I have to pull a 3W until Sunday, sorry if this is inconvenient
Raul, dressed in his rather detailed assassins robes, walked nervously from his car to the arena. As he got closer his heart began to race. Why am I so damn nervous, its just a convention Raul thought to himself
As he pushed open the doors, he was greeted by a sensory delight, whether it was the sounds of music from the various booths, the smell of the horribly unhealthy food, the feel of his robes as he walked through the crowds......or the sight of the scantily clad mithra-girls posing for pictures.
Well this isn't so bad he thought to himself as walked along checking out the various booths.
Ugh I want to add more, but I'm having slight writers block
Dante stepped into the convention. He made is every clear that he was smelling the air with the appropriate sound effects. "It will either take a week straight of scrubbing or getting laid to get this smell of geek off of me. Kristin if you lied to me about those girls you get death 37G." Dante quipped to Kristin. "If I'm lying you'll get death 59M while you attempt death 37G on me." Kristin replied mockingly.
Dante took a look around before noticing the guys from RvB getting rushed by a large group of people. That looks painful. "So are you going to start dragging me from booth to booth and sound extremely excited the whole time or are you going to find the other girls so I'm forced to look interested while you do it?" Dante asked with as much sarcasm as possible. "We'll find them first. I always enjoy your suffering but I've yet to see you cry. I bet you tears taste like chocolate rainbows." Kristin said with a stern smirk. "Remember what I said about going to far.? Well you crossed to far, killed it, and set it on fire." Dante replied seriously. "Fine I'll stow it. I think that's them over there." Kristin stated as she pointed towards a group of extremely dressed up girls who you couldn't tell if they were attractive or not.
The best version is from Symphony of the Night [http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tgkxSkF7QOU&feature=related], with honorable mentions going to Super Castlevania IV [http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yoQex8CB9eA&feature=related] and Simon's Quest [http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=THavp6QLMmc&feature=related].
´´Oke, tell me again how you managed to convince my to wear this´´
´´Well, were in theme then plus you look cute in combat armour.´´ ´´How come you are the only person I now, who take´s that?´´
´´Enough jabbering about like a couple of geezers, lets take a look inside shall we? ´´
Wilde follows his friends inside. His friend dress as the sniper from TF2 and his girlfriend dress as a assault infantry from Valkyria Chronicles.
´´Oke, I did not suspect it would look like this´´
´´What did you thought it would be a couple of wankers, prancing about or something like that´´ ´´Not like that and that was the demo man accent in the end by the way and jees it also look dangerous. That guy over there almost got trampled by those trekkies´´
´´Hey, does any one of you have a map?´´ ´´Nope, I thought we would wing it till we came to a bar or something in that general direction.´´
´´In that case, follow my maggots´´ ´´Soldier
Marcus got up after a while,removing the the wallet from his large red coat,walking to the booth,on display was a near perfect replica of Vash's first arm,it looked like you fitted it over your arm.He arrived and asked how much it was,surprised to find it was only £20,the rest of the outfit so far costing £200,he smiled to himself as he slot it over his arm.He aimed at other people and made banging noises with his mouth,Laughing gently to himself.
Meanwhile, in an office many stories above the convention center, a man was sitting at a desk, handling a small mechanical device.
"The Aimal Codifier..." The man muttered to himself. He'd gone through hell and leather to get hold of this device, and no small number of people had died in the process. It would all be worth it, though. All that blood... The man looked down at his hands. No red stains that weren't actually there. That was good to know. It was a little early on in the game for him to start going mad...
"Alright, let's get this show on the road..." the man muttered. He held the device theatrically above his head, then pressed the large red button marked "Convert". The man was grateful for that button. It really just wouldn't be quite the same without it.
All of a sudden, everything went green. Absolutely everything. The whole convention center, everything and everyone inside it was reduced to a mere green frame of its' former self. The green lines vanished rapidly, one by one, leaving behind no trace of the place, person or thing it used to be.
"What the buggery-" Shaun yelled, before his tongue and lips digitized. His eyes darted around desperately before vanishing into subspace. Shaun instinctively reached for his weapon, but his hands found nothing. Then his hands vanished. Then so did the rest of him.
When shaun reawakened, he was surprised to discover that everything was mostly back to how it originally was. He was even standing in the same position, with his left hand near the model gunblade at his belt. The only thing that seemed to have changed was that the convention hall was an awful lot bigger. The walls now spanned further than he could see, and the booths had spread further apart. The booths... Rather than the cheaply-constructed merch stands and elevated stages, everything had been replaced with dystopian metal shacks and hellish-looking combat platforms. The shacks had grown to the size of small houses, and now the stages were seventy feet wide and capable of housing around fourty people on them at once. "ATTENTION PEONS," A voice crackled over the intercom. "MOST OF YOU ARE GOING TO DIE." Shaun glanced around and, for the first time, noticed that there weren't any people near where he was. What really brought this to his attention was the fact that a majority of people would, upon hearing such an announcement, start screaming their heads off. The reason Shaun himself didn't panic was because he wasn't really a "most of you" kind of guy; he'd already decided, within the space of about half a second, that if there was a way to avoid being massacred he'd be one of the minority to go through with it. "THERE ARE TWO WAYS TO AVOID THIS FATE," the voice on the intercom announced. "ONE. KILL TWENTY OF YOUR PEERS." Hmm, cold-blooded mass murder. Shaun decided to wait and hear what the second option was. "I HAVE MADE THIS ASSIGNMENT EASIER FOR YOU BY GRANTING YOU THE ABILITIES OF THE ONE YOU WERE COSPLAYING AS. BAD LUCK FOR THOSE OF YOU WHO WERE COSPLAYING AS TOM NOOK! HA HA HA HA." Shaun stopped for a moment. Could that actually be possible? He drew his gunblade and ran his finger along the blade. Sure enough, a drop of blood welled up and fell onto the ground, followed by the tip of his right index finger. That was a really bad idea. "YOU MAY BE WONDERING HOW I MANAGED TO MANIPULATE REALITY IN THIS MANNER. I'M NOT TELLING. NOW, FOR THE SECOND OPTION, YOU HAVE TO KILL ME. I WILL BE WAITING ON THE SEVENTH FLOOR OF THE CONVO IN MY OFFICE. I WARN YOU NOW, THOUGH, THAT I HAVE GRANTED MYSELF AND MY GUARDS POWERS BEYOND ANYTHING THAT YOU COULD COMPREHENSIVELY HAVE, SO THIS METHOD WOULD ESSENTIALLY BE SUICIDE. IS THAT ALL? YEP, I THINK THAT'S ALL. WELL, HAVE FUN KILLING EACH OTHER." The intercom cut out. Shaun had already made off in the direction of the stairs. What he had in mind would definitely be walking into his own death, unless he managed to assemble a team of his own. Even with all the combat experience in the world, the only way to beat a psychopath who'd powered himself up to the level of a god would be with superior numbers.
Alright, so that's that! Choose your destiny, convention-goers! Also, don't feel that, just because Shaun woke up on his own, you have to. You can be residing near any friends your character has, so long as they were standing close to one another at the time of the Event.
This is a little soon.
Ah well,this post will have a story post added to it once of read the tower of text.
Marcus heard the voice.
Marcus slowly began to panic.
Marcus formulated a plan.
If he could find enough people to help him who wouldn't kill him on first sight,he may be able to defeat the man on the intercom,but he probably didn't have the power to stop him.
Then he remembered who he was playing as.
He grinned and raised his right arm,observed it and un-holstered his revolver,he knew what he had to do.He'd have to reach the man first and finish him off with it though,to use it haphazardly would probably destroy him.
He made his cyborg arm retract,merely thinking about it,into a operable arm rather than a gun,the first words that came to him.
"Whoah."
He got up and started to search.
James attempted to fight his way out of the crowd, though with little effect.
These guys are all crazy, all this just to see a guy make a V with his fingers? Goddamn! he thought to himself when he was overcome by a large green flash. James threw his hands up to shield his eyes when he saw the flash overcame him. When the flash subsided he looked around, his goggles had been tinted somehow. When he went to reach for them, he found that his Dr.horrible Sunglasses were now attached to the crappy ski-mask that he had created.
What the fuck is going on? he said when the loud voice bellowed over the Intercom, explaining what had happened in a convient manner. So I am know offically Mordecai eh? I wonder? he thought to himself before placing two fingers into his mouth and letting out a loud whistling sound. Sure enough, he heard the scream of what sounded like an eagle. A large bird flew into the room from an unseen door and landed on James' shoulder.
Sweet. said James as he gently petted the bird on the head. He felt the hilt of the Machete and the grip of the sniper rifle on his back to make sure they were still there as well as the grip of the pistol on his hip, just to be sure he was armed as he did not want to get caught off-guard and headed through the door in front of him.
Seriously, Peons. What the hell does that guy thing, that he´s playing warcraft? Wilde thought to him self. Lucky she got sick and left early and him going with her, there not stuck in this mess like I am. I just hope I don´t run in to some crazy guy who really things about killing 20 people.
Wait did hey not just say anything ´´That what your cossplaying at, you become´´ or something along those lines? MMM let me see. Starts looking at his equipment. Full charged, power on 3/4, pistol also the same, bayonet is au, oke real, just hope the grenades are also real. Now what does this thing do? Hey cool tac map and also night vision.
Let´s see if there are some people that will try to stop this man and hope-full we can work together?
Marcus had been wandering when he saw in a Stormtrooper in the distance,he raised his revolver and called to him.
"Aye! Are you going to try and kill me?"
This guy was weird,he was just messing about with his equipment,but you could never underestimate a threatened human.
Dante heard a wave of screams as everything turned green and dissolved. As he came back together his was awaken by a booming voice explaining an insane set of rules. As Dante looked to his left he saw Kristin passed out on the floor and shook her awake and told her what was just said. As Dante looked up a person dressed up as the joker was just stabbed in the neck by a guy dressed as batman. The batman guy screeched, "I'm not going to die here I'll kill as many of you as it takes" as he looked towards Dante and Kristin.
An eye slot over Dante's left eye in his mask that wasn't there before opened up and Dante yelled, "Die!" The man dressed as batman took out a batarang and sliced out his neck dying of blood loss. Kristin looked over at Dante in terror. "Live!" Dante yelled as he looked Kristin in her eyes. Dante knew this would compel her to survive at any cost even if it went again her humanity. Dante then grabbed her hand and told her to hide below one of the metal stages. "I'm going to kill that fucker who did this. You stay here and don't attract attention. I know you memorized the hand signs of that Naruto guy you dressed as; but avoid using any of them." Dante ordered with a look that could kill.
Dante looked and saw the stair well. If anyone was going to try and stop this like him they would be going there and he might need help. Shit! Why did I kill him? I should have just told him to not kill anyone. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I have to remember that! I can't believe I did that! Kristin must hate me now. Dante saw a large group of people getting into fights and killing each other. With out thinking Dante yelled, "over here you nerdy, pale ass, virgin faggots!" This drew there attention and Dante ordered, "You are not to kill anyone and you are to go hide." Everyone immediately stopped fighting and ran to hide. Onto the stair well then.
Shaun made his way towards the staircase. Along the way, he spotted a potential ally. He was about to approach the man when he drew a knife from his belt and snuck over to another person Shaun hadn't sighted. As the sneaky man raised the knife above his head, a series of thoughts ran through Shaun's mind. What do I do? I could really use that guy's help, but then again, if he's willing to kill others for his own survival, I dunno if he's the kind of guy I want hanging around me, and what's more, I don't feel like I can just allow him to kill that person, which leads me to the thought that he's already decided his means of survival and wouldn't be willing to work with me anyway... Shaun made his decision. As the knife came down, Shaun lunged forward and stabbed his gunblade clean through the man's chest. The man made as if to turn, but before he could, he was reduced to green wires, and then nothing.
Putting the guilt of having murdered another human being aside, Shaun sheathed his weapon and looked at the person he had just saved.
"Hello! Looks to me, mate, like you owe me your life! Let's talk business!"
Meanwhile, in an office many stories above the convention center, a man was sitting at a desk, handling a small mechanical device.
"The Aimal Codifier..." The man muttered to himself. He'd gone through hell and leather to get hold of this device, and no small number of people had died in the process. It would all be worth it, though. All that blood... The man looked down at his hands. No red stains that weren't actually there. That was good to know. It was a little early on in the game for him to start going mad...
"Alright, let's get this show on the road..." the man muttered. He held the device theatrically above his head, then pressed the large red button marked "Convert". The man was grateful for that button. It really just wouldn't be quite the same without it.
All of a sudden, everything went green. Absolutely everything. The whole convention center, everything and everyone inside it was reduced to a mere green frame of its' former self. The green lines vanished rapidly, one by one, leaving behind no trace of the place, person or thing it used to be.
"What the buggery-" Shaun yelled, before his tongue and lips digitized. His eyes darted around desperately before vanishing into subspace. Shaun instinctively reached for his weapon, but his hands found nothing. Then his hands vanished. Then so did the rest of him.
When shaun reawakened, he was surprised to discover that everything was mostly back to how it originally was. He was even standing in the same position, with his left hand near the model gunblade at his belt. The only thing that seemed to have changed was that the convention hall was an awful lot bigger. The walls now spanned further than he could see, and the booths had spread further apart. The booths... Rather than the cheaply-constructed merch stands and elevated stages, everything had been replaced with dystopian metal shacks and hellish-looking combat platforms. The shacks had grown to the size of small houses, and now the stages were seventy feet wide and capable of housing around fourty people on them at once. "ATTENTION PEONS," A voice crackled over the intercom. "MOST OF YOU ARE GOING TO DIE." Shaun glanced around and, for the first time, noticed that there weren't any people near where he was. What really brought this to his attention was the fact that a majority of people would, upon hearing such an announcement, start screaming their heads off. The reason Shaun himself didn't panic was because he wasn't really a "most of you" kind of guy; he'd already decided, within the space of about half a second, that if there was a way to avoid being massacred he'd be one of the minority to go through with it. "THERE ARE TWO WAYS TO AVOID THIS FATE," the voice on the intercom announced. "ONE. KILL TWENTY OF YOUR PEERS." Hmm, cold-blooded mass murder. Shaun decided to wait and hear what the second option was. "I HAVE MADE THIS ASSIGNMENT EASIER FOR YOU BY GRANTING YOU THE ABILITIES OF THE ONE YOU WERE COSPLAYING AS. BAD LUCK FOR THOSE OF YOU WHO WERE COSPLAYING AS TOM NOOK! HA HA HA HA." Shaun stopped for a moment. Could that actually be possible? He drew his gunblade and ran his finger along the blade. Sure enough, a drop of blood welled up and fell onto the ground, followed by the tip of his right index finger. That was a really bad idea. "YOU MAY BE WONDERING HOW I MANAGED TO MANIPULATE REALITY IN THIS MANNER. I'M NOT TELLING. NOW, FOR THE SECOND OPTION, YOU HAVE TO KILL ME. I WILL BE WAITING ON THE SEVENTH FLOOR OF THE CONVO IN MY OFFICE. I WARN YOU NOW, THOUGH, THAT I HAVE GRANTED MYSELF AND MY GUARDS POWERS BEYOND ANYTHING THAT YOU COULD COMPREHENSIVELY HAVE, SO THIS METHOD WOULD ESSENTIALLY BE SUICIDE. IS THAT ALL? YEP, I THINK THAT'S ALL. WELL, HAVE FUN KILLING EACH OTHER." The intercom cut out. Shaun had already made off in the direction of the stairs. What he had in mind would definitely be walking into his own death, unless he managed to assemble a team of his own. Even with all the combat experience in the world, the only way to beat a psychopath who'd powered himself up to the level of a god would be with superior numbers.
Alright, so that's that! Choose your destiny, convention-goers! Also, don't feel that, just because Shaun woke up on his own, you have to. You can be residing near any friends your character has, so long as they were standing close to one another at the time of the Event.
Jack woke up and heard the voice over the inter com. A man dressed Captain America stood over Jack.
"Prepare to die Fisher." The man said hanging his shield over Jack's throat.
Jack shoved his knife into the captains arm
Captain dropped his shield just to Jacks side and stumbled back.
Jack got up
Captain swung his other hand but Jack ducked and he drove his knee into capt's chin.
Instantly Captain America fell over unconsious.
"Oh my god. That guy was going to kill me. But I won. That is awesome."
Alice and Jacob sat looking around in bewilderment along with the other guests, the beginning of the sounds of chaos erupting outside the room. A spectator dressed as stormtrooper ran from the room, only to be cut down after a few steps outside the room. Someone quickly slammed the door shut, a blue aura appearing around the door and walls as a fellow cosplayer dressed as Maria Renard placed a seal on the room unintentionally, her fear causing her new abilities to react.
The other dressers in the room stood ready tensely in silence, waiting for someone to make the first move. Sensing the tension in the situation Alice stood up from her seat, scanning over the crowd which had focused their attention on her. She swallowed nervously, not knowing whether they were eying her as a target or simply paying attention.
"Before we all rip each other to shreds might I make a quick suggestion," asked Alice? "The man said that we have the option of killing 20 other people or killing him, so-" "I know where you're going with this," said a teenage boy dressed as Soma Cruz, "but the guy said it was suicide to attack him and his guards." "You didn't let her finish Soma," replied another fan dressed poorly as Yuki Nagato! "Thank you," said Alice returning her attention to the group.
"I'm not suggesting we do either. What we should do instead is just hole ourselves up in here until the action dies down out there. In the meantime, we should familiarize ourselves with these powers we all have supposedly acquired, that way when we do leave this room we will have a fighting chance against whatever we come across if we work together."
"That's a fucking stupid idea! If we all stay in here we're liable to die from all our used air being hotboxed," said a man in a Gene Starwind outfit. "The ventilation's still on, so we have some fresh air for now," said Jacob as he began waving his arm quickly in front of his face, watching the series of blue ghost images following it. "I'm sure none of you want to die, you let's all agree that it's in everyone's best interest that we do NOT try to kill each other, and that we all learn what we've been given before heading out into the center," said Alice sitting back down, "We've all seen the Saw movies. People are pitted with challenges in which they have the option of sacrificing one in order to save the others, which is what he wants, or working as a team to solve a problem."
"Okay, sure, but how do we use our new powers or even know what limits of our character's abilities we possess," asked Soma. "Well let's see here," said Jacob, "I have the Alucard after-image thing going on with me, so I can assume I have things like Hellfire as well as the transformation abilities. Soma has an after-image too, so we can also assume he has the ability to steal souls. Aisha Clan Clan should be immortal to damage. Mr. Starwind's plastic caster should be working. Lelouch should have control over his victims. Sailor Moon should have her usual happy, lovey powers. Yuki Nagato should have the ability to manipulate the physical data in the local area. Obi Wan should have The Force. Simon and Juste should have their regular abilities as well and Maria Renard should have control over magic." "Listen, we just need to cool down for a few minutes, then we can try to acquaint ourselves with our new found powers"
The group slowly sat back down in their chairs, the room in silence.
The young woman Shaun had just rescued looked up at him and, somewhat disappointingly, took advantage of his kindness as an opportunity to attack him while he was off-guard. She grabbed the sword by her waist, drew it and slashed horizontally at Shaun's waist; he blocked the blow, pinning her weapon and, knowing neither why nor how, placed his free hand on her stomach and summoned a fireball in the space between them. The flame exploded, sending both Shaun and the girl flying back, and Shaun quickly righted himself before stepping towards the girl and bisecting her diagonally, reducing her to mere data.
"Crap!" He yelled, sheathing his weapon. "No, I mean, yeah! I can summon fire! That's awesome! But still, crap! I needed her!" This most recent exchange had all but proven to Shaun that everyone but him would be playing the voice over the intercom's sick game. That said, he was already two out of twenty kills down only ten minutes into the game...
No. Shaun refused to give up. Even if he only found one other person willing to side with him, that would be a start. Shaun set off with new resolve in his heart, heading toward one of the most people-heavy areas he could think of; the conference hall.
Jack looked around and a man dressed as Solid Snake walked up.
"The ultimate battle." The man and Jack said at the same time.
The man pulled out a gun and fired.
Jack dove out of the way and in mid air shot out the lights above them.
Jack climbed up a railing that went up the wall.
He shot a sticky shocker into Snake.
Snake shook but did not fall. "I can see too" Solid said.
He then blended into the wall.Jack fired down where Snake used to be.
Jack felt a sudden pain in his stomach and fell to the ground.
He held the bleeding knife wound. Snake walked up and aim his knife at Jacks throat. Jack kicked the knife out of the Snakes hand and pulled himself up. Snake dropped his guns on the ground. Jack did the same and gave the "Bring it one" hand signal. Snake jumped at Jack but Jack shoved the bud of his palm into snakes chin then kneed him in the stomach. Snake plunged a second knife into jack. Jack grabbed a bottle a table next to him and bashed it over snakes head. He fell unconsious. Jack was bleeding heavily. He saw a vent. He crawled inside. It led him to a group of people talking in a sealed room.
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