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"Ken, I am fifteen years your senior. I live in a swamp with my brother and my cat. What makes you think that I would have sons?"
He suppressed a laugh.
"On second thought, do not answer that."
The Johnson paused for a moment at the child's outburst.
"I fear I have no sugar on my person at this time. I do have a lead. Yes. I was instructed to give you this so that you might have a lead. I am now giving you this."
The man's arm jerked and stuttered as he tossed a small brown package onto the table.
"Inside of this package you will find a number of possible leads that we have gathered. Confirming them will be done on your own time."
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As for Kwu's contacts; the only thing they could agree upon was that no single man, however talented, could preform such feats. The explanations were quite varied, ranging from ENKI being the collective identity of a terrorist cell, a megacorp false flag operation, the Illuminati, even a few who thought he might be a space alien.
They all agreed, though: Either ENKI wasn't human, or someone was doing a very good job protecting him. Maybe both.
Shah-Nahul tried deperately to hold down his opponent, and failed. There was a heavy, metallic thunk as Akira's blow came down on the back of Shah-Nahul's head, just above the spine. Darkness flickered on the edge of the mammoth-man's vision- he struggled to keep moving, but this was a battle he could not win. With the very last of his strength, Shah-Nahul let go of Zharkhov, bringing the full weight of his body down in a double-fisted hammer blow.
IC is up, just so you guys know. Sorry about the wait.
"I got some old rags that we've been using as bandages, Does that count?"
+We could cauterize 'em.+
"You can't cauterize a bruise, sword."
+I just wanna hurt someone! Izzat so wrong?+
"Yes! Oh, and, uh-", ha patted Gabriel lightly on one of his less-bruised areas, "You fought really well, Mr. Gabriel. Please never do that again."
A chill wind rolled in from the ocean as the rain drummed across the roof of a place called the Leaky Faucet, within which sat several Steelhead employees and a gaunt, spidery man with a sad little goatee and a ratty two-piece suit. The Johnson spoke, his voice droning and his manner robotic.
"You are aware, I am sure, of ENKI's latest feat. A quarter have already died. As a concerned citizen, I want you to kill him. To facilitate this, I am offering you 50,000 Universal Credit Units each in the event that you succeed. Any questions."
"Oh, MANY, dear brother! More than an old man such as I could remember!"
He tutted quietly between draws of the pipe for dramatic effect.
"Yes, if only we had some sort of... mental stimulation, such that it could revitalize an old man's ailing mind. Some trade, perhaps. Oh, yes, if only! Why, with enough, I think I could even recall the beast's appearance, or perhaps its location! Why, I may even remember the secret to defeating such a creature! Who knows what answers lie in an old man's thoughts?"
Kun Fan turned to face the voice, "Ken, you old dog! Have you gone deaf as well? Clearly, you are thinking of Genbu's Grotto, whereas I am speaking of the Grotto of the Gulai! Common mistake, really. The swamp is home to many grottoes, after all."
He took another draw on his pipe as he gestured for Ken to sit.
"Yes, yes, that is certainly what has happened. No other explanation for it, really."
Ah, I was waiting to see if Gordian Nought and Stoppable Riot were going to post their guys, but easy come, easy go and all that. Probably just should have started, in retrospect; working in new PCs is fairly easy.
Anyways I'm probably going to go to sleep in like an hour and I don't want to leave you guys hanging right from the get-go, so, uh, is it alright if I put the IC up at 4:00 GMT tomorrow?
I just really feel uncomfortable starting the IC right before bed, is all. Sorry.
+Wait, so do we not get to fight our way through a lynch mob?+
"No, sword."
+You sure? Maybe we could, I dunno, help 'em along? Cut down some innocents or somethin'?+
"I want you to think really hard about what I'm going to say, here."
+Is that a yes?+
"No."
+Pfft, you're no fun.+
"Yep. Let's go congratulate Mr. Gabriel."
+Do we have to?+
"Yes."
+Fiiiiine+
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