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matrotas-muse-hub · 1 year ago

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Arixia “Arix” Brightwing

CHARACTER BIO

Name: Arixia “Arix” Brightwing. Formerly Vall Silvermist

Title(s): Son of Ryx'Zoran the Crystal Dragon

Age: 115

Languages: Common, elven, draconic

Birthday: April 13th, though he considers his true birthday to be August 20th, the day he was reborn as dragon-blooded.

Species: Dragon-blooded elf (or simply dragonborn, depending on setting)

Gender: Male

Pronouns: He/him

Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual

Profession: Adventurer

Physical Details:

Hair: Pale white and wavy, soft

Eyes: Depending on lighting, they can seem, white, purple, yellow, or blue.

Skin: Fair, somewhat pale.

Height: 6'2", 6'4" with his horns

Weight: 190 lbs

Tattoos / Scars: Arix has faint scars around the circumference of his wrists, mostly hidden underneath his scales.

Special Items: The crystalline sword his adoptive father gave him crafted from his very own horn.

Description: Arix looks like a young adult, a man with a young face adorned by crystalline horns whose shape is reminiscent of a crown. His hair is pale white, medium in length and both soft and curly. Arix’s ears are finned, and he has crystalline scales scattered across his entire body. His hands have especially hard scales on the back of them, and his fingernails are more akin to claws. He also has a large crystalline webbed tail. Arix’s teeth are mostly pointed, and he has a forked tongue. If he were to disrobe, people could see that the skin of Arix’s chest is tough and quite similar to the patterned ridges found on the belly of many reptiles.

Physical Capabilities:

Strength: Arix is physically as strong as an average infantryman. He is not superhuman, but he certainly has put effort into raising his might.

Dexterity: Arix is incredibly graceful in his movement, with precise hands and soft footsteps.

Hardiness: Arix is tough, his draconic scales affording him some additional defense over any normal man.

Weapons: A crystalline sword made from his adopted father’s horn.

Mental Capabilities:

Intelligence: Arix has little worldly knowledge, and he struggles with study. Due to suffering brain damage from a poison in his youth, Arix has frequent migraines and moderate short-term memory issues.

Wisdom: What Arix has learned he’s learned from Ryx'Zoran, a crystalline dragon with a love for astronomy and philosophy. Arix is a compassionate individual who is always willing to lend an ear, providing what insight he can when asked.

Charisma: Arix has an unorthodox appearance, but those who can see past that find he is incredibly warm and friendly, fully willing to help others with no need for recompense, wholeheartedly believing in ‘paying it forward.’ His kindness and openness often endear him to others.

Supernatural Capabilities:

Radiant Breath: Arix, as an elf reborn in a draconic ritual, possesses the same breath attack as his adoptive father. While he cannot use it at-will, he is capable of producing a wave of searing radiant light to scorch his foes.

Radiant Blessing: Arix can ritually bind himself to a weapon, allowing him to wield it with increased finesse and enhancing its potential. Weapons blessed in this way are often able to cleave through even the reinforced hide of a werewolf.

Light Control: Arix is able to exert a modicum of control over light in his immediate vicinity, which he often uses in combat to attempt to blind an attacking opponent, giving him a chance to slip away or dodge more efficiently.

Arixia’s Backstory

Arixia was born to Alosrin and Reylana Silvermist, given the name “Vall” at birth. Alosrin and Reylana belonged to a cult named “The Hands of Harmony,” a radical sect that worshipped a god of law in their own twisted way, believing themselves to be the hands of god who cleansed the world of heretics and darkness. They enforce their gods will by silencing any and all opposition. Raised in the same cult, Vall knew only what the Hands of Harmony taught.

When Vall was only 15 , he had already grown to 5'10". Due to his parent’s genetics, he was bound to be rather tall, even from a young age. It was around this time his father began to encourage him to join the Helping Hands, one of the darker sides of the Hands of Harmony. He trained as a rogue while being further indoctrinated, and he ended up being sent on various missions as a scout, or as backup for the more experienced members. Being tall, he was easily mistaken for an adult even though he was still very much a child. Vall’s last mission occurred when he was 19, where several Helping Hands were sent to kill a “heretical” merchant. When the attack failed due to the merchant’s caravan being well guarded, Vall was captured while the other Helping Hands escaped. To prevent secrets from being leaked, he drank an enchanted and potent poison that would wipe his memory. He was put in chains, the caravan intending to turn him in at the next city they came upon.

Two days afterwards, the caravan encountered an old man named Malachi on the road heading in the same direction they were. Malachi joined the caravan and grew curious about the masked prisoner whose stomach was rumbling from hunger. After all, Vall had not been fed since he was captured. Malachi removed the prisoner’s mask, surprised to realize the bound criminal was nothing more than a tall elven child. Malachi immediately declared to the caravan that he will be taking the child with him. The guards protested, as he had tried to kill their employer and deserved to be thrown in prison. Malachi repeated his sentence in an icy tone, freezing all of them in place. “I’m taking this one.” The guards were overcome with fear by the old man’s presence, unable to stop him. This was Malachi’s, or rathers Ryx'Zoran’s, first encounter with his adopted son.

Ryx'Zoran, a benevolent dragon who had taken human form under the alias Malachi, took the mind-wiped Vall back to his lair to feed him. He felt rage for this empty-eyed child, enraged by whoever had forced a child such as he to do assassin work at his age. Ryx soon learned that Vall had lost his memories entirely, and so Ryx would not be able to do anything about Vall’s abusers. And abusers they were, as Ryx saw many bruises covering Vall’s body. Using his alias as Malachi, Ryx had donated to various orphanages before, but he felt more responsibility to Vall as he had personally rescued him. Ryx decided that he would, the very least, take care of this child until he was able to live on his own.

The next 80 years or so passed by all too quickly. Ryx gave the child the name “Arixia,” one that Arix was incredibly proud of as it was similar to the dragon’s own name. The poison Arix drank had damaged his mind to the point where it had damaged his brain, causing Arix to develop frequent migraines and issues with his short-term memory. In addition, words seemed to swim on the page, as Arix was dyslexic, making studying in the traditional manner practically impossible. The poison was designed to be more effective on minds that were still developing, so the effect on a 19 year old elf had been drastic, whereas the effects on a fully developed person would likely cause them to forget only the past few days. But Ryx was patient, providing Arix plenty of space and time to learn things at his own pace. The bond between adopted father and son grew, and Ryx came to realize the fulfillment he felt from personally caring for another.

Ryx taught Arix draconic, trained him how to hunt and survive in the wild, re-educated him on basic manners and etiquette, and the two would spend many hours talking about both philosophy and astronomy. The two were family, a strange bond formed between mortal and dragon. Ryx and Arix would commonly visit human settlements to procure supplies and do various charity work as well. While there, Ryx would always proudly call Arix his son, bragging about how smart he was to encourage Arix who was often frustrated by his disability.

It was when Arix was 103 that his memory fully returned. He had flashback nightmares from time to time growing up, but he could never remember what they were about after he woke up. At dinner one night, Arix was dining as per usual when he dropped his fork. Reaching down to grab it, he felt a sudden dread and terror grip him as he recalled a scene from his life as Vall. During a dinner his family was attending, a young Vall had dropped his fork in front of the leader of the Hands of Harmony. That night, his father had beaten him into unconsciousness for embarrassing him in front of the leader. With memories flooding back in all at once, Arix fell to the ground while clutching his head. His nose began to bleed from the stress, and Ryx held him in humanoid form until Arix’s breathing could stabilize. It took hours before he was ready to speak, and Ryx waited patiently the entire time. Arix recalled his memories from his first 19 years, telling Ryx all about his life in what he now understood was a cult, of his parents, his training, and the fact that he had taken a life. He didn’t even know if the cult was still around. After all, it had been nearly 90 years since Arix left. Ryx asked if Arix would go back to his parents, but Arix shook his head. He only had one parent, his father Ryx'Zoran.

Arix spent one more year with Ryx before he finally decided to return to fully the world of mortals. He was an adult now, and he wanted to use the gifts his father had given him to find his own path in the world. While the memories of the past still sometimes haunted him, he had a much firmer foundation to stand on as Arixia, not as Vall. Ryx was proud of Arix for his decision, and gladly sent his son on his way. As a parting gift, he offered to have Arix undergo the Rite of Draconic Rebirth. Arix accepted with practically zero hesitation. He had already decided he wanted nothing to do with his birth parents, viewing Ryx'Zoran as his one and only parent. If he could replace his birth parents’ blood with his adopted father’s, he could thing of nothing better. He underwent the ritual, gaining crystalline scales and horns, his features becoming partially draconic, though some elven features remained.

Ryx'Zoran had one more gift for Arix. A sword crafted from one of his own crystalline horns. Arix received this gift with great honor, pledging to become a great man that Ryx would be proud to call his son. Ryx assured him that he already had, and that he would wish for Arix’s happiness, telling him to visit any time. Though, there was no guarantee he would be home if he came. After all, Ryx'Zoran was fond of traveling. They agreed that they would spend the first week of every decade together like old times, whether it be stargazing and discussing philosophy or traveling along country roads and helping elderly farmers repair their fences.

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dork-empress · 4 years ago

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A Lie of Leftovers.

This is my Fan-sidequest? set in the world of Calorum from Dimension 20's A Crown of Candy season. The introduction:

The Bulb is flickering, it’s power fading. Criminals, those who have been declared as enemies of the Bulb, are sent into the frozen wilds to investigate, not because they are strong, but because they are expendable. In the frosted tundra of the Freezer, they must survive and turn from scoundrels into heroes.

AKA there's a land north of Calorum called the Freezer, which is something of a penal colony for the Bulb's enemies. In theory, they are sent to join the Bite's Watch at Castle Snack, tasked with protecting Calorum from ancient monsters in the north, but really it's to get rid of people they don't want to deal with. Which is exactly what happened to our heroes:

(the 1st 6 are heroes, the last 2 are NPC's)

First is Angelo Wheaton, an Angel-hair pasta cleric from Ceresia. Raised in an offshoot family, that worships the Flying Spaghetti Monster. He's a tempest cletic, weilding both the Wet Noodle and the Ravioli shield, but you wouldn't know it by his attitude. He's more of a flirt, and was sent here for flirting with a Bulbian Archbishop's daughter (but really, how was Angelo supposed to know? Archbishops take a vow of celibacy, they shouldn't HAVE daughters). He's trying to make the best of this, flirting his way through the Bite's watch, but this whole Rot thing is Really Scary.

Then there's Bob Skewer, a Kabob hunter from the Blood Swamps of the Meatlands. He's...not the brightest, but he's good with the land. Didn't understand why the Bulbians were so upset that he hunted on their lands. It's all nature, innit? But he doesn't understand Bulbian stuff much anyway as he worships the Great Boar. He's a master hunter with his Meat Fork, the Charred Carver, and wants to protect creatures and people alike. Doesn't really know what's going on most of the time.

Next is Bonny Brach, a Bon Bon from the Candian Mountains. She's an older lady, and while she's definitely a heretic worshipper of the Sweetening Path, more specifically The Muffin Man, but no one's...entirely sure why she's here? She kinda volunteered? but who would do that? What could she possibly want? No one's really sure, fascinated by the seemingly crazy lady. Unlike most wizards, she uses a warhammer called the Starbasher which doubles as her magic focus.

Claire Margerine was a former pirate, and now a lethal marauder. She was left stranded and culpable for stealing the Lost Buttercow Statue from the Bulbian temple in Lacrimoore, hidden away from the people who would worship it. She knows she was set up by her cohort, Mackenzie Craft, a mac & cheese person, and she swears vengeance. Filled with rage, she carries the Butter Knives, Sweet Cream and Salted. She has trouble working with other people, but gets taken in by her friends.

The Bite's Watch rarely gets such a trained warrior as Marie Malade, a commander in the Fructaran army. She used to be pretty neutral on the bulb, worshipping instead the Golden Apple. However, when a Primogen was getting pushy with one of the soldiers under her command, she stepped in. One thing led to another, and that Primogen did not make it. Marie went away without complaint, though wouldn't change anything, and anyone who hurts her comrades should be warned before they are on the other side of her greatsword, Sharprind.

Finally, there is the Asparagus Druid, Peryn Spears, who lived deep in the Vegetanian Forest. He was offended by the Bulbian's destruction of the forest for it's resources and making temples in their place, and so was arrested for eco-terrorism. He is often quiet, but he is full of the power of the wilds, weilding both the Zucchini Shield and Spearmint. He has seen visions in the tea leaves, something big is coming, and there is a great destiny awaiting them.

I think if/when any character dies, they are revived as zombies, but saved by The Compost (as worshippers not of the Bulb), though the issue is that they can never again leave the Freezer. Everyone will have a modded mini that is their zombified form.

Episode 1: Highfrost is Coming--Character intros, suspicions about the bulb, and Oh No Zombies!

Episode 2: Snack Attack!--Castle Snack is attacked by zombies, only strongly affected by magic and magic weapons. Fascinating!

Episode 3: Walk-in to the Freezer--Commander Crust, in charge of the Bite's Watch, leads an entourage into the depths of the Freezer. They meet up with Frozen Foods who live out here, but they are traveling south to avoid the Rot. There are legends, though, of something deep under the frost.

Episode 4: De-frost De-caves--The Bite's Watch finds the Lost Mushroom caves, but must turn on the lost Oven Light of The Muffin Man to wake up the Kingdom and save them from the dreaded Rot trolls, giants, and mounds of zombies.

Episode 5: Mush-room for Improvement--The Mushroom people tell them of how all the spirits are real but change the bulb's power into something new. However, the bulb is now failing, and if it does, Rot will spread across the land. They must now go and Change the Bulb, or they will all succumb.

Episode 6: Change in Power--the heroes face demons of The Rot, zombies, and many other undead, and must protect and save the new bulb to change it out, and in so doing, infuse it with their own hopes and dreams that will spread out into the world through every person's magic.

@BRENNAN LEE MULLIGAN CALL ME! I have stats for all these characters. I have stats for their weapons. I have NPC's. I have the battles more planned out than this. pleaaaase.

#a crown of candy #dimension 20 #dropout tv #collegehumor #OC #is this a fanfic?#I mean not technically #but damn

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amethystpath-writes · 4 years ago

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(3) Part 3

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abhorrentafterdeath · 3 years ago

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TAB IN/TAB OUT “LANGUISH IN OBSCURITY” c30 AAD113 - KADAVER “A WOLF IN WOLF’S CLOTHING” c30 AAD114 - HANA HARUNA “PLAYTIME” c30 AAD115 - KNURL/PHOLDE “POWER OF THE ELEMENTAL FORCES” c40 AAD116 - BETON TAGE “FORMLESS” c40 / CD REISSUE AAD117 - PALE WORLD “UNREQUITED” c30 AAD118 - JANKY FUNERAL “MOIST CRACK HOUSE” c20 AAD119 - TORTURE GARDEN “SHE WHO INVITES” c30 AAD120 - APOCALYPSTICK “YOUR SISTER” c30 AAD121 - CUMSLEG BORENAIL “EVERLASTING SCRAPE” c30 AAD122 - DRESSING “MORNING TERROR, EVENING WELL” c40 / CD REISSUE AAD123 - HALDORSEN “LEAVES” c30 AAD124 - LENA LENORE “THE LITTLE THINGS” c86 AAD125 - VARIOUS “HNW WILL NEVER DIE, BUT YOU WILL” c100 AAD126 - LONELY WOMAN GOES TO KILL “STRAY BULLET/COFFIN NAIL” 3xc86 AAD127 - HEAD WOUND SADISM “PHLEBOTOMY LIFESOURCE” c20 AAD128 - MALIGNA CEREBRA “FIXATION” c20 AAD129 - BLOOD OF CHHINNAMASTIKA “HYMN TO BAGALAMUKHI” c28 AAD130 - MACRONYMPHA “THE SPECTACLE OF RAVISHING OUR MAIDENS” CD REISSUE AAD131 - GOVERNMENT ALPHA “BLOODY SLUMBER PARTY” CD REISSUE AAD132 - CIRCUIT CORRUPTER “DESTRUCTIVE MAELSTROM” c23 AAD133 - SCUM “BROWN AND WHITE” 7″ LATHE CUT / c12 AAD134 - BODY STRESS “RITUAL HUMILIATION ON A GRAND SCALE” 10″ LATHE CUT / c20 AAD135 - TANTRIC DEATH “YOUNG WIFE BENEFITS” 7″ LATHE CUT / c12 AAD136 - DEAD DOOR UNIT “HISS SAVAGE” c50 AAD137 - HNRTR “BREAKTHROUGH PAIN” c20 AAD138 - MALLARD THEORY “DECONSTRUCTED PORCELAIN DUCK MACHINE” c30 AAD139 - PARACUSIS “MIRROR DOME” c20 AAD140 - JUTE “TBA” CD AAD141 - DRESSING/PIERCING SPLIT 7″ LATHE CUT AAD142 - DOSIS LETALIS/KNURL SPLIT c40 AAD143 - SISYPHUS “TBA” c30 AAD144 - JAMES NATHAN POWELL “BEAUTIFUL BEFORE BIRTH” c90 AAD145 - NILS DACKE “KOPPARKRONA” c30 AAD146 - GRUEL “ARROGANTLY ASSUMING WE ARE SUPERIOR TO THE BACTERIA TRYING TO ANNIHILATE US” c10 AAD147 - INHÓSPITO “FORENSIC MANIFESTATIONS” c10 AAD148 - PEKING CRASH TEAM “SOMMAR I PEKING” c20 AAD149 - TORBA “TREPTOW TAPES” CD AAD150 - HINGST “TBA” CD AAD151 - CACKLE CAR “150 DECIBEL CRACKS” c30 + SHIRT AAD152 - MORGAN HALL “MALIBU HILLS SOLAR ECLIPSE” c38 AAD153 - TONY CURTIS “TC2″ c56 AAD154 - FREEBASS “RUMBLE” c20 AAD155 - IKEBANA “2ND & 3RD ARRANGEMENT” c60 AAD156 - STANDARD GREY “BOX OF RAIN” c30 AAD157 - RURAL NOISE “HORSE ALGEBRA” c40 AAD158 - CREPUSCULAR ENTITY “TBA” c60 AAD159 - H’ST/PRINCESS ARMY WEDDING COMBAT SPLIT c30 AAD160 - GENOPHOBIA “COMING OF AGE” CD AAD161 - VESSEL OF FLESH “TBA” CD AAD162 - SOMA “TBA” c50 AAD163 - URUG “TBA” c40 AAD164 - LITHIUM SPIT “SELF EXTRACTION” c20 AAD165 - ERRAT “HALBRAUM AUFNAHMEN” c30 AAD166 - TBA VINCENT DALLAS PROJECT c30 AAD167 - GEMENGUNG/MORGAN HALL SPLIT c??

CDr SERIES:

AAD-CDR-01 - VARIOUS “HIDDEN PROMULGATION” AAD-CDR-02 - GALATEA “CITY OF WOMEN, HUMAN ARCHITECTURE” AAD-CDR-03 - SCHIZOPHRENIC GENIUS “I CAN’T ESCAPE MYSELF” AAD-CDR-04 - DEATH GLAZE “DESPAIR IN THE GUTTER III” AAD-CDR-05 - COMA WINDS “URAGANI MORTALI” AAD-CDR-06 - DULL WORLD “SUSPENDED IN NIHILISTIC TRANQUILITY” AAD-CDR-07 - SINGULARITY “BATHED IN LIGHT THAT CANNOT ESCAPE” AAD-CDR-08 - DRELLA “POP ART” AAD-CDR-09 - RIEN “ANOTHER CONTACT MIC RECORDING” AAD-CDR-10 - GRAVURE GIRLS “SAKI” AAD-CDR-11 - FLESHLICKER “TRAUMATIC AMPUTATIONS” AAD-CDR-12 - TWIN APERTURE “SURF PARABOLA” AAD-CDR-13 - DOSIS LETALIS “LAYERS OF LIES” AAD-CDR-14 - LENA LENORE “NATURE” AAD-CDR-15 - COFFIN VOMIT “MANCHESTER/OCTOBER 1977″ AAD-CDR-16 - IKEBANA “1ST ARRANGEMENT” AAD-CDR-17 - RURAL NOISE “ZOOL FOGO” AAD-CDR-18 - SAINT ELISABETH “MADONNA OF THE HARPIES” AAD-CDR-19 - KOOBAATOO ASPARAGUS “GREATIST HITS” AAD-CDR-20 - 36° N, 94° W “AMPLITUDE MODULATION TRANSMISSIONS” AAD-CDR-21 - THAR DESERT “CRATERA” AAD-CDR-22 - ASAT “OVERCAST” AAD-CDR-23 - SHARED SUFFERING “ATTITUDE ADJUSTMENT” AAD-CDR_24 - ORCA “THE KILLER WHALE” AAD-CDR-25 - VARIOUS “LIFE IS FUCKING STUPENDOUS!” AAD-CDR-26 - DEAD VEIN “INTRAVENOUS TERROR” AAD-CDR-27 - SOBBING. “TIKTOK LIVE” AAD-CDR-28 - INARTICULATE “PERSPECTIVE MANIPULATOR” AAD-CDR-29 - LAST ACTION “VILE CONDUCT” AAD-CDR-30 - ROLLERCOASTER “SELF-TITLED AAD-CDR-31 - TAKESHITA “THE EARLY FILMS OF SHINYA TSUKAMOTO” AAD-CDR-32 - GONOCOCCUS “SESSIONS #10-15″ AAD-CDR-33 - CRISTIAN USAI “TBA” AAD-CDR-34 - MASTER GRAVE SERVICES “TBA” AAD-CDR-35 - DESTROY DATE “THE TEARDOWN SESSIONS” AAD-CDR-36 - KNEIFFI “TBA” AAD-CDR-37 - VIOLEER “TBA” AAD-CDR-38 - RDKPL “TBA” AAD-CDR-39 - UOERHE “KITCHEN FLOOR HALLUCINATIONS”

DIY SERIES (ALWAYS IN PRINT):

VOL. 1 AAD-DIY-01 - CHAMBER OF TAPEWORMS “OTOCEPHALIC ENCRYPTION OF NON-SOLIPSISTIC BLOATING & REBIRTH” c40 AAD-DIY-02 - UNSIGNIFIED DEATH “SOURCES OF DEFILMENT: EXCREMENTS & MENSTRUAL BLOOD” c40 AAD-DIY-03 - FLESH SHUDDERING “IRON REEK OF SEX, SWEAT & RECTAL MUCUS” c25 AAD-DIY-04 - DULL WORLD “SOLITUDE IS AN ACQUIRED TASTE” c40 AAD-DIY-05 - NILS DACKE “TILLAGNAD GUNDEVAR GROPE” c30 AAD-DIY-06 - MAGPIE CEMETERY “A DRAGON RESEMBLING MAN” c30 AAD-DIY-07 - RAM VENTILATION “MINDBLEED” c25 AAD-DIY-08 - NEW GRASPING MACHINA “DISEMBOWELED BY A MECHANICAL PRESENCE” c20 AAD-DIY-09 - TWIN APERTURE “VARIATIONS ON SUICIDE” c30 AAD-DIY-10 - KOKON “INCORPORATIONS” c30 VOL. 2 AAD-DIY-11 - BIBLE BELT “SELF-TITLED” c40 AAD-DIY-12 - NO VISITORS “HELL STAYS OPEN ALL NIGHT LONG” c30 AAD-DIY-13 - GEMENGUNG “FORCED COLLAPSE” c30 AAD-DIY-14 - HARM SIGNALS “MALADAPTIVE” c30 AAD-DIY-15 - I DISCERN “GOD’S LAMB” c20 AAD-DIY-16 - COMPOUND BUNKER “CHURCHYARD SHADOW” c30 AAD-DIY-17 - BULK CARRIER “CSL-WELLAND” c20 AAD-DIY-18 - SECRET HISTORIAN “COLD MEAT IN PARIS” c40 AAD-DIY-19 - COFFIN VOMIT “AN INFLUX OF DEATH STENCH” c40 AAD-DIY-20 - IDLER “TESTICLE THEFT” S/SIDED c40 VOL. 3 AAD-DIY-21 - WILLOWBROOK “TOMORROW’S DREAM” c30 AAD-DIY-22 - CRISTIAN USAI “VISCERA” S/SIDED c40 AAD-DIY-23 - REACHING NEEDLES “UNREST” c30 AAD-DIY-24 - HERMIT KINGDOM “AFTERLIFE MENAGERIE” S/SIDED c40 AAD-DIY-25 - WINTER RITUAL “SACRIFICIAL BLESSINGS” c30 AAD-DIY-26 - MORAL FAILING “SACKLER FAMILY ANNIHILATOR” c30 AAD-DIY-27 - DUMMY RIFLE “1900″ c20 AAD-DIY-28 - EX GOD “STATELESS” c40 AAD-DIY-29 - GUT EATER “MEMORIES OF DISFIGUREMENT” c30 AAD-DIY-30 - CUM GUTTER “SELF-TITLED” c30 contact/order: [email protected]

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Round 2: Titus Mede II

Writer Titus Mede II ‘s entry for August 2021

ANTONIO ALBUS AURELIUS XVII sat in a chair bearing his name. He was waiting in a dark, seemingly infinite room, remembering neither why he was there nor how he got there. He concentrated hard, trying to think back to remember anything that could help him figure out what the Hell was going on. He could vaguely remember… robes? A stick? No, think harder… a beard? Nothing useful came to Antonio’s poor, empty head. Indeed, it was as empty as this void he was sitting in. But then—

“Bad morning to you,” said the dark-clad man, who had just entered the room from a doorway that had not existed a second earlier. The man was rather large, and after closing the door and turning around, Antonio got a proper look at him. He had a large mustache and an extremely fancy three-piece suit, though the fabric seemed impossibly dark. He had a large hat atop his head, and underneath the brim were his unsettling silver eyes. The look of him gave Antonio a feeling of visceral fear, though he could not tell why.

“Oi, you this pompous Aurelius sounding fella?” asked the man, who spoke in a thick Cockney accent.

“Yes, I am Antonio Albus Aurelius XVII. Where am I?” asked Antonio Albus Aurelius XVII.

“Well, ‘Antonio Albus Aurelius XVII’ — mind if I call you Tony? Nah, of course you don’t — you have been lucky enough to arrive here, in Hell, where you shall spend the rest of eternity being tortured in my district of New Los Angeles! Oh, but I suppose you won’t understand that reference.”

“What in G— in G— what? What in Go—“

“Oh, you can’t say that name here. Don’t even try. It’s a bit petty, if you ask me, but it’s not up to me! Anyway, my name is Tommy. I’m here to answer any questions you have before you are sent into New Los Angeles.”

Though Tommy’s blasé nature made him feel somewhat less uncomfortable, Antonio was rather confused. He had no idea what this “New Los Angeles” is, or how he had ended up in Hell. “Well,” he started, “for starters, I can’t remember a thing about my life on Earth. What exactly did I end up doing to get down here?”

Tommy chuckled. “Oh, where do I start? First of all, practicing the Arcane Arts is an instant no-no to the Big Man Upstairs. Massacring an entire village probably didn’t help either. But what threw you over the edge was definitely the time you—“

“No, no, this has to be some sort of mistake. I didn’t do any of this stuff, I’m a good man! There has to be some sort of trial, or appeal, or something! This isn’t fair!”

“Fair? Tony, you’re in Hell, there is no more ‘fair’. Except Jimmy’s ‘Fun Fair of Fantastical Flying Feet’, were you are mercilessly pelted by— you know, I should stop getting so sidetracked, I’ve got 12,000 other people to orient after you before my shift is over. No, Tony, there’s no appeal, there’s no trial, and I think I’ve answered all of your questions. So peace out, and make sure you follow my TikTok when you get to the Social Media Torture Tower!”

Antonio started to object. “Wait, you haven’t answered my—“ but before he could finish, Tommy was gone, instantly returning through the doorway that had been there a second ago. He was now immensely confused, perhaps even more so than before. However, before Antonio had any time to think about what just happened, or why the demon was so well dressed, he was suddenly sucked through space to another location in the most painful way imaginable.

“Ianuae Magicae!” he shouted instinctively. The pain and the sensation of movement stopped; he had broken through whatever ethereal force had been moving him, and was in what appeared to be an infinitely large library. Antonio scoffed. “Another damned infinitely large room? And full of books? What, is this some kind of nerd kingdom? I’ve just gotta find a way out of here.”

“The exit’s over there,” someone said behind him. Antonio turned around quickly, and was greeted by the sight of a normal librarian, albeit looking extremely tired.

Antonio narrowed his eyes, not knowing what to expect. “Excuse me?”

“You want to leave the library, right? So instead of wandering around and making a racket, there’s the exit. Now get out and let me get back to re-reading the end of the Eragon trilogy, it’s the least terrible thing in this library.”

Antonio didn’t want to be in the vicinity of anyone who would even think of reading something like that recreationally, so he took her advice and left through the doorway she pointed out. He then found himself in an infinite-looking corridor, which looked like something right out of a 1980s office building. Antonio started walking aimlessly, but what seemed like hours later, he was still going down the same corridor with no end in sight. Fed up with his predicament, he opened the nearest door and went in. It turned out to be an elevator, so he clicked on the top level and waited.

When Antonio’s eyes finally opened, he could not quite understand what he was looking at. It seemed he had fallen asleep during the impossibly long elevator trip, but having arrived at the top, he was now seeing a gigantic, gothic-styled room that was entirely colored in black with red accents. The wall to his right was one giant, uninterrupted window, with a red hue shining from the outside. In front of the middle of the window was an ominous looking throne and a desk, with a villainous chandelier hanging above. Running out of adjectives to describe this room, Antonio noted the oppressive and boiling hot atmosphere inside the room before stepping inside. He sat down at the throne and started going through the desk, finding many files that seemed to detail the various operations of Hell. Antonio finally realized… he was sitting in the Devil’s chair.

“That’s kinda neat-o,” he thought to himself. As anyone would, he immediately went to look for his file. “Hmm, ‘Antony A. Augustine’, ‘Anthony A. Andreas’… ah, here we go, ‘Antonio A. Aurelius'! Oh, of course there are 17 of them… there it is: ‘Antonio A. Aurelius XVII’”

Antonio opened his file and was shocked to see the photograph inside. He saw a picture of a rather horrific looking man, with a gaunt and sickly looking face, terrible hair, and unsettling eyes. Shrugging this disturbing revelation aside, he looked back into the file and started reading it. “Antonio Albus Aurelius XVII, born in 13th century Tuscany? Exemplary record… lived a nearly flawless early life? If only he hadn’t chosen to become a necromancer!?”

This deeply shook Antonio Albus Aurelius XVII. Though it turned out Tommy had been exaggerating, as Antonio had apparently lived a good life outside of necromancy. Nobody had liked him of course, being a heretic necromancer who looked like some kind of cheap horror movie character, but Antonio had still provided valuable services when people had needed them. “I shouldn’t be here,” he thought. “I should be up in Heaven. I can only imagine how many other mistakes like this have been made…”

Antonio looked around some more and found a computer in Satan’s desk. He wouldn’t have thought that they used computers in Hell, but it made more and more sense the more he thought about it. Naturally, Satan’s password was “password”, and Antonio decided he would take advantage of the situation to implement some cosmic justice. He would bring balance to the universe, being a righteous man given the power of God.

After typing in a few commands, Antonio hit the return key like it had owed him money. Satisfied, he got up and turned around to look out of the massive panoramic window. He could see a vast ocean of lava, with a coast that was blackened and rocky, looking inhabitable and yet lit up with the bright lights of many settlements, which were all doubtless places where the residents of Hell were tortured. As he watched, he saw hundreds of bright beams of light flash from the muddy red sky straight down to the ground. He smiled to himself, just as he heard a colossal crash behind him.

“What in the Hell,” bellowed the Devil, “has conspired here?” The Devil walked into the room, the ruined remains of the main door behind him. His voice sounded of pure power, with an impossibly booming level of bass that Antonio could feel in his bones. He was the size of 3 men, with a large forked tail and two large horns protruding out of his forehead, which was maroon, matching the rest of his body. “I’m taking my first vacation in millennia, enjoying my time in San Diego, when I’m informed that some unauthorized low-life scum is in my personal office? And not just any unauthorized low-life scum, a resident?”

The Devil looked Antonio up and down, his glowing red eyes seeming to see straight into every cell in Antonio’s body. His sharp teeth became visible through his grin, then he started laughing. “Antonio Albus Aurelius XVII? You’ve just made your stay here in Hell… so much worse.”

With a motion of Satan’s hands, Antonio was restrained by some glowing red binds. Before Satan could continue, an extremely fit man dressed in white robes blasted straight through the panoramic window with contempt. He had short black hair with piercing, almost luminescent blue eyes. His clean-shaven jaw looked sharp enough to use as a weapon, and everything about him made Antonio feel inferior in every way. Even looking at the man for too long started to make his eyes hurt. Effortlessly hovering in the air, now with no discernible expression of emotion, he went over to Satan and looked him straight in the eyes. Satan, on the other hand, was seemingly unable to hold his gaze, and looked away.

“The Lord would like to express His dissatisfaction with you, Lucifer,” he said matter-of-factly in an extremely posh-sounding British accent, his voice sounding impossibly clear and extremely commanding. “There is a holy pact that has gone back to the founding of the universe. I know your kind doesn’t take kindly to any amount of reason or honor, but even I didn’t expect you to do something like this.”

Before the intimidating-looking man from Heaven could continue, Satan interjected. “I have done nothing of the sort, knave! This is the work of this dark magician, Antonio Albus Aurelius XVII.”

The man from Heaven turned around and sighed heavily. “Please, you expect me to believe that? You lot really are pathetic.”

Satan growled with irritation. He turned to Antonio. “What did you do?” he asked in a low, hushed voice.

Antonio smiled to himself and puffed up his chest, entirely overconfident and forgetting his place. “I have done what you are either too evil or too unintelligent to do,” he said, looking at both Satan and the well-dressed man from Heaven, the latter of whom immediately raised his eyebrow. “I have sent the best half of all people in Hell to Heaven. These people did not deserve to be here. They made mistakes in life, yes, but were ultimately good people.

The immaculately dressed man from Heaven scoffed. He turned to Lucifer and said, “Do you take the Lord and all of us in Heaven for fools, expecting us to believe this utter shamble? Could you have not picked a more convincing low-life to take the fall for you?”

“I know nothing of the situation!” Satan shouted angrily. He started storming over to the computer. Antonio stood by, unflinching, in total confidence that he had done the right thing.

“I mean, seriously,” continued the really very fancy looking man from Heaven. “If you’re going to come up with some pathetic excuse, don’t pick one we will so obviously know isn’t true. There has been no such influx of your heathenry to Heaven. Spending so much time down here really does reduce God’s creations to absolute worthlessness.”

Antonio was confused upon hearing this. How did none of the people he freed show up in Heaven? And why is the man from Heaven so rude? All of a sudden, he heard a bellowing roar from Satan, who promptly punched him with cosmic force. Antonio flew across the room, before hitting a television mounted on the wall. The force of the impact completely destroyed the TV, and Antonio was now lying on the ground reeling in pain.

“Do you realize what you have done!?” Satan was furious. “You will burn in the deepest circle of Hell for all eternity—I will torture you myself!”

The impeccably dressed man from Heaven scoffed again. “Are you seriously pretending to not know what happened? A man of God such as myself will not be so easily fooled by your pathetic tricks, Lucifer.”

“Don’t call me that! And you—” he turned to Antonio, who was now entirely aware that he was little more than an ant compared to everyone else in the room, then continued. “All you have done is send the WORST half of all people in Hell back to EARTH!”

The man with a perfect sense of fashion from Heaven interjected before the Devil could continue. “Finally, you admit to your wrongdoings, you traitorous wretch! I trust you realize that this surely means war, I was sent here to find out why this has happened and I have found no compelling reason whatsoever!”

The Devil sat still for a moment. “I suppose there is nothing else to be done in this situation.” He picked up a mobile phone and started typing an angry Tweet announcing his intentions. After he finished, he moved over to his desk, where he drafted and signed a document that was naturally written using someone’s blood. Probably someone who hated pens, documents, or both. He then got up and handed it to the hovering man from Heaven.

“A declaration of war? I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised, coming from such animals as you. I shall take this up to the Lord Himself, who shall surely destroy you once and for all. See you never,” he said, before flying straight out of the window and disappearing into the sky, sending a sonic boom echoing throughout Hell. Satan then turned to face Antonio, who was nowhere in sight.

Antonio, still in disbelief that he had manage to slip away undetected, was running as fast as he could to try and get as much distance between himself and the Devil as possible. Unfortunately for him, he wasn’t looking where he was going, and ran straight into a guardrail with enough speed to flip straight over it, helplessly falling straight into some sort of magic portal that was stationed several miles below.

Antonio awoke again, though this time instead of being presented with the depressing sight of Satan’s office, he could feel a pleasant breeze on his face and grass beneath him. Sitting up, he looked around to see grassy rolling hills with a city in the distance. The view was short-lived, though, as soon a large aircraft dropped a gigantic bomb, destroying the entire city in one blast. Not ten seconds later, a missile shot up from the top of a faraway hill, striking the plane and destroying its wing. The plane faltered, then fell out of the sky, crashing down into a field with all of its explosives onboard, causing an even more massive explosion that wiped out a nearby town. Antonio heard gunfire behind him, and turned around to see two armies fighting each other. The two armies ran at each other and Antonio could only imagine the ridiculous amount of bloodshed going on.

Suddenly, amidst the fighting of the two armies, a giant red portal opened up out of the Earth. Soldiers started falling in, only to come flying back out impaled on the horns of giant red demons that had erupted out of the portal. The demons landed on the ground and promptly started tearing both armies to pieces. Before Antonio could even comprehend what was happening, another giant white portal appeared in the sky. Hundreds of people who looked similar to the man from Heaven he saw earlier flew out like Supermen, some riding on giant chanting chariots, all of them without any weapons at all. The demons, seeing this, roared with ferocity and left into the sky to fight them, with the humans, now fighting side by side on the ground, shooting at their backs. The angels and demons met some thousand feet off the ground, combining cosmic blows that destroyed everything on the ground for miles. It seemed as though each angel could easily destroy a hundred demons at a time, but more and more demons kept appearing. More and more fighting was happening, clearing away anything and everything else in the sky, and knocking Antonio hundreds of feet along the ground even though he was far, far away from the fight.

Stunned, Antonio sat up again, ears ringing and completely covered in dust and debris from the blasts in the distance. Through his blurred vision he looked around him. The countryside was destroyed, and the cosmic forces were nowhere to be seen, surely having moved the fight elsewhere. Antonio tried to stand, but his body was too sore from being thrown about. He blacked out.

Antonio awoke once more, and now was greeted with the sight of a hospital. The inside of a hospital, that is. In fact, now that he’s waking up properly, Antonio noticed that this hospital was completely overcrowded. The nurse came over and looked him up and down. “I’m not sure why you’re still here, but get up and get out. Go down the hall and to the left.”

He wasn’t particularly surprised by her rudeness, given the circumstances, so he got up and went down the hall she mentioned. Even in the hall, there were bandaged people strewn all about the ground. “This is truly apocalyptic,” Antonio thought to himself, trying not to think about how he had caused it all. Upon reaching the end of the hall, he decided that he was a maverick, and went right instead of left. After a short walk, he found himself in what appeared to be a recruitment center.

“Another recruit— oh, God, you’re an ugly one aren’t you?” noted a man with an extremely well-featured face was sitting at a desk. “Never mind that, all able-bodied discharges go through there,” he said, pointing to a door just past his desk. Antonio, deciding that being a maverick hadn’t been very beneficial for him, elected to do as the man said. In a blur, he was given armor and a strange weapon, and loaded into a large metal carriage that seemed to drive itself with a bunch of other men, many of whom were covered in bandages. Antonio judged he was somewhere in the American Midwest, though the world had devolved into complete chaos as millions of the worst people who ever lived had been brought back to life.

From talking with the other soldiers, Antonio had learned that several major nations had been taken over by some of these people, who had immediately started violent wars in as many parts of the world as they could manage. Most large cities had already been destroyed by bombs they called “nuclear”, and now that the demons and angels were fighting each other, even more of the world had been completely destroyed. One soldier even said that Mount Everest had been completely leveled. Antonio was completely wracked with guilt, knowing he had caused all of this.

Suddenly the transport stopped, and the commander shouted to Antonio and his fellow soldiers to get out. Antonio got out and ran, before looking back and seeing a demon flying straight into his transport. An angel flew up and emitted a pure white beam of light from his bare hand, which shot straight into the demon and obliterated him.

“Children of God,” he started, turning to the soldiers. “Fear not, for the Lord shall protect you. Retreat to safety, and let us handle this threat.” He then rose into the air, and flew impossibly fast into the distance, causing a massive sonic boom that startled all the soldiers.

“What are we supposed to do now?” Antonio asked his commander.

The commander sat and thought for some time. “Listen,” he began. “We are completely outgunned in this fight. I think the flying man is right, we have no hope of defeating the enemy with what we have. There’s an old nuclear bunker 20 klicks that way.” He pointed to his left side, then continued, “Carry your weapons with you, let’s march.”

About 10 miles in, the march was disrupted. Right in front of the group, a demon came crashing down after being thrown what looked like hundreds of miles. Still disoriented, he opened his eyes and tried to look around.

“Fire! Fire! Give it everything you’ve got!” bellowed the commander. Every soldier opened fire, pumping hundreds of rounds into the demon. After what felt like 5 minutes of straight shooting, they let up. The demon looked as though he had merely been shot with a super soaker, and just looked at them. Seeing the terror on their faces, he smiled, and stood up, but then stopped after hearing a loud boom behind him. He turned around and couldn’t see anything, but suddenly an angel flew down out of the sky and kicked his head clean off. The angel turned to face the soldiers, and despite all of the brutal fighting, there wasn’t a single speck of dirt anywhere on her. Her long, flowing golden hair didn’t even look the slightest bit disturbed.

“You should all get to safety,” she said in what sounded like a Greek accent. “We are pushing the enemy back, but it’s still not safe to be out here. We will let you know when the demons have all been taken care of, and remember that you are all under the Lord’s eternal protection.” She then flew far up into the sky, until Antonio couldn’t see her anymore.

“Let’s keep marching,” said the commander. “The sooner we get to that bunker, the better.” They resumed the march, and only saw fighting happening in the distance for the rest of the trip. Upon arriving at the bunker, they turned on the radios and waited for their all-clear signal. And they waited. And waited some more. Until Antonio couldn’t bear waiting, and faded into darkness.

Antonio opened his eyes, as he had done many times after being stuck in that bunker. They waited 2 years for the all-clear signal, emerging from the bunker to see practically nothing left on the surface. The angels remained on Earth for some time to regenerate the natural resources that had been destroyed, then most left. The few who stayed provided support for some time, but then they left as well. Antonio traveled around for several years afterwards, trying to find somewhere proper to stay, but the world had largely been thrown back into the pre-industrial era. Nevertheless he persisted, traveling across the North American continent to help whom he could. Instead of necromancy, he learned healing magic to try and aid the people he came across along the way.

One day, Antonio found an old map of the United States. He instantly recognized most of the regions he had visited, but one area stuck out to him as strange. “Wyoming?” He’d never heard of this place, nor had he ever been there. He decided that this is where he would visit next, and after a few months of being on the road, he finally arrived and was shocked to see that it seemed entirely untouched.

After traveling into the city outskirts, Antonio looked around. Many people walked about freely with not a care in the world, all of them looking pristine in luxurious looking clothing. They reminded Antonio of the angels he had seen, though that must’ve just been how people looked right before the apocalypse. There were so many cars on the road that they actually had to stop and line up in turns to wait for each other, and all were driven by regular people rather than military personnel. Antonio looked back at the sidewalk and saw a man walking towards him. He held a small black slab in his hand that shone on his face, and was wearing very high quality clothing. Antonio walked up to him and grabbed his shoulder .

“What happened here?” Antonio asked, stunned at what he had just seen.

“Hey, what the hell? Watch yourself buddy, or I’ll call the police! Now I don’t know if you want any money or anything, but why don’t you go beg somewhere else instead of bothering me, ok?” He turned around and started walking away. Antonio grabbed his shoulder again, this time not letting go.

“What happened here? This place looks like it wasn’t destroyed in the war, that’s impossible!”

“War? What are you talking about? Are you pretending to be a time traveler or something? Or are you one of those people who like to play dress-up? And God, you reek, get away from me!”

Antonio grabbed him with both hands. “The war, the angels and the demons, it was years ago! Back in 2021!”

“Look, dude, I’m calling the cops. There was no ‘war’ in 2021, all that happened was the electrical grid crash and all the movies got canceled.” He started fiddling with his device, but then got frustrated and gave up. “And the damn cell service went to shit. But I’m pretty sure we would’ve noticed if there was a war.”

Antonio was in disbelief. “The rest of your country is destroyed! The entire world is destroyed! This state of ‘Wyoming’ is the only place left, and you don’t even know what happened?”  The man from Wyoming shrugged. “To be honest… we don’t really pay attention to the rest of the world. And they don’t pay any attention to us. What you’re saying… it would sort of make sense why all those movies never came out… do you have any photos of it on your phone?”  Antonio collapsed to the ground. “So what you’re telling me is,” he started, out of breath. “This place was left untouched… because everyone forgot about it?”

“Yeah, probably. I dunno, dude. I think I should probably call someone to come get you.” He started looking around, before pulling his glowing slab back out again.

“No, no… I don’t understand… just give me a moment.” Antonio lay down on the ground and covered his face. He could hear the murmurs of other pedestrians watching in confusion. Soon he sat back up and looked around, only to see a seemingly endless sea of faces in front of him. “Wait, no… please…” He turned to look at the man he had been speaking with, but he was no longer there.

The crowd parted, and two mustached men dressed in blue uniforms donning gleaming silver badges came through. Antonio couldn’t comprehend what was happening. They restrained him and put him in the back of a car. Antonio watched the surreal sight of the city pass him by; everything looked exactly as it must have been before the apocalypse. Antonio had not been in a car for many years, and the sensation of moving so fast was starting to make him sick.

Thankfully, the car stopped outside of a large, intimidating building. The uniformed men dragged him in and up to a woman standing by a desk.

“What is your name?” the woman asked him.

“I am Antonio Albus Aurelius XVII. I am from Tuscany of the 13th Century. I died and went to Hell, but accidentally caused the apocalypse when I tried to send half of the people in Hell to Heaven.”

“Oh, really? Here, walk with me, and you can tell me all about it.” Antonio started following the woman down the hallway.

“Yes. I’m a necromancer, you see. Or, I was. But that’s why I was in Hell. I somehow managed to get into the Devil’s offices, and on his computer I tried to send the best half of people to Heaven. It was a sort of cosmic justice, you know?”

“Oh, for sure,” the woman responded. Antonio could sense that she wasn’t particularly interested in the conversation, but he continued nonetheless.

“Yeah, so it turns out I got it backwards, I suppose. I sent the worst half of people to Earth, instead of the best half to Heaven. So this angel came down and Satan ended up declaring war, I suppose.”

“Angels and demons, eh? I’m all ears,” the woman said, completely uninterested.

“I managed to escape, and then I somehow ended up back on Earth. This was way back in 2021, of course, before the apocalypse. Which happened immediately after I returned. There were already nuclear wars and whatnot, but the war of the angels and demons really devastated the world, you know?”

The woman nodded. “Of course, we all saw it, right?”

“Yeah, finally, someone who knows what happened! So I ended up in a bunker during the war, for several years while the angels finished off the demons. Then I traveled around the country, I learned proper healing magic so that I could help people. Then I heard of this place, ‘Wyoming’, and came over here to check it out. You guys seem to be the only part of the world that was left untouched. It seems as though everybody forgot you existed.”

“Yes, we are used to that; that was a fascinating story, but we’ve arrived at your room. You can stay here as long as you like, you’ll be perfectly safe and taken care of.”

Antonio was startled, but very excited at this news. “Oh, thank you so much!” He eagerly rushed into the room, which was largely empty. “Hey, wait, this room doesn’t even have a—” He was cut off by the door closing and locking. The room was padded, and there was nothing but a light in the roof and a bed in the corner. Antonio knocked on the doors for hours, trying to get someone to talk to him, but nobody answered. Eventually, some food slipped through a hatch in the wall, and some time after that he was restrained and escorted to a restroom. He tried to talk to the guards, but they didn’t respond, and he was locked back in the room.

Eventually, Antonio lost track of the days, the months, then the years. One day, he fell asleep on his bed as he had done thousands of times before, but when he woke, he sat in a familiar black void. An invisible door opened, and he saw a familiar face come through.

“Well, well, well. If it isn’t Antonio Albus Aurelius XVII.” He laughed fiendishly. “We’ve been waiting for you down here. Let’s see…” He pulled out Antonio’s file, then continued, “Necromancy. Nasty business, that. But let’s just skip this part and get to the real juicy bit.” He licked his finger, then flipped the page. “Insurrection against the natural order. Impersonating the Devil. Unauthorized actions compromising the realm of Hell. Actions causing the release of people from Hell. Returning to Earth without permission. Actions directly causing the death of millions on Earth. And perhaps the worst of all: directly causing the Intergalactic Wyoming Empire to become the dominant human civilization—for the foreseeable future, at least. Seriously?” He leaned in closely, then continued, “they would never have known if you never went there!”

He slammed the file shut with a satisfied grin on his face. “There’s a special place down here for you. I don’t think any human has ever been there, so congratulations on becoming the first! You should take it as a compliment, really,” Tommy said, leaning back in his chair. He began fiddling with his mustache. “And I suppose I can use it as bragging rights. ‘Tommy, the torturer who was once assigned to the infamous Tony Aurelius!’ I like the sound of that!” He laughed again. “Oi, mind if I take a quick video of the two of us for my socials? I could use this cred’. And you’ll probably look disfigured forevermore once the Boss starts his work on you, so I should get in early y’know?”

Antonio, having not listened to Tommy for some time, did not respond, but only hung his head in shame. He didn’t know what was in store for him, but he did feel that he deserved it. He had officially become the worst person to have ever lived.

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Who: A necromancer with a heart of gold What: Causes the apocalypse When: The year 2021 Where: In Hell Why: To bring balance to the universe

#5w story #short story #writeblr #writing #titus mede ii #august 2021 #fiction #short fiction #apocalypse #death

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narutsuart · 5 years ago

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Updated Three Houses Top 10 Females List:

Just in time for International Women’s Day! I’ve been working on revising my list as much as possible in light of revisiting Three Houses, playing Ashen Wolves, and rethinking my love for each female character I put on my last list. I will this time do the my list from Tenth place to First place. Just a heads up my # 1 one spot has not changed so don’t expect some crazy surprise there.

Disclaimer: please don’t flame me or comment about how “WRONG” I am it’s just my personal opinion or preference. BE NICE! and maybe reblog or comment your favorite list if you’d like?

#10: Shamir:

My opinion Shamir literally has not changed. She is just a cool character, I love how despite her debt to Rhea she isn’t kissing Rhea’s ass like Catherine or Ciril. Did I mention I really don’t like them lol? She’s badass and she has an excellent character design. Perfect blend of sexy and badass.

#9. Bernadetta:

Bernie dropped another spot going from 8th to 9th. I still have an abundance of love for Bernie, and I want to protect her at all cost. I still hold the opinion that while she’s an absolutely hilarious character, she can still get repetitive and stale pretty fast upon replays. That being said when I was thinking of characters that might potentially drop to below my top ten I couldn’t reasonably see myself dropping her out of my top 10, as Bernie is still a genuinely enjoyable character, and I do have a soft spot for her.

#8. Sothis:

Unfortunately Sothis dropped down a bit no fault of her own, simply because I enjoy the ladies above her more. That being said I really do enjoy Sothis. Even though our time is brief with her, I really do love the snarky little goddess. It’s funny, last time I made this list I had gotten her Christmas altand expressed my excitement, but I didn’t have her Mythic version(aka original version). I just recently I finally got lucky, and pulled her Mythic version!

#7 Dorothea:

AHHH THE PITCH FORKS!! I’M SO SORRY!! I know! I know! WTF?! I honestly any think of a perfectly justifiable reason as to why Dorothea has dropped so low on my list. She went from 4th place to 7th place for those that don’t remember. I honestly feel disgusting for putting her so low....I absolutely adore her character, her design is absolutely stunning, and I still enjoy most of her supports, but honestly I can’t justify putting her any higher than the women above her on this list. Like many who have dropped lower in placement it’s of no fault of her own. I just happened to realize I love the women above her more. I still believe deserves all the happiness, love and care that she desires!

#6. Hapi:

Hapi is such a fucking gem, I don’t know if it’s just the dub but Hapi’s dialogue is just so ahead of its time period and I love it so much lol. She has some of the funniest quotes and her habit for nicknaming everyone is hilarious. I’m aware that it’s not a trait unique to her, but I’m of the opinion that her nicknames far surpasses Dorothea’s nicknames. Now if we we’re talking strictly design Hapi would place 4th out of entire female cast for me, and that’s impressive feat since Three Houses has an abundance of amazing designs. In fact if I was strictly talking design a lot of the placements on this list would actually change. For example Hapi would actually rank above Constance for me in terms of design, but is trumped by Constance in terms of character. I might do a separate list for “best” designs in the near future.

#5. Rhea:

I KNOW ITS BLASPHEMY I STILL have both Edelgard and Rhea in my top 5?!! As those who saw my last list can see Rhea’s placement has not changed. I love Rhea so much is because she’s the perfect foil to Edelgard. Rhea is an excellenty written character with a lot of emotional depth. She acts as a perfect foil for Edelgard’s character they are so similar yet so different. It also makes sense that she and Edelgard’s ideals would come to clash. I’m of the opinion that if Edelgard and Rhea just talked about their views it still would still not end well. Rhea sage guarded her fabricated history of Fódlan for a thousand years and would not just tell the truth because Edelgard called her out. She would’ve branded Edelgard a heretic and have her executed. That type of tranquil furry is honestly unsettling and I LOVE it. Btw the only reason she tells the truth in CS and VW is because in CS she doesn’t think she has much time left, and in VW she doesn’t have much time left and chaos is marching on Fódlan’s door. Likewise Edelgard would sympathize with Rhea’s past if she told the truth, but would insist that Rhea step down from power or tell the truth to the world which would still lead to conflict. I personally agree with Edelgard vision for Fodlan more, and personally think Rhea is unstable, and worst SOLE leader for Fodlan, but neither are evil people and I can empathize with their motives and reasons for doing the morally grey things they do. Neither of them “do nothing wrong” like people claim and in fact do a LOT wrong. It’s those wrong things they do that makes them intriguing characters, and more relatable. They also both have the potential to do so many good things for Fódlan depending on the route.

#4. Constance:

GOOD LORD Costance is truly a one of a kind. I was pro Constance since her design was first revealed in the Cindered Shadows DLC trailer. That being said never did I envision loving her THIS much! Her motivations are easily understandable, and her fall from grace makes even more sad when you realize that haughty attitude that she almost always has on display is due to her compensating for her lack of status. Constance is one of the funniest characters in the game to me and she came out AFTER the game lol. She’s an incredibly intelligent prodigy when it comes to all things magic yet she has this naivety that people are able to exploit like Yuri with the “bootlicking nobles” phrase. She takes it so literal that she tries it out for her self, and tries to make a way for the boots to taste better making it easier to lick their boots......I CANT EVEN!!... honestly Constance could top this list if it weren’t for her split personality..... don’t get me wrong her split personality when in sunlight can be funny every now and then, but honestly it does more harm to her character then helps it in my opinion. Her change in personality when in sunlight is implied that to be because of the trauma of the fall of House Nuevelle, but we never get any real explanation for it or anything implying she can overcome it. Its not expanded upon, and never treated seriously. In fact it’s played for laughs and it’s something people just accept as Constance just being Constance. I honestly felt Constance C rank support with Ferdinand was done so well. She calls him out for his usually insensitive comments about status and makes him regret his words immediately. I had so much respect for her in that moment, come the b-rank support she acts all submissive and praises the ground he walks on....which ruined the c-rank support for me tbh. That being said, as you can see based off her placement this trait of hers doesn’t ruin the character for me, just keeps her from being higher.

#3. Petra:

On a much lighter note, Petra is my 3rd favorite! If you notice she has dropped down from my second favorite spot. This is due to no fault of her own I, just happened to realize that I loved my number 2 spot more. With that being said Petra has still gotten the victory! Like I mentioned in my first list, Petra is just a delight. I love how she’s so dedicated, and always willing to learn. Funnily enough my initial expectation for Petra’s character pre-release was vastly different then what her actual character ended up being. She’s one of those character’s who’s design got revealed MUCH earlier than any details about her personality and her design gave me the impression that she was the aloof, intimidating, and serious type that doesn’t have time for making friends or fun. I don’t know if anyone else got this impression, but obviously I was wrong! Petra truly does remind me a lot of Starfire from the original 2003 Teen Titans tv show and kinda re-awakens that childhood cartoon crush in me lol. Petra is just awesome there’s not a single support I don’t like of her.

#2. Marianne

Now if you saw my old list you probably noticed that Marianne moved up a bit. Naturally I still love her design(I’m a sucker for light blue hair I think lol), but upon revisiting Three Houses I realized that leaving Marianne at 3rd place somehow didn’t feel adequate. Funnily enough she was technically the first person I S-ranked in Three Houses due to locking myself out of the Crimson Flower Route on accident. Honestly she has become my favorite character to S-rank in Three Houses even more so than my number one spot! Anyway my love for Marianne is very different for most character’s as she is one I feel can really relate to on very personal and emotional level. I’m gonna get real for a minute. I honestly I had been in bad place in my life recently. I had been feeling like the world has been crashing down on me. I have plenty of things to be happy for yet I often felt depressed. I’d often had “friends” call me out, saying I have no reason to be depressed, or that I have been blessed with so many things, and while I agree I’m very blessed, they couldn’t understand how I felt, as all they could provide was the view of an outsider looking in. While the action of suicide was something I never considered, I’d had been contemplating the value of my life or if it was really worth living. First want to clarify that I’m in MUCH better headspace than I was then. I definitely feel like I’m getting better. I have my ups and downs, but I’m currently making better friendships, I’m actively getting the help I need! I’ve always sympathized with Marianne, but now I can say that I really empathize with Marianne. When we take things at face value she seemingly had everything going for her, being brought up into the nobility, trained for success, and even having an extremely rare crest. By all means to an outsider looking in she had every reason to be happy. Of course while all these things sound nice especially in the context of the story they are in actuality a source for her depression. In her C-rank support with Ferdinand we see his confusion as to why Marianne dislikes being a part of the nobility. This support is one of the few times she expresses real anger, and is when expresses she never got to have what she saw as a normal life, she never wanted to be a part of the nobility and the weight and the expectations of being nobility was crushing her, as she had to adhere to standards of those around her. She was also taught to fear her crest as curse, so the blessing many commoners would be estatic to receive was thing she deemed as a curse. Over the course of the story and through her supports, Marianne begins to learn how to be more accepting of herself and gain more self-confidence. Naturally her timeskip appearance reflects this. She looks well-rested, expressive, and she genuinely seems more happy. I will never forget In her A-support with Byleth, that over the course of 5 years she had abandoned her depression and suicidal thoughts thanks to the genuine and long lasting friendship‘s she’s made and that she managed to uncover the truth of her heritage, and overcome the fear and hatred of her Crest. Her character arc is a very powerful thing to me, and is also example of what makes the 5 year timeskip so great. In addition to her character arc Marianne is just so cute, don’t get me stated on how adorable her habit of talking to animals is! Marianne is a fucking fantastic character and I love her so much.

EDIT: So I wanted to clarify that if I’m being honest Marianne and #1 spot are technically both tied as #1 me, and are so for very different reasons. For the sake of creating a Top 10 and to avoid a cop out list I chose to put her at second. To me Marianne is “BEST GIRL”. She’s my favorite female character to marry, she’s most endearing to me, she has like my third favorite female character design in all of Fire Emblem, and I relate to her on an emotional level. That being said this next character is “BEST CHARACTER” I like more for her role in the story, how her character is written, and how she was designed. Despite this I do not marry her NEARLY as often as Marianne. While I ship her with F! Byleth(OTP!) she’s not someone I personally would persue romantically. In other words Marianne is more my type and I tend to be biased with her while this next character is female character that I feel is the BEST WRITTEN and the female character I respect the most out of the cast.

#1. Edelgard:

Upon revisiting Fire Emblem Three Houses story as well as playing the Cindered Shadows DLC, nothing has changed, in fact my love and resolve for Edelgard has only been strengthened. I made a huge in depth posts for Edelgard a while back explaining her past, motives, and reasons for what she does. The posts had spanned multiple reblogs of details and clarification and I went over the typing limit in every single one. I won’t divulge further into all that. Like I mentioned last time I created my top ten list, aside from her being IN MY OPINION one of the best written female protagonists in Fire Emblem history, I absolutely love her design, its probably one of my favorite designs in all of Fire Emblem. That being said, If I had to say while she’s definitely close, she doesn’t have my all time number one favorite design, that spot goes to Azura from Fire Emblem Fates. Edelgard will always be my favorite Three Houses female character no matter what and I’m so happy she was brought into existence!

Well that’s my revised list, I had a lot of fun writing this list and I hope it was enjoyable for you guys to read as well! I would really love it if you guys comment or reblog with your own list of favorite Three House females! Y’know what?! Comment or reblog with your list of favorite females in the entire Fire Emblem franchise if you’d like! I’m very interested in seeing your lists Happy International Women’s Day!

#fire emblem #fire emblem three houses #fire emblem three houses cindered shadows #international women's day #edelgard fire emblem #fire emblem marianne #petra fire emblem #fire emblem constance #fire emblem rhea #fire emblem hapi #fire emblem dorothea #fire emblem women

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eeveecryptid · 4 years ago

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※ BORDERLANDS: PSYCHO EDITION

Various lines that Psychos have said through Borderlands 1-3 (not including the Pre-Sequel since they were called something else), feel free to change pronouns if needed. May include nsfw material.

“ Ahh, another victim! ” “ Another walking meat puppet! ” “ Come closer, I can almost smell you. ” “ I wonder what your face would look like on mine. ” “ I'm gonna squeeze you 'til you bleed blood! ” “ It's time to paint this body with blood! ” “ Just three more steps and I got me dinner. ” “ Keep walkin', keeeep walkin'. ” “ No, don't run away, I need your face! ” “ Strip the flesh, salt the wound! ” “ Why don't you come over here, I got a little present for you! ” “ Another story to sing to the cages at home! ” “ Bring me a bucket, and I'll show you a bucket! ” “ I can't wait to take your picture! ” “ I love you! ” “ Love me, hate me - It all tastes the same! ” “ I'm gonna beat you to life! ” “ I wonder, if I plant you in the ground, if you'll grow taller? ” “ I made you a salad outta worms! ” “ Let's agree to disagree! ” “ Look into my eyes when I stare at you! ” “ Look at me when I'm charging at you! ” “ Mommy dearest was the clearest until she lost her bearing, now she's rusted, and is busted, and out of sight and hearing! ” “ They told me to bring a pail lunch-- you look pale enough to me! ” “ This is prison and we're the guys in the shower! ” “ What does it all mean!? ” “ Will you marrow me? ” “ You smell like my little girl! ” “ My mommy's gonna be so mad! ” “ My mom looked at me that way, too! ” “ Mom always said to be thorough. ” “ I'm the one who knocks! ” “ For France! ” “ You can't kill me! I'm already dead tomorrow! ” “ STOP LOOKING AT ME! ” “ WHY ARE YOU YELLING?! ” “ NO NEED TO SHOUT! ” “ A flower? For me? ” “ I AM IMMORTAL! ” “ I like my victims like I like my coffee... in the butt! ” “ It's meat puppet master theatre! ” “ I can hear with my teeth! ” “ I wanna play! Just play with me! ” “ It's time for a good old fashioned slap and crap! ” “ I'll never stop until they flop! ” “ Just a drop! On my tongue! ” “ Slurp it! Drink it! Eat it! (sniff) Smell it! ” “ Slap the pancakes! ” “ Start the clock! I'm going to count every minute I get with you. ” “ Pluto's not a planet! ” “ Gimme my hit points back! ” “ I need a powerful man/woman! Right now! ” “ Wait! Come back! I won't eat you! Really! ” “ I see you! ” “ You can hide, but you can't run! Pussy! ” “ I think s/he's gonna play xylophone with my spinal cord! ” “ Bang-bang leads to smash-smash! ” “ Every time you shoot its head, another puppet loses its skin! ” “ Got my friend back! ” “ Time for a sleepover! ” “ Too much friendship! ” “ Mom says I can't see you! ” “ Bad friend! Such a bad friend! ” “ Ooohh, a shooting star! ” “ It's like a microwave meal! ” “ Weakness leads to deathness! ” “ That was my pasty cake! ” “ Goddammit! I had it all set up! All set up! ” “ Did I get some on my shoe?! ” “ No one touch that pile! It's mine! ” “ I feel like we grew apart since s/he died. ” “ But you'll miss tea time! ” “ High-five! Oh, you're dead. Sorry. ” “ If only my mom could see me now... ” “ No, you have a time out! ” “ Never gonna give you up-- ” “ End... quotes... death... gurgle... ” “ Bury me upside down! ” “ I've changed... I'VE CHANGED! ” “ I didn't do it! ” “ This isn't the last thing I'll say! ” “ My words will ring in your ears for miles! ” “ I regret nothing! ” “ I regret everything! ” “ My whole life was a joke. ” “ But the cakes we were going to bake! ” “ I cry every morning because the moon IS DEAD! ” “ I am a bad egg, and I came first! ” “ Now YOU scream! ” “ Who got your nose? ME! IN A MINUTE! ” “ Look at me goddammit! LOOK AT ME! ” “ THIS. IS SO. EXCITING! ” “ Look what I did! ” “ ABIDE TO MY VOICE! ” “ Are you jam? BECAUSE I LOVE JAM! ” “ For three easy payments of $14.99, you will belong to me! ” “ I planted a kazoo and it came out a vuvuzela...SKREE! ” “ I need some more zest for my lung salsa, cha-cha-cha! ” “ DID SOMEBODY ORDER ME? ” “ Such profit to be had! ” “ No! YOU'RE mostly crushed up children! ” “ Hope you enjoy my CASSEROLE! ” “ Give me a second and I'll take a whole hour! ” “ Hello little snail! WHERE IS YOUR HOUSE!? ” “ I don't believe in you! ” “ I'm not a cannibal, you're an animal! ” “ Make like a tree and...WHAT'S A TREE!? ” “ I'm going to make you shit so hard it'll stain your soul! ” “ Like a rock...BUT NOT! ” “ Don't stare at the entrance to my organ jail! ” “ Perishable by design, yet I still subsist! ” “ Fork this mask! I need a helmet! ” “ Oh... sis is going to shit all over you! ” “ And yet, I'm still sitting! ” “ Another shall be revealed to me soon. ” “I am older than you know. ” “ I'M NOT A DAMN CHILD! ” “ What's even real? ” “ I'm the face, and you're the mule! SCREW YOU, MULE! ” “ Remember to live life lightly! ” “ Though I shiver, my longing ends! ” “ You're a freak! ” “ Mister/Miss (name), tell me about the sky... ” “ I'm a basket made of gnomes! ” “ In my long sleep shall I awaken! ” “ Truly, all is permitted. ” “ Joke's on you, I soiled myself! ” “ I would have preferred a thank you! ” “ For (name), I would gladly shatter! ” “ It's a dog-eat-dog world. ” “ Put that experience to good use. ” “ This is turning out to be a real bummer. ” “ Good luck on your quest! ” “ That's it, you're out of book club! ” “ Circumstances dictate everything! ” “ See you in the sequel. ” “ Who dies screaming anyway!? ” “ Prison break...from the bone jail... ” “ Dream I dream and the construct shatters. ” “ My chili recipe dies with me! ” “ Tell my kids I wish they were born! ” “ So many things I never felt. ” “ I die, that the family may live. ” “ You fight better-- there, I said it. ” “ (Name)’s gonna drink soup out of your skull. Cold, like gazpacho. ” “ I get it now, we're all just a joke. ” “ I'm gonna live forever! ” “ (name) will protect me! ” “ This is gonna suck! ” “ Your scalp's my ticket to great wealth! ” “ You're out of your league, baby cakes! ” “ Present for you, you earned it! ” “ It's curtains for you! ” “ Fresh out of boom. ” “ The horror! ” “ This is gonna shit all over you! ” “ My suffering is yet incomplete. ” “ Sucker! Right in the kisser! ” “ You're gonna get purged, heretic! ” “ You look better with bullet holes! ”

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m39 · 2 years ago

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Doom WADs’ Roulette (2003): The Brotherhood of Ruin

You know what? After what I experienced with Scythe’s Fire and Ice, I think even Doomguy himself would like to take a vacation from hell spawns. Somewhere interesting, like some pyramids or something. Not the Egyptian ones, these were already visited a couple of times. But what about some ancient American shit left by Aztecs, or Olmecs, or Toltecs, or Mayans, or any other Mesoamericans that build these pyramids. I mean, what’s the worst thing that can ha-

Suddenly, your phone starts ringing.

Excuse me for a moment.

You pick up the phone.

Hello?

...

What’s that?

...

The demons are there too?

...

And the pyramids have demonic murals built on their walls?

...

The demons didn’t build them?

...

Okay, then. Thank you for the information. Have a nice day.

You put the phone down.

...

Poop.

#4: The Brotherhood of Ruin

Main author(s): Kristian Aro

Release date: 2001 (original release)/February 1st, 2003 (database upload)

Version(s) played: ???

Required port compatibility: Boom

Levels: 7

There is something interesting about The Brotherhood of Ruin. Not only in terms of its theme (that I mentioned above) but also in its release. While it is on the list of the Top 100 WADs of All Time in the 2003 roster, and it was uploaded to the database the same year, you might notice that something feels off when you take a look at the textfile and the date of making at the bottom of the title screen. And if you dig further and check out other websites that reviewed this WAD, you will find out that it was originally released around 2001, only later to be uploaded to the database in 2003.

Why was this WAD placed in the 2003 roster then? Maybe because it was completely unknown before the 2003 upload? Maybe there was no more room for the 2001 roster so the list’s main contributors put it in the 2003 roster due to the database upload? Or maybe-

Okay, you know what? That’s enough. If I’ll keep thinking and ranting about TBoR’s upload day we will be stuck here for ages. Let’s just take a look at the WAD itself now.

Since this WAD was actually released around 2001, I’ll partially try to go easy on it.

The Brotherhood of Ruin looks really damn good. I tend to be a sucker for some ancient civilizations’ architecture, and even though I’m not really that interested in Mesoamerican architecture, I was still fully amazed by it in this WAD.

For some of you, however, it might end up as somewhat of a chore to look at since after like the first two levels (at best), you have basically seen everything: temples, pyramids, valleys, underground systems, and other locations among stuff mentioned in wiki article about Mesoamerican maps. It’s the only style that you will see in this WAD.

Now look, as I said before, I like me some ancient architecture, so the theme of The Brotherhood of Ruin didn’t really feel monotone to me, but even I can notice that it might bore some people who aren’t into this stuff.

Changing the subject, the new music is pretty enjoyable to listen to. It really fits into this WAD’s theme, even the ones that weren’t created by Paul Corfiatis and two of these were borrowed from Heretic or Hexen. My favorite track is probably from MAP03, with MAP07 right behind it.

This WAD tends to slightly focus more on switch hunting, but I don’t think it ever goes too far. The maps tend to be medium-sized to big-sized, but honestly, if you will check every room clockwise style (or something familiar) on each fork, you won’t spend that long in each level, even if it is your first time playing it.

I would also be happier if the doors that require keys were showing more colors (for the lack of better words) to stand out from the normal ones. I think that only some of these tend to do that.

The Brotherhood of Ruin is somewhat of a medium challenge to finish. It can kick your ass in some places, but there is nothing that goes too far. I think I got numb to the hard challenges after WADs like HR, AV, and Fire and Ice map... that I beat days ago the third time.

This WAD has some dirty tricks in its sleeves, with ambushes and monsters having the high ground. But the hardest part was in the red key area in MAP07, where after grabbing the key, you end up sandwiched between two Arch-viles while they resurrect two Hoovies that you just killed. Other than that I can’t remember anything harder from this.

And I think that’s all what I can say about The Brotherhood of Ruin. Despite its problems, it’s another good WAD worth checking out. And the Mesoamerican theme only helps.

Not gonna lie folks, I’m really enjoying what the 2003 roster is offering so far, and it’s only four WADs by this point.

Now I do realize that the next WAD on the list is actually somewhat of a Frankenstein’s Monster of a PC port of Doom 64 with the subtitle Absolution (or just TC). But I’m gonna have to sadden you folks; I’m not going to review this fan-made port next. The reason for this is really simple: Doom 64 is an original game on its own with many of its mechanics being different from the Classic Doom. Plus, the Absolution port adds some additional monsters and levels. Describing all of this stuff would take forever, and I don’t like to take a very long time on a WAD or one of its episodes.

So here is the plan: Originally I was planning on making a month-long break from reviewing WADs, mostly due to reaching the end of Doomworld’s Top 100 WADs of All Time, not to mention the WADs that became addons for Bethesda’s Unity port of the Classic Doom. Now, I’ve decided to shorten the break to two weeks, and then review Doom 64 first (the 2020 port to be exact, not including the Lost Levels that came with the port), then the Absolution fan port and its added features. After that, I’ll take another two weeks of break. Then, I’ll start looking at the first Cacowards’ WADs (I won’t cover only the best 10, I can promise you that).

Anyway, that’s all I have to say for now. See you next time.

Bye!

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askatemplarchampion40k-blog · 6 years ago

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💛- A memory that makes them feel angry

Johan looked up at the ruins of the hive central spire. Great fires whisked around the hellish column of iron and steel that stabbed at the heavens. He sighed, and took up a canteen from his belt, satiating his thirst with some water. After days of fighting, his neophyte’s armor was battered and ruined. Traitors always died hard- if they were easy kills, there would be no need for astartes. The crusade here would be wrapping up soon, but this hive?

He looked at the ruins around him again.

This hive’s fate was looking grim.

“Johan.” the internal microbead asked.

“Jawohl, this is neophyte Johan. Do you need something Helmuth?”

“Come to my coordinates, alone. I have a lesson.”

Johan agreed, and did a quick bolter maintenance drill, checking the magazine and weapon- perfect as always. He jogged quickly down the warrens and streets- they had been cleared out hours ago, but he was wary of infiltration and ambush. Shortly, he came before a large building, but the function of the structure was a mystery as fire and battle damage had consumed its exterior turning it instead to a blackened husk of a place.

Johan stepped in.

“Im here mein herr. Alone as you say. No contacts.”

There was a slight pause, and Johan’s enhanced senses caught some muffled movement and a slight ‘thud’ one or two floors above.

“Third floor, second room to the right, boy.” Helmuth said, before cutting the line.

Johan moved as he asked. The hallways were a bizarre series of poorly made drawings, occasional motivational quotes, and colourful animals, with demonic eight pointed stars of the great enemy covering them over, and a painting or portrait of the arch-heretic of this hive in every chamber.

When Johan arrived, he found his master, Initiate Helmuth, standing in a door frame.

“Johan.” he said, not turning from whatever was in the room.

“Yes sir.”

“I need you to kill heretics today. It is a test.”

Johan was confused. He had been doing a lot of that lately, and with no complaint or issue.

“Naturally sir. And then we’ll move on to the next objective?”

Helmuth said nothing. There was muffled scuffling and moaning inside, perhaps even weeping?

Helmuth stood aside. “Before you shoot, look.” he said, gesturing Johan inside.

Johan did as commanded, his weapon raised, but did not like what he had found.

A young woman, probably in her 30′s lay dead slumped in the corner. a bloody trench knife lay just beyond her fingertips. Her skin was riddled with endless icons of the arch-enemy, stars, sigils heralding multiple dark gods, all manner of things discussed in the Liber Daemonicum. What was unusual was her civilian outfit, a fairly unassuming and normal looking one witha short skirt and a small well fitted suit-coat that probably fit nicely and looked smart at one point. Take away the scars, and she could have very easily been an up and coming middle class hiver, in the prime years of her life.

Johan’s gaze drifted from her, to a pack of children, huddled among themselves, somewhat malnourished probably from the siege. Some were as young as five years. Others closer to 10 or 11, and these older ones did their best to cover and protect the younger ones.

Johan was about to reach out and calm them, when he saw to his horror more important details.

Each child bore the mark of chaos taint. A five year old boy that cried softly was adorned with the pox tattoo of nurgle, and looked sickly indeed. The oldest girl showed the mark of slaanesh and flicked a long forked tongue at him. One or two had eyes of glowing blue energy, and were surely owned by Tzeentch.

Johan hesitated. He lowered his bolter, and glanced at Helmuth.

“Sir- I, they’re only ki-”

There was a blurr as a 9 year old boy with ripped clothes and a full face tattoo of Khorne yanked the knife from his teacher or caretaker’s dead hand and stabbed at Johan, plunging the knife into the marine’s exposed leg, before ripping it out and preparing to go again.

“Blood!” the boy screamed, giddy.

Johan’s reflexes acted for him, and in as little as three movements,slit the child’s throat with his own captured trench knife, before dropping both to the deck and fumbling with his bolter.

“They are not innocent any more.” Helmuth said, flatly.

“This is not a galaxy where a man can act wholly in the light. This is not a world where goodness and purity can save a corrupt soul. These young ones never had a chance Johan. They were born in wickedness and taken by it. Everything they know, everything they are, is corruption.”

Johan still couldnt, even as he bled from a fresh wound in the leg.

“They’re just children!” he shouted, boltgun moving from target to target, the children remaining deathly still.

“In this universe, you will be expected to kill children, weak, infirm, mutants and plague bearers who hold only love for the Emperor, injured and surrendering xenos, and even me, if I fall Johan.”

Johan said nothing.

“Do you understand? That is the OATH, the one YOU TOOK. You said you would destroy the emperor’s enemies? HERE THEY ARE. FIRE YOUR WEAPON.”

Johan shouted back. “They couldnt possibly hurt the emperor! They’re just kids!”

Johan heard a click. Behind him, Helmuth had placed his bolt pistol Johan’s skull.

“I can make it easy on you boy. The reports will say you died a casualty to enemy fire. I’ll have you posthumously made an initiate. You wont have to make the hard call ever again. Only me, and the emperor will know your weakness. Son, if you can’t do this- if you cannot become what the emperor and the universe needs, let me know. It will be painless.”

Johan froze, not sure what to do.

“Or.”

Helmuth spoke slowly.

“You can wake up. One of these boys just stabbed you. The little boy with the mark of nurgle- what will he grow up to be? A herald carrying new taint to unsuspecting villages? A plague zombie? A demon host? The tzeentchian children, what will become of them? Sacrifices for some eldritch daemon? Daemonhosts? Witch psykers to terrorize our realms? Consider. Think.”

Johan did. He thought a lot, in a short period of time.

“In this room, theres you, the Emperor, me, and the Dark Gods of Chaos. Choose what side you’ll be on.”

Johan succumbed to emotion. His bolter shook with anguish. Letting out a howl of pain, he used precision to sweep the bolter from child to child, a bolt for each one as furious tears ran down his face.

“I’M SORRY!” he screamed, continuing to fire long after all had died.

“I’M SO SORRY!”

The bolter clicked dry. The magazine was empty. Johan pulled the trigger again and again anyway.

“WHY?! WHY WOULD THEY DO THAT TO YOU?”

Helmuth said nothing.

“WHY!” Johan shouted throwing the heavy weapon to the floor and falling to his knees.

Helmuth at last spoke, softly.

“Because there are two truths in this universe, neophyte. There is the Imperial Truth, and the laughter of thirsting gods. Did you think the arch enemy was some kind of joke? Did you join this crusade resolute that there was but one power in the universe? No. The emperor is not the only god. There are many, they are powerful, and they are malevolent. They will use people as puppets. They will twist their flesh and their innocence rotten. They will plant doubt in your heart and attack when you are weakest.”

Helmuth grabbed Johan and held him at eye level.

“I did not lie. I brought you here to kill heretics. You killed them. You passed the test. There will be others, all throughout your time as a crusader. Some will be this difficult, others, even more so. Always remember that there is a choice, and that you must live with that choice. Do not be weak, boy. Accept what you have done. Do not lie and say the Imperial cult releases you from that sinking feeling in your gut.”

Johan was visibly confused. “But the holy light of terra purifies us of sin.”

Helmuth shook his head. “It does not. the holy light of terra teaches us not to sin, and teaches us the paths which we must tread in life, but sin is eternal, my son. Only a saint or the emperor himself could dare to presume so much as to forgive it. This is why the wickedness of the fallen is irredeemable.”

“Then, Helmuth, how do we carry on, wading through endless sin and misery as we wage the emperor’s wars?”

“We follow the Emperor’s path to balance the atrocities we must commit to save his realm, and more important, we understand always, that the alternative- giving into sin, is infinitely worse”

An incendiary grenade was tossed into the room, and both left the building in silence.

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fantasyimmortal · 7 years ago

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Satisfy Me

Saeran POV. MM Fantasy AU. Fic Rating: Explicit

Tags thus far: Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Rough Oral Sex, Vaginal Sex, Explicit Language, Derogatory Language, Masturbation, Violence, Blood and Violence, Torture

“Wh-What kind of fun?” Gevirah squirmed then winced as the spikes in the chair dug further into her flesh.

Walking over to her, I removed the heretic’s fork and tossed it to the floor. I grabbed her jaw as the forked device clattered against the stone floor. Her eyes widened as I forced her to look up at me. “This kind.” I squeezed her jaw forcing her mouth open. I held the lead sprinkler above her and tilted it, the molten silver dripping down her throat.

Her gargled scream was almost like music to my ears and I smiled widely. Oh how I’ve missed the screams of a tortured victim. I shook my head when I imagined ______ in this position. My smile faded immediately, knowing I wouldn’t find the same enjoyment in torturing her. The thought of her tortured screams made my chest throb painfully. Strange… I looked up towards the ceiling as if I would be able to see ______. I hadn’t even been that rough while fucking her. It’s probably because I know she’s a human.

Gevirah’s choking pulled me away from my thoughts and I smiled again. “That was something simple, but I’ll ask anyways. Who gave you information about _____?”

“I can’t…tell you…” She wheezed, blood spilling from between her lips with every cough. “Please, Prince Saeran…I’m begging you.”

I slid my hand to her throat and pushed her back into the chair. “You’re not very good at it.” I growled. “You don’t seem desperate to me. Or are you enjoying this attention I’m giving you?” I gave her throat a squeeze before stepping away from her. “No matter. I’ll get what I want from you.”

I walked over to a table that had many other torture devices laid upon it. I picked up an item that looked like a pair of tongs with two spikes on each side, almost like two pairs of snake fangs. I examined it before looking over at Gevirah.

“What is…what is that?”

I turned to face her before slowly walking back over to her. I held up the item in front of her face. “This is called a breast ripper. Self-explanatory really. Normally it’s supposed to be heated so it will slide into the skin easier. But…” I paused to laugh. “We both know I have the strength to force it to penetrate your skin.”

Her back straightened and her lower lip trembled as I placed the spikes against the swell of her breast. Squeezing the end I held, I applied just enough pressure for there to be a dull pain but not break the skin. “Last chance. Tell me what I want to know.”

Tears slipped from her eyes as she bit her lip. Her nails dug into the armrests of the chair, but she still refused to tell me anything. “P-Please Prince Saeran, have mercy!”

“Not a chance.”

Her back arched as I squeezed the end of the ripper, my ears heard a resounded ‘pop’ as all four spiked points broke into her skin. She screamed and, with futile efforts, tried to pull away. She shivered as I laughed at her feeble attempts to alleviate her pain.

Very slowly I began to pull, the tissues of her breast ripping away from her body little by little. She let out a scream I had yet to hear escape her lips and adrenalin began to pump through my veins. My heart raced with excitement as I tossed away the mass of flesh I had torn from her.

She hung her head and breathed heavily as her body shook. Blood streamed freshly from her wound, painting her body a marvelous crimson color. “Oh, but now you look uneven.” I told her as I placed the spikes of the ripper against her other breast. I didn’t give her any time to protest and repeated what I had done to the first breast.

When there was no more plump flesh to tear away from either breast I tossed the ripper aside. “Are you done playing now?” I asked with a smile as I crossed my arms and looked down at her.

“I…I…can’t…”

“Fantastic.” I exclaimed as I leaned forward and undid the straps that held her against the chair. I grabbed a fist-full of her hair and pealed her away from the chair. “Then you’re going to love this next one.” I laughed as I dragged her to the other side of the room.

I held her up by her hair, showing her the next method of torture I had planned. “It’s…a statue? Just…a bull…”

I sighed in frustration. “You really are a sorry excuse for a demon.” With my free hand I reached over and opened the hatch on the side of it. “This piece of artistry is called The Brazen Bull.” I smiled as she reached up and clawed at my hand that held her hair. “So you do know something about torture devices.”

She panted as I threw her inside the bull’s belly, her fresh blood causing her to slip against the brass walls that surrounded her. I began to shut the hatch when she held up her hand. “W-Wait!! Dante! It was Dante!!”

I froze and stared at her as she fell back and whimpered. “Dante…” That was a name I hadn’t heard in a long while, and not one I expected to hear from her. Reaching into the bull I grabbed her again. I dragged her back over to the chair, and strapped her back into it.

“B-But I told you!” She screamed as I turned and made my way for the stairs.

I laughed and looked over my shoulder at her. “And you thought I would let you go like that? You’ve crossed me far too many times. Heal up fast, I have many tortures to practice.” I told her. She ducked her head and I heard her begin to sniffle as I walked up the stairs, back to my room.

“You two are insufferable!”

I paused for just a second when I heard Ricward yelling, his voice sounding like many people talking at once. Making it to the top of the stairs I looked at Ricward, his hair no longer in the clean braid he usually kept it. His ears had raised into more of a point and horns were steadily growing, curling around his ears. I blinked quickly when I saw he had a grown a tail as well, it itself sprouting the head of a serpent.

“What is going…” I looked over at the bed and didn’t see _____’s form. My fists clenched at my sides. “What the fuck? Where the fuck is she?!” I turned toward Ricward and the two bitches my mom had supplied to watch the very person that was nowhere to be seen.

Ricward cleared his throat and brushed his hair out of his face. “I had to attend to something for your father, my lord. I come back to these harlots are going through your things and the Lady _____ missing.”

I took a step towards them. “Where the fuck is she?!”

The women took a step back and nervously looked at each other. “W-We don’t know. She…she just left.”

“And you just fucking watched without raising a finger?!” I was preparing to lunge for them when Ricward stepped forward to stop me. “Get your fucking hands off me!!”

“Sire! Now is not the time for this we must find her! A human wandering around Hell…”

I glared at him, knowing what he was going to say. “I will find her. You fucking whores will report to my mother!” Their eyes widened, and their faces had turned and ashen white. “Ricward, make sure they tell mother everything that happened. I will hear about it when I get back.” I quickly rushed towards the balcony, spreading my wings and jumping into the air. I have to find her, and fast! “You’re going to get it when I find you ______!”

#Satisfy Me #Mystic Messenger AU #AU fanfic #Demon Saeran #Saeran POV #trigger warning: torture #trigger warning: blood

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