you shall know hope, pleasure and security by my side"
"I cannot kill you"
"No. That task is beyond even myself"
I was silent for a time, perhaps seconds or perhaps millennia, stars wheeling overhead forming unfamiliar patterns in the void. I spoke again with a voice dry and tortured.
"If I cannot kill you, then I shall take your Empire from beneath you. You will be a shadow in the wind wailing for all that you have lost until the end of all things"
The man gently smiled.
"My realm streches across distances and dimention spaces beyond any understanding. This land to which you have laid waste is just a small outpost in a web of power that extends beyond the borders of all known space"
He pointed towards the windows and the half-seen night beyond.
"Should you stand upon the surface of the furthest sun visible in the sky, having touched upon each world between here and there in their infinite variety and multitude, you would still have seen nothing that could prepare you to comprehend the extent of my nation"
Somewhere in the hills beneath the tower, a voice began to wail in unholy prayer, soon joined by a multitudinous chorus beyond counting.
I looked at him one last time as I returned to my feet, unholstered my gun and walked out of the throne room.
***
Edit: Shamblers are furry.
***
Uncounted horrors lay slain behind me as I pushed the arcane alloyed doors apart and entered his seat of power.
Enemies assailed me, fanatical gibbering half-things with the dried blood of a dozen gruesome meals spattered around maws filled with teeth and shadow.
I was ready for them, unleashing the dead magics of the void I caused the very stones of the final tower to shiver in their sockets, moving for the first time since their first enshrining in unknowable aeons past. Perhaps it was the first time they had shifted postion in all time, and they had sprung into existance full-formed with the inception of reality itself, I know not.
With a deep crack, the final tower twisted on foundations long turned to living earth, and hairline fissures opened up across the enpaved floor of the vaulted sanctuary.
As the first creature leapt for me, lightning sprank from the unseen sky, arcing through the tall windows and filling the space with a weird play of shadows and light that gave life to every mouldering crevice. The fiend was torn asunder, its form burning up so rapidly that all of its mass to reach my location was a torrent of ash, burning cinders in my eyes.
I ignored the pain and struck again, rending the skin from a shambler in clumps of matted fur drenched in the blood of its own genesis.
The final minion fell with a dozen nails driven deep into its wattled stump of a neck, gripping my boot in a final effort to defend its master. With a curse I sent it's spirit into the nether and moved slowly towards a raised platform and the dais which lay supine upon it, the final defence nothing more than a tattered curtain.
"I have fought you for years"
I holstered my gun.
"Always in the form of acolytes and slaves"
Unslung my axe.
"I have learned much"
A shimmer of manifest electricity swam over the blade of my notched weapon. The tower uttered a second gutteral sound of stone drawn against stone.
"I come to kill you"
I drew the curtain aside, and looked upon Quake, lord of the broken realms.
The throne was coated with black ichor, overlaid with the washed blood of an unnaturally extended lifetime's worth of innocents sacrificed upon the greatest of all unholy altars. Atop the stained chair lay the dessicated bones of a man sized form, skull abnormally distended by vast intellect or diseased growth, leathery skin long since taken by vermin.
"You cannot kill me Phil"
I turned, and looked into the eyes of a hale and kindly human, the first I had seen in many years.
"I escaped the perils of a mortal life many moons before your kind rose against me, soldier of Earth"
His words were true, I knew it instantly. I swept the gnawed relics from the great chair and sat upon it.
"Long have I searched for a champion to lead my armies upon the field of battle. Each time I find one, sooner or later his power wanes and dies. Perhaps you, of all beings could become my emmisary. Let my spirit enter you willingly and you shall know hope, pleasure and security by my side"
"I cannot kill you"
"No. That task is beyond even myself"
I was silent for a time, perhaps seconds or perhaps millennia, stars wheeling overhead forming unfamiliar patterns in the void. I spoke again with a voice dry and tortured.
"If I cannot kill you, then I shall take your Empire from beneath you. You will be a shadow in the wind wailing for all that you have lost until the end of all things"
The man gently smiled.
"My realm streches across distances and dimention spaces beyond any understanding. This land to which you have laid waste is just a small outpost in a web of power that extends beyond the borders of all known space"
He pointed towards the windows and the half-seen night beyond.
"Should you stand upon the surface of the furthest sun visible in the sky, having touched upon each world between here and there in their infinite variety and multitude, you would still have seen nothing that could prepare you to comprehend the extent of my nation"
Somewhere in the hills beneath the tower, a voice began to wail in unholy prayer, soon joined by a multitudinous chorus beyond counting.
I looked at him one last time as I returned to my feet, unholstered my gun and walked out of the throne room.
***
Edit: Shamblers are furry.
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