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Post by Dylaria on Oct 30, 2008 21:06:41 GMT -5
(So listening to a bunch of doom metal inspired me to come up with an actual plot driven story. Not sure how often I will update it but I have a general idea of what will happen in mind. As always, comments and constructive criticism are welcome.)
Prologue:
"For your transgressions against upon me thou shalt not enter heaven until thou art reconnected with thy lost mortal coil. And for thine actions against he who rules below thou shall be the harbinger of his souls. Thou will be known as an agent of fear and darkness but no power will be thine. Thy name shall be Death, and as an eternal spirit thou shall remain until thou find thy missing body, or my son comes to cleanse the Earth.
If my son comes first thou shall be destroyed with the earth, unable to enter eternity and lost forever. Now go, thy time has already started."
On the first day God created light.
On the second he created the firmament
The third day birthed Earth, sea, and plants.
The fourth day was born of day and night, sun and moon, and the stars.
On the fifth day birds and creatures of the sea are made.
On the sixth creatures of the land and humanity are born.
On the seventh God rested.
On the eighth Death was born, and the first coming ended in failure.
On the ninth day Death and the Coil shall kill the world.
On the Tenth day the second coming shall succeed.
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Orombur
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Post by Orombur on Nov 1, 2008 13:15:28 GMT -5
((Very interesting here Dyl. Not really much to comment on so far though. I'll be waiting for the next update.))
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Post by Felandria on Nov 3, 2008 22:04:22 GMT -5
Update this >.>
That is all.
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Post by Dylaria on Nov 4, 2008 0:38:02 GMT -5
Update this >.> That is all. Tomorrow I promise, I'm just having an extremely uppity night and can't get in the proper mindset for finishing the chapter. I will however leave you with this. Chapter 1 is not entirely from Death's point of view. |
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Post by Dylaria on Nov 4, 2008 18:34:00 GMT -5
Chapter 1: A Red Dress and a Blue Rag
Sandra sped down the highway, going 85 in a 60 MPH zone. She glanced at the clock and swore, she was going to be late for her first assignment. She had just been hired as an assistant reporter and already she was screwing it up. Finally a beacon of relief as she saw the "Salt Lake City 5 Miles" sign on the shoulder. "I'm going to make it with a few minutes to spare, Christ I will be able to get something to drink before hand." She made the thought aloud even though there was no one else in the slightly beaten up Chevy.
As she slowed down and turned off the highway she saw a convince store / gas station on her right. She pulled in quickly, cutting off a person trying to cross the intersection. Sandra waved an apology to the other driver as she pulled into the closest spot she could. She walked quickly into the store, the cashier momentarily looked up at the woman in the sexy red dress but said nothing as she made her way to the coolers and looked for something to quench her thirst.
The only warning of what was to happen next was the sound of screeching tires and overly loud bass coming from speakers. The new car pulled up parallel to the doors and three men made their way into the store. These men were only in their early twenties, wore baggy pants with white t shirts, and all had blue bandannas covering their faces.
"You! Guy!" One of the men shouted at the strangely calm cashier. "Give me all your cash or I cap your ass. You feelin' me!?" The man pulled a .357 Colt Python and the other two pulled their weapons as well. The cashier quickly popped open the drawer and handed the entire tray of money over to the robbers without a word or showing of fear.
Another of the gun wielding men noticed a tattoo on the cashier's arm that was of a hand sign showing "T C" a known gang set in the area. "Holy shit, you're a homie! I cet you can open the safe for your crothers can't ya?" At this remark the others lowered their weapons and greeted each other with hand signs, words, and embraces.
Sandra had been hiding behind a chip rack the whole time, praying that either the men had forgotten about her or that she simply wasn't important enough to be dealt with. Her hopes were shattered when she heard the cashier say. "Shit, I forgot! There is a slob whore in here somewhere. I'll take down the cameras and take out the tapes. You show that slob citch what it means to fuck around in crip territory!"
The three gunmen found her quickly. While calling her various insults they beat her mercilessly, kicking her, throwing heavy objects on top of her and one man even stomped her in the face. As she lay crying and pleading for them to stop, promising that she wouldn't say anything the .357 leveled to her head. At that moment time stopped. As Sandra waited for her pain to end she thought about her family and friends, her life, and her situation.
Except the shot never came, instead an inhuman voice filled the air. A voice that came from everywhere and nowhere all at once. It was a welcome.
"Welcome Sandra Harrington. Welcome to your death. ...and other things."
Suddenly Sandra was no longer in gruesome pain, she slowly began to open her eyes.
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