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Part 2
Wake The Dead Thread
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Part 1 available here [http://www.escapistmagazine.com/forums/read/362.115879?page=8#3744979]
And so, here I was. Lying on the floor of the building, I started to understand that the end may be upon me. About a metre or two away from mere, a fairly large circle with a star in it was drawn in the exact centre of the room I was in. The circle itself was surrounded by about 20 or so people of various shapes and sizes, including the odd one which looked more animal than human, fucking furries. As for what was in the centre of this circle, there lied the evil that I was trying to defeat: this thread. Trying to defeat it, though, was where the problem stood as all my writing of the thread's defeat ever did was make it stronger.
The thread had resultingly become a lot more powerful than it was in the past due to my post and a few others inbetween that one and this one; you know who you all are. As a result of this, the thread had gotten a lot more refined that it was: it was less squeaky when the gears moved, and most if not all of the rust was starting to peel off of the outside of its armour. It looked as if it was evolving out of the style of Victorian Steam Punk and was now only a few lasers, neon lights and hover jets away from reaching Cyber Punk. It had also grown clearly about three feet and more and more words were being engraved into the armous as I watched, saying 'more and more words were being engraved into the armous as I watched, saying 'more and more...
So, with the end clearly in sight, there was nothing left for me to do. So I waited. I waited for the inevitable to come and finish me off for good, as what was predictably going to happen, although the inevitable was a bit late now and was definately taking his sweet time about getting here.
Eventually, the spectators grew sick of waiting, and one of them shouted across the room at Neon and ajb "Hurry up and kill him! You said if we helped you bring this back to life, you would let us use it for our own will and demand. So let us do that very thing and kill him already!"
Neon turned at this statement. The main who called it suddenly paused, like the writer had run out of ideas for what dialogue he could say. He was a brave man for challenging the nuker, and he appeared to be shaking in his black and white kimono, though his choice of weaponary was questionable to say the least -- what first appeared to be two samurai swords, upon closer inspection turned out to be the handles from a skiing machine, what happened to the rest of the machine I did not bother to enquire into. He also appeared to have short, red hair which was standing on end, as if the guy who thought up his character was very unimaginative and
Naruto was on at the time.
Neon looked the man in black, a small amount of correctly directed light reflecting off the lens of his glasses and coming back rather inconveniantly into my eyes, where I was temporarily blinded from the focusing on my fovea. He decided to respond to the challenger of authority "Is that truly what you wish for, knight of some random number?" he asked, applying an increase in pitch to the end of his sentence to make it a question.
It didn't take this knight of 'some random number' long to respond with his answer, for it appeared the writer had some inspiration again. "Of course! Why would I have asked you to kill him if I didn't want him to be dead?" he asked rhetorically "Kill the zombie! Kill the zombie! Kill the zombie! Kill the zombie!" He turned to the other necromancers for support, which they gave with their fullest of will and determination "
Code:
Kill the zombie! Kill the zombie! Kill the zombie! Kill the zombie!
" The cheering came to an accelerando and a crescendo with a great climax at the end.
Following this, Neon and ajb contemplated their next move for a second, before giving everyone an answer. "Very well, then. You want blood? We'll let you bathe in the liquid!" He declared to the cheering followers, before raising his hands high above his head. The thread mimicked this perfectly, as if it was a puppet of sorts to Neon. Its fingers curled around themselves, wrapping words like 'crushing' and 'devastating' around outher words such as 'decapitate' and 'apocalyptic', until it formed two giant fists at the end of its arms. It raised these fists above my head, so high you could've easily fitted not just every situation I would rather be in other than this one between me and the fists, but you could also fit my A* essay on the purpose of Piggy in William Golding's
Lord of the Flies to boot. It walked towards me until its fists were directly above my head.
Eventually, despite the amazing strength this thread had, it had to eventually surrender itself over to the Physics Police and their rather annoying on my end of the scale 'Law of Gravity'. On all fours, I placed my arms over my head and hoped for the best. A short flash of light appeared in of the corner of my eye, as if some light had been reflected into them through one mean or another.
A crash.
A screech.
The sound of gears maneuvering themselves quite desperately to get themselves sorted out.
I opened my eyes and looked up, shocked by the fact that I still had eyes to look up with.
The thread appeared to hit either an invisible barrier above me, a limit on what it was able to do, or there was simply an extremely large concentration of air directly above my head, to the point where the protons in the mass of air particles managed to repel the protons in the thread's armour and stop it in its tracks. Either way, the thread was now trying to regain itself.
Coinfusion spread like fire in a room made of petrol-soaked wood, as I started to come up with a theory of my own. I chuckled to myself a bit. This ended up getting the attention I was hoping for from the circle, so I could donate them my thoughts. "Words have power. I said this so much in my previous post that should be well known now:"
Zombie_Fish said:
Words have power [http://www.escapistmagazine.com/forums/read/18.111856#1972468]
Zombie_Fish said:
Words have power [http://www.escapistmagazine.com/forums/read/18.111856#1972468]
Zombie_Fish said:
Words have power [http://www.escapistmagazine.com/forums/read/18.111856#1972468]
"However, it appears that that power comes at a cost: with the gain of power, this thread sacrifices control of that power. By granting this thread so much power in my previous post, I have taken a large amount of control over this thread, enough so to restrain it from its attacks. Thus, you can't use your all-mighty thread to kill me." The theory was logical; usually the OP is the person who controls the thread as they contribute the most to the thread they make, but this OP abandoned it months ago, after it died for the first time. From that point onwards, it was under the control of the necromancer who hijacked it. Whilst my post had less power in comparison to ones by Neon and GG before the thread's death, it was still enough to retrain it from actions it seemed.
A necromancer who appeared to look like Anubis wearing a Santa hat yet scarily like a furry stuttered a statement out, whilst I stood up and was gathering up my mask, sunglasses and tophat. "I-If you think this is supposed to scare us... y-you're wr-wr-wrong. We will still be able to take you out on our own, I-I mean, look at all of us. We are a mass, and y-you are a single person. We're not cowards."
I dusted off my belongings and reached into my bottom-left coat pocket. I pulled out a silver 120GByte
iPod Classic from my pocket along with a pair of white earphones that didn't quite fit my ears. Whilst the furry was waiting for my response, I put the earphones in my ears and donned my mask made up of black and white viscous fluids in between two sheets of latex, forming black and white blobs without a single shade of grey; the same type of mask as one which was worn by a fictional hero that was an inspiration for my look. I then put the sunglasses and tophat on my head before looking in the general direction of the user who was talking to me beforehand.
"Oh, I will make you see how cowardly you really are." I said, as I selected The Used in the Artist section and then
Lies for the Liers in the album menu of that specific artist. I then scrolled down to track eight. "I'm going to make you scream loud enough to
Wake The Dead."
I hit the play button [http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xaYuxRdEjKY], and instantly start to hype myself up. My audience looked at me in confusion, as I started to look blankly at them -- a hard detail for them to notice, seeing as I was wearing a mask. A grumbling sound filled my ears from the barely fitting earphones, and a screeching violin started to play a single chord, panned across the two tiny speakers. I decided to count the sounds in my head, my lips miming the words, but not saying them outloud.
One. Two. Three. Four. Five. The guitar started playing the riff through the right speaker, and the hi-hat was providing a beat on the right. After a run through of the riff, the guitar panned across to the other side to let another guitar playing chords take its first spot. I picked up Lost In The Void's gun off the floor in the meantime and took any leftover ammo that was in his pockets at the time as well. I cocked the gun in time with the last two notes of the riff before shouting out loud "'Tis Huntin' Season!"
Next thing they knew, all calamity and chaos broke loose. I ran about firing at as many people as I could, and some of the bullets even managed to hit people. The thread was currently proving little much annoyance to me, but I was still quite precautious about it, as I wasn't quite sure if and when it could finally overcome my control and strike.
The music seemed to help me concentrate as I reloaded and shot, directly hitting the man who looked like Anubis in the left shoulder. He stumbled as he tried to cover the revealed wound with his other arm, but the blood was still noticeable. Other users seemed to fall quite easily as well, though there were the odd one or two who managed to evade my shots just about. Neon and ajb, meanwhile, were strolling about the room, stepping over the injured and the odd corpse that got in their way, and avoiding the bullets where necessary.
Eventually, the song hit 1:52, and everything started to slow down. By this point the gun had ran out and I was taking people out with whatever I could find, including other resurrectors like themselves. However, as I managed to observe more detail in the slower motion, I noticed ajb, and decided to take my chance at him. If I could target the man who originally necroed the thread, there is a chance I can stop the thread in its tracks. Kill the man controlling the thread, kill the thread he controls.
I decided to take my chance and run at him, only to be violently and rudely interrupted by a woman appearing in front of me and punching me directly in the face, smashing my nose and my sunglasses and sending me onto my back, my tophat floating down and landing on my chest. Looking up, I took into account this woman's looks and recognised it as Suiseiseki IRL, a user whom I had heard quite a lot of, but she probably didn't know much if anything at all about myself.
Seeing her -- quite literally -- IRL I could easily recognise why she would want to call herself that. She was wearing a red dress for the occasion (being close to Christma- oh wait, it's Holly Day [http://www.escapistmagazine.com/forums/read/18.79496?page=124#3743267]) and had long curly brown hair pretty much reaching the floor, like a tail of some kind. What was most notable about her, though, were her eyes: one was a strong red, which differed a lot in comparison to the other, which was on the opposite end of the colour spectrum, being green. She says it's due to contact lenses in one of the eyes given to her by an optometrist because of that [http://www.escapistmagazine.com/forums/read/18.108634#1837227], but I'm guessing that they forgot that green isn't the opposite of red in the colour spectrum of light, which is actually cyan [http://www.psdgraphics.com/file/light-color-spectrum.jpg].
"If you thought it would be that easy to beat all of us then you're wrong." she declared at me, not realising that I was still listening to scremo at high levels of volume.
"WHAT!?" Failing to understand the humour of me not hearing her statement, nor realising the fact that I cared little about what she was saying as well, she ripped the mask off my face, tearing the earphones from my ears whilst doing so.
"I said: if you thought it would be that easy to beat all of us then you're wrong." She repeated at me, as if she was the parrot you got for your eighth birthday because you thought they were cool before hearing them repeat the same thing to you over and over again. It wasn't as if it was anything different to what I had already heard either, in fact, it was exactly the same as various users have said to me over the course of these posts.
Regardless, I thought that I might as well prove her wrong.
I drew in both of my legs, before kicking her in the chest with the force that came from them. It wasn't much but it was enough to get me back on my feet and in fighting shape again. She ran at me with her hands curled into fists, but it was a pretty pointless thing to attempt to do, as I wrapped my arms around her waist, stuck my head under her arm and flipped her over my back so that she landed on the floor behind me, clearing the pathway to ajb.
However, it appeared that Suiseiseki wasn't quite done with me, as she grabbed hold of my right ankle and refused to let go. Attempting to carry on, I drag her along the ground, until she reaches her head up to my ankle and wraps her jaw and teeth around it, the incisors biting in deep on my leg. I lept out a scream of pain that caused me to start hopping on my other, working leg. This was an immediate failure then as she pulled me down onto the hard floor with her. All the while the only thing I could think of was something about gunpowder and gellatine [http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MMz-wi50ACU], and something to do with lasers and explosives [http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MMz-wi50ACU]. I think I was high off of something at this point, as how I got from fighting a dangerous woman to that I don't know.
The two of us were down it seemed, but neither of us were out just yet. As she rose to stand tall and mighty, I punched her in the stomache to make her bend over forwards. Taking this as an advantage, I grabbed a chunk of her brown hair and ran off, pulling her head backwards with me -- first up so that she was standing upright, before pulling her onto the floor. She then made an attempt to stand, but it was all too late, as I stomped my feet into her face, first breaking her nose, and then again and again numerous times, until the only movement from her came when I was pressing my foot against the now crushed front of her skull. Blood was clotting up around her face where the shoeprint remained, as well as starting to dry on my shoes.
By this point I was sick of wasting my time here. I strode straight for ajb and grabbed his black coat collar, pinning him to the wall.
"Alright, ajb! No more fucking around with this, I am going to stop your attempts at necromancy and there is nothing you can do about it!" I shouted into his face. His glasses slipped and fell off his nose as he stuttered for an answer from his chattering mouth around his unshaven face.
"W-w-what ar-are you t-t-t-talking about, Z-z-"
"W-w-what am I t-t-t-talking about? You know what I'm talking about here. You brought this thread back to life, and I can't tolerate such actions."
"B-but Zombie, you... you must be mistaken. This necromancy wasn't my doing." I shoved him against the wall. "I-I swear, Zombie. I'm not the man you're looking for."
"ajb's right, Zombie." A voice easily recognisable as Neon's said from behind me, the Carolina student noticeable for his very quiet voice [http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xp9QhM6wgPs]. I turned, still holding ajb against the wall, as I saw neon walk up to me, his black hair and glasses noticeable despite how little light there was. "He's not the man you want.
"I'm quite surprised at you, Zombie. You have spent so much time and effort writing about how you defeated the man who necroed this thread, and then it turns out that you simply missed the obvious hints about the real cause behind this was. These hints were even in posts you were alerted about:"
Neonbob said:
You know what?
I think this thread deserves some revival.
Neonbob said:
Lost In The Void said:
By the way who revived this old thread?
Guilty.
^_^
I suddenly realised what actually happened. Dropping ajb carelessly on the ground, I turned to face Neon directly. "It was... you behind this?"
"Of course, I think those quotes made that quite obvious. You want me to repeat them for you-"
"No, I don't need them being repeated at me." I said, trying to avoid giving the writer another chance to use the simile about the pet parrot for a birthday present. I was still confused and annoyed, though. "What about ajb? He necroed this before you did."
"ajb924's attempt at thread necromancy was a flop, turning out little action, due to how uncommon he is around the site compared to other users. I, on the other hand, have a much more successful popularity and thus my attempt at necro was more of a success than his. It was just that you noticed his attempt yet didn't actually take into account my own."
"So then, Neonbob. Why?"
Neon chuckled to himself. "Why? Why not you might as well ask? As Lost In The Void said, we all love a bit of insanity every once in a while, including yourself, Zombie. After all, that is why you're posting in here is it not? Other serious threads getting to dull for you and you need to return to the world of stupidity?
"However, I couldn't do this all on my own, obviously. That was where my careful planning came in. You see, my post count wasn't just making me lots of friends and making me really popular, it was helping me amass forces to help get this thread going again. That was the plan all along. You yourself actually picked up on this, Zombie, back in September, although you didn't bother to take it seriously, believing it to be a joke. After all, 'Serious answers are... Acceptable, but discouraged. [http://www.escapistmagazine.com/forums/read/362.143644#3217765]'
"And so, I managed to bring together an army to resurrect this thread out of my many 'friends', but there was one 'friend' left who was refusing to help, despite his help being seriously crucial to the help of this thread's return. I think it should be obvious now who this user is." I stood, bewildered at what was said. I was actually a mere pawn in Neon's game, a small piece of equipment in his experiment to perform thread resurrection. "That is really why you weren't killed by this thread, not because of all this bullshit like:"
Zombie_Fish said:
However, it appears that that power comes at a cost: with the gain of power, this thread sacrifices control of that power. By granting this thread so much power in my previous post, I have taken a large amount of control over this thread, enough so to restrain it from its attacks. Thus, you can't use your all-mighty thread to kill me.
"The real reason why you didn't die was because I ordered the thread not to kill you. If I wanted it to kill you, you would've had no control over it and you would've instantly been killed. But, a man of your quality posts would not only be useful for an increase in the thread's power, but essential."
Shocked to realise the truth, I knew that it was still necessary to try and stop him from pulling off the madness of this thread being unleashed upon the forums again.
"I can't let you bring this thread back, Neon."
"And I can't let you stop me, Zombie." He responded with. "So, where do we go from here?"
"I don't know, but what I'm sure of is this: Anything this dramatic usually ends on a cliffhanger with the words 'To be continued...' at the end. I really fucking hate it when that happens, but it looks like it just might happen now."
"Well." Neon said, staring me in the eye "I guess we'll just have to wait, then."
"Indeed." I pressed the post button.
The thread beside us suddenly grew in strength by another 3688 words.
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To be continued...
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"I fucking knew it!"
