OOC: I... Good grief. *Head scratching* Tooktook, if I really upset you enough for you to hold a grudge this long, PM me your bitching. Otherwise don't inflict it on everyone, yeah?
WH40K Roleplay Thread Ending; "Who Knew?"
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OOC: Well, back to some good ole roleplyaying. Don't worry Gremlin, I won't let you die...
IC: The human did not need to tell The Delinquent twice. He could smell this abomination's filth. As it stepped into the light, a putrescent stench crept towards Gremlin. Restraining his gag reflex, he cursed. "What in the name of the Commissar Yarrick is that thing?!"
The daemon stared at the mutation. The form was barely recognizable from what it originally was. It's intestines hanging about it, spilling bile on the deck. "It is him" though the Delinquent to himself. "I had expected to see you here, Gulgarax, but not this soon." The thrice-damned servant of the Lord of Decay was here once more, attempting to interrupt the carefully-laid plans of Lord T. The idiot could have chosen a better form...this one didn't even have a head with which to spout petty threats.
"By the God Emperor! Is that....Wolvaroo?" Gremlin seemed repulsed at the very thought. He had seen that Ogryn's head blown clean off. And yet here it stood, rotting and headless. The powers of the Warp had re-shaped the beast. While the Ogryn had always been massive, it now stood at a height rivaling the Sentinel. Pus seeped from many scabs and sores covering it's body, and smaller creatures seemed to be almost budding from it. "The powers of Chaos are truly twisted. How can they bring the living back from the dead?"
"You imbecile. It's not alive. All that daemon did was possess the body. He's pumping Warp energy through it's body to make it move. We daemons can possess nearly anything that way. Now hurry, BURN IT!"
Gremlin gagged for a brief moment. However, a smile crept over his face in an instant. He didn't need this damned daemon to tell him twice. "Well Gremlin, looks like it's time to go to work! Let your flamers sing!" Smiling maniacally, he squeezed the flamer trigger. The promethium ignited instantly, and incinerated the walking corpse. However, after he loosened his grip, he saw the monstrosity still standing. "Alright then, time to make the fat lady sing!" He slammed his hand on the launch button for the HK missile. Gore and filth splattered over the walls of the hallway as the explosion rocked the ship. Gremlin exhaled, glancing down at the radar display. It definitely wasn't there anymore.
"Well daemon, that was a close one" Gremlin said. He stepped out of the Sentinel, landing on the deck with a loud THUD from his mechanical leg. He inspected what little remained of the beast, keeping his las-pistol drawn. He then reached for his vox-caster. "Rain, this is Gremlin reporting. Sorry about all that. I had to deal with a major disturbance down here. Just let me get the Gremlin back to the hold, and I'll explain everything. Over and out."
As he turned towards his sentinel, he laughed and said "You know daemon, you're not that bad."
The Gremlin 's hydraulics whined as it's legs extended, taking the ladder out of Gremlin's reach. It turned so that the flamer aimed right at the pilot.
++Well, we can't have that, can we fleshling?++ echoed from the sentinel's speakers. ++Thank you for showing me how to operate this thing, and for ridding me of that nuisance. Now, I must return to doing Lord T's bidding...after eliminating you.++
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Gremlin now faces his worst nightmare. He stands alone in the depths of the ship, at the mercy of the newly "upgraded" Delinquent. He must destroy his beloved Singing Gremlin , or be killed by it. Will no one help him?
OOC: HA! Tragedy at it's finest, Gremlin! You've got a tough decision to make, mate
Also, come on guys! Join in the fun!
IC: The human did not need to tell The Delinquent twice. He could smell this abomination's filth. As it stepped into the light, a putrescent stench crept towards Gremlin. Restraining his gag reflex, he cursed. "What in the name of the Commissar Yarrick is that thing?!"
The daemon stared at the mutation. The form was barely recognizable from what it originally was. It's intestines hanging about it, spilling bile on the deck. "It is him" though the Delinquent to himself. "I had expected to see you here, Gulgarax, but not this soon." The thrice-damned servant of the Lord of Decay was here once more, attempting to interrupt the carefully-laid plans of Lord T. The idiot could have chosen a better form...this one didn't even have a head with which to spout petty threats.
"By the God Emperor! Is that....Wolvaroo?" Gremlin seemed repulsed at the very thought. He had seen that Ogryn's head blown clean off. And yet here it stood, rotting and headless. The powers of the Warp had re-shaped the beast. While the Ogryn had always been massive, it now stood at a height rivaling the Sentinel. Pus seeped from many scabs and sores covering it's body, and smaller creatures seemed to be almost budding from it. "The powers of Chaos are truly twisted. How can they bring the living back from the dead?"
"You imbecile. It's not alive. All that daemon did was possess the body. He's pumping Warp energy through it's body to make it move. We daemons can possess nearly anything that way. Now hurry, BURN IT!"
Gremlin gagged for a brief moment. However, a smile crept over his face in an instant. He didn't need this damned daemon to tell him twice. "Well Gremlin, looks like it's time to go to work! Let your flamers sing!" Smiling maniacally, he squeezed the flamer trigger. The promethium ignited instantly, and incinerated the walking corpse. However, after he loosened his grip, he saw the monstrosity still standing. "Alright then, time to make the fat lady sing!" He slammed his hand on the launch button for the HK missile. Gore and filth splattered over the walls of the hallway as the explosion rocked the ship. Gremlin exhaled, glancing down at the radar display. It definitely wasn't there anymore.
"Well daemon, that was a close one" Gremlin said. He stepped out of the Sentinel, landing on the deck with a loud THUD from his mechanical leg. He inspected what little remained of the beast, keeping his las-pistol drawn. He then reached for his vox-caster. "Rain, this is Gremlin reporting. Sorry about all that. I had to deal with a major disturbance down here. Just let me get the Gremlin back to the hold, and I'll explain everything. Over and out."
As he turned towards his sentinel, he laughed and said "You know daemon, you're not that bad."
The Gremlin 's hydraulics whined as it's legs extended, taking the ladder out of Gremlin's reach. It turned so that the flamer aimed right at the pilot.
++Well, we can't have that, can we fleshling?++ echoed from the sentinel's speakers. ++Thank you for showing me how to operate this thing, and for ridding me of that nuisance. Now, I must return to doing Lord T's bidding...after eliminating you.++
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Gremlin now faces his worst nightmare. He stands alone in the depths of the ship, at the mercy of the newly "upgraded" Delinquent. He must destroy his beloved Singing Gremlin , or be killed by it. Will no one help him?
OOC: HA! Tragedy at it's finest, Gremlin! You've got a tough decision to make, mate
Also, come on guys! Join in the fun!
WOW, EPIC THREAD!!!
Sorry, but I never seen as much replies before.
Here's some EPIC music to go along-http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zqP2HAglbZs&feature=related
Enjoy
Sorry, but I never seen as much replies before.
Here's some EPIC music to go along-http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zqP2HAglbZs&feature=related
Enjoy
OOC: Sorry guys. I've been away at college for a bit and have quickly read over the page. Is the deliquent now Gremlin's Sentinal?!
IC: A bolt flew across the hold and struck the flamer on its side. Rain stepped out of the shadows of the hold. He must have been watching the fight.
"You've gotten yourself in a bit of a situation here Gremlin. You know the punishment for affiliating with a daemon? And Deliquent, how nice it is to see you again. I was hopeing that you could have dissapeared when Irish died but you decided to stick around. How thoughtful of you."
Rain, with his spare hand, unhinged his chainsword from its holster.
IC: A bolt flew across the hold and struck the flamer on its side. Rain stepped out of the shadows of the hold. He must have been watching the fight.
"You've gotten yourself in a bit of a situation here Gremlin. You know the punishment for affiliating with a daemon? And Deliquent, how nice it is to see you again. I was hopeing that you could have dissapeared when Irish died but you decided to stick around. How thoughtful of you."
Rain, with his spare hand, unhinged his chainsword from its holster.
OOC: Yes I am, Rain. I am the Sentinel. *giggles maniacally* Just think of me being kinda like a Defiler now....a two-legged Defiler that looks like an AT-ST, but a Defiler nonetheless.
IC:
++Ah, the lapdog of the Golden Corpse. How I'd hope I'd be the one to kill you. And now Lord T has blessed me with the chance. Those are the perks of serving the True Gods of this universe. Now, prepare to burn.++
IC:
++Ah, the lapdog of the Golden Corpse. How I'd hope I'd be the one to kill you. And now Lord T has blessed me with the chance. Those are the perks of serving the True Gods of this universe. Now, prepare to burn.++
Kalidian was thrown to the floor by the force of the explosion, he had been making his way toward the hold, hoping to catch up with Rain before things got out of hand, unfortunately it looked like he hadn't been fast enough. Kalidian picked himself up and began sprinting in the direction of the hold, as he neared it he heard gunfire and the whoosh of a promethium detonation. He pulled up short as he rounded the last corner before the hold, and he was met by the strangest sight. Rain, his bolt-pistol drawn and aimed at Gremlin's Sentinel, Gremlin on his knees before the machine which, itself, was partly on fire.
"Rain! What's going on?" bellowed Kalidian as he ran into the hold and drew his auto-pistol. Then the Sentinel spoke and Kalidian knew exactly what was happening.
"Daemon." he hissed as he moved to stand beside Rain.
"Rain! What's going on?" bellowed Kalidian as he ran into the hold and drew his auto-pistol. Then the Sentinel spoke and Kalidian knew exactly what was happening.
"Daemon." he hissed as he moved to stand beside Rain.
Since climactic battles in half-destroyed spaceships make for fine endings, I?ll take advantage of it and finish this RP with a little departure from convention. It's been great playing with you guys and I think this thing deserves some closure.
Rain charged towards the daemon-machine. His sword whirred as he swung into the side of the Delinquent. The pistons hissed while the daemon tried to kick Rain away, yet the inquisitor still held on. The machine spun around and tried to mangle Rain in its flailing motions. Through broken fingers and shattered ribs, the madman held fast, his hatred for the daemon boiling over.
++Lord T?s will be done! The Changer shall consume your broken form!++
The machine?s surface ran like blood. The metal began to flow into new monstrous shapes. Rain?s grip faltered and he rolled to the ground. The new mechanical body before him twisted and contorted into a grisly mockery of the Singing Gremlin. Faces leered out from the hull and its engines belched crackling smoke.
As Rain lay on the ground, he heard through his own breathing Ophelia over the comms. ?Depressurizing in 30 seconds, get out of there!? Rain tried to move his legs but a quick stomp from the machine shattered them. As Gremlin stood across the hold, he grabbed for a flare and fired it directly at his fickle friend. The burning ball distracted the beast long enough for Gremlin to rush forwards and grab Rain by his collar. He drug the crippled inquisitor out through the hatch and into the ship?s halls.
When the door sealed, Ophelia flicked open the bay doors and swept out the air. The Delinquent lost his footing and was sent reeling. As he got back up, the magnetic pads in his feet clamped down and anchored him to the hull. For hours he banged around outside as the survivors formulated their plan. Conventional weaponry would be useless against the beast, that they all knew. After a quick briefing in the working of low grade atomics, Kalidian, Hellspawn, and Gremlin took up arms and climbed into the airlock. Their vacuum suits were heavy in the atmosphere and a bulky package took all three of them to carry. Rain and Ophelia stayed behind on the bridge, carefully monitoring the ship?s status.
The trio advanced carefully on the exterior of the ship. Massive holes torn out during Pie?s bombing forced them to enter free fall and attempt a crude rappel along the side of the ship. Upon navigating towards the open bay doors, they found their prey calmly waiting, its many faces shaped into jeering scowls.
Gremlin hefted his lasgun and fired. The beam scorched the monster but it still advanced on them. Kalidian and Hellspawn set down their parcel and began fiddling with the panel on its side. The box?s lock finally gave way and they pulled out a series of capsules. Before Kalidian could arm them, the Delinquent opened fire and pierced his suit. Kalidian shook as his blood boiled inside him, his bloated form floating over the hull.
Hellspawn immediately spun around only to see more light arcing towards himself. His chin didn?t even drop in a full scream before the void rushed in. The machine pivoted towards Gremlin, still clutching his gun.
++What a wonderful pawn you?ve been, dear mortal. Lord T will surely reward you for you faithfulness to our cause?Allow me to deliver you to his loving arms.++
Gremlin would have none of it. He shouldered his rifle and leveled it at the box near the two corpses. His mind raced as he contemplated suicide. Whatever it takes old Gremlin, just don?t let this damn thing win. A quick pull of the trigger vaporized him, the daemon-machine, and just about the entire tail end of the ship.
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Inside the ship, Ophelia chuckled to herself as she watched the footage. A delirious Rain shouted, ?What?s so damn funny?? She did not reply. Another shout brought her over to his chair, an odd smile crossing her face.
?Rain, you pitiful fool. Here you sit crippled by your own stubborn actions. Your faith in the Emperor may seem like your greatest strength, but oh, how it?s blinded you.?
He saw her reaching for a small glowing device. She held it in her hand, sickly runes shimmered on it as she thrust it towards him.
?Faith, you say, is your defense, but now, your faith has left you open. Faith that I?d simply allow you to take this ship from me, faith in your condemned army of misfits, faith in your Emperor?s protection, look where it got you.?
Rain held his head up, the wounds on his head began to ooze with strange fluids. His eyes seemed to glaze over as he tried to remain concentrated on the figure before him.
?You think Galt was the only one who could traffic with daemons? How naïve of you. There must have been a hundred little clues scattered around for you. Blinding your own so called psyker, numerous toxins I?ve pumped into the ship, I feared the desecration of Larenxis? body may have tipped you off, but my fears apparently held no ground. You never could point the finger directly at me, your crew made wonderful decoys.?
A whisper escaped his lips, ?Why??
?Why? Because, I knew I be killed as soon as you finished with me, I know your track record for leaving no witnesses. So I made a few bargains. I used our astropath to make a few dealings with the Warp Gods, they were all too happy to help me in my work. Once I had my little talisman here, killing off the pskyers was child?s play, they?re vision unable to pierce this thing?s sickly haze.?
She paused, and turned away.
?By the time this ship is found, I?ll be planetside. Your mission will fail and I?ll be taking it easy in some rogue Governor?s court. A seat of honor for the one who stopped the headsman?s ax perhaps? Either way, you?ll never see another tomorrow, letting you live would be a cruelty after what I?ve made you see.?
As Ophelia pressed the syringe against Rain?s neck, the poison seeped into his veins. Images of his torture from faceless aliens flashed before his eyes. His skin bubbled in sores and with a gurgled curse, he slumped over in his seat.
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Weeks later, the Nox Invictus was found in the orbit of a small inhabited world. The planetary governor denied any knowledge of the ship and it was declared Purgatum by the Inquisition. Salvage crews noted the bizarre symbols scrawled in the captain?s quarters and the strange absence of the ship?s lifeboats. No only one bloated body was recovered from the wreck.
Well, I hope this thing?s been as fun for you guys to play as it was for me to direct.
Rain charged towards the daemon-machine. His sword whirred as he swung into the side of the Delinquent. The pistons hissed while the daemon tried to kick Rain away, yet the inquisitor still held on. The machine spun around and tried to mangle Rain in its flailing motions. Through broken fingers and shattered ribs, the madman held fast, his hatred for the daemon boiling over.
++Lord T?s will be done! The Changer shall consume your broken form!++
The machine?s surface ran like blood. The metal began to flow into new monstrous shapes. Rain?s grip faltered and he rolled to the ground. The new mechanical body before him twisted and contorted into a grisly mockery of the Singing Gremlin. Faces leered out from the hull and its engines belched crackling smoke.
As Rain lay on the ground, he heard through his own breathing Ophelia over the comms. ?Depressurizing in 30 seconds, get out of there!? Rain tried to move his legs but a quick stomp from the machine shattered them. As Gremlin stood across the hold, he grabbed for a flare and fired it directly at his fickle friend. The burning ball distracted the beast long enough for Gremlin to rush forwards and grab Rain by his collar. He drug the crippled inquisitor out through the hatch and into the ship?s halls.
When the door sealed, Ophelia flicked open the bay doors and swept out the air. The Delinquent lost his footing and was sent reeling. As he got back up, the magnetic pads in his feet clamped down and anchored him to the hull. For hours he banged around outside as the survivors formulated their plan. Conventional weaponry would be useless against the beast, that they all knew. After a quick briefing in the working of low grade atomics, Kalidian, Hellspawn, and Gremlin took up arms and climbed into the airlock. Their vacuum suits were heavy in the atmosphere and a bulky package took all three of them to carry. Rain and Ophelia stayed behind on the bridge, carefully monitoring the ship?s status.
The trio advanced carefully on the exterior of the ship. Massive holes torn out during Pie?s bombing forced them to enter free fall and attempt a crude rappel along the side of the ship. Upon navigating towards the open bay doors, they found their prey calmly waiting, its many faces shaped into jeering scowls.
Gremlin hefted his lasgun and fired. The beam scorched the monster but it still advanced on them. Kalidian and Hellspawn set down their parcel and began fiddling with the panel on its side. The box?s lock finally gave way and they pulled out a series of capsules. Before Kalidian could arm them, the Delinquent opened fire and pierced his suit. Kalidian shook as his blood boiled inside him, his bloated form floating over the hull.
Hellspawn immediately spun around only to see more light arcing towards himself. His chin didn?t even drop in a full scream before the void rushed in. The machine pivoted towards Gremlin, still clutching his gun.
++What a wonderful pawn you?ve been, dear mortal. Lord T will surely reward you for you faithfulness to our cause?Allow me to deliver you to his loving arms.++
Gremlin would have none of it. He shouldered his rifle and leveled it at the box near the two corpses. His mind raced as he contemplated suicide. Whatever it takes old Gremlin, just don?t let this damn thing win. A quick pull of the trigger vaporized him, the daemon-machine, and just about the entire tail end of the ship.
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Inside the ship, Ophelia chuckled to herself as she watched the footage. A delirious Rain shouted, ?What?s so damn funny?? She did not reply. Another shout brought her over to his chair, an odd smile crossing her face.
?Rain, you pitiful fool. Here you sit crippled by your own stubborn actions. Your faith in the Emperor may seem like your greatest strength, but oh, how it?s blinded you.?
He saw her reaching for a small glowing device. She held it in her hand, sickly runes shimmered on it as she thrust it towards him.
?Faith, you say, is your defense, but now, your faith has left you open. Faith that I?d simply allow you to take this ship from me, faith in your condemned army of misfits, faith in your Emperor?s protection, look where it got you.?
Rain held his head up, the wounds on his head began to ooze with strange fluids. His eyes seemed to glaze over as he tried to remain concentrated on the figure before him.
?You think Galt was the only one who could traffic with daemons? How naïve of you. There must have been a hundred little clues scattered around for you. Blinding your own so called psyker, numerous toxins I?ve pumped into the ship, I feared the desecration of Larenxis? body may have tipped you off, but my fears apparently held no ground. You never could point the finger directly at me, your crew made wonderful decoys.?
A whisper escaped his lips, ?Why??
?Why? Because, I knew I be killed as soon as you finished with me, I know your track record for leaving no witnesses. So I made a few bargains. I used our astropath to make a few dealings with the Warp Gods, they were all too happy to help me in my work. Once I had my little talisman here, killing off the pskyers was child?s play, they?re vision unable to pierce this thing?s sickly haze.?
She paused, and turned away.
?By the time this ship is found, I?ll be planetside. Your mission will fail and I?ll be taking it easy in some rogue Governor?s court. A seat of honor for the one who stopped the headsman?s ax perhaps? Either way, you?ll never see another tomorrow, letting you live would be a cruelty after what I?ve made you see.?
As Ophelia pressed the syringe against Rain?s neck, the poison seeped into his veins. Images of his torture from faceless aliens flashed before his eyes. His skin bubbled in sores and with a gurgled curse, he slumped over in his seat.
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Weeks later, the Nox Invictus was found in the orbit of a small inhabited world. The planetary governor denied any knowledge of the ship and it was declared Purgatum by the Inquisition. Salvage crews noted the bizarre symbols scrawled in the captain?s quarters and the strange absence of the ship?s lifeboats. No only one bloated body was recovered from the wreck.
Well, I hope this thing?s been as fun for you guys to play as it was for me to direct.
Sweet, I got to kill two people!
Nice surprise, Galt. I never even considered Ophelia. Pretty sneaky, sis
Anyways, that was an awesome roleplay. I hope you've got another one in the works.
To everyone else...GG man, GG.
Nice surprise, Galt. I never even considered Ophelia. Pretty sneaky, sis
Anyways, that was an awesome roleplay. I hope you've got another one in the works.
To everyone else...GG man, GG.
Epic!!!
Nice work Galt. I can't believe I lived the longest aside from the killer of course. Damn that heritic! I should have known! I enjoyed this. The whole daemon thing came right out of the blue. It was unpredictable but you worked it in into some sub-plot thing.
Nice work Galt. I can't believe I lived the longest aside from the killer of course. Damn that heritic! I should have known! I enjoyed this. The whole daemon thing came right out of the blue. It was unpredictable but you worked it in into some sub-plot thing.
Man oh man, I would've loved to do this more...
If I hadn't been the third dude to die. That's the roll of the dice, I suppose. I'm in next time as well.
If I hadn't been the third dude to die. That's the roll of the dice, I suppose. I'm in next time as well.
Epic ending. I never did suspect Ophelia fully, but she did stand to gain the most with everyone dead.
I'm in for the next one.
I'm in for the next one.
I'd say Warhammer Fantasy realm, but that would probably be a little too similar. Instead of taking place on a ship, it'd be a caravan or something. We've played it already, so I refrain from suggesting it.
lmao my vote goes to Transformers. I've loved the show for a long time, and I'd laugh my head off if we somehow managed to pull it off. Failing that, probably Lord of the Rings. Seeing as Turbine and LotRO won the developers showdown, I think it'd be a decent idea. Plus, there's a plethora of background and references to keep it going.
lmao my vote goes to Transformers. I've loved the show for a long time, and I'd laugh my head off if we somehow managed to pull it off. Failing that, probably Lord of the Rings. Seeing as Turbine and LotRO won the developers showdown, I think it'd be a decent idea. Plus, there's a plethora of background and references to keep it going.
I thought there was supposed to be a zombie apocalypse RP next. So, when will the next RP start? Just dying to know here.
I vote KOTOR-era Star Wars.
Epilogue:
Ophelia slept in a comfortable bed provided by the Governor. She grinned slightly in her sleep as she recalled all the people she had betrayed. Her former crew flashed before her eyes, all unmoving.
"Well done."
One of the bodies had lifted its head. It was a grotesque sight, with much of the skin missing and the skull cracked and twisted in a gruesome smile.
"Why didn't I shoot you? Why did I think that our time as crew on the ship meant anything to you? Why did I take my eyes off you?"
Ophelia began to tremble in her sleep.
"Did you honestly think that Daemon would get rid of all of me? I'm as much a part of your mind as the ship was. I will never die as long as I'm remembered. Neither will the rest.
Several figures emerged, all dead and yet still glaring at Ophelia. Behind them all stood an enormous metal figure.
"You will die every time you close your eyes for what you've done."
The figure raised his enormous pistol in skeletal hands and aimed it.
Ophelia awoke with a start.
She closed her eyes again, trying to forget it all.
She heard a bullet inside her head and saw the figures again.
"I am your Sorrow."
Epilogue:
Ophelia slept in a comfortable bed provided by the Governor. She grinned slightly in her sleep as she recalled all the people she had betrayed. Her former crew flashed before her eyes, all unmoving.
"Well done."
One of the bodies had lifted its head. It was a grotesque sight, with much of the skin missing and the skull cracked and twisted in a gruesome smile.
"Why didn't I shoot you? Why did I think that our time as crew on the ship meant anything to you? Why did I take my eyes off you?"
Ophelia began to tremble in her sleep.
"Did you honestly think that Daemon would get rid of all of me? I'm as much a part of your mind as the ship was. I will never die as long as I'm remembered. Neither will the rest.
Several figures emerged, all dead and yet still glaring at Ophelia. Behind them all stood an enormous metal figure.
"You will die every time you close your eyes for what you've done."
The figure raised his enormous pistol in skeletal hands and aimed it.
Ophelia awoke with a start.
She closed her eyes again, trying to forget it all.
She heard a bullet inside her head and saw the figures again.
"I am your Sorrow."
I can't believe you did that to me Irish! I was starting to like you too!! *cries* Still, I got a heroic death. Oh, and I was always voting to lock up Ophelia...
Still, epic, most definitely. Really glad I got to the end. And gave Irish a little help in providing the perfect source for a climactic ending. Hats off to you there Irish for your tangent plot providing mio amico!
You know I'm tempted to copy and paste Gremlin into future RPs for a laugh, one leg and all. Slowly build a character who gets more and more scarred. Heh...
Still, epic, most definitely. Really glad I got to the end. And gave Irish a little help in providing the perfect source for a climactic ending. Hats off to you there Irish for your tangent plot providing mio amico!
You know I'm tempted to copy and paste Gremlin into future RPs for a laugh, one leg and all. Slowly build a character who gets more and more scarred. Heh...
lol mwahahahahahahahaha! I love it! Sorry, but I hadn't been evil enough for my tastes. Plus, I've been brewing the Sentinel/Defiler idea for a while...the spawn hunt was just the chance I needed.