[Erikon]

Great adds, guys! Loved the news parodies, Dart! LMAO!

[DkTrper]

a couple of OOC questions:

1: We have milked this night real good, how are we going to go to the next day? i got a few ideas that require that we move foward to the next day. we need an official timekeeper.

2: did ya guys noticed that Erikon was able to land the first post in the last 3 pages?

[Erikon]

[Sickpuppy]

Puppy continues walking down a deserted street. He passes a burnt out travel agency with a poster hanging from the door that reads "Visit Beautiful Shreveport, See the Other Side of Lousiana."

Yeah right, Puppy thinks to himself, last time I was there I had to get dewormed and a flea dip.

He ruffled around in his pack and threw his towel over his shoulders to stave off the nights cold, and returned to thoughts of his first meeting with the girl who would flip his world upside down.

[Copy Of]

Damn, now I'm a towel down (big surprise, she took my waist towel) and now I'm a puppy too! What's the world coming too? Is there some secret behind this sudden deluge of towels??? Is there a copy machine somewhere spitting out towels? Is there a guy there making up stupid nicknames and observing that towels are making a copy on the copy machine??? Is Erikon's new power to be first post on every page a sign that the is more powerful that Jovan? Will tomorrow never come? Could be!! Stay tuned true believer.

Aw well, my stolen towel will return when it's good and ready. I'm sure in the meantime it will have lots of fun helping you dry off (did I mention that they also act as spy cameras?). Oh hey, it's storytime!

I remain yours truly,
Copy Of Dart the Jaded Blue Divine Emperor of Mankind and an all around Sick Puppy!

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The bar was dimly lit. A light loosened by the fight was swinging like an ax in an Indiana Jones movie. Shadows broke and formed with depressing regularity as the metal god above above paced restlessly across the smokey sky / ceiling.

Over by one wall, Copy Of let his color scheme shift from infrared back to human viewable hues. Infrared scheme always made him moody and maudlin. He threw his scared, stained and shattered table / shield to the side and bellied up to the bar. A deft flick of one wrist brought his towel off his shoulders, up to the highest shelf -- where the good booze lived -- and back down to the bar top. Another flick brought a clean tumbler and three cubes of ice.

With ice and three fingers of the bar's finest in his glass he settled into happy memories. Back to the day he first met Bliss. FLASHBACK!!! Wavy lines! Fuzzy vision! Wayne and Garth making noises!

Grudge Match: ElysiumBliss versus Copy Of: There Can Be Only Two (Explosion Sound!!!)

We start in the sacred Temple of Bliss, where the one and only, Elysium Bliss sits lonely, atop a mound of cracked skulls. I mean tea cups. Skulls or tea cups … I could never really remember which afterwards. And it’s not like it’s that important anyway. Not like it would be a bad omen if she was sitting on top of a pile of bleached skulls when we first met …

EB: I’M BORED. BORED, BORED, BORED!

SFX: CRA-BOOM!

EB: HEY, WUZZAT?!

A shape looms from behind a curtain of mist, resolving slowly into the dashingly be-toweled figure of Copy Of! He pushes his way roughly into her space, casting aside mounds of discarded clothing and chewed chicken bones in his fervor, until finally, CO kneels in supplication before his Bliss. He tries hard not to look at the sexy way she wets her lips then leaves her tongue clasped firmly between them as she waits. But it’s a loosing battle and they both know it. To torture him, she waggles it back and forth, pink and wet, in absentminded fidgitation while he speaks.

CO: OH, GREAT GODDESS, I COME TO YOU AS A WILLING SUPPLICANT AND ASK THAT YOU BESTOW UPON ME YOUR FAVOR. …AND HOT HOT SEX.

CO: LOTS OF IT, PLEASE.

EB: I SAY UNTO YOU NAY, WEAKLING! WHY SHOULD I CONSIDER YOUR PETITION?

Copy Of looks up and is greeted with a splendid sight.

CO (THINKING): AWESOME! I CAN TOTALLY SEE UP HER SKIRT.

CO: OH, GREAT GODDESS OF THE PERFECT DIRTY KNEES, CREAMY THIGHS, AND … PINK PANTIES: I HAVE CROSSED THE BURNING FIELDS OF OIL FIRES IN YOUR KITCHEN, PUSHED THROUGH THE DEADLY VALLEY OF CAST OFF CARDBOARD BOXES TO VANQUISH THE PERNICIOUS PACKING PEANUTS IN THE LIVING ROOM, AND FINALLY SCALED THE TREACHEROUS SLOPES OF THE DIRTY DISHES MOUNTAIN RANGE THAT BLOCKS YOUR BEDROOM HALL, ALL TO KNEEL HERE AT YOUR FEET AND LICK THE BACK OF YOUR KNEE.

CO: GODDESS! HEAR MY PLEA!

CO: LOTS OF FUCKING, AND MAKE IT QUICK!

EB: ARE YOU SAYING MY HOUSE IS MESSY?

Nodding sagely.

CO: THE GODDESS IS A SLOB, THAT’S WHY I LIKE HER.

EB: FINE, APPLICATION ACCEPTED. NOW, CLEAN UP THIS MESS!

CO rolls a ball of cast off clothing across the living room under Bliss’s watchful eye. Somehow he has gotten a pair of her panties on his head.

CO: AW, MAN. HOW’D I GET SUCKERED INTO THIS?

EB (THINKING): THAT’LL TEACH HIM TO CRITICIZE ME. … NICE ASS THOUGH.

CO stands triumphant! All the dishes, cardboard boxes and oil fires have been pushed to the sides of the room.

CO: TA DA! WHADDA YA THINK?

EB: HMMMM. IT’S GOOD!

CO: YEAH I KNOW, IT’S ALL ABOUT EASE OF ACCESS, RIGHT?

EB: YES INDEED, MY SLAVE. AND FOR YOUR REWARD, YOU SHALL RECEIVE ACCESS … TO ME!

CO falls to his knees before her beauty.

CO: PRAISE, THE PUSSY!

EB: NOT YET, AND ENOUGH OF THE GROVELING ALREADY! NOW GET UP HERE AND KISS ME!

They kiss and grope and grind, the softness of her flesh yielding to the firmness of his touch. Her ripe melons give way to his fevered pawing and nipple tweaking. The thin top she wears doing nothing to protect her from his thorough examination of her hills and valleys. She grabs his ass and pulls his rock hard abdomen towards her silky belly. He runs his hands down her back and sides as she slips her hands under his towel and runs them up towards his bulging pecks. When the lovers pull away, both are suddenly shy. Somehow it wasn’t real until right now. They blush in anticipation.

EB: BE GENTLE WITH ME, CO. I’M A VIRGIN.

CO: ME TOO.

They lie to each other, pretending their virginity. But maybe they are virgins! At this moment, despite their dozens of girl and boyfriends, they're so nervous that everything seems new to them. So they enjoy their nuevo-virginity, slowly undressing one another, using the intimate contact as an excuse to be close, and to experience the seductive reality of each others scent. They very quickly get down to boxers, bra and panties. The tantalizing expanses of male and female flesh thus revealed increase the temperature in the room by 30 degrees. Waves of heat begin to shimmer and pour from man and woman alike.

Getting fresh again and taking liberties, CO runs his hands down the softness of Bliss’ stomach, inside her panties, and finds his fingers in heaven just long enough for it to be shocking when Bliss slaps his hand. The pain flutters in his chest like a wild bird, by far larger and crueler than the dim pain in his hand. The waves of elemental sex fall into a chaos of mini-cyclones and whirlwinds as they meet and mingle.

CO: PLEASE BLISS … I WANT TO SEE IT.

EB: I … WANT YOU TO … I JUST. I’M NOT THAT KIND OF GIRL.

She trembles in a very un-Bliss-like way.

CO: I’M NOT EITHER. THAT KIND OF GIRL I MEAN.

CO: NO WAIT, THAT’S NOT WHAT I! AW, CRAP.

He falls to the ground, face in his hands.

CO: YOU MUST THINK I’M AN IDIOT.

EB: CO?

He looks up to see the land of good and plenty revealed to him in all it’s glory. Bliss has pulled away her sopping wet panties to release the most powerful cunt in all the universe; Goddess to all who worship lust. A lone line of her liquid love makes it’s slow way down, dripping deliberately away from her groin, pin-balling between the feather fine hairs that grace her inner thigh and coming to a perilous rest on her knee. It quivers there in the light, a tongues width from his face.

A moment later his lips are clamped around her kneecap. Licking and kissing, he works his way upwards, ever upwards towards her heat and scent. His fingers beat him there and begin their slow teasing dance of joy. His thumb rubs while the delicate pads of his fingers caress. All this as Bliss burns above, casting her feverish gaze down on him like a benediction.

Suddenly his fingers come together then open. They splay wide, exposing deepest pink depths and tender inner walls to his hungry eyes. Her face turns away, unable to bear the incredible joy of his desire. She spreads her legs wider to give him even greater access.

EB: N-NO. DON’T LOOK!

Belatedly, she realizes her body has responded opposite her intent. Too late, she tries to close her legs on him, but he forces them open with arm and elbow. Struggling futilely, her eyes drift and find themselves caught by his body as he lies pinned between her thighs. The poetry of his shoulder and back take her mind from her, and she flutters again as if in a high wind.

His lips part. His face draws closer to her sex. And with every breath, he finds himself stripped of all meaning and humanity until only the moment remains and the blazing fire of his need to taste and swallow.

But a fingers width from glory, Bliss roughly pushes him away. The strength of a goddess is too much to resist and he tumbles backwards like an acrobat. Bliss brings her forearms together with her palms upwards in rage, her eyes screwed shut as she shouts.

EB: IT’S TOO SOON!

EB (THINKING): WHAT AM I DOING? WHY DID I STOP HIM?

CO: HUH, WUH, BUH…?

He makes a lot of sense.

EB: YOU HAVE TO. YOU HAVE TO DO WHAT’S NEXT. FIRST! DO WHAT’S NEXT!!!

He seems confused, with one eye narrow and one eye wide, his eyebrow cocked in jaunty manner.

CO: ER, UH … NEXT?

She slaps her forehead. She could just about rip his spine out through his nose if she tried real hard. Instead she tries to be nice and lead him to it.

EB: I SHOWED YOU MINE... SO YOU ... SHOW ME ...?

EB: COME ON!!!

A light-bulb goes off over his head, explodes and showers debris across the room.

CO: OH, RIGHT. MINE!!

He acts shy. Smiling and blushing slightly.

CO: IT'S REALLY KIND OF SMALL, BUT IF YOU WANT TO SEE IT ... I GUESS.

His towel pulls easily aside. Her eyes go wide; then they fall half-lidded with glee. She smiles and starts to drool a little.

EB: WOW, IT'S REALLY BIG.

He pretends to be surprised.

CO: OH, REALLY? YOU THINK SO?

EB: UH, YEAH! IT’S HUGE! DUH!!!

CO: WELL, MAYBE IT’LL LOOK A LITTLE SMALLER IN YOUR HAND. OR MOUTH!!!

She smiles and reaches for his cock.

If anything it looks bigger in her hand. At the first touch of her bare skin it goes from hard to rigid and begins to curve back towards him slightly. Bliss knows in her bones that she is seeing the raw material of her next orgasm. A tool perfectly made to reach deep inside and urge her into ecstasy. She pulls her hand away and spits on it. Quickly returning to her exploration of his member with glad squelching and wild slishing.

CO: OOO. YEAH! THAT’S THE WAY.

As she works her hand up and down his length, her face draws closer and closer to his cock.

CO: SPIT ON IT, BLISS! MAKE IT WET!

She spits directly on the head like a good little whore.

CO: YEAH! DIRTY GIRL!! NOW SUCK ON IT!

Her lips pucker and move towards him, they open wide and surround his pulsing member … then pull away, all without ever making contact.

CO: DON’T TEASE ME, BLISS!!!

Suddenly her tongue makes a new appearance, flicking quickly out across her lips and lodging itself firmly at the side of her mouth. At the sight his will breaks and he begs.

CO: PLEASE, BLISS! PLEASE, SUCK IT! I WANT YOU ON ME!

She smacks it and shouts.

EB: THAT'S NOT WHAT'S NEXT! YOU'VE GOTTA DO WHAT'S NEXT, NEXT!

CO throws up his hands.

CO: NEXT??! AW MAN, NOT THAT AGAIN!

She pokes him in the chest.

EB: DON'T “AW, MAN,” ME BUB! YOU GOTTA DO IT RIGHT. OR ELSE!

CO: ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT. WHA’DO I GOTTA DO?

Suddenly her pussy looms again in all it's glory.

EB: EAT THIS!!

He does. Happily and with great skill. She drools and grins foolishly, bending backwards and writhing until she's on the floor.

EB: YESSSS, YES! WORSHIP YOUR GODDESS!!! THRUST THAT TONGUE! SUCK THAT CLIT! GET IT GOOD, AND GET IT WET! YAAAAY, PUSSYEATERS!

Wisely, CO pays careful attention to her clit, teasing around the hood and up and down to suck the dew of her lips before moving again to lick and suck and nip at her nubbin. She drips and moans at his touch. He uses the side and underside of his tongue in alternation, presenting her with all the rough and wet and sudden smoothness he has. He examines every little fold and rise, every smell and taste, savoring her bounty as only a lover can.

Eventually he works his way down to penetrate her with first one, then another finger, carefully stroking the sensitive inner walls of her sex with the soft pad of his finger tips and working her open, ever open for the final test. Cautiously searching knuckle deep and deeper for the elusive g-spot. He uses the tone and tenor of her moaning as his echo-location of lust. Finding it finally, and confirming it by Blissful squeals and pleading for more, he works himself around so that his cock is near her face. He never pauses in his pursuit of her pleasure and for this he is rewarded.

Distracted by incredible pleasure, Bliss’ instinct takes over and she sucks at him eagerly, taking every inch he cares to give her. She gobbles greedily and opens her throat with eager joy as he works his girth into her. In and out, slow then fast. A moment rubbing the roof of her mouth, a second pushing into the slickness of her cheek, then back to her throat and between her teeth.

The incredible skill with which Bliss sucks at him leaves him at a disadvantage. Somehow she manages to lick his balls even with his dick rammed all the way down her throat, her nose in his pubic thatch, breathing in his musk. His cock throbs and swells impossibly. He lets out a moan and tries to pull away, but too late. He leaves a thick pearly white trail of semen from the back of her throat across her gums and molars, down her lips and chin and finally falling down to cling to her graceful neck and curving breasts. He pushes it up against her cheek, still leaking cum across her face and slaps her repeatedly with his cock as she swallows his load.

CO: OPEN UP, BLISS. YOU DIDN’T GET IT ALL, YET.

She licks him clean like a whore. Going from cock head sucking, to shaft licking and ball gobbling, she gets it all. And with every lick, takes another piece of his soul.

Eventually she comes to her senses and confronts him.

EB: HEY, WHADDA YA THINK I AM, A SLUT? SOME DIRTY WHORE? SOME WILLING PIECE OF MEAT YOU CAN STICK YOUR COCK INTO ANYTIME YOU PLEASE?

He gives her puppy dog eyes and in a small voice says:

CO: YES? PLEASE?

EB: GOOD ANSWER!

She jumps on him and rides him for all he's worth, grinding into him through 10 dimensions. The force of their lovemaking creates a pressure wave that flattens the debris surrounding them and puts out the smoldering oil fires in the hall.

She grips him with infinite skill, clutching and releasing rapidly with her cunt while pounding him with a force that would turn a lesser man to dust and mulch. The universe trembles at their union and cries out for release until its screams blend with the Goddess’ own spasms of wild abandon. Her orgasm multiplies into a thousand tiny love-quakes and resonates through their connecting flesh, down to his very core. CO joins her in an infinity of joy before finally gaining his second release. He cums hard, the force of it pushing her up off of him and suspending her in mid-air. She bounces lightly on his geyser of seminal fluid, like a lily on a fountain.

Then as quickly as it came, the wave subsides and she falls ten feet into his arms. Somehow she melds magically against his side, fitting into him as he fits into her. They are perfect. They are one.

CO: WOW, BLISS, THAT WAS GREAT!!!

EB: YEAH, I ... HEY WAIT A MINUTE! I HAVEN'T CUM YET!

CO looks scared.

CO (THINKING): IF THAT WASN’T HER CUMMING, WHAT THE HELL WAS IT?!!

EB: WHO SAID WE WERE DONE, BOY!??

CO: DONE? I DIDN'T SAY DONE. YOU SAID DONE. I'M READY TO GO ALREADY, STILL!

EB: STILL ALREADY?

His hard cock nods in answer.

She smiles smugly at the proof of her sexual power.

EB: FINE THEN: PLEASE ME, SLAVE!

She stands like the dancing goddess she is, resplendent in her cum stained glory. For his part, CO bounces gamely to his feet and strikes a fighting stance, steady like a samurai with sword in hand.

CO: I WILL! DEFEND YOURSELF, VIXEN!

They have kung-fu incredible sex. Swinging from the rafters, breaking down doors, smashing through glass. The debris gathers around them in gravitational clouds of glass and plaster, shards and splinters. The whole mass spinning in rhythm with their movements. Rip fire burns through the cloud leaving scars of light as the two pound themselves insensate at its center.

Stars appear around the two, shifting into luminous clouds of space dust and cosmic radiation. Universes swirl around them as they are born and die. Suns explode into black holes and matter is swept into a maelstrom of fury. Entropy comes to the galaxies spawned by their lovemaking and still they go on. New suns dim and shift towards red as their universe cools into the stillness of death, the fierce thrusting and slapping of this star crossed couple subsiding into the intent grindings of obsession.

Then suddenly, she cums hard, spasming and raking him with her nails, shaking her head savagely and battering him with her breasts. She screams pure and clear, sinking her teeth into his shoulder and shuddering over and over with the mating cry of all reality unfolding from her lips. He shimmers and is unmade, made and unmade again in the quivering of her madness. He is reborn into her womb even as her penetrates her. A new universe is born of teeming, eddying galaxies, all boiling with life and love.

Bliss and Copy Of fall away from each other, separated suddenly, one organism becoming two. With only their four feet to touch and sing of their love beneath the chandelier of new born stars. Yet somehow, both know the bond that has been forged between them can never be sundered.

CO: THAT ... WAS .. INCREDIBLE ... BLISS.

EB: WAS ... NOTHING ... C'MERE! NOT ... DONE YET!

CO: THAT’S … MY LINE!

She grabs his leg and pulls him over even as he does the same. They try a few holds on each other, each jockeying for position, neither able to one-up the other. They lie close together, unable to sit upright and remain astride one another, sweaty flesh pressed to heaving, sweaty flesh. With great effort they roll, first one on top and then the other. But they're already exhausted.

They end up lying on their sides facing one another, kissing. His cock buried deep in her pussy, her leg thrown over his. They move gently together. Mouths meeting and parting, hands groping, sexes rubbing. The universe sighs and smiles. It is good. They fall asleep still enjoying each other.

The next morning they wake in each others arms. They smile and kiss.

CO: BLISS BABY, LAST NIGHT WAS INCREDIBLE. I’VE NEVER HAD ANYONE DEVOUR ME LIKE THAT BEFORE.

EB: YOU AIN’T SO BAD YOURSELF, SAILOR.

CO: AW, SHUCKS, I AIN'T NOTHING SPECIAL. HEY ... YOU'RE NOT GONNA GET TIRED OF ME, BEAT ME AND LEAVE ME FOR DEAD LIKE YOU DID TO MY LITTLE PONY, ARE YOU?

She smiles like a sleepy cat and replies.

EB: MAYBE.

He thinks about it for a second.

CO: OK THEN.... BUT NOT IN THE BALLS, ALRIGHT?

EB: MAYBE.

And if you thought that was the happy ending you’re wrong! The happy ending was back where they fell asleep with his chocolate shoved deep in her peanut butter. But since we’re going past that I’ll tell you the unfortunate thing that happened next. After breakfast we dressed each other and said our goodbyes and then … this!

CO: SO UHM, I’LL CALL … YOU CALL ME. OK?

See that, I was nervous again for no good reason except the sudden, aching premonition that we would soon be parted for a pointlessly and unnecessarily long amount of time. But it’s not all my fault, she was clearly not paying attention to a word I said.

EB: HUH? YEAH, OK. BYE, NOW.

So we both left thinking the other one would call us. And we both sat by the phone for like … ever (I think Bliss lasted an hour before she got bored and wandered off to take part in another war, meanwhile I made it two hours before I was abducted by aliens again … which is why I always carry a towel with me). Eventually I got back from space and went to her house to look her up with a big bouquet of space daisies, but it turns out that wasn’t her place at all. In hind sight, I guess it makes perfect sense that Bliss is a squatter. And that’s why I like her.

We wouldn’t meet again until the beach.

This post has been edited by Copy Of: 26 July 2009 - 02:48 AM

[jaded_blue]

Puppy... as always, you are the bomb!

Copy... very nicely done. You ravished that cunt.. well... cunt now, anyway.. er.. yeah. You did it boy-o! Good job! LMFAO! Really great writing too! I laughed, I cried.. I peed a little (on your towel )

Great work everyone! I can't wait to read more!!

[Darth-BAW]

The first rays of earliest dawn could be seen creeping almost reluctantly over the skyline of the city of JABville. Night always relinquished it's hold on this town very slowly, it seemed, which was just how many of it's residents liked it. Right about now people were staggering from the bars or passing out from exhaustion after a long night of carnal debauchery. A small handful were getting up to get ready for work, but those people are boring.

A lone figure still walked this seemingly deserted avenue of downtown JABville. She was short and slender. Her impossibly high heeled fuck-me pumps clicked loudly on the sidewalk, their thin leather straps wrapping up her beautifully tight and curvy calf. Her small but perfectly shaped ass swung back and forth with every step, a criminally short black leather skirt (or maybe it was just a wide belt) sat low on her hips, not at all covering the purple string thong she wore. She wore nothing else but the matching bikini top and whatever random pieces of jewelry she had found. The yin-yang and dragon tattoos on her back seemed to dance as she moved. Her short bobbed haircut, dark purple with a bright turqoise streak at her bangs, finished off her look.

"Hey baby. You lookin' for a place to spend the night?"

Her violet eyes darted to the allyway she was passing. Just another man eager to jump her bones. There was nothing unusual about that, or about him for that matter. Nothing special or attractive or threatening. A face in a sea of faces. Still she smirked, her deep purple lips uncovering beautifully dazzling white teeth. It had been far too long since she'd had any fun.

Without a word she took his hand and lead him deeper into the alley where no one could see. He was so eager for her he was trying to undo his pants as he walked. How cute. His cock was as average and unimpressive as the rest of him, but she moaned softly at the sight of it as she took it into her elegant fingers and squated in front of him, spreading legs wide as she began to suckle his shaft lovingly.

"Ooh...oh yeah that's good...suck my cock, baby...ooh...aah...AAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!"

The man came stumbling out of the alleyway, sweat and tears pouring from his face and blood gushing from the ruined stub where his cock used to be. His screams echoed into the night, begging for help that may or may not arrive in time. Either way it made no difference to the pretty girl as she walked out of the alleyway and continued on her way, licking the taste of her little appetizer from her lips.

Rockstar was back in town. The increase in her older sister Aveta's powers had called out to her like a beacon across the planet. There was no way this Bitch goddess was going to let Aveta have all the fun. And there was SO much fun to be had in JABville.

[Aveta]

Well well well - my little sister. She always did know how to make an entrance. HaHaHaHa.

[DkTrper]

Darktrooper war journal.
Entry date: 07-26-2009

I woke up to a nice sunny day in the view port. Lt. EVA reported me that the marines are ready for the walk outside. good, we need to test out the vehicles for this planet. Today's objective is to roll down to the local ComSat station to uplink the local ComSat to the Excalibur for monitoring. An added benefit will be the show of force for the peacekeepers. I want to use this chance to set up the appointment with the local xeno-relations agency. if we are going to complete our goals for the imperial reserve, we are going to need to establish a link with the locals.

i better get dressed for the drive.

End of line.

[IamMe]

Copy Of, on 21 July 2009 - 08:23 PM, said:

Who's this Dart guy?

Darts a real awesome badass.

[Photh]

DkTrpr: Can't wait to see what today brings.
Oh, to everybody that has written so far -- Fricking! Awesome!

The bright yellow of morning arrived, Photh spending the night walking alone through the side streets and alleyways looking in vain for a clue to what was really going on. The distant police and ambulance sirens never approached, never cut across his path begging him to follow. It was damn frustrating. He could have simply gone back to the bar but it was only the starting gate. The race had left the blocks and he couldn't find a trace of the track.

His night wanderings put him at the edge of the Lurker section of Jabville. Streets of low-rent apartment buildings and cheap condominiums. Up ahead a mom-and-pop grocery store, its steel gate shielding the entrance, marked another side street. As he approached the gate, several male voices caught his attention coming from the rear of the building. Turning the corner the voices split and became clear.

"Damn it! Get off her. It's my turn!"

"Fuck! Go for it. The bitch just lies there. Don't even moan any more." A second voice spit back.

"Slap her again! That'll do it!" A sadistic third voice volunteered.

A Rape! Shit! Sprinting the last 10 meter and rounding the corner, Photh rushed the 3 men. Two were standing next the third on the ground, jacking off through their open jeans until they saw him. On the blacktop number 3's denim ass pounded between a spread-eagle pair of naked legs. Above his head Photh spotted a black cat ear and blonde hair.

"BASTARDS!"

Three meters from the first rapist, the guy's lip curled. Clench, suddenly smoked glass, and Photh's watched a baseball bat fly out from his nose. Number 4, the lookout, whiffed over Photh's tumbling shoes and falling pants. Two strides then , Grinner took a running right cross. , and Photh ran through Grinner's dropping body.

"Get'im!" Shouted Sadist, flipping a switchblade open.

Snap, instantly solid gray. Sliding to a naked stop, Photh reversed, sprinting back toward Lookout. Number 1 was looking for a target, rising from their victim's limp body. Lookout was trying to regain his balance after the swing-and-a-miss at Photh's head. A quick tense and relax, and Sadist's knife passes through Photh as he ran passed. Lookout had the bat cocked before Photh got to him, swinging for the fences again just as Photh moved in range. Clench, Photh running through him. On his heels, knife leading, Sadist flew sideways with his skull caved in by Lookout's Louisville slugger.

Behind Lookout Photh Snapped back into solid form, spinning and crouching at the same time. Lookout turned, growling and twisting his arms for a third swing. Blood and shards of bone dripping off the bat over Lookout's shoulder. Pushing hard against the blacktop, Photh shot up, driving a straight-armed, left palm under Lookout's chin. Teeth snapped, cracked, and crushed as the blow sent Lookout backwards, senseless.

"Hold it!" Yelled the last rapist, pointing a .38 pistol at Photh.

Naked, Photh stared into the rapist's eyes, anger dropping his voice to a low rumble. "Is that suppose to scare me?" Taking one step forward, slowing tensing to gray, frosted glass.

"Freeze! Asshole!" Lifting the pistol higher.

"See what I did to your friends." Another step. Tensing -- smoked glass. "You think that little piece of lead will stop me?" Another. Tensing -- polarized glass. "Before I put my hand through your head..." Another. Snap. "and splatter your brains all over this alley? Another. The gun inches from Photh's gray face. "Do you?"

The rapist's eyes tightened. Clench. Bang.

Snap. Photh dropped under the muzzle before the second shot, kicking the rapist's legs out from under him. When he hit the ground Photh jumped on his gun hand, crushing fingers curled around the gun handle. One hard kick to his left ear, his other foot grinding broken bones, snapped Number 1's neck.

Sinking to his knees next to the girl's limp body, he sighed, seeing dark roots and clip-on ears. She wasn't who he feared it was, but what happened to her was still horrible. Her clothes were shredded, probably from Sadist's knife. She was still breathing but her eyes were dull and unfocused. Photh closed her legs and covered her as best he could.

"You're all right. They won't hurt you any more." Lightly resting a hand on her bruised cheek.

Bloodshot eyes looked up at him. "Not... Sith..."

An instant later, scarlet foam erupted from her mouth, her body stiff and quivering. Seconds later her eyes crossed and her muscles fell slack and lifeless.

"Damn it." Sitting back on his heels. "Damn, damn, damn." It didn't make any sense. It was over. She was safe. "WHY!"

Her eyes were still open so he reached over to close them -- and stopped. A tiny green light was reflecting in one eye. Looking over at the opposite wall Photh spotted a tiny video camera. One of the new wireless models about eight feet up. The green LED indicating it was transmitting. This was all a setup! A fucking trap!

Fuming, Photh closed the girl's eyes and got up. Several minutes of searching the store's dumpster resulted in 4 dirty, plastic trash bags. Twisting them into ropes he tied up the 4 rapists. Two bodies didn't need it but he wasn't thinking clearly at the moment. All -- a trap!

Picking up the bat he walked into swinging range of the camera, looking straight into the LED. "John McClane and Darth-BAW will find you! When they do...!" The bat smashing miniature electronics into the concrete blocks.

Photh pounded the bat against the concrete block corner, savagely forcing the ringing numbness in his hands and arms up into his brain, until it splintered. It worked -- a little. Throwing the handle against the dumpster, he put his pants and shoes on and went to call 911.

--had to fix this.

This post has been edited by Photh: 30 July 2009 - 11:57 PM

[IamMe]

Cold, Dark, and Alone. Again IamMe found himself in this predicament.
The first time was near the end of the GvE War after Jab destroyed his Penis.
The Second time was when the shit monster sat on the dick tower.
And now split one part in the Jabville ass hole, the other buried only God and sick puppy knows were.
As IamMe thinks to himself "Why will I not die? I have been decapitated, split, and buried. I should be dead!"
The part of IamMe that was cast into the Foul hole is quickly crushed by falling rocks of Various sizes, IamMe see the last bit of light as another part of him is destroyed.
Reflecting IamMe questions himself "What is wrong with me One second I am among friends i am supporting them and the next second I am at there throats ready to kill them."
Fear fills IamMe as he considers being Psychotic denial quickly settles in "I'm not crazy They are crazy."
Rage fills IamMe as he blames others for his misdeeds "Those Cunts should all be burned for what they did!"
IamMe Exclaims to the nearby dirt that settles around his head the dirt solidifies IamMe's fear of being alone
IamMe begins to attempt to Bargain "I'll do anything if someone spares me, I'll give you my soul, my life in service anything Just Free me from this Fate"
IamMe thinking about the worth of his soul, or the quality of his life in service and realized no one is foolish to free him from his fate Depression fills his mind.
Tears fill the empty eye socket of IamMe as dirt is compacted into it"I don't want to liaaaa..."
IamMe is quickly muffled as dirt fills his mouth the flavor quickly Haunting IamMe as the earthy flavor overwhelm His since of taste.
Alone and in a panic IamMe struggles for hours but with no effect acceptance settles over IamMe as he grow comfortable IamMe feels himself fade away his mind goes numb the flavor of earth disappears the pain leaves.
For the first time in awhile IamMe feels euphoric.
Suddenly reality settles in IamMe isn't dieing the flavor or dirt refills his mind the earth surrounding his remains grow tighter IamMe tries to scream out but to no avail.
at that moment the world laughed at Me......

[DkTrper]

*the following transcript occurs during 8:00 AM and 9:00 AM.*

A rumble is heard in the distance, close to the edge of the badlands and approaching the edge of the suburbs. a thick dust cloud can be seen in the relative direction of the sound. the earth lightly shakes as if a minor quake is making progress. but, the rumbling is not natural, it's machine made.

in the middle of the organized chaos is a column of steel and flesh, a marriage of man and machine, in perfect harmony. The strange designs moving on that column baffles the mind of any of the locals if they saw them, for the machines are unique in all the planet. first of all, the are no caterpillar-driven tank-like machines on that column.

"Because this planet has been declared an Imperial reserve, we can't use heavy bolos here." Commander Darktrooper tough to himself. "the only class of armor allowed for us to play is walkers and tire-driven light armor. But what better excuse for me to take on a spin in my old lady."

"commander, do you want to review formation and objectives?" Said Shiva, the Mad Cat-class Battlemech AI, via the on-board speakers. "sure do, Shiva. we still got a long way to go." Darktrooper replied and readied himself for her report.

"Yes, commander. Our current formation is a vertical, multi-file, medium spaced column consisting of 1 heavy-class battlemech, Mad Cat Mk.3 command-variant; 2 medium-class Battlemechs, Hellbringer Mk.6 anti-armor-variant; 4 light-class battlemechs, 2 Nova Mk.3 light escort-variant and 2 Jenner IIC Mk.12 APC-variant with 2 Marine light-infantry platoons loaded each; 12 M12 "warthog" LRV, 6 anti-personel-air platform and 6 light-APC platform with 1 marine fire team loaded each." Shiva reported without missing a beat. Lt. EVA would be proud of her. "Our current objective is the local ComSat station. ETA: 30 minutes."

"Thank you, Shiva. How is the welcome committee on-site?" Darktrooper inquired.

"No threats detected on sensors. Civilian aircraft has been detected in the theater area but no hostile action has been detected from them. One of the civilian aircraft appears to be a media-reporting aircraft, since high levels of radio waves are being broadcast." Shiva replied.

"Good then. that will complete the secondary objective: show of force. I hope that the local xeno-relations agency can use this chance to have a chat with us. Now we just need to get close to the ComSat station and you can take over the rest of the operation." Darktrooper said with a hearty voice. he was feeling good today.

[Copy Of]

Copy Of blinked up at the hideous bitch goddess in the sky.

CO: Sun, where's your sister, Moon?

CO(thinking): Too much booze last night. He shook his head. Raised his hand to his ear.

sfx: bleep bleep boop!

CO: Grey on duty?

G: Good morning, sir!!! This is Grey 000.159 reporting! What may I do for you today???

Grimacing.

CO: Good morning, Grey 000.159. Status report please.

G: Still gathering data. Looks like the Imperial Troops are prepping for something, but it's probably not a concern. I don't believe anything bad could happen on such a beautiful day!

Light stabbed into CO's eyes. His guts churned.

CO: And the distribution?

G: On schedule. In fact, ahead of schedule! We estimate towel distribution to be around 60% in the reputable parts of Jabville. More like 15% in squats and alleyways. We are already getting excellent data!!

Grunting.

CO: Didn't know there were reputable parts of Jabville.

G: My, aren't you a gloomy guss today!! Didn't sleep well?

CO: Didn't sleep. My apologies if I'm a bit off, Grey 000.159. Forgive me?

G: Why of course, sir! You need not ask!

CO: Thank you. Can you do me a favor, Grey 000.159?

G: It would be my pleasure, sir!

CO: Pickup for one. I need transport to somewhere restful. Not the Mothership, please.

G: Of course, Sistership will be happy to receive you and nurse you back to health. Will there be anything else, sir?

CO: No that's ...

He broke off mid sentence as a pink blur wizzed by him.

CO: Sigh. Scratch that. Get me a towel would you?

G: There should be one around the corner from your location, sir. It's in the newspaper stand along with today's edition. Will there be anything else, sir?

Copy scratched his head thoughtfully.

CO: Yes, edit and queue the feed from my lost towel. I'd like to review it when I wake.

G: Will do, sir. Your ride should be approaching now.

Blessed shade blotted out the sun.

CO: There he is. Thanks for everything, Grey 000.159.

G: My pleasure, sir. You are the hope of our species.

SFX: Beep Bleep blaaa!

This post has been edited by Copy Of: 27 July 2009 - 02:28 AM

[Erikon]

Wow, more incredible chapters to this great story! I guess Rockstar really is a cock hungry bitch! And I'm really feeling bad for IamMe's horrible predicament... not that he doesn't deserve it! Someone save this miserable wretch! LOL!