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Post by valekin on Dec 7, 2007 11:04:45 GMT -8
Well shit. The big lug turned around, after getting huge, and started to run towards the next car. Meaning Valekin would have to get the hell out of the way unless he wanted to get run over by the giant, and that would hurt like a bitch. Luckily, the giant was slow as molasses, and he could side step him, then chase after him.
"DON'T RUN! I'M NOT DONE WITH YOU!"
AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
The blood curdling laughter escaped him, the thrill of the chase had gotten to him. Valekin kept a nice pace behind him, keeping the very large man within reach. His claws slashed at the huge black man's back. To slice it all to ribbons, ribbons I say! RIBBONS!
"SLICE AND DICE MOTHER FUCKER!"
Claws slashed at the fuck's spinal column as they ran, ignoring the debris and junk that fell off the train as it broke like a toy. Sad, very sad how technology gets fucked up by people. Very sad indeed. I almost want to cry, I might get choked up.
Seriously.
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Post by "Unfettered" on Dec 16, 2007 19:31:38 GMT -8
OOC: Short posta. Doing this with teh Phish's permission.No time at all.
All that "Unfettered" could make out was a mass of force blasting its way in front of himself. Felt cold. Colder. But give in?... KEKEKE---HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. That's funny. That's really funny. Its not like it hurts that much, anyways.
Left hand went to grab onto the wrist of a certain someone."..Les move, ja?"Sense of balance? Bust.
Sense of feeling? Growing distant.
Hell, even his vision was getting worse. Bad sign for someone with only one eye. No, it wasn't from overall physical deterioration. Just.. the cutting winds that were plowing through the cracks of the shredded train's walls. All he knew was that he was running, and holding onto somethi---one for near dear life."COME ON!""SLICE AND DICE MOTHER FUCKER!"His whole body was cold... but then, it was supposed to be. And it was the heavy, icy momentum that he used to slide into the next car, to the side of the big, black guy, dragging in tow---guess who---Mitsuki Park."SHOOP-DA-WOOP!" Dear Lord---OH MY GOD. Sudden dawning came to him, as he looked back, and saw the back of the car they just got on torn apart by a huge slam of a hammer.
Skidding on his right leg in the slide, he continued to slide on the metal floor, towards the front of teh car. Slamming his head into the wall. But, he'd react in time to whirl about and grab hold of the Captain, to stop her from crashing into him.
His head had cleared..."ANY IDEAS, GUYS!?"Well... Valekin, at least, was doing his job. A large stream of blood trailing after the car.
Hehehe...
Status Report:
Statistic Modification:
Strength: 34 x 1.3 (Der Stahl von Schnee: Novice Level)
Dexterity: 23
Constitution: 35 x 1.5 (Der Stahl von Schnee: Novice Level)
Intelligence: 36
Wisdom: 32
Charisma: 20 - 5 (Der Stahl von Schnee: Novice Level Postly Qi Consumption)
Current Statistics:
Strength: 44
Dexterity: 23
Constitution: 53
Intelligence: 36
Wisdom: 32
Charisma: 15
*25% Of Pain Is Numbed
*Landing Of Blows While Qi Is Active = -10% Dexterity (Does Not Stack Per Hit)
*Temperature: 75/100
*Moderately High Vulnerability To Electricity
*Poseidon Chest Plate Effect: Nullifies First Two Hits (One Used)
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Post by Keith on Dec 17, 2007 13:54:48 GMT -8
"DANG I'M HUGE."
What?!
As Keith attempted to execute the Hurricanrana on this big black man, nothing happened. Normally, Keith could've executed it at the cost of his own leg strength afterwards. But this wasn't the case. Instead, there was an aura of energy great enough to create a crater around this big man.
"HUGE... HUGE... GETTING HUGE..."
He could even feel his legs separate from each other a bit. There was one thing that Keith could surmise, this big ass motherfucker increased his weight, size, and body mass.
Shit... There went my initial plan...
However, this big man kept on moving towards the next car. But, Keith noticed when this big man increased his body size, his speed had decreased greatly. Meaning, this big man walked like an old lady.
It should give Keith more than an ample enough time to sit back up and do a number to this man's skull. There was that one person with the knife attacking the man from behind. Keith wasn't sure about the other two.
Keith was very much focused on doing major damage to this big black man with the hammer. He would be in a somewhat safe place because Jamal was preoccupied with getting to the next car. The man still had his sledgehammer as well.
Luckily, Keith was in this current position as it looked like the man was separating the train cars. With the sledgehammer, the man would have to drop the hammer in order to shake Keith off him.
Here goes...
Quickly, if time would allow it, and it should, Keith would sit back up and tighten his legs around the man's head/neck. He would apply a tight scissor lock around the area.
With a deep breath, Keith would use his speed and whatever energy he has left. This was going to be a very exhausting fight for everybody. Keith knew he would have to be hospitalized after this fight.
But, he would give the man something to remember him by.
With his left fist, Keith would throw a hard strike to right side of the man's cranium. With his right first, Keith would throw a hard strike to the left side of the man's cranium. If Keith could hit certain areas of the head strong enough, perhaps he could induce blindness on him.
Keith could hope that the other person would continue attacking the big black man from behind.
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Post by The New Student Dean on Dec 20, 2007 1:05:58 GMT -8
"DON'T RUN! I'M NOT DONE WITH YOU!"
"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
"SLICE AND DICE MOTHER FUCKER!"A pounding at his head... a tearing at his back. Aye, he could feel steadily increasing larger and larger chunks of flesh disappearing from his back.---*KONK*
His vision disappeared for a second. Shit. And the train was still moving... and with two live prisoners still---NO. HE WOULD NOT ACCEPT IT. HE WOULD NOT---
"BITCHES DON'T KNOW ABOUT MA SECRETZ!!!"
And the thing was... in all the blood, the sweat, the tears... he was actually telling the truth. But, none of that mattered.
NOT ON A BATTLEFIELD.
BITCHES DON'T KNOW THEY OUGHT TO PAY ATTENTION!
Suddenly whirling about, he brought the hammer into a full swing, a 360... no, a 720... a 1080.... going faster, faster... but proppelling himself towards the front of the car... before stopping to slam Maxwell's Silver Hammer JUST ABOVE HIS HEAD, smashing into his own back, trying to crush the little fly on his back.---
*BANG*
*BANG*
*BANG*
*BANG*
*BANG*
*BANG*
*CL-CLICK!*"Well done, School Captain-lass! I'm impressed, lass..."..Said an obvious old stranger, reloading his gun.. Jamal sauntering down from the sudden attack. Recovering from the shock, but, "Kaufman" wasn't aware of any bullet-proof chest plate. All that remained to be seen was a tough bastard that wouldn't be going down too easily...
---A fit of rage, the old bastard suddenly whirled around again, this time with a... 'sharp' strike towards Valekin. As if his reflexes were getting faster. What's more.. he was wielding his hammer one-handed. His other hand scrambling at his head to grab hold of Keith, and should he.. he'd quickly throw/slam him towards the front of the half-car.
Lighting his cigarette, "Kaufman" took aim once more, but hesitated..."...The old man's still recovering, lads. I'll support you all 'til then, lads. Just... give me time for a steady shot, lads---"As the bastard would suddenly lunge towards "Kaufman".
---Who would just as lightly step to the side, steadying his aim, lest he commit friendly fire. Jamal's attacks became more vicious, less random, as he swung his hammer around himself... dangerously close to the School Captain and the German boy..."WHADDA YA SAY WE END THIS BEFORE THE OLD MAN COMES AROUND, EH, LADS!?"Smiling with more than a little enthusiasm, careful not to fire, lest he fire upon one of his four comrades.. waiting... steadying his aim as he used his left arm as a crappy support to settle his nagant...
-If you get separated/thrown off the train/something to that extent, you lose the opportunity to apply for a reward item!
-Strength & Constitution has been doubled!
-Wisdom, Intelligence, & Dexterity have all dropped to 4-5!
-Jamal is now 3x a larger hitting-target!
- Its recommended to just try hitting him, instead of grappling him.
-Jamal's weight has tripled!
-You may attempt to copy his Qi, but constitution and strength will be halved for two weeks after usage (Primarily Aimed At @ Mitsuki)!
-SIX POSTS UNTIL JAMAL KUNTAKENTE SUCCUMBS TO AIDS. =D
-TWO-TO-THREE POSTS UNTIL "ALTER MANN" ARRIVES!
DARE: There. I've completed my dare, Kia.
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Post by "Unfettered" on Dec 25, 2007 12:40:06 GMT -8
Ploy Of The Moment Whoever their opponent was, he sent more then a bit of a chill down "Unfettered's" spine. A good chill. He moved Mitsuki, by the shoulders, to his left side. Watching the fight...
*BANG*
*BANG*
*BANG*
*BANG*
*BANG*
*BANG*
*CL-CLICK!*"Well done, School Captain-lass! I'm impressed, lass..."Wincing, he barely heard whoever was speaking. God damn, the bullets were loud. Cringing, he suddenly realized that his hand had gotten a tight grip on 'her' wrist. And promptly let it go, trying to get back a focus on himself.
But the black man only grunted, and suddenly began to lunge at Valekin. Didn't he just get shot!?"...The old man's still recovering, lads. I'll support you all 'til then, lads. Just... give me time for a steady shot, lads---"---Suddenly, the black man lunged at the speaker, who "Unfettered realized was just a little ways to the side of themselves, against the front wall of the half-car. Bullet riddled as it was."WHADDA YA SAY WE END THIS BEFORE THE OLD MAN COMES AROUND, EH, LADS!?"Wait.
---'Old Man'?
Hair traversed to the front of his face, as he stepped forward to the side of the unbelievable large opponent."..Mitsuki. I'll provide the bait. Aim for his head."And without a word, he'd suddenly charge, grunting as he jumping into the air to punch a kick with both his feet into the monster's chest.
~It was like hitting a wall of steel.
Status Report:
Statistic Modification:
Strength: 34 x 1.3 (Der Stahl von Schnee: Novice Level)
Dexterity: 23 x 0.68
Constitution: 35 x 1.5 (Der Stahl von Schnee: Novice Level)
Intelligence: 36
Wisdom: 32 x 0.68
Charisma: 15 - 5 (Der Stahl von Schnee: Novice Level Postly Qi Consumption)
Current Statistics:
Strength: 44
Dexterity: 16
Constitution: 53
Intelligence: 36
Wisdom: 22
Charisma: 10
*25% Of Pain Is Numbed
*Landing Of Blows While Qi Is Active = -10% Dexterity (Does Not Stack Per Hit)
*Temperature: 68/100 (32% Decrease To Dexterity & Wisdom!)
*Moderately High Vulnerability To Electricity
*Poseidon Chest Plate Effect: Nullifies First Two Hits (One Used) |
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Post by valekin on Dec 25, 2007 21:21:17 GMT -8
Valekin got hit once, right in the head. His entire body hit the side of the car, and bounced back to the position that he was at previously. He had seen it coming, but he wanted a kill instinct. This fucker was going down, and he was going to make sure he was berserk enough to not feel the next thing that happens.
His eyes flashed purple as blood seeped from his broken skull.
He got back up, the broken skull, partially crushed brain of his healing rapidly.
Valekin ducked under the second swing, and reached around to the front of the large black man, and stabbed at his thighs. To dig his claws in and tearing apart vital arteries in the thighs. Those arteries were called the femoral arteries, and blood would pour from the wounds.
But that wasn't enough. Valekin was moving much faster than he normally does, he was much stronger than he should have been, his body could take so much more punishment. He got hit with the third swing. It knocked his jaw loose, and with a simple muscular movement, it was back in place, the sharp pointed teeth that had been lost, had grown back, sharper than new kitten claws.
Valekin thrust his right hand at the black man's back, to produce an arm sized hole, and to push the arm through the front. He'd be at this point, holding a kidney, but it wouldn't be seen, as the Kevlar would block his arm from going through the shirt and into view of the public.
Help! Valekin's berserk and in public!
The left arm reached down at the black man's legs, to pierce the back of the left knee, to cut the tendon, then the same arm jabbed just as Valekin ripped his right arm out the whole it'd make, still holding the organ. Blood spattered his own body like the war paint of a Brave. The slashes of red blood painted his body, and the floor around him. Valekin made sure this was the final round. There would be no more nonsense from this mentally challenged black man.
"Say good night Gracie."
Damn you Mikey for usurping my posting position!
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Post by Keith on Dec 27, 2007 0:14:05 GMT -8
"BITCHES DON'T KNOW ABOUT MA SECRETZ!!!"
What? What's going on?!
While Keith still had his legs wrapped around the man's head/neck, he would keep them tightly locked while the man spun around in a 1080 degree motion. But due to the size and slow speed, the motion felt like some pansy-assed merry-go round.
It seemed that the person was trying to hit him? Instead of hitting Keith, the man hit his own back as it would seem. It could've possibly hit the person standing behind the person standing behind. But, Keith didn't pay attention since he was focusing on how he was going to deal with this man.
And then there were the sounds of six gunshots. That pretty much concerned Keith.
What?! Gunshots?! Watch where you fire that thing!!!
Keith knew that there was nobody behind to shoot at the man's back. He could only assuming that the person was firing right at the big black man.
He could sense that the big man was getting all pissed off. Looking to his left, he could see that the man was going to hold the damn hammer with one hand. That could only mean that Jamal's left hand was free.
Looking to his right, Keith saw that the left hand was coming at his direction.
Shit... Gotta think fast...
Keith was getting fed up with this stupid black man. Since the man isn't going to go down that easily, might as well make him miserable.
It was time for Keith to get pretty damn "violent." Due to where Keith was positioned, he could do a number to the big black man's head. Due to the tripling of the man's body size, it would be easier.
As the man's hand would reach for him, Keith would let that man have "it." With his hands, Keith would reach for the man's eyes. It was time for Keith to do some pretty "extreme" shit.
With his speed, Keith dig his fingers into the man's eye sockets and quickly rip them out. It should be easy to do since the eyes are one of the most delicate parts of the body. The eyes can easily be ripped out from their sockets.
Keith should be able to do it; especially since the man tripped his body size. That would mean that the eyes would be easier to grab and tear out of the sockets. He would rip out the eyes from the sockets and quickly discard them. Anybody would be feeling a world of hurt after having their eyes viciously ripped out.
Would Keith stop there?
No, he wouldn't. Should Keith be able to rip the eyes from the man's sockets, he would follow up with another quick action by grabbing for the man's ears and tearing them off. The ears too are delicate parts of the body that can be torn off with the right amount of strength.
If Keith managed to do those two actions, the man should by impulse reach for his head. One would be feeling where the eyes/ears were ripped off.
However, that would mean that the man could easily reach Keith. He would have to take advantage of Jamal's big body. Turn your weaknesses into strengths.
Since the man is big, Keith could make himself mobile. He was slow and Keith was fast. Should Keith be able to execute those two actions, he would open up his legs while placing his hands on the shoulder.
With his speed, Keith would attempt to slide down the front of the man's body. He would slide down to below the waist area and quickly latch onto the big black man's right leg.
Keith would wrap both his legs and left arm around the big black man's leg. Due to the tripling of the body size, the man's leg should be the size of a tree trunk. Should Keith be able to pull that off, he would execute a Hellish Flame Punch to the man's crotch area.
He only had enough juice for one last punch. Should that connect, Keith would set the man's crotch on fire and possibly his clothing as well.
But it all counted on if this sequence was able to be executed: ripping out the eyes, ripping off the ears, sliding down, latching onto the man's right leg, and throwing a Hellish Flame Punch to the man's crotch.
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Post by Mitsuki Park on Dec 28, 2007 11:53:03 GMT -8
What...the bloody hell just happened? So time must have frozen in her mind, or something, 'cause the next thing she knew, Thrush was telling her that he'd be bait and she should aim for his head?
So wait.
What happened inbetween?
She had a mental block just then, and figured it was not exactly the best time to stand idly and try to remember what had just happened. Instead, she did what Thrush told her to do, by rushing forward and performing an aerial attack, but not with her feet. Her hand had formed into a dagger fist, and was aimed essentially one half of an inch directly above the middle of the anterior hairline just as Valekin began digging his claws into the man's thigh's. What exactly was she doing? She was actually using the art of pressure points, something she avoided due to a slight fear of killing someone. Though at this point, it seemed that Mitsuki really didn't care; there was too much blood everywhere, and just as Valekin had taught her how to numb pain, Reita taught her how to ignore emotions. Fear? Who needed fear?
...of course, that last bit was sarcasm.
If she did it right, he'd die. For a girl with a great memory...
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It wouldn't be her fault if he died. Coughdrop was shooting at him, Sensei was ripping out his kidney, Keith was ripping ears off...
Pft.
At least her attack wouldn't spill blood.
...hopefully.
OOC: I can only assume that not everyone's attack is going to hit, since that would seem way too easy...so... Yeah.
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Post by The New Student Dean on Jan 4, 2008 18:56:32 GMT -8
HE'S-A CHARGIN' HIS LAZARZ!!! "I'M-A CHARGIN' MA' LAZARZ!!!"
A thump against his chest. Unable to even understand what anyone's saying, so lost in his rage.. Someone try to land on his chest? Or kick him? Regardless, the boy was stuck there for one second.. two seconds...
The hammer was swung, sending the boy flying against the wal---
...Did the bastard who he just swung his hammer at, albeit several times in a row, tear him a new one? His arteries suddenly felt very exposed... not that he could notice. His eyes had gone blood red from the pain that he wasn't even aware of.
Oh.
His head glared, looking at one of his kidneys. ..Well, he always had another...---
"HUGE."
Flesh crunched in on each other.. LITERALLY USING HIS BIG, AWESOME MUSCLES TO STOP THE BLEEDING.
"GRACIE UR HOE & PLOW!?"
---Well, that's rather depressing. He just lost his eyes, and can't see anymore. Oh, and there's a terrible ringing in where his ears ar---used to be. It made him terribly sad.
DOES JAMAL KUNTAKENTE HAVE TO CHOKE A BITCH!?"
However, the little monkey was crawling like a flea, and in spite of the bug's speed, it actually had the courage to try and choke him with his legs. Instinct.. prowling.. his hands snatched towards one of the legs. And if successful, the flaming punch would only hit against his rock-hard abs. What's more, he'd get flung against the wall.---But not let go. He'd then proceed to, like in the cartoons, whirl him around, smashing him and dragging him against the walls... with his other hand whirling around with the hammer extended.---
*THWAP*
..A point-pressure move, on his head...
.....With that, Jamal Kuntakentae had died..
Our bad.
So sad----
----WELL WHY HADN'T HIS QI GONE DOWN, AND WHY WAS HE STILL SPINNING AROUND LIKE A LUNATIC!?
Blood was rushing about. From the empty holes in the head, from the suddenly relaxed muscles that let loose the blood... something that should not happen. He shouldn't still be spinning. But then, its not like he was an ordinary man...
"OLLLLD MAN.... OLLLLLLLLLD MAN.... OOOOOOLD MAAAAAAN SSSSSET USSSS UPPPP TEH BOMBBBBB!?~" Blood brothing in the mouth, words distinguishible, yet still coherent.. As the corpse spun around. Not a zombie. Just.. a dead body reacting to having too much energy. Sorta like what happens when you---
..."JA, VAT DO YOU VANT!?" boomed a voice, distant.. distant... yet...
Oh, and apparently the flame had caught onto Jamal's crotch.
...Someone would find that SEXUAL and VIOLENT.
-If you get separated/thrown off the train/something to that extent, you lose the opportunity to apply for a reward item!
-Strength & Constitution has been doubled!
-Wisdom, Intelligence, & Dexterity have all dropped to 4-5!
-Jamal is now 3x a larger hitting-target!
- Its recommended to just try hitting him, instead of grappling him.
-Jamal's weight has tripled!
-You may attempt to copy his Qi, but constitution and strength will be halved for two weeks after usage (Primarily Aimed At @ Mitsuki)!
-FOUR POSTS UNTIL JAMAL KUNTAKENTE SUCCUMBS TO AIDS. =D EVEN THOUGH HE'S DEAD.---OR IS HE!?
-ONE POST UNTIL "ALTER MANN" ARRIVES!
-QI AND ITEM ABILITIES ARE NO LONGER AVAILABLE! |
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Post by "Unfettered" on Jan 6, 2008 15:11:29 GMT -8
JAMAL SMASH! ---Flying into the wall. Crashing rather painfully... he slowly slid down..
He wasn't unconscious, nor was he badly hurt, but, he'd used up the power of his Poseidon Chest Plate. And quite frankly, everyone was doing a bang-up job."Hahaha... jajajajaja. I'll leave ze rest to you guys..."Panting there, crawling backwards with his hands and legs, to get into a corner, to watch the finale. His hearing went in and out. But it was enough to hear the booming man's voice. ...And understand something. Maybe he crawled into a corner for another reas---
..A chill gripped him. The ice on his skin, flaking away, melting nearly instantly, as his eyes bulged, looking into the sky. That familiar feeling. Choking.
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Post by Mitsuki Park on Jan 6, 2008 15:14:24 GMT -8
"...why can't you just die already?"
Muttered quietly as she took cautious steps away from the giant swinging around, keeping her balance easily on this moving train. If he was dead right now, he certainly didn't seem like it. He had no eyes, no ears, was missing a kidney, and received a heavy blow to the head. He had bullet wounds from Coughdrop, cuts from Sensei, and here he was, still standing. He was a tough guy; could probably handle pain a whole lot better than anyone else. He's still STANDING for Pete's sake. Certainly by now Mitsuki would have assumed he would at least be on the floor writhing in pain.
She would back up a bit, eyes looking up at the bars that were in the middle of the lanes connected to the ceiling, and then at the rather large hitting target moving in circles. Although it wasn't much space, she jumped at the bars and swung her legs in his direction, hoping to hit him - anywhere - and make him lose balance. Hands gripped the bars tightly, feet awaiting for impact.
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Post by valekin on Jan 6, 2008 20:50:40 GMT -8
"Just die already."
Valekin stepped back and leaned against the side of the train, watching the rather large man seep blood out of his back and legs. The muscles holding the tide of blood back. It wouldn't be long before the huge man succumbed to death. It wouldn't be long at all really.
"I want you to know, before you die. That there's no shame in this. At least not in the way you died. However.. your life was probably shameful, so I'm sure you're on your way to Gehenna."
Valekin grimaced at the man that was to become a corpse soon.
A toothy grimace.
Fanged grimace.
Just die already.
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Post by Keith on Jan 6, 2008 21:06:20 GMT -8
DOES JAMAL KUNTAKENTE HAVE TO CHOKE A BITCH!?"
In the rush of it all, Keith had managed to rip off both the black man's eyes and ears. He had even gotten the person's name: Jamal Kuntakente. Was that even his real name? It seemed to be given based off a stereotype.
Perhaps this Jamal person was adopted by white racists or something? But that was another story.
As Keith attempted to slide down to Jamal's leg, he could feel himself getting grabbed by one of the big black man's free arms. This wasn't going to be good at all... Especially since the person was a fuckin' giant.
With that, Keith's Hellish Flame Punch only hit Jamal's abdomen which was pretty fuckin' rock hard.
"Ah... Bloody hell!!!" Keith exclaimed as he was slammed against the wall of the train car pretty damn hard.
But Jamal wouldn't let go of Keith. Instead, Jamal was whirling Keith in a comical and cartoon fashion. He was getting smashed and dragged into the hard walls.
Shit...fucking hurts!!!
Keith would hold his tongue and try to channel the pain out. But it wasn't going to work...
*THWAP*
It would seem that Jamal Kuntakenke had died. But tell that to Keith who Jamal still had a grip on. Because that big motherfucker was still being spun around by Jamal's body. It would seem that someone would have to pry Jamal's hand off Keith.
"OLLLLD MAN.... OLLLLLLLLLD MAN.... OOOOOOLD MAAAAAAN SSSSSET USSSS UPPPP TEH BOMBBBBB!?~"
Only thing Keith could do was enjoy the "ride" within the ride.
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Post by The New Student Dean on Jan 6, 2008 22:44:32 GMT -8
That Defining, Sour-Drawn Disappointment
An Incomplete Message
Sorry Soul
At The Border Of Death Blood flushed eagerly out, as a sudden choke of the Qi held out.
Blood running out the holes of his ears.
Out the edges of his mouth, dripping, dripping, hundreds of millions of droplets. But he wasn't completely gone. Not yet. The spinning slowed, as Jamal shrank. His hand letting go of Keith's, almost like a lifeless doll... but the other hand still dangerously held onto the hammer. A different air. The train had been slowing down... and had just now come to a complete stop.
...And an 'old man' stepped forth. Or what appeared to be. Sallowed, sunken eyes, wrinkles creasing his cheeks, a bald head. He appeared to be a man of many sleepless night,s, but also a man of... great stature and standing. A large black overcoat hung about him, as he pulled at the edges of his midnight black gloves, walking slowly, deftly, the door screeching to a halt. Seeming to be ginger, but the power was evident in how he swung his arms confidentially.
But Jamal appeared to react violently, even taking a step back. The feeling of something choking the soul progressed to grow stronger, the more he stepped forward, the more the large black man stepped back. "Kaufman" was even shrinking into a corner, though you couldn't tell he was afraid. "Unfettered's" breathing stopped for a few moments.. before his lungs whined, and he gasped himself back to life.
Blood seeped and covered the entirety of the half remaining car, seeping over the edges, as the helicopters moved in closer, setting down a bit aways.
The walking 'corpse' had fallen backwards. Crawling back. But the old man continued to pursue in his quiet, calculated march.
"OLD MAN! "ALTER MANN"!"
Suddenly.. the thing had come back up. DEFINITELY not dead. Right!? He seemed to become faster, stronger, deadlier... one last kick from all the drugs that were slammed and injected into his body. Such an experiment breaking into the the Boarder Of Death.""Kaufman". Covering fire." he'd say simply, as he quickly ducked anotherneath the sharp swing, weaving up to the left as he had already prepared a wound up left hook into the bicep to spin Jamal's swing even wider.
Several cracks sounded off...
Back turned on everyone, none of the four fighters saw the maliciously evil grin on the "Alter Mann's" face, as he suddenly stamped backwards, as another deadly swing raced at his feet, a blow of leaves blasting up into the air.Chocolate Rain
Some stay dry and others feel the pain
Chocolate Rain
A baby born will die before the sin
Chocolate Rain
The school books say it can't be here again
Chocolate Rain
The prisons make you wonder where it went
Chocolate Rain
Build a tent and say the world is dry
Chocolate Rain
Zoom the camera out and see the lie
Chocolate Rain
Forecast to be falling yesterday
Chocolate Rain
Only in the past is what they say
Chocolate Rain
Raised your neighborhood insurance rates
Chocolate Rain
Makes us happy 'livin in a gate
Chocolate Rain
Made me cross the street the other day
Chocolate Rain
Made you turn your head the other way
(Chorus)
Chocolate Rain
History quickly crashing through your veins
Chocolate Rain
Using you to fall back down again
[Repeat]
Chocolate Rain
Seldom mentioned on the radio
Chocolate Rain
Its the fear your leaders call control
Chocolate Rain
Worse than swearing worse than calling names
Chocolate Rain
Say it publicly and you're insane
Chocolate Rain
No one wants to hear about it now
Chocolate Rain
Wish real hard it goes away somehow
Chocolate Rain
Makes the best of friends begin to fight
Chocolate Rain
But did they know each other in the light?
Chocolate Rain
Every February washed away
Chocolate Rain
Stays behind as colors celebrate
Chocolate Rain
The same crime has a higher price to pay
chocolate Rain
The judge and jury swear it's not the face
(Chorus)
Chocolate Rain
Dirty secrets of economy
Chocolate Rain
Turns that body into GDP
Chocolate Rain
The bell curve blames the baby's DNA
Chocolate Rain
But test scores are how much the parents make
Chocolate Rain
'Flippin cars in France the other night
Chocolate Rain
Cleans the sewers out beneath Mumbai
Chocolate Rain
'Cross the world and back its all the same
Chocolate Rain
Angels cry and shake their heads in shame
Chocolate Rain
Lifts the ark of paradise in sin
Chocolate Rain
Which part do you think you're 'livin in?
Chocolate Rain
More than 'marchin more than passing law
Chocolate Rain
Remake how we got to where we are.
(Chorus) ..The leaves kept on flying, but the sound of metal swishing air like a play thing was more than a little prominent. A count of ten... twelve... sixty-seven times, total.. In a total of five minutes---
Three minutes, twenty-seven seconds. The helicopters from the sides continued to blow up air. The most that was ever heard in the combat was of Jamal's dying screams of rage, feeling, feeling for the Old Man. For "Alter Mann"
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The sudden burst of violence disappeared just as quickly.
"Alter Mann" quickly stood in front of Jamal Kuntakente. Hammer no longer in hand. Actually, "Alter Mann" himself hefted up several strange items, behind him.
..All of which, was very bloody."Spoils of war... Take your pick, zen lets go home."...
Chocolate Rain continued to pour out, even bursting out of defeated, if still standing Jamal Kuntakente.
There was no sound.
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~[END QUEST]~ |
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Its recommended to just try hitting him, instead of grappling him.
