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Principia Discordia => Or Kill Me => Topic started by: ThatGreenGentleman on May 17, 2012, 06:33:40 AM

Title: More brain crap stories from TGG.
Post by: ThatGreenGentleman on May 17, 2012, 06:33:40 AM
   In the countryside of some country, far far away, an old man sits on the porch of his house. Looking out at the forest in the valley below, listening to the birds nearby, singing a song of sorts, his breath soft and his pulse slow. He turns his attention to the photo album in his lap, and with creaking bones he opens it. He smiles a wrinkled smile at the many memories and allows his mind to wander off down memory lane for a short while...

   He was born in a small house on Baker Street, on a rainy day in June. His parents, immigrants from Romania, named him Tera Lazarovici. His older sister, Byte, shared the same features as him, black hair, brown eyes, roman-like noses, etc. Although they shared the same facial characteristics, they differed in personality. She was a genius of science, he was a genius of the streets, which was important later on in his childhood. When Tera was 11 and Byte was 14, their parents abandoned them. With no where to else to go, they went to their grandfather's house. Their grandfather was a kind man, but very old. They were with him for about a week before he passed away in his sleep. Even though Grandfather Lazarovici died, he left the children his house and his robotics workshop, which was hidden somewhere in the house. For three days Tera and Byte searched the house high and low, until Tera found a crack in the wall. When the siblings pushed on it hard enough, a secret door popped open to reveal a messy workshop with robotic parts everywhere. But what caught their eye was the object on the main worktable. It was an advanced looking robot, that definitely looked more like a human than the robots they saw on the streets everyday. This robot was complete, except it was missing a memory core. However, lucky for them their deceased grandfather had already programmed the memory core and left it next to the robot, almost as if he knew he wouldn't be the one to power up his greatest creation. Byte placed the memory core in the back of the robot's head. As soon as it was in place, the robots eyes flickered on, and became a light blue color. The robot looked at both of the children, and then bowed and introduced himself as Nano before saying, "What is it you require?" The siblings looked at each other before Byte said to Nano, "We require someone to take care of us. Are you up to that task?" Nano nodded his head in understanding and bowed once more to his new masters.

End of part 1.
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Post by: Placid Dingo on May 17, 2012, 09:20:03 AM
Interesting to see where you take it.
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Post by: Mesozoic Mister Nigel on May 17, 2012, 10:04:10 PM
Nice! I'm looking forward to part 2.
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Post by: ThatGreenGentleman on May 18, 2012, 01:30:51 AM
   "Don't you dare forget me. Promise you'll come back, you have to." This sentence played over and over again in his mind. He could hear the words, not the voice. This living-dead of a man knew someone once told him this, but who it was seemed to escape his memory...

   The Quinn brothers lived in a city, on the corner of Regret Avenue and Revenge Lane, a few blocks away from Baker Street. They owned a bakery and lived in the small apartment above it. Their lives were not exciting nor were they boring, but just right. One of their frequent customers, the Lazarovici family, recently had their second child, but that is the other story, not this particular one, but they two stories will meet eventually, just not yet. Anyways, the older brother was named James, the younger was Dante. Peaceful days were normal, until the day Dante died. It was an early morning in June, raining like it does everyday in June (in this city at least), and Dante was bringing out the garbage into the alleyway to put in the dumpster. Now, before I continue on, let's jump over to John's story for bit. John, 53 years-old, hates his job, his wife's cheating on him. When John confronted his wife about her affair, she told him the address of the man she was seeing. Unfortunately she mixed up her lover's address with his neighbor's, the brothers. Now back to Dante's death. John snuck up behind him, and brutally murdered poor Dante who had just turned twenty-one. Leaving the scene of the crime, and Dante's corpse, John returned home to find his wife with her lover and then murdered them both before killing himself, but enough about John, he's a very silly man. Let's go to James. James had just returned from picking up ingredients to get to work on making bread and other things, when he noticed the back door was open a little bit. He slowly proceeded over to the door, trying to keep himself calm, but the music on the radio wasn't helping. "Dante? You out here?" the older brother asked cautiously as he opened the door all the way. It was raining much more heavily than it was earlier, so it took James a few moments to realize what he was looking at. What he thought was just some collapsed drunk was actually his younger brother, lying in a pool of his own blood mixed with rain water. James eyes went wide with panic and such immense sorrow that the neighbors could hear his heart breaking...

   After Dante was buried in Pleasant Grove Cemetery, James didn't want to accept that his kid brother was dead and would never come back. He had to find a way to bring him back from the grave, no matter the price. He searched for weeks, until he came across a small shop that one would normally overlook and not notice it, but this was not normal circumstances. James entered the shop, the bell rung to signal that a customer was now present, and a very small wrinkled old man came out from behind a bookshelf. His eyebrows and mustache were so thick that you couldn't see his facial expressions. "Yes sonny? What is it you're looking for?" James looked around a bit at what goods the store had, and said, "I'm trying to bring my brother back. Don't suppose you would have anything to help me with that?" The old man stopped and thought for a moment before scurrying off to find a ladder. When he came back he propped the ladder against one of the tallest bookshelves James had ever seen, and climbed up to the very top. The wrinkled man plucked a book from on top of the bookshelf, and went back down. Before he gave James the book he said, "Be careful. What this book holds is a way to bring back the dead. However, there is limited life in this world, in order to bring one back from the dead, someone from the living will have to be exchanged with them. Death doesn't like to be cheated." But before the old man could tell James the last and most important detail, James grabbed the book and handed the old man a 50 Tenets (Tenets are their form of currency, kind of like the dollar or the euro) and practically ran out of the shop to get his brother back.

   He waited until midnight to get his brother's body from the graveyard. He had been digging for what seemed like years, but was really only an hour. When he opened the coffin, Dante's body was beginning to rot and his skin had turned a light green, which wasn't that surprising considering that the graveyard was surrounded by factories and such. Dante's wounds had been stitched up horribly (the wounds that had killed him) and were visible all over his body. James frowned a bit, but wrapped his brother in a canvas cloth and brought him to the bakery. Once everything was ready, he began the ritual. A fog from nowhere rolled into the room, and the candles threatened to go out. A cloaked figure appeared and croaked out at James, "Who has called me, the Lord of the Dead?" When James told Death of what happened and how he wanted his brother back, Death agreed. With the snap of its boney fingers, the corpse began to move a bit. When Dante opened his eyes again, they were no longer the bright blue they used to be, but were now a foggy blue color. He sat up slowly and stiffly. "Don't worry, he may be half dead but he won't eat human flesh like most mortals foolishly believe. Now, it is time for payment," Death said in a very grave tone. Shackles were now placed around James' wrists. "What are you doing?" James yelled, frightened. "Taking payment. The old man explained it to you, did he not? One of the living must be exchanged for one of the dead. But they must share the same blood, or it will not work." "He never told me that! Why does it have to be on of the same blood?" Death looked at the man and said, "There is no greater bond than the bond of blood." James looked worriedly over at his brother who was staring at them listlessly. Death saw this and said, "Do not worry, he's just waking up. You'll meet him again someday, but not anytime soon though." James felt a little better about that, and Death opened the door the realm of the Dead. James shouted something to Dante before he passed through completely. The door that was the midway between the Living and the Dead closed behind James, the last thing he saw was his zombie brother just staring at him...

   Pain, it hurts, everything FUCKING HURTS. His sight was foggy and blurred, and everything hurt. He heard two people talking in the distance, but it got louder and louder until he was in the same room as them. He sat up, and saw a man talking to Death. He didn't know what was going on, but it seemed important. After awhile a door suddenly appeared and Death was taking the man through it, but the man looked over his shoulder and yelled to him, "We'll meet again Dante, I promise, so don't forget me." And then the door shut and they were gone. "Dante huh? I guess that's me, but who was that guy? I kind of wish Death hadn't taken him, he seems like he knows me... Why can't I remember anything?" Dante got up and looked about the room, until he saw a mirror and had a good look at himself. "God damn, I look like I was in an accident. Two stitches on my face, well at least it isn't as bad as my chest, fucking stitches palooza there... Why the hell is my skin green?" He rubbed the back of his neck, it was so stiff it was like he slept on the floor for weeks. He went and explored the rest of the house looking for clues as to who he was and who that guy was...

   End of part 2.
Title: Re: More brain crap stories from TGG.
Post by: Doktor Howl on May 18, 2012, 01:32:44 AM
Hell yeah
Title: Re: More brain crap stories from TGG.
Post by: ThatGreenGentleman on May 18, 2012, 01:56:06 AM
I take it that everyone is enjoying these so far?
Title: Re: More brain crap stories from TGG.
Post by: ThatGreenGentleman on May 18, 2012, 02:38:07 AM
   "Well, the Land of the Dead is nothing like the stories." James remarked, feeling especially sarcastic. "Of course not. The Land of the Dead is not all smiles and fucking rainbows," Death said in its monotone voice. The Land of the Dead was this: Dark, depressing, dead people moaning and bitching about crap that no longer concerned them. "So will I be put in the wailing pits or the valley of faces?" the living man asked. "Neither. You are to stay close to me, for you're the only living being in here, and that attracts a lot of unwanted attention from those... not so living." James decided to shut up a bit, not really wanting to know why there would be unwanted attention. Eventually the Lord of the Dead and the living man arrived at Death's home, the Castle of Imminent Doom and Despair as Death had called it, trying to make it sound dramatic. Once they passed the threshold, James' shackles disappeared. "Don't go running off just because your shackles are gone. If you so much as step one foot out of this castle every dead being in the Land of the Dead will know you exist and swarm the place like parasites. Those shackles were the only thing that hid your presence. Remember this well," Death warned. James hesitantly asked, "Why?" Death paused, then turned to look at the man. "Because you are alive. They are dead. The dead wish to live again, but they all must wait their turn. Although it does take many years for most of them to live again. If they found a living person here, they would rip off the person's flesh and wear it as a suit and make their way into the living world, continually stealing flesh, because stolen flesh rots. It always does." James shuddered at the thought of his flesh being ripped off, and followed Death deeper into the castle...

   They had been walking down a hallway for a while, and James was playing twenty questions which ended up being "55 of the dumbest questions." "So are you a man or a woman?" Death replied, "Neither, but if I wanted to I could appear as either one or both, but it's a pain to do so. I normally appear as a skeleton to save time and confusion." They finally reached the room Death was looking for, and he got out his handy dandy superintendent key ring to unlock the door. Once the door was unlocked, Death told James that this was the Room of Fates. "This room contains all the fates of every human being. Simply choose one of the bottles from the labeled shelves, and pour some of whatever is inside into that cauldron there, and their entire life will show itself to you, or if you tell it to, it will show you what that person is doing at the moment." James looked curiously at Death. "Why are you telling me this?" Death, although it was in the form of a skeleton, had a look of surprise on its skull. "Well I can't just have you do nothing. I'm letting you stay at my castle, so the least you can do is watch after the fates." James thought this was reasonable enough, he did hate to be a freeloader. While Death was explaining to the man what he would need to do for the job, and then left, as it was time to go reaping souls. James decided to look at some of the fates of people, and thought about his zombie brother. "I wonder if Dante is alright..."

   End of part 3.
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Post by: ThatGreenGentleman on May 18, 2012, 03:30:27 AM
   It had been about 7 years since they found Nano, and the children had grown into adulthood, Byte was now 21 and Tera 19. Nano hadn't seemed to age at all, but of course he wouldn't he's a robot and you're all being very ridiculous for thinking that a robot could age like a human can. Byte created robots for a career, but none of them could compare to Nano, though she had tried to make one like him. He was a unique type of robot. He had human mannerisms, and had feelings unlike the robots of this time. Nano also wore clothes, because he refused to "run around naked like those other robots." Tera earned money in "less honest" ways, but Nano was the one who got him out of trouble because although Tera did his job well, he never knew when to shut the hell up. In fact, Nano worked on these jobs with Tera, although he did object to most of them. Byte really didn't give a fuck as long as Tera didn't end up dead or Nano was broken beyond her ability to repair him. Enough with catching up on how the children grew up.

   The phone rang loudly throughout the house, it was way too early in the morning, so it was for Tera. The young man slowly got up from his bed, and looked at the bed across the room that belonged to Nano. Tera always found it weird that Nano slept even though he was a robot, but had gotten used to it, though he flipped his shit when Byte said that he had to share a room with the robot. He walked out of the room, and across the living room into the kitchen to answer the call. He tripped over Baldwin, the stray cat Nano had found. Baldwin hissed and Tera cursed at the fluff ball, and finally answered the phone. "Who the hell is calling me at... 3:07 in the fucking morning?" A woman snickered on the other end of the phone, "My my, isn't someone in such a jolly mood today?" He groaned and muttered, "What do you want Valerie?" "Oh, nothing much. Just need you, Nano and Byte to come by a little later. I think I found something that might interest her." He paused for a minute before replying. "You know my sister doesn't like going there, especially if it involves you." The woman laughed again, "Yea I know. She hasn't liked me since we were kids, but I couldn't give a flying fuck about that anyways. Just tell her that it involves the Quinn brothers, and she'll show up." "... Who the hell are the Quinns, Valerie?" This time it was the woman named Valerie who paused for a few minutes. "Brothers who had died a little after you were born, so you wouldn't know or really remember them. Just tell Byte and we'll tell you about it." Then Valerie hung up the phone, which was unusual for her to do. Tera put the phone down and went back to his room and slept for a few more hours before Byte woke him up.

   "... Valerie told you it had something to do with the Quinns?" Byte had a look of horror on her face, a look she never had before in front of Tera, and it scared him a bit. Byte pushed away her breakfast, suddenly not feeling hungry anymore. "Why would Valerie, of all people, know something about those brothers? It just doesn't make sense..." Byte became lost in thought about the Quinns. At the mention of 'the Quinns' Nano's info. search function switched on, and many news articles about them appeared. What he had found about them was quite the mystery, the oldest brother goes missing and his younger brother's grave had been disturbed and his body missing as well. The trio left the house and headed for The Cave, an extremely shitty club owned by Valerie in the Filth District.

   "Good to see you came along Byte," Valerie said with an overly sweet voice. "Bite me bitch. Now what's this about the Quinn brothers?" Valerie's face became serious, another thing she usually didn't do. "Follow me," she said. The trio followed the woman named Valerie into a back room. "Before I show you guys what I found, we should probably explain to Nano and Tera what the big deal is about the Quinn brothers." For once Byte actually agreed with Valerie, and Valerie explained about Dante's death, and how James became a bit crazy trying to bring back his dead brother and then suddenly disappeared. Valerie then opened the door that led into the back room of the back room. She went in first and waited until the others entered the room before turning on the lights. Byte gasped and Tera looked shocked and Nano... well he always has a poker face. A man with green skin and stitches covering his body was laying down on a bed, and when the lights came on his eyes opened to reveal foggy blue eyes. "What I found, was Dante Quinn."

End of part 4.
Title: Re: More brain crap stories from TGG.
Post by: Luna on May 19, 2012, 12:01:40 AM
These are awesome, TGG.
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Post by: Freeky on May 19, 2012, 03:59:35 AM
Hell yes they are! :)
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Post by: Mesozoic Mister Nigel on May 19, 2012, 04:49:35 AM
I likes these... very well-done!
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Post by: ThatGreenGentleman on May 19, 2012, 06:41:11 AM
Thanks you guys. Also, I am just totally a master of cliff hangers, fo' seriously.
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Post by: AnarChloe on May 19, 2012, 07:36:42 AM
I find these enjoyable. Can't wait for more!
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Post by: ThatGreenGentleman on May 19, 2012, 05:56:22 PM
   He was asleep, but wasn't dreaming, for the dead can't dream of anything at all. The dead don't sleep either, but he was a zombie, half living and half dead, so sleep was somewhat important. When the lights flicked on he knew who was there. The woman named Valerie and her guests, a man and woman, possibly siblings since they looked so similar, and a robot. Dante looked at them, and much like the robot, Dante had a poker face on. Valerie motioned them back into the previous room, Dante going as well. When they all had gotten comfortable on the most uncomfortable chairs that have ever existed, the young lady named Byte ventured to ask, "Mr. Quinn, what happened to you?" Dante looked at her and said, "Well I died, was brought back to a sort of half life, and have been chased by skin stealers for the past few years. So what has happened to me hasn't been very good." The three living people and robot were confused at the term of "skin stealer" so Dante had to explain from the sort of beginning...

   Dante had just recently been resurrected, and had been searching the small apartment above the bakery. In a small living room, he had found a few pictures, one of him (when he was less green) and that man who had been taken by Death, and others were much older. The older pictures were of him and the man when they were children, with two adults who Dante assumed were mum and dad. He took the older picture out of its frame and looked on the back of it. On the back were names, "Mum and Dad, Dante and James." The zombie studied the picture carefully, "I guess that guy was James..." He pocketed the picture and continued his search through the house. He found nothing of real use but looked anyways. He was in the middle of looking through his old room when he heard the radio from the bakery switch on playing "I'm Member of the Midnight Crew" which was quite eerie, considering it was dark outside and inside the building for the lights were off. Dante found the staircase that led down into the bakery and followed it. It led into the bakery's kitchen, and Dante walked through it and stopped in the doorway that led into the front room (basically where the customers come in and order). Sitting at the table in the corner sat a man looking out through the large window, but when Dante stopped in the doorway, the man's head snapped into an awkward position, looking at Dante with such frightening eyes, it was as if he was looking into your mind. A smile danced its way across his face, showing sharp crooked teeth. "Hello my dear friend. Dante is it? Well I should hope so, because you reek of Death." The man got up from the chair and walked over to the zombie. "Tell me something my good chum, why is it that you get a second chance at life and I do not? Why did someone care about you enough to sacrifice their life for your terminated one? Why? WHY?" The strange man grabbed Dante and began screeching "WHY? WHY?" over and over again, his face clearly displaying the emotion of rage, Dante was now frightened at this point. The strange man slowly released the zombie from his grasp, another smile going across his face. "I'm sorry I forgot to introduce myself, my name is Niles, or at least it's the name of this chap's skin. Have you ever stolen someone's skin? It's quite an invigorating sensation, especially the screams they make when their flesh is ripped from their bones," the strange man named Niles was becoming very creepy, extremely so when he shuddered delightfully by mentioning ripping flesh from bones. Dante knew he had to get out of there, this man was not sane, but was startled out of his thoughts when Niles spoke again. "Perhaps if I steal your skin, mine won't rot anymore." Niles licked his upper lip, and Dante ran out through the back. "Oh, I do just love it when they make me chase them." Dante was running down Baker Street as fast as his rigor mortis stricken legs could carry him, which was pretty fast actually. "Holy shit that man is crazy! I don't know why i should be running though, I'm dead so I can't actually die..." In the distance he could hear Niles shouting after him, "Run little zombie, run! I'll find you and your skin soon enough."

   This game of cat and mouse continued on for the next seven years until Dante ran into Valerie, literally. "Ouch, that hurt you dumbass idio- Oh my god, Dante? Dante Quinn? Aren't you supposed to be dead?" Dante looked over his shoulder in a panic then returned his focus onto the woman in front of him, "Look if you know me help me please. I just need somewhere to hide for a couple of hours." Valerie thought about this for a few moments, "Okay, I can hide you, but you got to tell me what the hell is going on. Follow me." Valerie led the way back to her establishment. "You can stay in here, I need to make a call, and when my guests arrive you'll be sharing about how your still... alive?" Dante nodded his head in agreement and flopped onto the bed. He pulled out the picture of his family from when he and James were kids and sighed. "Thanks so much for this life, brother..."

   At the end of this long tale, Dante took a sip out of his drink that Valerie had brought in. Apparently it was something called "tea" but Dante's taste buds no longer functioned so he didn't know what it tasted like. The young man called Tera spoke up. "I still want to know what the fuck a skin stealer is." The robot, Nano, smacked the man upside the head. "Language mister. Skin stealer is a pretty self-explanatory. It's a person who steals other peoples skins." The zombie looked at the robot. "Yes, but that person isn't alive. They're a being who has escaped from the Land of the Dead." Dante looked a little surprised at what he just said, it didn't sound like himself, and everyone was now staring at the zombie. Valerie was about to say something but Dante's mouth opened again, a booming voice that did not belong to him rang out, "Hear me now mortals, I am the Lord of the Dead. And no, before some idiot asks, I do not live in Dante's stomach, I'm merely using him as a way to communicate to you. It's best that all of you leave this building, that skin stealer, Niles, is getting closer, and I am far too busy at the moment to hunt him down and drag his wailing self back to the Land of the Dead. Unless any of you would like to deal with him? Again, leave there or you will all die, except for maybe the robot... maybe." Dante's mouth then closed again. Everyone looked at one another, then got up from their chairs and got the fuck out of there.

   End of part 5.
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Post by: ThatGreenGentleman on May 19, 2012, 07:55:28 PM
   Back in the Land of the Dead, in the Castle of Imminent Doom and Despair, the Lord of the Dead sat in the Room of Voices, still holding the orb that allowed him to talk through Dante. The skeleton sighed even though it had no lungs or a beating heart, and listened to the skeleton crows cawing on a dead tree just outside of the window. James, the living man sat across from Death, a scowl on his face. "Don't look at me like that, I can't just interfere in the world of the Living as I please. The best I could do was give them that warning." James glare at the talking skeleton narrowed. "That damn skin stealer has been chasing my brother for seven years now, and the best you can do is send a warning? Normally you would just go and bring the skin stealer back and put them in the boiling pots." Death got up from its chair and placed the orb back on its pedestal. "I was hoping I wouldn't have to tell you this, but I've been losing my grip on the reins. More and more skin stealers have been breaking out of here, and the Land of the Dead has been going through... changes." James gave it a curious look, but the skeleton merely pointed out the window at the skeleton crows. James studied the bird carefully, and saw what Death meant. The dead birds were beginning to grow flesh, not a lot but enough to notice. "What's going on Death?" The skeleton sat back down in the chair and said, "Because so many dead beings have been going to the Land of the Living, the Land of the Dead has been shifting from death into life. And the Land of the Living is starting to shift from life into death. Because of this I've been slowly losing power to control the dead. Hell, until you came here I was beginning to neglect the fates, a fatal mistake on my part. If the shift is allowed to continue, everyone living being will die and life will start all over again, but on this side instead of the other. I will lose my position as Lord of the Dead, and be cast into the Oubliette for failure of catastrophic proportions." The living man stared, wide-eyed, at the Lord of the Dead, shocked at what he had just heard. "Is there anyway to stop the shift from happening?" Death paused for a moment, "There is, but it will require your brother and his, er... new friends. And even then, it's a very VERY small chance it will even work, mainly because I've let the situation spiral out of control to this point." James looked down at the floor, then back at the skeleton. "Where do we start then?" Lord of the Dead and the living man left the Room of Voices and went into the Room of Many Disorganized Plans.

   End of part 6.
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Post by: ThatGreenGentleman on May 21, 2012, 12:24:45 AM
   The group was practically running down the street, the robot and zombie in the lead. "Is this what is was like for you the past several years?" Nano asked casually. The zombie looked at the robot before replying. "Yes, but I didn't get warnings from Death itself." "Are you two quite finished with your tea party over there? We kind of need to find a better place to discuss what is happening," Byte said to the two in the front of this jogging party. As they were throwing sarcastic insults at each other, Valerie remembered she left behind something extremely important that I will name later on. She grabbed Tera by the shoulder, "I have to go back, I left something behind." Tera stared at her as if she had lost her marbles. "Are you sane? You do realize there's a skin stealer back there!" Valerie sighed, "Yea I know, but I need to get that object, it may be useful. If I'm not back in 5 minutes call the police or something." Reluctantly, Tera agreed to Valerie's request and made sure to keep an eye out for payphones. The others weren't exactly happy with Valerie's decision to go back to get whatever it was she needed, but it was a little too late to object because she had already left.

   Valerie arrived back at her property, cautious with her every step. She opened the front door and entered the main room, the lights flickered, but they always did that. Valerie walked down one of the back hallways until she got to her office and opened the desk drawers looking for the object. "Damn, DAMN. Where the hell is it?" While she was busy with her frantic search she didn't notice someone had entered the room with her until the most bone-chilling voice spoke. "Looking for something?" Her eyes went wide with panic and she stumbled backwards until she hit a wall. "You're Niles, aren't you?" Valerie croaked out, her throat getting drier by the second. The man chuckled and his white eyes never left hers. "Yes, I am. You must be friends with the zombie, right?" He moved closer and grabbed her by the neck. She began to shake with fear. "Oh that is so adorable, but don't worry love, I wouldn't steal your skin. I won't kill you either, at least not yet. So, tell me, where is Dante?" He leaned in close, and Valerie did something she would regret. She spat in the skin stealer's face. His face twisted up into a rage and he screeched, "You disgusting little worm! How dare you?" He began to strangle her, but suddenly loosened his grip when a smile grew on his face. "Ah yes, I just thought of something absolutely wonderful. I think you'll like it too. A little gift to thank you for spitting on my gorgeous face." He grabbed a pair of scissors from the desk and dug it into her eyes. She screamed at the pain as her eyesight began to fade away. The last thing she would ever see was Niles face, grinning gleefully and laughing at her. Everything went dark.

   "Valerie. Valerie!" Someone was calling her name, but everything was dark and she couldn't see. "Oh move over, I'll get her up." A stinging sensation danced on her face as someone slapped her. She was finally awake and opened her eyelids to reveal two dark holes in her face where her eyes should have been. "Oh my god, Valerie. What the hell happened?" It sounded like the sentence came from Nano, but she wasn't sure. "I'm not sure... One minute I'm searching my desk, the next I'm getting my eyes gouged out by Niles. By the way, where are we? I can't see a damned thing." Byte venomously bit out, "What was going through your mind that would make you think that going back there to get whatever it was?" Valerie fiddled with the blanket on her lap and muttered out, "I'm sorry." Byte sat down on the hospital bed next to her. "No, I'm sorry. That was a bit too harsh, but it was incredibly stupid of you." After a few moments of silence, the group began to decide what to do next.

   End of part 7.
Title: Re: More brain crap stories from TGG.
Post by: Doktor Howl on May 22, 2012, 03:51:21 AM
Quote from: ThatGreenGentleman on May 18, 2012, 01:56:06 AM
I take it that everyone is enjoying these so far?

Very much so.
Title: Re: More brain crap stories from TGG.
Post by: ThatGreenGentleman on May 22, 2012, 04:57:20 AM
A Brief History of Niles.

   Since we've gotten a bit of the others' history, it would be unfair if we didn't go into Niles' history. He was born into a wealthy family long ago, of course his name wasn't Niles then, it was Bertrand Lanmont, and he was the heir to Lanmont Industries and the family fortune. He was a bit arrogant and prideful, but overall he was a kind person to those who were close to him. His closest friend was Amelia, a maid in the Lanmont household, they had known each other since they were children. Amelia loved him as more than a friend, however he did not feel the same towards her, Bertrand was in love with Madge Rosecroft, who was also from wealthy family, but had less wealth than the Lanmonts. Now Madge Rosecroft was quite the beauty, but unfortunately her personality didn't match her looks at all. She was vain and greedy, she only loved herself. Bertrand proposed to Madge many times, but every time she refused, until her family fell onto hard times. With most of her family's money gone, and unable to support her lavish lifestyle, she agreed to marry Bertrand. He felt like the happiest man in the world, and poor Amelia was heart broken. When they were newlyweds Bertrand spent every waking moment trying to make Madge happy, but she wasn't impressed, so Bertrand began to ignore his friendship with Amelia. With the family fortune dwindling due to Madge's expensive lifestyle, Madge eventually left Bertrand for another man, leaving the poor fool with his smashed heart. He ended up killing himself, and so he met the Lord of the Dead. Bertrand was left on the Hangman's Tree to suffer for all eternity...

   Amelia wanted Bertrand back, if not as a lover then still as best friends. She summoned Death and when she explained to it her situation, Death let out a deep sigh and said, "You two were not of blood bonds, so there is nothing I can do. However, I can bring him a message." Ever so quick, she wrote down her message to Bertrand and gave it to Death. When Death departed, Amelia couldn't have known exactly what type of seed she had sown.

   At the Hangman's Tree, Bertrand thought of how stupid he was to have thought he was in love with Madge, and Death appeared. "A message for you from Amelia," it said to the dead man. The dead man read it and realized that the one he was actually in love with was Amelia, he was only infatuated with Madge and her beauty. Death departed back to its home, and Bertrand began to think of ways to get out of the Land of the Dead to see Amelia again. The day came when he had his chance, but when he was in the Land of the Living, he saw how rotted his skin had become. "I need a new skin, so I don't scare Amelia with my rotted one." And he found one, in a public park late at night. The poor sod was named Niles, and he lost his skin to the very first skin stealer. Once he was comfortable in his new skin, Bertrand/Niles went off to look for Amelia. He found her, but she had become an old woman though she never once stopped loving him. They had a very short lived reunion, that ended with them finally telling each other how they felt, and Amelia dying in his arms. He was sad and outraged, and wanted revenge for the lost time he could have been with Amelia. And he knew just the person to get revenge on.

   Madge Rosecroft was now an old woman as well, and wasn't expecting to see Bertrand Lanmont again. She begged for her life, but he killed her and fled, knowing Death would show up and he wasn't going back to the Land of the Dead. Bertrand Lanmont threw away his old name, and took on the name Niles. What started as an act of love ended as an act of hatred.

   End of A Brief History of Niles.

Shit is about to get real guys.
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Post by: ThatGreenGentleman on May 29, 2012, 11:10:06 PM
I sense a great foreshadowing/flashback in the force...

   A legend, long forgotten, about how this world came into existence, about two brothers, about Life and Death. Long ago, before time itself had ever started, a world was born but there was not much on it. The creators of this world were far too busy too add any detail to it, so they created two small beings, or "brothers", to design this new world as they saw fit while the creators attended to more important matters. The brothers, the oldest tall and shining like the sun, the youngest short but glowing like the moon, began to build this world that at the moment was nothing more than a smooth stone spinning around the new universe. On this new world there was only one realm, the Land of the Living, but the Rift that would create the Land of the Dead, but only through tragedy and blood.

   Once the world was complete the creators came to look at it and were pleased, so they decided to reward the brothers, but only one could receive this particular reward. The reward was to become the Lord of the Living and rule over the living beings for all time, but the creators couldn't agree on which brother it should be. The first creator thought it should be the older brother, for he was stronger and provided a brilliant light from which other life could spring forth. The second creator thought it should be the younger brother, for he was wiser and was more balanced than the older one. The third creator was cunning and loved to cause trouble, but in this case he had come up with a perfect solution. The brothers would fight one another until there was only one. The other two creators agreed and pit the two brothers against one another...

   The brothers did not want to fight, but were powerless to the will of their masters. For seven days and seven nights the brothers' battle raged and caused much damage to the world, but on the last day (the seventh day), the oldest triumphed and the creators rejoiced in having a victor, but the youngest brother was dead, his moon like glow died out, and his corpse no longer had any color, it was just gray. The oldest brother tried to use his sun like light to bring the younger back, but it didn't quite work. The younger brother's body began to move again, but with only a half of his life. In fact the only reason he came back at all was because he and his brother shared the same blood. The older brother was horrified at what he had just done, his brother was neither alive nor dead, but his flesh was rotting and a grayish green. Once the younger brother got to his feet the world shook, and a hole was torn into the air. It revealed the Land of the Dead, and the younger brother stepped through the Rift and into his new home, his flesh rotting at an alarming rate. He turned back only once to look at his older brother, now they could never see each other again. One belonged to the living for he still had flesh, the other belonged to the dead for he was nothing but a skeleton now. The Rift closed, the creators began to celebrate for now the world was truly complete. It had the Lord of the Living and the Lord of the Dead. The brothers were given these names; Life and Death.

   "You'll remember the words, not the person who spoke them."

End of I sense a great foreshadowing/flashback in the force...

Shit is almost about to get real.
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Post by: ThatGreenGentleman on June 17, 2012, 05:03:13 AM
   In the shadiest parts of town, where no one dares to enter, there lies the lair of the skin-stealers. In the lair is the throne that Niles sits upon. The throne is made from bones, and is decorated with skulls and shiny objects, kind of like a crow's nest. Niles was thinking of ways to go about this new situation. If things went exactly the way he wanted, and the Shift happened, he would become the new Lord of the Dead and then he could do as he pleased. He smirked to himself as his "loyal subjects" merely laid about munching on flesh and cackling about something. He rose from his throne and walked out of the lair, he needed someone- no something- to keep an eye on the zombie and his friends while the skin-stealer began to lay out plans. He would have to make a deal, with the best predator alive; he'd have to ask Styx.

   Styx never stayed in one place for too long, but it's never hard to find him, that is if you know how to find him. Normally there are red X's painted on nearby walls, and if they are followed, people eventually end up in Styx's current abode. The places he stays at are pretty nice looking, which is quite a shock considering how Styx is not nice looking at all. Styx looks like something out of a nightmare; skin as dark as tar, extremely thin lips that are as bright as freshly spilt blood, deformed wings, and big white eyes with the smallest black pupils imaginable. When he looks at people it unnerves them, it even unnerved Niles the first few times, but only slightly. When Niles finally found Styx's new hide-out, the scene he walked in on would have most people retching, but Niles wasn't most people, especially since he's a skin-stealer. Styx was in the middle of a meal, and by 'meal' I of course mean a pretty young lady who happened to wander too close to Styx's territory, and an intestine hanging out of his mouth as his thin red lips quirked up into a smile that revealed the tiniest, but sharpest set of teeth that even Jaws would be jealous of. "Hello Niles," the creature hissed out. "To what do I owe the pleasure?" Niles walked about the room, admiring the collection of knifes and other sharp weapons before he said, "I need you to do something for me. I need you to keep track of a zombie and his little friends." The tone in Niles voice sounded cheery and jittery, to anyone it would seem as if he was happily talking about his friends, but Styx recognized this tone. It was the tone of a crazy dead being, who would gleefully slaughter if it wouldn't catch Death's attention. Styx's grin grew impossibly wider and he asked with his voice dripping with blood lust, "Only watch them? Not swoop in and tear them to pieces? No bathing in their blood? My my, Niles if I didn't know any better I would say you've gone soft." The skin-stealer turned on his heels to face the creature, his eyes gleaming like marbles. "Soft? How could I, of all beings, go soft? How could I go soft on a FUCKING ZOMBIE WHO ACTUALLY HAD SOMEONE CARE ABOUT HIM? WOULD SOMEONE WHO HAD GONE SOFT GOUGE OUT THE EYES OF THE ZOMBIE'S FRIEND? THEY WERE BEAUTIFUL EYES, SO BEAUTIFUL IN FACT, I ATE THEM. DOES THAT SOUND LIKE SOMEONE WHO HAS GONE SOFT?" Niles stopped in the middle of his mad ramblings, and put on a sickening smile. Styx cackled loudly at the Niles' outburst, and Niles laughed a bit too. "I thank you for that display, Niles; I shall take that as payment, my old friend." The two insane beings smiled at each other and then Niles left, to get the rest of his plans in motion.

   End of part 8.

Shit is still building up guys. It's so built up that Bill Clinton is constipated.
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Post by: ThatGreenGentleman on June 17, 2012, 06:49:08 AM
   He was dreaming, and he knew it. For once he was actually having a dream, and it was absolutely perfect. In this dream he was alive again, his heart beating and his flesh not rotting. His hands were warm instead of cold, and the stitches palooza on his torso was gone. It was nothing more than a dream but he was happy. If he had a choice in the matter, he would never wake up again. Unfortunately reality, and his mind, were cruel, and slowly the perfect dream turned into the perfect nightmare as Niles appeared and screeched in Dante's ear, "IT'S NOT REAL DANTE, NONE OF THIS IS REAL. YOU'RE NOTHING MORE THAN A PATHETIC WALKING CORPSE. I WILL MAKE SURE YOU WATCH ALL OF YOUR FRIENDS DIE. I WILL-" And that was where the mad ranting stopped as Dante sat up stiffly.

   Dante looked around the dark room, making sure Niles wasn't in there with him. He remembered that he was in the Lazarovici house, so if anyone got in an alarm would've gone off, so he calmed down. Dante was too awake to fall asleep again, so he began to walk around the house as quietly as a zombie could. After a few hours of mindless wandering he found himself in the attic that had a balcony and a telescope. Dante killed time with looking at the stars, and feeling a strange emptiness that he could not explain. His thoughts were interrupted when something flying by smacked him across the face. It moved too fast for him to see it clearly the first time, but the second time it came around it perched on the balcony's railing. This time, Dante could it see it clearly. It was a creature with skin as black as tar, thin red lips, and beady eyes. "So you are the zombie called Dante, correct?" It hissed at the zombie. Dante merely stared at it, with his frozen poker face. The creature jerkily tilted its head to the left, then to the right before it gasped as if it had just had an epiphany. "Oh, please excuse my manners. My name is Styx. Do not worry, I am not here to kill you unless ordered otherwise." Styx flashed Dante a sharp grin. To be honest, Dante had no idea what to say to that. "A quiet one, aren't you?" Styx asked before dramatically bowing, then falling backwards off the balcony and flew away. Dante would've shouted something at Styx, but Nano had been alerted by his system that someone had opened the balcony door, and appeared behind the zombie. "Are you alright?" the robot asked. Dante merely nodded and they went back downstairs.

   Something wasn't sitting right with the zombie. If Styx was supposed to be 'watching' them, why didn't Niles just come and finish the job instead of prolonging things? Unable to fit the puzzle pieces together, Dante instead groaned and smacked the table with his head. When he lifted his head again Tera remarked with "Careful now, can't have you splitting at the seams." One of Dante's stitches had come undone, and he groaned again. This seemed to be happening more and more often, his stitches would come loose from the slightest contact with objects. His hand had even fallen off at one point. Dante looked around the room, looking at what everyone else was doing. Byte had been in her workshop working on something ever since Valerie had been allowed to leave the hospital, Nano had been checking through files and data banks to find anything that could possibly help them against Niles, and Tera and Valerie had been out gathering information; but what about Dante? What had he been doing that was useful? Nothing. Other than stitching himself back together like a scarecrow he had done nothing of use. He wasn't going to mope about it of course, he was going to do something useful, but his thoughts were interrupted again when he felt something develop in his throat. Oh god, he felt like he was going to throw up. He had to get to a bathroom before he- too late, he began couching and hacking right there. Nano looked as distressed as a robot could, and Tera and Valerie were growing more concerned when Dante lost his balance and couldn't get up. Finally the thing in his throat became dislodged and he coughed it up successfully. The zombie sat up and grabbed the object. It was a small orb that faintly glowed, and on the orb was a small note. All it said was "You might find this to be of some use. Don't screw it up though, you only get one shot with this. Signed, the Lord of the Dead." Dante stared at it and could only think of this: "What the actual fuck, Death? What is this bullshit? What am I supposed to do with this? Use it to summon faeries and sparkles or something?" And then the zombie coughed up another note. "Don't be a douchebag, kid. Signed, Death." The zombie scowled, or at least attempted to scowl, and pocketed the orb. The robot and two living people looked at him and he assured them he was fine, Death was just being a prick.

   She had spent 58 hours going onto 59 working on this. It was vitally important, mainly because if they were going to stop Niles then everyone was going to have to be able to see. Byte added the final touches to her latest project before calling in Valerie and Nano. "Do you need me to administer the anesthesia now?" Nano asked, and Valerie furrowed her brows. Byte nodded to Nano before saying, "You'll be getting new eyes, Valerie." The eyeless woman was about to say something but Nano jabbed her in the neck and she was out like a light bulb.

   When Valerie awoke, her eye sockets were throbbing with pain. "Wha' happen?" was all she could manage to slur out. "Give them a few moments to turn on." Byte told her calmly. After about two minutes the world flickered into view for Valerie once more. She could see again, in fact she could six times as far than she originally could, there was even an infrared and night vision mode, but she she could see. Valerie sobbed out "Thank you" to the one person she never thought she would ever say that to willingly. In the short time she had been eyeless she didn't realize how much she missed her sight.Byte and Nano both placed a hand on Valerie's shoulders as she cried tears of joy.

   It had been a week since Nano had found Dante up at the attic balcony, and the zombie had returned there every night. Tera woke up when Nano's alarms went off, and Tera began to go with Nano to herd Dante away from the balcony. Each time the zombie muttered something about a strange creature called Styx. "I think he's finally lost it," Tera whispered to Nano when they went up to the balcony for the ninth night in a row. "I don't think that's what is wrong, but there is something strange going on," was the robot's reply. And something strange indeed. They saw Dante talking to the creepiest looking creature to have ever graced their eyes. Beady eyes, thin red lips, and skin as black as tar. When they got close enough, the creature snapped it's head in their direction. "Hello there," Styx called out to them, a wide grin dancing on his face.Tera's eyes went wide and he gulped at the way it seemed to stare through him yet at him at the same time. It was nerve-wracking to say the least. "Goodbye," Styx hissed as he fell backwards then flew away again. "Dante... What the hell was that?" Tera's voice cracked at the last word. The zombie sighed and was the one to herd the man and the robot down stairs this time.

   End of part 9.

Shit is still building up so much that there is now a shit castle in England where the royal family spends the summer in. It's pretty nice looking actually.
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Post by: ThatGreenGentleman on June 19, 2012, 03:04:42 AM
   The Lord of the Dead paced up and down the meeting hall, growing more and more anxious by the minute. It's pace kept getting faster and faster until its bones began to wail and moan under the excessive motion. James was trying to figure out how this plan was going to work, he had grown used to the rattling noises Death's bones made at this point. After awhile, Death stopped mid stride, and if it had eyes, the skeleton would look like an owl. James looked up from his work to look at the cloaked skeleton. "What's the matter?"  Death stood silent for many moments before replying. "...I don't know." James looked confused and asked what it was that Death didn't know. The skeleton's head looked out the large window, pondering a reply that would fit what it was trying to feel or understand. "It's just... Life stopped caring about the fate of the living beings long ago because of his guilt, so why do I still care? Why do I care about beings that do not belong to my realm? I've worked at this, at being Death for so long, I was the only that stuck around. I have no idea where Life went, but he doesn't care anymore... He hasn't cared for a long time." James didn't know how to answer Death, partly because he didn't know if Death was just talking to itself or not. The living man shrugged then went back to work on the plan, but out of the corner of his eyes, he swore he could see Death gaining a slight moon like glow that it hadn't had before.

   End of part 10.

Shit should start happening in the next part. Like an avalanche snow ball effect of shit happening.
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Post by: ThatGreenGentleman on June 19, 2012, 03:34:46 AM
   Niles sat in his lair, having had enough of waiting and planning. It was time to act, but being the gentleman he always was, he'd give the other side a message to let them know shit was getting real. He barked out orders to his subjects who all grinned devilishly. Most of them scampered off to prepare, a few followed their King so he could leave his message. He needed to find the robot, to make his declaration of war loud and clear.

   Nano had been going off to look for information by himself, mainly in dark alley ways and such. It had been raining all week, so it was miserable out, even for the robot. The street was empty, except for the shadows of people off in the distance. He thought nothing of it and kept walking, until a black blur headbutted him into a brick wall. His sensors were off a bit, but he knew who it was; it was Styx. "So sorry, robot, but orders are orders. Don't worry they won't destroy you." Then Styx was gone. Nano was confused, but quickly realized who "they" were. Three skin-stealers grabbed his arms and tore them off; he let out a mechanized shriek. Niles came up to him, a big grin plastered on his face. "Hello Mr. Robot, lovely weather we're having. Do you know what's going to happen to you? Well it's alright if you don't, you'll soon figure it out." Niles slowly removed his gentleman gloves and removed Nano's shirt to break open his covering. Once that was out of the way he began to pull out wires and circuit boards, he was giggling as the robot began to shut down. The last system warning Nano got was "SYSTEM FAILURE: PREPARING BACK UP." And then he was offline, for quite a long time.

   Everyone was sitting in an unsettling silence. No one knew what to say when Styx showed up with a battered Nano. Byte quietly loaded Nano into her workshop, telling Dante and Valerie to keep Tera out, no matter what happened or what he said. She said it was because if when Nano woke up again, he may not be Nano anymore. Apparently his personality was a unique accident, and when the robot was powered up again, he may be emotionless like he was supposed to be. No longer Nano, just a Unit 758. This would hit Tera the hardest because he was closest to the robot, as silly as it sounds. But Tera didn't try to force his way into the workshop, he merely sat at the table with his head in his hands without saying a word.

   Byte was nervous, because she had never had to repair this much of Nano in one go. It took many hours, but finally she was done. She set down her tools and powered him up, but he didn't reboot. He just sat there like he had the day she and her brother had first found him. Her heart sank, but she knew this was no time to get depressed. It was time for battle. She gathered some weapons she had been working on and left the workshop, but she also left Nano powered up...

   When the news about Nano was said, Tera was angry and wanted Niles' head on a platter. They sorted out who got which weapon, and set out to look for Niles' lair, for Styx had left an address with them when he brought Nano. It was eerily quiet when they saw it. The lair was on the outskirts of the city, near a mountain. It looked like a decrepit old factory that smelled of rotting flesh. Valerie could see movement in the entrance of the building, and pointed it out to the group. They all nodded and went in different directions to set their plan into motion. Let the slaughter of the skin-stealers begin.

   End of part 11.

Shit just got real guys.
Title: Re: More brain crap stories from TGG.
Post by: ThatGreenGentleman on August 03, 2012, 06:35:15 PM
   "SHIT." was the only thought going through the zombie's head as he could feel pain going through his lifeless veins. Niles was quite strong for a skeleton with nothing but rotting muscles. The reason for the skin-stealer's new appearance was because Dante had accidentally ripped off Niles' skin. The dead man looked into the skull of Niles, and felt it stare back though it had no eyes. Niles let out a fear inspiring screech and lunged at the zombie. Dante rolled out of the way in time but almost rolled into the sea of fire. The others had carried out the plan perfectly, they had set fire to the place while the two dead creatures had a battle to the death, or well death again, or um... You get what I mean. "TIME TO STOP PLAYING, DANTE," Niles screamed. "MY BONES ARE ACHING, AND I NEED A NEW SKIN. I THINK YOURS SHALL LOOK LOVELY ON ME." Dante grabbed for something sharp, specifically the knife he had dropped moments ago, but to no avail for it was behind the screaming skeleton with rotting flesh. Niles lunged for him again, but this time Dante kicked his legs up and effortlessly launched Niles into the fire, then made a mad dash for the knife. He got the knife, but the skeleton came back out of the fire unhurt, but laughing crazy. Niles was about to strike and Dante sat there staring like a deer in the headlights when a flash of metal jumped in front of him. "I didn't miss anything did I?" asked the robot known as Nano. Dante had a look of "What the hell just happened?" upon his face as the robot began to beat back the skeleton that was currently on fire. After he gained back some strength the zombie got to his feet and resumed the fight. Niles saw an opening and slammed the robot against the farthest wall then went straight for the zombie. "THIS IS A DUEL METAL TRASH. TRY TO JOIN IN AGAIN AND I WILL END YOU FOR GOOD." The power on his left side was down and he was unable to get up, so the robot sat there watching the battle rage on.

   The battle reached it's climax and it looked as if Niles was winning, for Dante was missing both of his arms now. Niles grinning in the way only a skull can grin, loomed over the zombie. Before he could land the finishing blow Death appeared behind the skin-stealer and lifted a menacing spear high above it's head, then brought it crashing down through Niles and Dante. Both were pierced through the heart, and the false life that Dante had soon fled his eyes, and his body stiffened into rigor mortis once more as he let out a sigh of relief. Niles on the other hand did not go so peacefully. He went kicking and screaming out insults. The Lord of the Dead raised it's bony arms and a black swirl went around the trio of dead beings and soon were gone, but what replaced them - rather who had replaced them - was none other than Dante's brother, James. Nano slowly got up and picked up James, and exited the burning building to meet up with the others. Though they no longer needed to worry about Niles, the robot knew it wouldn't be over for Dante.

   Dante the Zombie awoke once more in the Land of the Dead, though he had woken up in Death's castle of Imminent Doom and Despair. Death appeared and the two stared at each other for awhile before the skeleton spoke. "I see you've finally gotten up. Now before you speak, I must tell you a few things. First off, Niles is still around, though he won't be in the Land of the Living because whether you like it or not, it is now your duty to keep him in check. Second, I'm not long for this universe, as my time is almost up, hence why you'll be in charge once I am gone. Hopefully you'll do a much better job than me." Death began to fade, as the shackles of servitude he had worn for so long began to loosen it's tight grip. Death began to look like his old self, when he still had flesh. He was no longer Dante the Zombie, he was now Dante the Lord of the Dead. Before the old Death was completely gone, Dante asked about his brother. "You'll see him someday. But right now I must meet someone I've kept waiting for thousands of years." And then he was gone, and only Dante was left...

   It was bright yet dark, empty yet full. Death was no longer Death, but himself again. He was the moon, and his brother, the sun, had waited for thousands of years to see his sibling again. The sun apologized profusely for killing his brother. "You've blamed yourself for far too long brother... I never blamed you for what happened. Now stop feeling sorry for yourself." The three creators appeared and opened their arms for their creations. "You've both done well, now it is time for rest."

   James was heartbroken to know his brother had died once more. But he learned to get over it finally. Mainly because he was made the new Lord of the Living, and he had been told that he'd see his brother again someday. He started up the old bakery again, though sometimes he'd go missing for days, but he was actually doing his Lordly duties such as reviving dead forests and fixing things that were broken, things that had gone unattended to since the previous Lord of the Living was too busy wallowing in self pity. James took pride in his work though, so he did not complain.

   Valerie and Byte set aside their differences and began to work together. Tera gave up doing shady business, as Nano ceased moving as soon as he brought James out of the burning building. Tera and Byte were sad because they had lost the one who had raised and protected them all throughout their childhood and early adulthood. They still mourned for him, they probably always would, but they had to move on for they were no longer those children who had been abandoned by their parents. Tera never married though, but Byte did. Instead, he went out to the countryside and lived on hill that looked into a valley...

   Which brings us to the present, where Tera is the old man who was lost in his memories for a short while. He let out a tired sigh as he saw someone who he hadn't seen in nearly 60 years. "It's my time, isn't Dante?" Dante, still green and covered in stitches as ever, sat down next to an elderly Tera. "I'm afraid so my old friend, but don't worry. Everyone is waiting for you. You won't be alone." Dante helped Tera up, and a grand looking door opened and on the other side Byte, Valerie, and even Nano were waiting for him. "I didn't know robots could exist in the Land of the Dead." Dante smiled at Tera. "I made an exception."

The End.

Thanks for reading guys, finally done with this story.
Title: Re: More brain crap stories from TGG.
Post by: The Good Reverend Roger on August 03, 2012, 08:02:22 PM
RAH!

Loved it.
Title: Re: More brain crap stories from TGG.
Post by: ThatGreenGentleman on August 04, 2012, 07:02:46 AM
   "We will meet again." Was the last thing she had said to him before she vanished without a trace. His icy blue eyes that rarely blinked anymore always unnerved the servants. As much as he wanted to place his face in his hands and just cry, he had to refrain himself, lest he ruin the white make up that was nothing but a stripe across his forehead and eyes, for it showed his rank in this strange society. He is privileged, he has an infinite amount of wealth, he is Emperor, but none of those things changed the fact she was gone. The young Emperor wearily rose from his throne, and moved quietly to one of the many balconies in his palace, and looked at the vast city far below him. He hated it here, he hated this palace. It is white, it is sterile, it is lifeless. Everything within its walls is organized, everything is repetitive, everything is void of meaning. The young Emperor wanted there to be color, to be inconsistency, something completely new to him. However, because of his unfortunate birth, he could never leave this prison. He was born here in this white palace, so he would die here as well, but such is the "privilege" of royalty. He was jealous of his eight sisters, for most of them were married out already, which meant they had left this prison of a palace far behind and never looked back. Which also meant they had left behind their only brother, to govern an entire empire by himself. Thinking of his siblings who left him behind brought his thoughts back to her, who also left him behind without so much as a small glance back to him. "Well, who would of thought it? The Emperor can actually close his eyes instead of winning a one-sided staring contest!" an elderly looking maid said with a hearty chuckle. He let a smile dance across his face. "You know dear Bertha, one mustn't speak to royalty in such a way," he said with a light hearted laugh. Bertha, the old maid who had known the young man and his sisters since they were children, walked over to him and placed a hand on his shoulder. "You know she'll come back one day. She'll come back for you, dear Icarus." The Emperor named Icarus placed a hand on her wrinkled one. "I know, but sometimes I worry she will come back in a casket..."

   Down on the streets in the city far below the palace was a young man, who was quite opposite to Emperor Icarus. This young man was not born into a royal family, or a noble one, or a middle class one. He belonged to no class, he was outside of the caste system. He was so far outside of the caste system that he had somehow created a new class. A class that only he belonged to, that no one else could get into, not like anyone would want to though. This young man is named Atlas, and his eyes are as red as blood, perhaps because of his line of work his eyes were that color, but if anyone asks he says his eyes have always been that color. His name, however, was not always Atlas. In fact, it had been something else a long long time ago, but that is a story for later. The story taking place now, is not a pleasant one. Now, before things continue, let us clear something up. Atlas is a strange sort of mercenary. He doesn't accept money for his work. He takes his pay in secrets. Secrets of others, secrets of those who hire him, for he says secrets are worth more than any amount of gold someone could offer. His current job was given to him by the previous Emperor, a job that had given him a secret that would make all others pale in comparison. Do you want to know what it is? Well that's too bad, because he won't tell you and I can't tell you yet or else that would ruin the surprise. Now shut up and enjoy the damn story. Where was I? Oh yes, Atlas. The last Emperor had given Atlas a strange request. Instead of asking him to kill someone, he had been asked to save someone instead. And this someone was none other than Emperor Icarus himself. According to the old Emperor Thanatos, someone was going to make an attempt on his son's life, which to Atlas was no big deal, members of royalty were always getting killed for the dumbest reasons. Thanatos had made it a very big deal for Atlas. Thanatos had willingly told him a secret that no one should ever hear, one that would make all of this trouble worth it.

   On the outskirts of the city that had a looming palace, was a young woman with strange purple eyes. She was not poor nor was she rich, though she pretended she was of the nobility caste. "Melena! Shouldn't you be getting ready for tonight?" The purple eyed lady turned to face her accomplice. "I'm already done with preparations, Barbados." The man named Barbados grunted in response, then turned his attention back to finish preparing the poisoned knife that Melena would be using tonight at the masquerade at the palace. All the nations leaders would be there, and if they timed it perfectly, they would start a war. She had spent many months wrapping the Emperor around her little finger, so she had to make sure this plan was going to work. With her voice dripping with venom, she quietly whispered, "I'm coming back, Icarus."

End of part 1: Trouble Is Brewing.
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Post by: Mesozoic Mister Nigel on August 04, 2012, 07:29:53 AM
Fantastic! More!
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Post by: ThatGreenGentleman on August 04, 2012, 06:27:15 PM
   Icarus was not looking forward to the masquerade, for his mother and his youngest and dearest sister, Helene, would be trying to play match maker for him. He would play along though, because he knew they meant well, but he doesn't want anyone but Melena. He sighed as Bertha knocked on his door. "It is time, sire." He hated when Bertha was formal with him, but he understood why. It wouldn't bring him respect from the others if his maid, who was his oldest friend, called him by his name. So, with a heavy heart, Icarus put on his mask and left his room.

   If there was one thing Atlas hated more than getting gypped with his pay, it was parties with obnoxious royalty and nobles. Thankfully though, the old Emperor kept close to him so as to intervene if anyone came to talk to him, because Atlas was terrible when it came to making up fake background stories on short notice. So he spent his time standing next to Thanatos and observing the crowds. He could easily see who was drunk, who was laying on the charm too much, who would embarrass themselves greatly tonight, and other things no one could see without much concentration. Obscene laughter and garbled speech bombarded his ears, all of them were oblivious of the possible catastrophe that he was waiting patiently for. No one in particular that could potentially be the assassin caught his eye. Before long, the orchestra put a halt to the music, and the Emperor finally made his appearance.

   This was going to be problematic for her. Melena hadn't been expecting the old Emperor to hire him. She was lucky to have blended in so well, for any mercenary or assassin, even the worst pickpocket, knew who Atlas the Eagle Eye was. If he had spotted her and knew what threat she posed to the royal family he could have easily killed her from across the room with nothing but a spoon, she knew this because he had done something similar before. So she mainly kept to the large groups of people, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. Melena had been talking about how the commoners need to stop complaining about the taxes when the Emperor finally arrived. She gave a small smile and narrowed her eyes. Her prey had showed up. Let the hunt begin...

   Icarus bowed gracefully and told his guests how grateful he was that they were attending, though he really wasn't. He made his way over to his father who introduced a man named Atlas. The man shook his hand and quietly said hello. While Icarus and his father talked for awhile, Atlas had politely excused himself. After a few minutes his mother and Helene came over.They began to talk at him about potential brides, but he paid no attention and merely nodded every now and then to at least give the impression he was listening to them. He danced with countless people throughout the night, until the clock struck twelve. That was when he saw her. He grinned and went over to her. She smiled back at him. He couldn't believe she was here. "Melena! What are you doing here?" She grabbed him by the wrist and led him across the room. "There is something I must tell you." She led him out of the room, through the gardens, and to a secluded area, which happened to be an abandoned room of mirrors. She closed the door behind them, and secretly took out the knife...

   Surely she now had the perfect chance. The King of her homeland had left at the same time they did, she only had a few minutes to go through with the plan. Melena swiftly turned around and was about to plunge the knife into Icarus' flesh when she saw something shiny come flying her way. Too late she realized it was a spoon, that was no doubt thrown by Atlas the Eagle Eye, however she did manage to move in such a way that it only got her shoulder instead of her neck. "I was trying to enjoy this pudding, but you just had to try to kill the Emperor and make me lose my spoon." said an irritated looking Atlas. Icarus was too surprised to say anything, so Atlas jumped from the bookcase he had been sitting on top of and retrieved the spoon that was currently lodged in the woman's shoulder. He wiped the blood off on her dress and continued to eat, while she glared and viciously hissed at him, "You asshole! Do you know how much this dress cost? Do you realize you've ruined everything I worked so hard for?" She then smacked his pudding away, and he looked as if she had just kicked a puppy into traffic. "You ruined my food!" Melena could feel her rage build up. "Enough of this. Barbados! Now!" As soon as those words left her mouth screams could be heard from the room where the party was being held. She made one last attempt and threw the poisoned knife at the Emperor and fled the room.

   Icarus had been too shocked that Melena had tried to kill him to notice the knife that was currently making its way to him. However by the time he noticed Atlas had already batted it away. The red eyed man quickly mourned his lost pudding, and then quickly made his way back to the bookshelf. "What are you doing?" Atlas turned to look at him and simply said, "Getting you out of here of course." The Emperor stood there dumbly, unable to process what was happening right now. Atlas finally found the right book, and the bookshelf moved out of the way to reveal a secret passage. "After you," Atlas said and Icarus was pulled away from his thoughts. The Emperor and the mercenary swiftly made their way down the secret stairs...

End of part 2: Ruined Plans.
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Post by: EK WAFFLR on August 05, 2012, 07:26:09 PM
Themsen are  brilliant.
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Post by: ThatGreenGentleman on August 07, 2012, 06:57:41 PM
   Sydney was a quiet girl who sat on a stool at a cash register in a shop in the city that was far below the palace. She sighed as she saw the celebratory fireworks go off, they reflected in her eyes as she noted how well they looked with all of the thousands of stars in the night sky, but was soon torn from her thoughts as the shop's front door swung open. Sydney knew who it would be, but wasn't expecting the extra guest. Atlas nodded at her and mumbled a quick greeting as he disappeared into the back room, and the other man she recognized as the Emperor because of his caste marking on his face. Sydney merely just stared at Icarus with wide eyes, and he stared right back at her. Atlas reemerged from the back room with common looking clothes, no doubt their disguises, and tried to explain the situation to quiet girl. "So where do you plan on hiding him?" Sydney asked as she quickly looked out the window to make sure no one suspicious was heading towards her store. "Well, I was thinking of hiding him here. At least until I can find a ship to Lilliput, or perhaps to the Cannibal Islands, just somewhere that they wouldn't think to look for him," replied the red eyed mercenary, who was quite exhausted from making sure that they got out of the escape tunnel that was filled with nothing but traps that the Emperor seemed to set off without even trying. She turned to look at him as if he were crazy. "Have you lost your mind? Hide him here? You do realize that they'll search the city first before checking anywhere else, and they'll have the port closed for at least a week to make sure no one comes in. Just really, how do you expect to hide an Emperor in a city where everyone knows what he looks like. And even if you do manage to disguise his face, they'll be checking peoples hands. They'll know who he is because his hands aren't calloused." Icarus looked at his hands and saw she was right. His hands were smooth because he has never needed to do hard labor. They would know, and they'd find him. He looked like he was going to be sick when Atlas spoke up. "How stupid do you think I am, Sydney? Of course I know they'll be checking hands, and I know that there won't be an outgoing ship for at least a week, which is why I have a plan. I made sure to get two jobs at a coal mine so as to get his hands to become rough, and to also get enough money for passage on a ship. And they won't recognize him without his caste marking." The girl sighed and said, "What makes you so sure that I will hide you both here, or that I won't turn you in?" Time stopped and all three looked at each other, until Atlas finally said, "I know you won't turn us in because of Penelope and Alexander." Sydney's face turned white at the mention of those names. Icarus looked at the both with confusion, for he did not know of the meaning of those names, he did not understand the importance those names held for both Sydney and Atlas. Sydney muttered something about how this would be the last time she'd allow him to guilt her into doing things with those names, and led them to the attic. "This is where you'll be staying. Don't make too much noise, and don't bother me for food." She said to them and went back down the stairs. In the attic there was nothing but hay, which was strange because Sydney did not own animals, and this was not a farm. All was quiet until Icarus asked, "Who are Penelope and Alexander?" Atlas did not look at him, but instead looked out the attic window before speaking. "Penelope was a woman who took care of her younger brother and her son, Alexander..."

   Once, a long time ago, there was a woman named Penelope who had a son named Alexander. She was married, but her husband had died in a war. So it was just her and her child, until her parents had a son of their own. Her parents died when her brother was born, so she decided to raise her brother as well. Years went by and the small family was happy, until a new Duke came to power. The old Duke had died of heart troubles, so his arrogant and greedy son became the new Duke. This Duke wanted to marry the most beautiful woman in all the land, which happened to be the boy's older sister, Penelope. No matter what gifts the Duke gave her, she would not accept his hand, for she still loved her dead husband. This went on for months before the Duke was fed up with it, and wanted to make her an example for those who would dare to oppose him. One day, the boy went off to make sure the cows didn't stray too far from the grazing grounds, and his sister and nephew were left alone at the house. The Duke came and set fire to the house, which forced the mother and her son to flee. The boy came back and saw the house up in flames, but he also saw the Duke killing Penelope and Alexander. The boy held their bodies in his arms and swore revenge against the Duke. The boy then sneaked into the Duke castle, and made sure the Duke's bedroom door was locked from the outside, and set fire to the Duke's house, and so he got his revenge. A mercenary, who had been hired to kill the Duke by some rival nobleman saw how well the boy had done and decided to make the boy their apprentice. When the mercenary asked the boy's name, the boy threw away his old name and said "I bear the weight of guilt and revenge on my shoulders, my name is Atlas."

End of part 3: Story Time.
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Post by: ThatGreenGentleman on August 17, 2012, 01:56:05 AM
   When Atlas had uttered the last sentence of his story, Icarus still didn't quite understand. "What does that have to do with Sydney?" Atlas sighed and said, "She was the mercenary's sister. If she hadn't delayed the mercenary my family would still be alive. To this day Sydney still feels guilty about it, though her guilt makes me an even worse person for using it against her."

   Sydney had been crying. She was sitting on the stairs outside of the closed door that opened up to the attic. Whenever Atlas tells that story she always cries, because if she hadn't been so selfish her brother (the mercenary) could have made it on time and saved Atlas' family. Sydney waited until she was sure they had gone to sleep before she quietly crept down the creaking stairs.

   Melena was not happy. She didn't have to look at the poisoned knife on the floor to know they had escaped. What she didn't know, was how. The windows in the room were sealed shut, and there are no loose floor tiles (even if there were, they were extremely heavy marble tiles that would require at least 16 Barbados' to lift). Sighing and placing a hand to her forehead, Melena decided she needed to get her mind off of this for awhile so she could come back and refocus. She grabbed a book from the bookshelf that Atlas had been sitting on, but to her great surprise the bookshelf began to move and a floor tile slowly turned into stairs that led down. "So this is how they did it," she thought with a smirk before descending the stairs.

   Thanatos, his wife and Helene sat on soft couches in the throne room. Helene tried to comfort her frantic mother, while her father was preoccupied with worried thoughts. If you had told Helene a mere three hours ago that Melena was planning to kill her brother she would have thought you insane and dismissed the thought. But now? Now she wished she could go back in time and stop all of this from happening. She turned her gaze to the throne her brother once sat on and thought to herself, "This throne never looked so lonely..."

End of part 4: Times of Uncertainty.
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Post by: ThatGreenGentleman on September 03, 2012, 07:42:52 PM
   Today was Icarus' first day as a common citizen. He removed the last of his Imperial markings, and he did not recognize himself in the mirror. No more fancy clothes, no more having to act a certain way, no more being restricted by an Imperial code. He felt happy, happier than when he had first met Melena. However, this happiness also came with sadness. He was forced to abandon his parents, Helene, and Bertha, one of his dearest friends. Though he also thought of this as a learning experience. For he would get to live and work amongst the citizens of his city and country, figure out what he could do for them when he returns to his throne. Icarus was pulled away from his future planning when Atlas shouted up the stairs for him to hurry up.

   Atlas stood at the bottom of the landing, waiting for the Emperor in hiding to hurry up. When Icarus finally came downstairs, the two of them said goodbye to Sydney and headed off to the coal mines. Now that it was bright out Atlas could see that Sydney's store was close to the docks, which was something he had forgotten about. They easily made their way down the cobbled road since it was so early in the morning, and eventually arrived at the mines. The other workers were also arriving and Atlas could see Icarus' shocked and/or horrified expression. There were children working in these mines. Most of them looked like walking skeletons because they were so thin and coal dust still smeared on their faces showed off the cheekbones and sunken faces from lack of food. Atlas jabbed him in the ribs and hissed, "Keep calm. If you let this faze you everyone will know something is up." Icarus gulped and closed his mouth, then they proceeded to Mine Manager. The Mine Manager was a very round looking man, with a tomato shaped nose and a ridiculous looking mustache. The Manager looked at the two and grimaced at them. "So you're the new workers, eh?" His voice was irritating and laced with self importance. Although he hated people like this (he hated most people actually), Atlas smiled and tried to be as polite as possible, although he showed with his tone that he would not be taking any shit from this man, and if this man tried to, Atlas' tone was sure to imply that he could rip this overgrown pig of a person in two. The Mine Manager introduced himself as Mr. Fergus, and asked for their names. Atlas gave his name as Kirk, and introduced the Emperor as Henry. Mr. Fergus assigned them to be miners and quickly explained the process of it. Down into the mines they went...

   It was extremely hot and unbearable down there. Poor ventilating systems, and there was so much water that it came up to Icarus' thighs. Although Atlas had told him to keep calm about this, Icarus was anything but that. He hated seeing children no taller than his elbow being forced to push carts overflowing with coal and even smaller children working the ventilating shafts. There were also women workers down here, some were even pregnant. He heard of a pregnant lady down in level 9 giving birth this morning then forced to return to work. It made him sick to his stomach that he had been unaware of all of this. It broke his heart to see all of this, and it got worse when three people dropped dead from being overworked. Two of them had been children; one of twelve years, the other no more than seven. He thought that this must be what hell is like. No wonder Atlas had said "This place breaks many people." Speaking of Atlas, he seemed to be completely unfazed by any of this, which worried Icarus, until he remembered that the mercenary was most likely used to being in situations like this. When the lunch break rolled around the dead were finally brought up and put in a cart and taken away. Anyone who hadn't brought their own lunch had been given small loaves of bread, though most of it had gone stale. Icarus wasn't hungry (especially after being down in the mines), so he gave his bread to one of the children. They needed it more than he did. After about 15 minutes they went back down into the mines...

End of part 5: The Mines of Hell.