Zombie Survival Roleplay

[flippinell]

Flip vaulted over yet another fence and smiled to himself. This was the life, walking through several abandoned residential areas with nothing but a pistol and sword to defend himself with. He could still hear the groans of several undead in the outlying regions of the suburbs, they weren't important now though since there were still several undetonated thermo-nuclear devices lying about the place. The literal version of the ticking time bomb.

Despite being almost invunerable to most meathods of death and able to grab such vast concepts such as "Odin's Eye" and "Loki's Missletoe", this cellestial still had to make several stops to check the map. At this very moment he was leaning on a picnic table with the rooled up piece of paper laid out in front of him, Flip was making several scribbles with the red marker pen, changing routes and the such.
"Now if I go down Marcel Avenue, maybe I can, yeah." Flip made a red line straight across several streets and smiled. "Aha but that leaves out site five and we can't have that can we? Wait a sec, where is site five again?" The demi-god took another quick look at the map then walked over to the opposite fence and looked over it. "Site five!" he almost squeeled with delight as he saw the silver casing of the bomb sticking out of a neglected flower bed and vaulted over the fence with much more finesse that was needed.

"Right, let's see what we have here." Flip took a piece of the device off and examined the mess of wires and circuit boards. It was then instinct that took over. Flip reached into his coat and pulled out a small pair of pliars, he then proceeded to cut several wires very specifically and tore out about two circuit boards from the resulting hole. The disturbing ticking proceeded to fade, the finally stop. Flip stood up, dusted his hands off and proceed to try and exit the premises after a job well done. That was when he noticed the girl.

She was just standing there with her arms crossed, a frown on her face.
"What the hell-" she started but Flip shushed her and waved his hands mystically in front of her face opening his mental third eye.
"You never saw me," he stated plainly, "You just thought you might check the cat and go back to bed, listen to some umm 50 Cent. You kids like that don't you, yeah?" The girl sighed and continued to stare.
"I don't have a cat, and I prefer the White Stripes," she said, annoyed. It was Flip's time to frown.
"Feck."

[Shalashaska]

Fireboar, please don't do the "*" thing. Its like reading while acid is being splashed on my eyes. Do it in 3rd person.

[doctor_fruitbat]

The elevator grinds to a halt, then judders as it rises upwards again; the soundtrack has progressed to Dexy's Midnight Runners. As the lift reaches the top, the doors open and the receptionist says chirpily, "hello again, doctor. How are you?" The doctor gives a vague and dismissive wave; the city outside looks a little worse for wear, but there only seem to be a few rising plumes of smoke. He steps out the door with a whistle on his lips, a spring in his step and a low battery sound in his ear, and tidily steps around the corner as the sound of footsteps gets rapidly nearer...

[Mister Qwerty]

Ummm...I've been in France, so...I'll carry on with my story-line.

Qwerty looked up at the remaining people,
'I'm about to die. Humanity has at least 3 minutes left.' Qwerty writhed,
'There has to be a way of keeping you alive.' Vercci said,
'Oh, there is, but it still results in the destruction of humanity. 2 minutes left.'
'Well hurry up and tell us!' Vercci shouted,
'No...I don't think so...humanity will perish...as will I...'
'Please...' Vercci said
'I'd like Fruitbat and the rest to watch my final moments. Open portal!' At that moment, the rest of the people appeared in the room looking bewildered,
'Where are we?' Isino asked
'We're back in my lab. What's happening to Qwerty?' Fruitbat asked
'In 10 seconds, I will die, as will the universe, but, if these are my dying words, then you will listen, I am immortal, I'm just choosing to die...'
'NO!' Fruitbat screamed, 'if you die, then humanity dies too! Don't you know that?'
'Of co...' Qwerty twitched
'Qwerty!' Vercci shouted
'If...you think that...I'll...spend the rest of...eternity with you...then you have another thing...coming...'
'Hold on!'
'You...don't understand...I refuse...'
'We'll find you a new body!'
'No...I'll die...and take you with...me...'
'NO! Stay alive! Please!' Vercci screamed
'Heh...when I die...will it stop? The war...will it stop?...'
'NO! You can't die! NO!' Isino shouted, Fruitbat watched, hands over his mouth
'Goodbye...' he breathed heavily, 'humanity...' Qwerty stopped twitching, and his eyes closed. Vercci stayed knelt next to the body, crying.
'NO!' He yelled, hugging the body, 'NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!' Isino put a hand on his shoulder,
'It's over...Vercci...it's over...there's nothing we can do...'

[Shalashaska]

Qwerty, that was so bad, I'm going to do this to protect my character's dignity...

Qwerty opened his eyes, and looked around. He was in a completely white room, almost blinding.
A figure with a long beard appeared, in a white flowing robe.
"Time to wake up, dreamer." he said.
Qwerty got up, and shook his head to clear it.
"Where am I?" he asked.
"It is of no matter, you just must return to the world. You're dream has become a reality, and now you must help stop it. You are the keeper of time, Tamadi."
"What? You mean the way I was getting the army and attacking and...."
"Yes, and now you must remedy it.
"Okay, how?"
"By trying."
Qwerty frowned.
"Where is everybody in the real world?"
Fruitbat is in a lab, Flip is currently deactivating the bombs. Hydralisk is trying to rile his troops. He's the enemy commander. Isino is in hell, battling demons, Trebor is trying to find Flip, Jralath is in his own planet getting his elite unit, and Dinaa is with Isino."
He frowned. "I can't seem to locate Vercci, he must be in a portal....now go."

Vercci isn't posting so I'm going to continue on.
Vercci appeared in hell, an unconcious Isino before him.
Setting his gunblade before him, he advanced on the King of hell.
"No! I can not die now!" Luza screamed.
Vercci did not change expression, but kept walking, gunblade poised.
Luza looked around wildly, and then did something forbidden by the universe herself.
Gathering his will, he transferred his soul into a spirit, which immediatley looked for a new vessel.
Now, the power of a demigod will make this spirit unstable, and it travelled a great distance.
Picking one piece of grass at random, his spirit went into a field beside an army camp where a young soldier was walking.......

Meanwhile, Vercci walked over to Isino.
The man was breathing, but barely, and Vercci lifted him on his shoulder.
Dinaa looked at them.
"Coming?" Vercci said.
"No, I will exterminate these, I am only destined to help, and will be present only at the final battle, like my brothers. You can expect only one more bit of help from each, Trebor will aid Flip and Jralath will aid the battle. Both will be at a point of death."
Vercci nodded, for some reason that seemed completely normal, and walked back to the portal, carrying the demigod.

[Mister Qwerty]

K. Sorry Mr. Ocelot.

Qwerty stared at the bearded man,
'Right, so...what?'
'You are the keeper of Time.'
'Okay, am I Time itself?'
'Yes. Anyway, everything you did wasn't supposed to happen, with your interference, humanity in the year 1 million are non-existent. Humanity in the year 5000 is non-existent. Humanity in 1 hour is non-existent.'
'What?'
'You died. Remember? But not how you percieved it.'
'Then...how did I die?'
'You died watching Epic Movie.'
'Yeah, it was pretty crap. But really.'
'Vercci stole your screwdriver and shot you.'
'Bastard...'
'Anyway, the universe now has about 4 minutes left, so you have to create a paradox, you'll have to kill yourself the moment you are born.'
'Won't that kill me?'
'Here, put this on.' The old man handed him an amulet,
'And this is?...'
'It's a paradox-protector. If you kill your past self whilst wearing this, you'll still exist, but everything you created won't. The zombie outbreak won't have happened, as will all those parallel universes, but you will.'
'Will I still be immortal?'
'Yes, but you now only have 1 minute left.'
'I'll sort it. Don't worry. Portal activate!'

Qwerty appeared before the universe was created, and saw a light get brighter a few feet in front of him, he raised his screwdriver and walked forward. The light settled, and there stood a teenager, his previous body, the previous Qwerty said,
'Put that down.'
'Heh...no!' Qwerty shot him...

[Hydralisk]

Stalking through the door, the soldiers waste no time. Within minutes they have set up barricades at key points in between piles of rubble. HMGs are deployed, and several communication arrays are set up. As the soldiers radio back in, a small chorus of gunfire erupts. Apparently, the same Gatling guns that shot down the nuclear holocaust don't take kindly to strangers. Within minutes, the bulk of the group sent off to find vehicles to salvage were dead (it was a futile hope, but you still feel the loss of several dozen men in a situation like this.). Drawing out a frag grenade, I run up to the reinforced structure that houses the GG. Priming and "cooking" the grenade briefly, I throw it through a broken window to where the spare ammunitions are kept. Running as fast as I can, I am presently overtaken by a massive explosion, and flung hard to the ground, glass and dust and rocks flying everywhere.

Standing up, I assure the troops over the radio that there is no reason to be duly concerned, and I continue on back towards the comm. officer. A soldier in the distance is standing very still, twitching heavily in a grass field. Probably shell shocked, I conclude and dismiss it as background events.

I reach into my well-worn jacket pocket, and pull out an amulet. The diamond core seems to glow a brilliant sapphire in the evening sun, and I hold onto it tightly. I always turned to it in dire times of need, as if it would somehow help me to escape compromising situations. Some found it weird, but many soldiers had some sort of chain, ring, or even a gun on which they put their hopes...

[doctor_fruitbat]

The doctor runs up the street and drops to his knees. "My gun!" he sobs. "My precious gun! It never harmed a soul! A lot of bodies, granted, but never a soul! Oh well," he says, standing up and brushing the dust off his trousers. "Maybe it does need a little adjusting. Now, some bastard is going to pay for this. And not just monetarily, either!" He strolls off down the street, his eyes aflame with the prospect of laying the smack down.

[Mister Qwerty]

The previous Qwerty fell to the floor,
'Well, that was easy.' Qwerty chuckled, and walked away,
'It's not that easy to kill me. You should know.' Said a voice behind him, he turned to see hisself pointing a laser screwdriver at him. (This is getting confusing, so I'll refer to me as Qwerty, and the previous one as Qwerty 2.)
'What are you doing?' Qwerty asked,
'I'm going to take over the universe. Properly. You are clearly incapable of doing so.' Qwerty 2 replied,
'We're the same person, idiot.'
'Except, I'm far more evil and ruthless.'
'Yeah, okay, I'm going to go now. Portal activate!' Qwerty disappeared,
'Oh no you don't!' Qwerty 2 said, and followed him. They both appeared in the post-apocalyptic Earth, shortly after Qwerty's takeover,
'Ooh! Look at this then! Look at what you've done!' Qwerty 2 said,
'Yeah, it's magnificent. Why did you follow me?'
'Because, fuckwit, I want to kill you myself.'
'You don't have a paradox-protector. I do. Your plan fails and you die.'
'You're forgetting, this is after you've talked with the bearded man, so...I have a paradox-protector too!' Qwerty 2 pulled out an amulet exactly the same as Qwerty's.
'Then...it's a fight to the death...' Qwerty 2 told him as Qwerty pulled out his laser screwdriver,
'So it is...'

[Shalashaska]

Vercci walked out of hell, covered by Dinaa, and came out where he was originally. Hydralisk was standing looking at an amulet. He placed the amulet in his coat, and said something into a radio.
"Hydralisk, wheres your medical station?"
He turned around to Vercci's shout.
"Where were you?" he said.
"It doesn't matter, your best doctor."
Hydralisk thought a moment, and said, "Its over to the east, ask for Dr. Tally. He'll help the man, if he can."
Vercci nodded, and walked towards the hospital.
"Can I get a Dr. Tally here?" he called out.
"Yes?" a voice said.
Vercci turned to see a man in a long wite coat, with glasses and a bald head.
"Can you take care of this man?" Vercci asked.
Tally nodded, and pointed at a stretcher.
"Put him down."
Vercci obeyed, and the doctor examined Isino.
"Whats his name?
Vercci hesitated, then said, "Siorai."
"Strange name, you should go back to the battlefield, you seem to be able to use that thing."
He gestured at the gunblade.
"Right."
Suddenley Isino's eyes snapped open and grabbed the doctor by the coat.
"....LUZA!" he roared and went to punch Tally.
Vercci leaped forward, caught the fist, and wrenched it back.."
"No, Siorai!" he said.
Isino looked at Vercci.
"Help." he muttered, then collapsed.
"I need Flip...." Vercci said, and walked away.

[Mister Qwerty]

'1 shot. And it's finished.' Qwerty said, aiming his screwdriver
'Do you really think you can kill me that easily?' Qwerty 2 chuckled,
'Oh, yes.' He fired, missing Qwerty 2 by inches,
'You missed.' He replied calmly, then shot Qwerty's hand off, forcing him (Qwerty) to recoil whilst Qwerty 2 ran into a nearby building.
'You bastard!' Qwerty screamed, and ran after his double whilst shooting wildly, his shots ceased after Qwerty 2 ran into a lift and pressed the button for the roof,
'Portal activate!' Qwerty shouted, and appeared on the roof, just as his double exited the lift and walked into the cold night air,
'It's just me and you now.' Qwerty said, and fired at the lift, destroying it completely, 'no more running.' He withdrew his screwdriver and smiled, 'En garde...'

[Shalashaska]

Where the hell is Flip?

[flippinell]

Sorry Mr O, couldn't think of anything but I've got something now...

He had to get away from that girl. She resisted the third eye and he thought he noticed a natural magical barrier about her house. Flip leaped over another fence and landed in the middle of a street, with Verrci cursing underneath him.

Flip smirked slightly as he stood up and brushed himself down.
"Verrci, what you doing here? I thought you were supposed to be with-"
"Isino's injured!" Verrci blurted out as he pulled himself off the ground. Flip frowned.
"Right and where is he now?"
"Nearby hospital, look I think he-"
"You idiot Verrci" Flip screamed "our kind can't be treated by mortal hands! They corrupt our mind, body and spirit with those of man!" Verrci looked wide eyed at the outburst and then shrugged.
"Well then what do you know of the medicinal arts of the cellestials?"
"More than you, now let's get to that damn hospital before they kill Isino." With that Flip ran up to the other end of the street and turned a corner.
"It's the other way!" Verrci called out and trudged at his own pace in the direction of the hospital.

[Mister Qwerty]

Qwerty looked at his screwdriver,
'You know, I don't even know why I've got this out,' he placed it in his pocket, 'every second I'm near you, I'm draining your life-force. You'll be dead within the hour.' Qwerty 2 wiped his brow,
'Well, if I go, I'll take you with me!' He fired and missed Qwerty by an inch, Qwerty fired back and blew his left hand off.
'You...bastard...' A yellow miasma oozed from his stump and went inside Qwerty, 'I'll kill you from the inside!' He screamed, using Qwerty's mouth,
'So, if I die...you die?' He asked his consciousness,
'But of course!'
'Then so be it!' Qwerty proceeded to the edge of the building, but halted as his leg hovered over the nothingness,
'You would never willingly die!' Qwerty 2 said evidently scared
'Being inside me, you should know, when I died several hours ago, I came back to life, making me immortal, and you, not.' Qwerty's foot left the edge,
'Please!'
'You're going to die anyway! Why delay it!' Qwerty fell forward...

[Shalashaska]

Dr. Tally looked at Isino.
"So, Isino, what have you gotten yourself into now......?"
He muttered.
He laid his hands on Isino's head, and looked inside his mind...

He appeared, a spectator to insanity. Isino was holding a .45, and looking around.
"Come out, you bastard!" he roared.
He shot at something. There was nothing there.
"Dammit." Isino said.
Tally came out of Isino's mind.
He sat down and thought.
"Was there something there? Maybe if it wa killed, Isino would be okay...."
Suddenley a man ran from behind a tent.
"Don't go near him!" the man said.
Tally looked up.
"To what, may I ask, do I owe the pleasure?" he said.
"I'm his.....his brother."
"A demigod also?"
"Yes, step away, you're only mortal."
"Thats what you think. I want you to do something.....

EDIT: How the hell does my post have "sex" at the top?

[Mister Qwerty]

No idea, I can't even see it.

A hand appeared on the side of the building,
'No! You will not do this this!' Qwerty loosened a finger,
'Oh I think I will.' He loosened another finger, then put his other hand on the building,
'I'll do whatever it takes to survive!'
'You sound just like me.' He pointed his screwdriver at the base of the building and pressed a switch,
'What did you do?' Qwerty 2 said, panicing,
'I've changed the screwdriver's resonance pattern to shatter even the most refined steel, when I press this button, the very foundations of this building will be destroyed, and you shall fall to your death.
'No! You don't understand what you're doing!'
'I think I do.' He pressed the button...

[Shalashaska]

I edited it away.:)

[Mister Qwerty]

Ah, okay.

A massive explosion shattered the silence, the bottom floors of the building cracked and it started to tip,
'Do you realise what you've done?!' Qwerty 2 screamed,
'Yes! I'm preventing all this from ever happening!' The building tipped slightly more,
'You idiot! You fucking idiot!' He screamed, Qwerty shimmied (sp?) over to the corner, 'what are you doing now?!'
'I'm not being crushed! I'll survive anyway but I'm not being crushed!' The building tipped a bit more so Qwerty was hanging at a 45 degree angle,
'No! Please! Teleport out of here!' He pleaded
'I won't let you survive!' The building started falling and Qwerty jumped...

No-ones posting.

Qwerty hit the cold concrete floor as the building fell, it hit the floor, narrowly missing his legs, the yellow miasma oozed from his mouth and solidified into human form,
'Are...are you happy...now? Do...you see...what you have done?...' Qwerty 2 groaned and Qwerty remembered the paradox protector, he looked down at his chest and saw bare flesh,
'Oh bugger...'
'You...better fi...find it...' Qwerty ran to the roof of the building and saw the chain hanging onto a post on the top-left corner, 'if I were...you...I'd hurry...' he laughed, Qwerty grabbed the posts and started to climb up.
'I've almost got it!' He could just touch it with out-stretched fingers. He climbed one more step, grabbed the chain and jumped, he landed on the floor with a sickening crunch, looking down, he saw he'd broke both his legs,
'Great, just what I need!'
'The paradox protector!' Qwerty 2 yelled,
'Oh, yeah!' Qwerty placed the chain around his neck and it exuded a strong glow, 'what's happening?' He felt himself weakening, and everything around him moved as if travelling backwards through time. What have you done? What is this?' He screamed, and Qwerty 2 stood up,
'It's a time-reversal unit. I will survive!' Qwerty fell,
'But...what's it doing...to me?...'
'You're going to become a part of me!' Qwerty mustered the strength to stand,
'But...if it's a time-reversal unit, then that should mean that I haven't brought you here yet...you're going to fail to exist!'
'What?' He started to fade, 'what? No! I will survive! I can't die!'
'Have fun.' Qwerty 2 faded completely and the time flow stopped, the bearded man appeared,
'Congratulations, you outsmarted yourself. If only I'd done that all those years ago instead of giving myself that time-reversal unit...' the bearded man looked at Qwerty and smiled, 'if only...'

[Shalashaska]

"Go into his mind, there seems to be something in there, a curse from Luza. You have to go in and kill it. Bye bye."
The world fell apart before his eyes, and he appeared in a dome of blue.
A monster hovered above Isino, who was slumped on the ground.
"No!" Flip roared, pulled out his sword, and rushed towards the demon.....

[flippinell]

Flip darted around the demons strikes and started to wildly jab at whatever was closest to him, a foot, a claw, anything.
"Y'know it's nothing personal!" he shouted over the demon's cries of pleasure at the new game of cat and mouse. "It's just that if Isino dies I have to go take his place, and I kinda like it here!" the beast laughed loudly and whacked Flip out of the way, then he turned his attention back to the unconcious Isino.
"Stop!" a well spoken voice rang out all around the arena and the demon suddenly left his prey and stood to what might have been attention. A completly hairless man (apart from a small goatee) stepped out of the shadows. His pure white suit mirrored the manner that he walked, smart, posh, aloof. "I'm so sorry about this inconveniance Mr Pinell and Mr Isino," he spoke with perfect diction.
"Mhm and who are you? This place isn't a bloody gentlemen's club," Flip was now walking towards the new visitor.
"Ah yes, a name. Well I suppose no harm could come of telling you it before you oh so very conveniant demise. My name is Luza, the true King of Heaven and Earth, banished forever by the the four Cellestial Comitees since the beggining of the universe, the beggining of time. Oh I'm sorry have I taken a form you don't feel comfortable with?"
Flip was staring wide eyed at the man who was supposed to be the Lord of Demons, the Shadow King, the one true Evil. "Ah well, you won't be surprised much longer," the gentlemen pulled out a sword from the air and made several complex movements in Flip's direction. He could feel his body seizing up, he could see Luza's modest little smile.

[Mister Qwerty]

'What did you just say?' Qwerty said, advancing slowly towards the bearded man,
'If only I'd not given myself that time-reversal unit all those years ago...' he looked up at the sky, 'maybe I'd still be here...'
'What are you talking about? You're here right now, talking to me!' The man laughed and looked at Qwerty
'The first sign of insanity, talking to yourself.'
'Oh my God...'
'Finally pieced it together have you?'
'You...you're me?' Qwerty said, shocked,
'Correct,' said the bearded man, 'I thought you would have realised sooner, when I sent you back to kill yourself, with my control over time and such.'
'But...why would you send me back to kill you? That'd cause a paradox.'
'Yes, it would.' He looked at Qwerty's paradox-protector, pulled one from his pocket, and put it on. 'I suggest you give up now.'
'With pleasure.' Qwerty put his screwdriver to his head and fired,
'No!...'

[Hydralisk]

The military squadrons quickly swept the streets, looking for anything that survived that shouldn't have. Most of the Northern perimeter of the city (a misnomer, there wasn't much left, except from where the reinforced structures had survived. The general road-patterns were still distinguishable, however, as were the large empty lots that were formerly large buildings.

Aside from small groups of zombies that were trapped into the heavy duty structures, so far there appeared to be no survivors. However, one puzzle still presented insurmountable - To whom did the Gatling gun belong to, and why had the grounded bombs not detonated? I put those thoughts aside as I spotted a figure crouched next to one of the bombs, apparently tinkering with it.

"Hey!" I call out loudly, drawing out my pistol "Identify yourself!" The figure stood up slowly, in a manner that would suggest cautious anger. We began to approach each other...

[m00b]

Moob looked around, noticing that the empty street was now filled with quite a large group of soldiers. Oh, this plan of his was going to work quite well. Remembering what his dad always told him, soldiers were the guys who fought for your life. That was until his dad died. Ever since then, soldiers weren't the best of friends. He had sworn revenge for his father, and this might just be the time to do that.
"Hello, gentleman." Moob said as he walked towards the man who appeared to be leader.
"Identify yourself now. Or else!"
"Or else what? Are you gonna shoot me or something? Man, ya'll probably won't even get a scratch on me if you tried." Moob chucked one of his throwing knives, barely missing the leader guy's face. It instead nailed one of the soldiers in the shoulder. A few shots were fired.
"CEASE FIRE. What have I ever done to you? I'm hear to help you, and you're trying to kill me? And what the hell were you doing with the bomb before?"
"Oh, don't worry, you'll soon see." And with the simple throw of a smoke and disappear trick, Moob was gone..

Sorry if I messed up your plan or something Hydralisk, but hey, I have to get myself in the story somehow. :p

[Hydralisk]

It was intended as a plot link for Doctor Fruitbat, but never mind :D

"FIND THAT BASTARD NOW!" The smoke had taken them all by surprise, but now they were rapidly fanning out in all directions. Shit, he had vanished like the smoke, taking a god-damn bomb with him. It didn't take a soldier to notice that the knife he flung was not intended for me, I mused, and yet he claims I couldn't even.. ah, yes, "get a scratch on me if you tried". Silly bugger. All he had to do was state his name, hell, make up a fucking name. But he chose instead to take the bomb and vanish. Shouting erupts from behind me. Great... Now what...?

"Excuse me" a voice said behind me. I turned around to see a rather disgruntled and harried man being held roughly by two subordinates. I waved them off and incited the man to continue. "Thank you" he said, carefully turning off what looked like an Ipod - ", I am Doctor Fruitbat, and I presume that you are Hydralisk, leader of the armed forces in this area?" I nod, carefully calculating his potential threat from the size of his body. I then remembered the events of today; starting with Zombie invasion and going rapidly downhill from there. Reality had seemingly taken a holiday elsewhere. I have a few things to clear up. Firstly, that was my Gatling gun that destroyed your soldiers. I'm dreadfully sorry about that, but you can understand that I'm still a bit miffed at you blowing it up. Having said that, we can quarrel about this later."

"For now, all you need to know is that there are about 15 undetonated bombs laying about here. I have sucessfully deactivated 8 of them, and I believe that your boys have been rather busy with them too. Unfortunately, it would seem that that fellow you just met seems to have a rather sinister ambition with the package he took."

"Indeed" I replied. "Right now, my soldiers - heh, they're not really mine, I'm technically retired, but they seem to have taken a liking to me" I added, grinning somewhat. "Anyway, they are securing this whole town, keeping everything under lock and key. Fortunately, our lovely government prefer "clean" bombs rather than conventional Uranium ones, so the fallout is negligible. However, it will still be some time before we can give the all clear."

"Anyway, Doctor" I step towards him "Do you think you can help us recover that bomb?"

[doctor_fruitbat]

The doctor huffs on his sunglasses and wipes them on the edge of his lab coat, giving a scrunched-face look of contemplation. "Maybe," he concludes unhelpfully. From the recesses of his coat he pulls out a map, which unfolds as his wide-armed flourish draws it into the open.

"The rest of the bombs are here, here, here, here, here, here and here," he says, fishing out a biro and stabbing a number of holes into the map. "The rest of the gatling guns are here, here and here," as he circles a few buildings, "just in case you feel like venturing those ways, but I'm sure I can patch them up so they only target zombies, no worries, and there's a lab under each one, though the main one needs a little coat of paint and three billion pounds of concrete and particle guns to be of any use.

"We can possibly track the bomb if we get our hands on one of the others; the lack of radioactive emissions is a problem, but I'm sure there must be some way of tracking them. Though I must ask why you expect me to be the leading authority on this, since you're the army, and if your lot dropped the bombs then you must know someone who can track and disarm them. I'm right up the creek with this one, truth be told. Registering their locations is fine when you have seismic equipment in your lab, but tracking a stolen one? Honestly, leave old muggins Fruitbat on the case and we'll be dead before you know it," he concludes cheerfully.

[m00b]

They have no idea what they have coming for them. They think I only have one bomb, but oh, they are certainly wrong. I have enough technology to completely eliminate every little thing on this planet, and I've got them thinking all I have is one measly little bomb. Well, they'll probably eventually figure out how many of these bombs I really have. I can't wait for them to figure it all out. Oh, this is going to be such a blast. Daddy would be proud.

[Shalashaska]

"Luza you sore bastard." A voice came from behind Flip.
"Where'd you grow the stones to bring your ass in here? And dressed like that? Flip, go find that little prick of a demon, you're in the bad part of my mind, he must be trying to kill good Isino, through that wall there." He pointed. "Don't worry, he's just a bitch." He turned back to Luza, who had a slightly alarmed look on his face. Isino took out a cigarette and lit up.
"Anyway, what the hell do you want?"
Luza stepped back.
"Why the hell are you bald?" Isino asked.
"I thought I looked flashy..." Luza said. He seemed completely demoralised with the new Isino.
"Flashy? Go back to bed. Seriously, where did you grow the stones to come here, when you know that most of your powers are gone."
Isino cleared his throat, put an old look on his face, and said;
And the demon Lord shalt be banished from the Council of the Gods, and thus cleanse it. But, the Council will leave nothing without hope, thus he will retain his original powers, but on the day that the demon flees he shalt have the powers of the demigods......
"So, one of your evil lawyers find a loop hole? Because there isn't such a thing....
"SILENCE!" Luza was red in the face.
"Wait a minute..." Isino said. He took a bottle from his jacket and threw it at Luza. It passed through.
"A spirit? You're still trapped somewhere? Ahahahahaa!"
Isino went up to him and repeatedly kicked him in the crotch.
"Brilliant!"
"You've failed Luza, you won't convince anyone of anything, and Flip is slaughtering your servant right now."
He clicked his fingers, then held up his two hands withm.iddle fingers up, as Luza disappeared.
"I'll just wait for Flip." He said, and cracked open a beer

[Mister Qwerty]

I'll post later when my keyboard is working.

[Shalashaska]

I'm going to France in 2 hours, I want to have plenty to read when I come back.:)

[Hydralisk]

"Ah." I say, in a tone which would implicate bad news coming. "I'm afraid that they were "clean" bombs, so to speak. Prototype technology, you understand. Conventional radiation tracers won't be of any use here since they only emit energy at a readable level - er, a very readable level - when they are detonated. As you may well know, that won't be too hard to find when that happens. par cont rare."

I briefly pause and give out orders to the Demolitions squads littered everywhere, and within the minute all of them are heading over to the other bombs. "Walk with me, doctor" I say, before starting to walk over towards the nearest site. I continue "As you said, we are presumably "the leading authority" in finding and deactivating the bombs, however, we're still waiting for specialists to be flown in a few states over. That could potentially take up to twelve hours, and given what has happened over the past two days, hell and high water could come in that period of time."

"Anyway, Labs, did you say? Hmm... I know you may not trust us military types around your own facilities, but perhaps I could gather up some techies and have a look around one of them? If there's anything worhty of Area 51 in there, I'm perfectly willing to let you keep it." I add, grinning slightly.

Moob, you might want to elaborate on your background a little, and perhaps where you plan to go with your storyline, so that we don't have to continually improvise and compromise our plans too much, okay?

[Mister Qwerty]

Nothing happened. The bearded man laughed, Qwerty tried to fire again, then he looked at his screwdriver,
'This isn't mine...' he said, looking at the bearded man,
'Ah, what a wonder these isomorphic controls are...' The bearded man said, and took the screwdriver from his hand,
'But then...where's mine?' Qwerty looked down, heard a rush of air, and hit the floor.
'I have won. You have lost...'

Meanwhile, several miles away, Qwerty's computer had somehow survived the blast from several pages ago,
'Qwerty#0163: Status: Deceased.' A figure spun around on a chair,
'Oh, I had so much confidence in that one...it looks like I'll have to step in personally now...'

[doctor_fruitbat]

"A-ha-ha-ha," says the doctor dryly. "How you do make me laugh. Fine," he goes on, leaving Hydralisk to follow in his wake as he heads for the lab, roof still smoking from where the gatling gun was destroyed. "If you want a look then fine. But so help you if you try touching anything. Seriously; bad, hellish things are triggered to happen if non-me people fiddle with stuff, the least of which includes the shotgun I'm carrying. This way please."

[m00b]

"More tea, Mr. Grufflesworth?"
Sure, for anyone who may have seen this man in public, they would've thought of him as a good, wise man. But surely, had they seen him having a tea party with a large assortment of zombies and one teddy bear, you would think he was a little, how you say, off. Let's take a trip and find out what's wrong with this, poor, poor soul...

"YOU STUPID, USELESS, HORRENDOUS, PIECE OF-" the man was cut off quite suddenly by a loud explosion in the wall behind him. He turned to see a group of five men in army outfits. Turning to his son, he says "WHAT IN GOD'S NAME DID YOU DO TO MAKE THESE MEN COME HERE. YOU KNOW DAMN WELL I DON'T LIKE SURPRISES," and then, once again, turning to the five men, "Well, hello gentleman. Quite a surprise seeing you come here at this time of hour. May I offer you some-"
Moob watched in horror as the sword went straight through his father's heart. The soldiers looked at him, in utter disgust, and walked away without looking back. He never did figure out what his father did to deserve this. His father had taught him everything he ever knew. Of course, there was one thing that cheered him up about his father's death. This meant that he, and he alone, had inherited everything his father owned - including the secret laboratory that he knew existed. Using his father's knowledge, the boy swore to himself that, no matter what, his father would be avenged one way or another.

Moob glanced around at his guests, who didn't seem to like there tea very much. Since this tea party was a total disaster, he grabbed Mr. Grufflesworth and went over to his desk. "Now, back to the plans Mr. G. You know very well that our attack shall begin quite soon. Once we know for sure who's on the army's side and who's not, we will begin in our obliteration. You shall be in charge of making sure that you take care of that man we saw before. As we saw in our little bowl of fun, he is now in some cruddy old lab with that fruit fellow. Leave the army headquarters to me."

Well, if you say so Hydralisk, even though I can't really figure out a way to do this, I guess this will do. Also, I'll continue with my whole plan later, since I know you can't do much until I take some action. I'm just not in the writing mood right now.

[Mister Qwerty]

The figure stood up and walked over to a stand on the wall which held a sword, he picked it up and turned it over in his hands.
'Tipped with concentrated plutonium, this sword. Razor sharp too, it can slice through a metre of metal without the slightest of trouble.'
'It's very nice, sir.' The computer replied,
'Yes, it is isn't it. The problem is, I've never been able to use it. So I'll have to find the bearded man.'
'But how will you find him?'
'That clone planted a tracking device on him before he died.' The figure walked into a machine and grabbed an amulet. 'Teleportation feed. Useful.' He disappeared into the darkness and reappeared in front of the bearded man.
'I just killed you, didn't I?'
Qwerty withdrew the sword.
'In a sense, yes.'
The bearded man raised his screwdriver and fired, Qwerty flicked his sword up and deflected it, 'my turn...'

[m00b]

Moob and his army, of what looked like a bunch of already dead zombies (although dead wouldn't really be the word for it, because they're already dead, but hey, you get the picture) and a large assortment of different stuffed animals. The zombies and a few stuffed animals were following Moob, while everything else seemed to follow a rather large teddy bear. It was action time.

"You know what to do, Mr. G. The time has come to rid this world of the scum. LET US BEGIN." And with that, the teddy bear known as Mr. G and his army rushed into what seemed to be a deserted lab, while Moob and his army rushed to the army headquarters. Once he arrived there, surprisingly, the army was prepared to fight for their lives. He did not know what tipped him, he sensed someone had betrayed him, somehow, in someway, his army of his zombies and stuffed animals seemed kind of, well, stupid. Ahh. All for the best. He raised what appeared to be a glass cow, said "G-day mates!", and then there was a loud explosion. Gunfire burst everywhere, zombies on top of soldiers, soldiers tearing the stuffing out of his animals, and all of a sudden realized something. No one could have warned them that this was going to happen. He was the only one who knew. Unless, someone like, God, or something, or someone of that sort, had watched him? Or maybe he was not the only one who knew the power of time travel? Maybe, just maybe, he didn't have as much power as he thought he had. Right now, all he cared about was hoping Mr. Grufflesworth was having less trouble then he was.

"Show yourselves, for I am your friend, I am just a kind, loving, teddy bear who want to show you all my adoration!" The teddy swung around with joy, as his army copied his every movements. The lab remained empty. Seeming a little worried, he reached into his pockets (Yes, the teddy bear did wear clothing. He looked quite decent, actually.) and looked at the picture of him and his master. He knew he couldn't let him down, after he was the one who had given him life after all those years ago. But why was the lab empty when they had saw all the people in there moments before?

[Mister Qwerty]

Qwerty advanced menacingly,
'What are you?' The bearded man said, walking back
'Complicated.' Qwerty replied coldly and put the sword to the bearded man's neck,
'No...please!' He pleaded, Qwerty scratched him with the tip of the sword, then sheathed it,
'The paradox-protector, please.'
'I'll never give it to you.' The bearded man held his head and sat down, 'what's happening to me?'
'Plutonium-tipped sword. Now you will give me that paradox-protector.' The bearded man vomited all over the floor,
'Oh...God! Help me...' He extended a hand to Qwerty, who promptly removed it with a flick of his sword, he looked at his bleeding stump and let out a low moan as the diseased flesh started turning green. Qwerty looked at him with disgust as the man grabbed Qwerty with his hand, 'you...you did this...' Qwerty grabbed the paradox-protector.
'I know. I'm an evil person aren't I?' Qwerty sliced through the man's spinal cord, ran his sword up into his brain and pushed forward on the sword, forcing the skull to shatter. Qwerty placed the paradox-protector around his neck and slammed down on the handle, slicing the man's skull in two. He fell on the floor and Qwerty sheathed his sword as he started dissolving into the floor and waited for all what had happened in the past fortnight to be over. 5 minutes passed and he opened his eyes,
'Well then,' he said, 'to the end of the universe!...'

[doctor_fruitbat]

"Sorry about that" says the doctor, as pieces of plaster flutter gently downwards and settle on the floor in small sprinkled piles. "And I'm sure my receptionist would be sorry too, if she had a soul", he went on, as Hydralisk and a select team of techies stand up cautiously, eyeing the bullet-holes with trepidation. "At this point let me reiterate the importance of the no touchy-feely rule. Anyway", cries the doctor. "On we go".

As the lift descends, an ever more quiet voice says "Do you like jazz? Can't stand it personally. Bloody awful stuff when you get right down to it".

[Mister Qwerty]

A portal opened in a post-apocalyptic warzone and Qwerty stepped out, he saw a man dressed in a filthy rag run up to him, looking back occasionally, and stumbled, when he reached Qwerty, he fell to his knees,
'Help me! Oh, God! Help me! They're coming for me! Help me!'
'Who?'
'The overlords! They'll kill me! They'll kill my family! Help me!'
'Who are the overlords?'
'You're not from around here are you?' He looked at Qwerty's face and gasped, 'it...it's you...' he scrambled back
'What's so significant about me?' The man pointed at a wall,
'The saviour of humanity...' Qwerty walked over to the wall and read it,
'...And so it was, as the overlords came for him, The Saviour came and rescued him...' Qwerty stopped reading,
'That could mean anyone.'
'Then look at the picture,' Qwerty looked to the left and saw the wall emblazoned with his image. The man heard footsteps and turned around,
'They're here! Oh, God help me!' Qwerty withdrew his sword, then got a proper look and saw thousands of them marching,
'They're the overlords?!' Qwerty screamed to the man, he raised a shaking finger,
'No...' Qwerty turned around, 'they are...'

[flippinell]

Flip was looking across the moor that was Isino's subconcious. A thin eternal drizzle covered the hills but the sky was of darkest blue, you could almost see the boundries up there, like some huge dome, you could see the bricks holding it together. Flip breathed in the cold twilight air and tried to spot the demon, lording it over his new kingdom.

Suddenly there was a flash of light on the horizon and a foul stench filled the air. It smelt of rotting carcasses on the roadside, of the ruins of a burnt down house, of the battlefield. It brought with it an air of anger, hate and pure sadism. The joy of a worthless kill and the anger that it brings with it all in one. Flip smiled there was his prey, maybe he might've been lucky and killed Isino the Light, ol' Mister Dark back there seemed like a hell of a lotta fun.
"Ah well, time to bring out the good ol' demonic trash" he blurted out on an impulse, his voice echoing out over the landscape. Best thing was all he had to do was think and you were there, he'd been in his head for long enough. The inherent connection between the two mentalitys might have helped, but not much.

So, with a quick burst of memories, there Flip was standing infront of a small pile of ashes and a white coated figure who could only really be Isino's angelic side. He looked slightly startled at Flip, who was breathing rather heavily.
"You complete and utter bastard,"
"What have I done good sir?" Isino's voice was contemplative, as though every sensation was new to him, this duality had only existed for the last couple of hours, maybe a way to ensure the minds survival.
"He was my kill, you've gone and killed my prey," Flip was walking towards the Angel and hit him across the face, leaving a red patch across it's face. "Now, if you'll excuse me I have to be going," Flip turned around and disspeared back to Luza's new lair.
"Hey buddy, miss me?" he shouted out, just realising that he was spitting slighty, right into the demon kings face.

[m00b]

How could this be happening?
How could his perfect army be losing?
How could his unbelievably amazing army be suffering casualties?
This couldn't be happening. The soldiers somehow knew that his army was easily defeated by water. Well, the zombies were, at least. It was up to his small squad of stuffed animals to defeat a large and well prepared army.
"I wasn't expecting to have to bring this out so soon, but, if I must, here we go!" With a click of a button, multiple explosions started appearing everywhere. The soldiers, who finally weren't prepared for something, ran frantically in every direction. Only one man stayed standing, staring straight into Moob's eyes. "And what do we have here? Someone wants to have a little bit of play time with me? Well then, let the fun begin." Instead of bringing out all of the guns he had ready for this man, he brought out his trusty katana. "You're gonna regret this terribly, mate."

[Mister Qwerty]

Qwerty stood rooted to the spot,
'So this is what fear feels like...'
'What are you gonna do?' The man said, shaking vigourously,
'For the first time in my life...I don't know...'
'Teleport outta here! Do anything!' Qwerty turned back around and grabbed the man's arm,
'Hold on tight!' They teleported and reappeared in Qwerty's lab, he saw himself being absorbed into the tentacled monster (see page 4 or something)
'That's you...' The man said, pointing at the body,
'I know. I remember this moment perfectly...' Qwerty dropped to his knees,
'Kill it!' The man screamed, 'don't just sit there! Kill it!'
'No...'
'But why not?!' Qwerty stood up and withdrew his sword,
'Because that would change the future! We have to get back now!' He saw Vercci run past and stop,
'Hang on...you were there, you've just been absorbed, and now you're there, in different clothes...what's going on?'
'Can't talk right now...sorry...' Qwerty teleported, leaving the man behind, he got to the future and gasped...

[Hydralisk]

M00b, wtf? I could have sworn this was largely a serious thread. Teddy bears attacking?

"I'm more into the heavy stuff personally." I replied. Smalltalk in a lift was never a comfortable situation, but having just watched a stray zombie being demolished like that had put all the scientists right on edge. Hell, they barely knew how to use their sidearms. "Anyway, I've been wondering - what is your part in this whole invasion? Where were you when this whole mess began?"

Sorry for the small post, just can't think of anything to write atm.

[Mister Qwerty]

Qwerty was transfixed by the statue that stood in front of him, the man he left behind was stood there, erected in gold,
'Oh my God...' He looked behind it and saw a collosal palace, with two miniature statues flanking the sides, Qwerty proceeded towards it, and decided that there would be a hell of a lot of security, so teleported in.
'Ah, Qwerty, you've finally arrived!' I waited 100 trillion years for you!'
'You waited how long?' Qwerty exclaimed,
'100 trillion years!'
'But how could you survive that long?'
'You left me in a gigantic genetic laboratory! And I couldn't build myself another chrono-manipulator with the resources I had! So I pondered it, and I decided to use the resources and research I did have, and make myself immortal!' He explained,
'You've changed the course of history!'
'Not nearly as much as you think. You see, I managed to build myself a chrono-manipulator, and I traveled back. I traveled so far back.'
'How far?'
'Further than any human has traveled before.'
'I traveled to the beginning of the universe, you can't have traveled further than me.' The man stood up,
'But I did, I passed the start of creation! Past the beginning of time. Past the beginning of space...so far back...the things I saw...'
'What did you see?'
'I don't know...it all went by so fast...I couldn't stop...time and space were falling apart...I saw so many people dying...I was hurtled throughout the universes...and...I remember something...'
'What was it?'
'It was you...I saw everything about you...you had a normal childhood...but the outbreak changed everything...I saw the universe you created...the people you killed...and I saw your fate...'
'What?'
'Save them...'
'Who?'
'In that universe...you sent them to war...you killed them...an entire universe...destroyed in a minute...'
'I didn't destroy that universe!'
'Save them...that universe...it's inhabitants...you have to save them...' Qwerty ran up to him and looked at his eyes,
'The whole of time...the whole of space...'
'No...'
'I can see it...it hurts...'
'The chrono-manipulator...'
'I can't control it...I can't contain it...'
'What have you done?'
'Run...go...save them...'
'I can help you...'
'You can't...I can't contain it...' He convulsed
'Please...'
'Go!' He screamed, Qwerty turned and ran, he heard an explosion, but was gone...

[Vercci]

I've had more stuff to handle lately, I'l try posting again

[Shalashaska]

Good Isino laid back down. What was Flip talking about? Stealing his kill? He hadn't killed anything. He pondered this.
Maybe this was the reason he was trapped in here.
He stood up, white robes falling from the crook in his stomach.
Taking a crossbow off his back, he looked around. The monster must be in the neutral part of the brain.
He walked over to the door, flung it open, and pointed his crossbow.
Usually he'd kill things in the most humane way possible, but he'd make an exception for this bitch.
He shook his head. He was to close to Dark Isino.
Walking forward, he prayed that his other half wouldn't go exploring.
Then, suddenley, a huge black demon jumped from oblivion, teeth bared and claws pointed at Isino.
"No worries there." he thought, and raising the crossbow, muttered, "Brisinger!"
A bolt of blue flame soared from the tip. Pure, magical flame.
It hit the demon in the chest, sending him flying backwards, roaring in pain.
Isino walked over, and fired flaming bolts into each of the demons limbs, making it scream.
"I'll leave you to yourself." He said, and walked away.
He had to prepare to go back to Earth. There was something he had to do.....

[doctor_fruitbat]

"You know", muses the doctor, as the elevator changes direction and begins moving horizontally underneath the city, "I'm really not sure. I woke up quite a long while after the undead appeared. There was an explosion in the lab, probably when I was making... molecules and junk. Yes, that sounds about right. I forget. Anyway, here we are."

The doors to the elevator grind open with a creaking sound; dust still fills the air, and a small piece of concrete drops from the ceiling two storeys up, making a soft 'plink' sound on the piles of rubble. "Sorry about the mess" he says airily, waving away the dusty air as he steps over a smashed computer. "Some rascals were a little overzealous in trying to change history, or something. I didn't pay a great deal of attention at the time. Still, this was the most important lab I had. Them over there are a bunch of computers, that's a hi-fi system, and that table is where we disect bodies for research purposes. That big gun over there is a neutron condenser".

He wanders over to the gun, which is still hanging upside down from the ceiling, and taps experimentally at the interface. "Maybe I can make it work again," he mutters. At the end of the gigantic lab where they entered comes a crashing sound; the doors buckle under the weight of several dozen undead tumbling down the lift shaft, flooding the exit and groaning as they attempt to upright themselves.

"Oh, right," says the doctor. "And the foyer is stuffed with zombies. Sorry."

[Shalashaska]

I've had a brilliant idea. Its so brilliant, I'm gonig to look at it myself and not let you see it. But really, if we could make stick artpad drawings of this story, bit by bit, one after the other, it would be pretty cool. If everyone would draw there character and put it up, it would be brilliant. Then we take turns to draw the things.

[flippinell]

Could do that but not make it neccesary or anything since that could be confusing and detract from say more important things such as the narrative. 'Course I'm all for fan art so here's a badly drawn Flip.

http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h33/flippinell/Flip.jpg

[Shalashaska]

I just tried to make a drawing like that, but at the moment I'm on the laptop. Flip, draw Isino and I'll give you some rep.:P

[flippinell]

Not sure if this is what you wanted but here it is.
http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h33/flippinell/Isino-1.jpg

[Mister Qwerty]

Qwerty was blasted out of the portal and landed face down on a pavement, he saw civilians running up to him
'Where am I?'
'You mean you don't know?'
'No...there was an explosion and I was hurtled through Time.'
'Yeah, we get a lot like you.'
'What?!'
'Time travellers, yeah.'
'What year is it?'
'It's 2007. Why?'
'What date?'
'August 8th.' Qwerty stood up,
'What major historical events have happened in the past week?'
'Well...there was the zombie outbreak...'
'Was? What happened?'
'This guy nuked 'em! It was awesome!'
'What? With a missile? You should be dead!'
'No! Not literally! He started to mutate, grew a scaly-looking scorpion-tail...thing!'
'How?'
'No-one really knows,' the woman moved forward, 'he kinda looks like you...' Qwerty grabbed his chest and fell to the floor, 'yeah, that's how it happened before!' Qwerty screamed in pain,
'What...what's happening...' he convulsed, the woman moved back,
'You're a time traveller yeah?'
'Yeah...' he felt a searing pain in his back
'You have to go back.'
'Why?...'
'You have to stop the kid who stopped the zombie outbreak.'
'But...he saved all...all your lives...'
'Not exactly...afterwards, he went insane, he couldn't distinguish between human and zombie...he destroyed 95% of the population...' Qwerty levitated and hovered several feet off the floor,
'I can't help you...' he vanished in a flash of yellow light...

[Shalashaska]

No. Is actually more like Killey from Suikoden with sunglasses.

http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d116/snake10/Killey.gif

[Hydralisk]

Two apologies are in order here.
1. Sorry Fruitbat, but you will have to continue the storyline along a little bit more. I can't think of anything to write and I may have serious business coming up soon.
2. Sorry Ocelot, but with that hat I just cannot take your character seriously :p Having said that, the rest of it looks rad. I'll draw up my dude later on. If I get time.

[Mister Qwerty]

Qwerty awoke in an underground lab, hovering on a table, he rubbed his head and stood up,
'You're head hurts, doesn't it? And you feel sick?' Said a person sat at the other side of the room,
'Yeah...where am I?' Qwerty asked, groggily,
'You're in the Lab.' The way the man emphasized it made it sound like 'Lab' had a capital letter,
'What's that?'
'Well, local superstition says that the Lab is run by hyper-intelligent genii, apparently, they kidnap travelling people and experiment on them...'
'But you don't understand...I'm a time traveller...'
'I know,' he gestured to a board,
'Name: Qwerty Markios-Chapman... oh...I didn't really want people to know that... Age: ?
Nationality: ?
Parents: ? & ?
Place Of Residence: ? Well, at least they don't know a lot about me.'
'They will soon...' A light flashed on the wall behind him,
'What's that?' Qwerty looked around
'They're going to come for one of us.'
'Well it won't be me,' Qwerty teleported but reappeared in the same place, 'What is this?'
'You're not the first to try and teleport out.' The door opened in front of him and a man in a lab coat walked in and grabbed the man, 'no! I won't go!' He thrashed
'Put him down. Now.' Qwerty said calmly, his eyes turned yellow and started swirling. The scientist stopped abruptly and dropped the man, who immediately started massaging his throat,
'Your eyes...' the scientist was transfixed, 'I can see so much...windows to another world...'
'What are you doing to him?' The man asked, but Qwerty didn't respond as the scientit walked closer to him,
'So many things...everything you've seen...' two yellow beams appeared from Qwerty's eyes and went into the scientist's,
'What are you doing?' The scientist started to glow,
'Ow...too many things...how do you cope...'
'By doing this!' The beams intensified and the scientist started howling with pain
'Stop it!' The scientist and Qwerty turned in unison,
'But how can I stop this? All this power? All this authority? His army...' The scientist turned away and broke the link, 'mine!' Time started to fluctuate wildly around him, Qwerty turned to the man and raised his arms,
'Get out now!' Qwerty teleported him to safety, the scientist shot a beam of Time at Qwerty, but missed and hit the wall behind him, which started to crumble and break
'Well then, a challenge,' Qwerty's eyes glowed deep blue, 'finally...'

[flippinell]

Qwerty I'm very confused, where are you exactly?

"How very nice to see you back John" Luza grinned reavealing a mouth full of perfect teeth, each one razor sharp.
"Yeah, well I can't exactly roam about someone's inner sanctum without permission now, can I?" Flip took a step back from the Demon King who was licking his lips hungrily.
"Yes, you can." Luza whispered softly, just loud enough so Flip could hear it. "I did, and look where I am now?".
"Yeah a power hungry failed cellestial experiment who dresses like some kind of cultist." Luza snarled and lept forwards towards Flip who promptly grabbed both of the Demons arms. "Looks like I bagged a biggun!" the immortal trickster grinned and promptly withdrew from Isino's mind, Luza coming back with him.

Flip opened his eyes and looked straight into the face of Doctor Tally, who was grinning solemnly.
"You took your time, gone for nearly five minutes,"
"I like to do the job throughly," Flip tried to pull himself up but fell back down. The Doctor nodded and took out a syringe full of golden liquid from his coat.
"Hmph, I know. Now let me just..." the doctor stuck the needle into Flip's arm and injected the syrup into his veins. "There, that should help with the spiritual feedback, but by gods I haven't seen you like this since the Baba Yaga incident about 90 years back. You remember that don't you?" Flip racked his mind and a few faint images of a chicken leg house came into view.
"Vaguely, reincarnation plays havoc with your mental well being."
"Tell me about it. Now I do believe I may have to deal with Isino there. You should be well enough to get up and go about your own way."
"Right, sure." Flip lifted himself up, succesfully this time, and half walked half stumbled to the edge of the camp. His head hurt like Hell, it really did.

Within the dark sewer of the mind a new, living shadow forms and pulls itself through the murky green water. Eventually it drops down into a large cavern filled with every pin up and poster ever created in the eternity of time. The shadow settles down in between the folds of "Shit Happens" and "Miss America 1979". Then it starts to whisper.

God could create a whole mythology now just out of Luza, the Gods and all that. Ideas are happenin'!

[doctor_fruitbat]

Two apologies are in order here.
1. Sorry Fruitbat, but you will have to continue the storyline along a little bit more. I can't think of anything to write and I may have serious business coming up soon.
That's a shame; I'll keep it all going, no worries, or possibly write it so that you can pick things back up easily whenever you want to. There's so many possiblities. :eng101:

[Mister Qwerty]

Qwerty I'm very confused, where are you exactly?
I broke away from the story a little bit when I died and met the bearded guy, (page 15...ish) but I plan to come back into it in a little while. :D

When the scientist spoke, his voice was distorted,
'I have the raw power of time running through me...the whole of history is mine to shape...as is the future...'
'But you can't control it, at some point the power will overwhelm you, and you'll die. Either due to that, or I'll kill you myself.'
'But I can time-travel now.'
'I'll follow you.'
'I can see the whole of history...just by doing this...' he vanished in a flash of yellow light, Qwerty followed him, they ended up in the present day, they were jumping time constantly, everywhere they landed, they were fighting, the ground grew hot and cracked beneath their feet, they finally ended up in the present day, after destroying the court of King Louis XIV, in some sort of camp,
'Stop...time travelling...AND FIGHT!' Qwerty roared, sending a beam of energy zooming into the scientist, who easily deflected it with a flick of his arm, Qwerty thought he saw something that looked like Flip, but he didn't care right now, all that mattered was putting an end to the scientist, he shot another beam at the scientist and hit him squarely in the chest, the laugh died from his face, his skin grew old, his hair fell out, he was getting older by the second, within the minute, he turned to dust. Qwerty smiled and fell to the floor, and vaguely, he heard Flip shout,
'Get some medical attention here, now!...'

[Shalashaska]

That hat rocks, and I don't care what you say.:D

Good isino sat down, and waited.
He'd have to help Flip now, he probabley got something himself.
Then, he felt his concious shift, and he woke up to see Dr. Tally examining another patient.
"How did you wing up here, Tally?"
Without looking up, Tally replied, "I'd ask you the same thing. You need to help the boy."
Isino grunted and rose. He felt fine, just a slight lingering of a headache.
"He's out that way." Tally said.
"Thanks."
Isino walked out to where a slumped figure lay.
He picked up a top hat on the way, and placed it on Flip's head, then laid his hands on his head.
He appeared in a postered room.
A shadow was whispering, and Flip was sitting looking intrigued.(sp?)
"Loki, you little bastard."
The shadow looked up, and he was suddenley colour. A little man with shabby green and brown clothes and a Robin Hood style hat stood there.
"What the hell did my father tell you? Get out of here, you prankster."
Loki looked up, scared, and muttered, "Sorry Siorai, please don't hurt me!"
"Run, you fool."
Loki nodded and scuttered away, disappearing.
"Thats that."
He reappeared in the camp, to see Flip looking at Tally on the ground.
Isino ran over, and glimpsed Qwerty holding his screwdriver.
He knelt beside the Doctor, looked at him, and shook his head.
"Let him go to the Gods, they will take care of him, as he has taken care of so may people."
He stood up, and turned to Qwerty.
"Do you know what happened, or do you wish for me to tell you?"

[Mister Qwerty]

'Yes...I know what happened...up until the part when I collapsed anyway...'
'Yeah, well, you'll be fine now. But, how are you still alive? We've seen you die so many times.'
'Oh, well, you know, immortality, clones, anything to stay alive.' Qwerty laughed, Flip walked up to him,
'Where'd you go?'
'All over, parallel worlds, start and end of the universe, I may have killed King Louis XIV, but it doesn't matter. What've you been doing?' Qwerty inquired
'Various things.' Isino said, 'say, there's one thing you can help us with,'
'What is it?' Qwerty asked,
'Well...'

Sorry, I know my posts are usually massive, but I can't think of anything to write...

[Shalashaska]

If you post a picture of what you think Qwerty looks like, it would help a good bit.

[Mister Qwerty]

And if I don't like it I'll fail you.

[Shalashaska]

?

...you're going to help Hydralisk. Go do whatever you can to help him and his troops."
Isino strode forward, and grabbed Qwerty by the front of his collar, hoisting him up.
"And don't lose control again."
He dropped him, and walked back to Tally, as Qwerty nodded and walked away.
He examined him, and said; "He seemed to be possesed by Luza, poor man. I hope death was sudden. He was a great help to us Immortals."
He held out his hand, and the ground swallowed the Doctor.
"Rest in peace." Isino muttered.
He turned to Flip.
"Did he give you any medication or...?"
"Yeah, there was a gold liquid he used to calm me down."
Isino eyebrows went up.
"Cruel bastard." he said.
Then he held his hand out towards Flip, who was suddenley hoisted into the air.
Flip limbs started to bend in horrible ways, and he roared in pain.
Then, after 5 seconds, a cascade of red liquid fell out. Blood.
Then instantly, it re-entered.
He let Flip down, lowering his hand and wiping his brow.
"You okay?" he said.
Flip nodded. "That was painful. What was the gold stuff?"
"You don't want to know."
"Why was it so painful?"
"I was sucking the blood out of your body; it was all infected, you needed to be purified."
"Thanks. Anything else?" Asked Flip, as he got up.
Isino walked forward, grabbed him, and kneed [sp?] him in the stomach.
"What the he-?" Said Flip, as he lay on the ground, gasping.
"Thats for slapping me, you girl."

[Mister Qwerty]

Qwerty teleported away and reappeared beside Hydralisk,
'Who the hell are you?!' Hydralisk shouted over the gunfire and explosions
'I'm Qwerty! You must be Hydralisk!' He extended a hand, Hydralisk reached out to take it but Qwerty withdrew it and fired a beam at a zombie that lunged for him,
'Useful!' Hydralisk shouted, he turned and fired a few rounds into a second zombie,
'This really isn't the time to exchange plesantries!' Qwerty shouted, he heard a soldier behind him,
'Retreat! There's too many! For fuck's sake! Retreat!' And Qwerty and Hydralisk were surrounded by soldiers running away form what seemed to be a few hundred zombies, but they walked to the top of the hill,
'Oh my God...there must be at least-' Hydralisk started
'2581937 zombies.' Hydralisk looked at Qwerty, shocked, 'what? I'm a fast counter.' The last of the soldiers ran past them and Qwerty raised two balls of pure time in each of his hands,
'Well then, this will be fun...'

[Shalashaska]

*Waiting for Flip*

[flippinell]

Flip stood up and looked grimly out onto the horizon.
"It was all a trick," he muttered under his breath, "all a very complex and masterful trick."
"What the Hells are you talking about?" Insino asked, trying to spot whatever his companion was looking at.
"That 'Luza' we fought in your mind, he was a fake, it was Loki."
"But he was in your head, wasn't he?"
"Yes, because my plan was to banish Luza to the deepest and darkest depths of my psyche, the room with the posters. Of course it wasn't the Demon King we were fighting he had possesed-"
"Tally, yeah I get you. So while Loki was destroying us mentally Luza was getting to work on our physical forms."
"Exactly, preventing us from reincarnating in a different form, ever."
"So, he knows how to eliminate us completely, what do you suggest now then?"
"I was hoping you'd have something up your sleeve."
"I thought you would be."

[Mister Qwerty]

Hydralisk cocked his gun,
'Yes, it will,' they looked at each other as the zombie's groans got louder, as one outstretched it's decaying arm, Hydralisk raised his gun and pumped bullets into it's brain, Qwerty teleported several meters off the floor and shot ball after ball of time at zombies, with each hit there was a screech, a 'poof' and they quickly became dust, one by one the army fell, Qwerty looked around, smiling,
'Hydralisk!' Qwerty shouted, he looked behind him as the zombie was turned to dust,
'Thanks!' He shouted back, Qwerty made a motion and resumed killing the zombies, he saw their numbers deplete dramatically, he then felt a searing pain in the back of his head, he went limp and fell straight to the floor,
'Qwerty?' Hydralisk looked around for any signs of things turning to dust, instead he discovered him twitching several feet away with an arrow impaled in his skull, 'oh my God!' Hydralisk put his hand around it and started pulling it out, Qwerty screamed in agony, 'hang on!' Hydralisk removed the arrow head, which was quickly followed by a spurt of blood, he looked in amazement as Qwerty's head started to repair itself.
'I...told you, I'm...quite the genetisist...'he laughed and stood up, 'are the zombies dead?'
'Yeah, but we should get outta here, just in case more come,' Hydralisk said, looking around nervously
'Here, grab my arm,' Hydralisk grabbed his outstretched arm and both vanished in a flash of light...

[Shalashaska]

Isino sat down, taking his sunglasses off. That was a very good point....
"Really what Loki was trying to do was destroy our souls. A simple solution to the current problem would be to just kill Loki, he's the only rogue God that I know of. He won't be hard to kill, he's just a demi-god like me. We need to lure him into this world, and then throttle him. But that can wait, Hydralisk, Vercci and Qwerty need help with those zombies, and the demons will be joining the zombies soon. They're not so stupid they don't know an ally when they see one. Maybe Loki will be there aswell."
He stood up.
"Right, let's go."
"So....really?"
"Really what?"
"We just get to kill things, no strings, no Gods?"
"...yes."
"Christ, it'll be like a break." Flip said.
Isino grinned, and called his motorcycle.

[Mister Qwerty]

Qwerty and Hydralisk reappeared in the same spot,
'What the...' Qwerty said
'What?' Hydralisk asked
'We should have teleported back to Flip and Isino...' Qwerty looked around,
'What?'
'I thought I heard...never mind...' The clouds cleared, revealing the moon, then the wind picked up, 'we have to get away from here...' Qwerty said hurridely (sp?)
'Why? What's happen-oh my God...' The sky had turned jet black and revealed a portal of sorts
'We have to go, now!' Demons and devils and all manner of otherworldy beings were being spat out of it, 'move!' Qwerty screamed, but the teleport wouldn't work
'No! Hydralisk shouted, Qwerty grabbed his arm,
'Run!' he screamed, they dodged falling pillars and such until they heard a shriek overhead, and looked up to see a monster flying and land in front of them, it raised a bloody claw and Qwerty released an outburst of yellow energy and looked up, he saw everything frozen in chronological suspension
'Okay...how do I turn this off...'

[flippinell]

"Yeah I'll catch up to you in a second. Gotta prepare before a party, and all that," Flip watched as Isino nodded and sped off into the distance. He then closed his eyes and muttered a few short phrases in a dark and archaic tounge. As he spoke the shadows rose up and weaved around each other, forming the shapes of lost creatures, all tentacles and claws, long abandoned by such complex concepts as evolution. Eventually the darkness closed in on itself and the figure of a man dressed in a cloak of fur and a horned helmet appeared. He looked at Flip with cunning yellow eyes and spoke from beneath a straggly black beard.
"So, you have come to a decision then, Pinell?"
"Yes, I was probably yours since the beggining, but yes I accept your offer." Flip placed a look on his face of extreme neutrality. "What do I do, Lie-smith?"
"You kill him, you kill him the mind, soul, spirit and body. You burn him to ashes and give the remains to the four great witches of this world. Then you come to me again."
"Does this mean I shall be spared the pain of death?"
"After this you shall never have to worry about such trivial matters."
"Once was enough. I thank you for this oppurtunity, sly-god." The man in fur laughed like the winds of the north.
"When we are finished I shall pass my titles unto you and I shall become the master of Asgard. Now here is something that I wish you to have. It shall make the job, easier." The figure shrugged the cloak off his shoulders and at closer inspection it seemed to be made of raven feathers. "It shall help you with your new career as the new God of Mischief."
"I shall use your gift with dishonour, Sly-One." Flip smirked and threw the cloak over himself, causing him to shrink and bend into the shape of a raven.
"You shall do me proud. I shall pass my titles unto you when, and only when, the deed is done. Then my chains shall break and the liberation of my kin shall begin." the figure laughed his cold laugh again and dissapeared in a shadow of frost. Flip cawed loudly, then took off into the sky, looking at the ground for the distinctive figure on a motorbike.

[doctor_fruitbat]

I assume this is all a separate occurance to what I'm doing with Hydralisk currently, so I'll keep going as such.

The researchers have by this point stopped cowering and are taking notes on the undead phenomenon spilling into the lab. The zombies, as terrifying and dangerous as a stampede of upturned tortoises, are too busy bumping into one another and sending their own limbs flying across the room to pay attention to their assailants.

Hydralisk expertly pops a bullet into a groaning head, tipping it backwards and on to the floor, with the consequence of its owner tripping over its own skull and skittling its compatriots like an upended bag of labrador puppies. Hydralisk reloads and nods as he does so with professional satisfaction; nice. The doctor continues to air guitar with a severed limb to the sound of St Elmo's Fire.

[Shalashaska]

Thats.....quite a turn. I've no idea what you mean to do, so I'll just go on to the base.

Isino arrived at the base, after the short journey.
He had felt a chill half way through the journey, but it must have been just the weather....
Stopping the bike, he got off, and walked over to the main tent.
He noticed a huge, black portal in the sky that had figures pouring out of it.
"Shit." he muttered.
He walked into the tent, to find Qwerty and Hydralisk, a small bit disoriented.
"I need Flip." he said, and sat down.

[Shalashaska]

Come on, get your asses in gear.

[flippinell]

Flip stepped through the tent flap and grinned.
"You called?" he asked as he sat down, putting his feet upon the table.
"Where were you?" Isino said, looking at Flip with an air of suspicion.
"As you might have heard before, I need to prepare before such a fun night out. Also I was probably the only one who had enough common sense to take a peek at the battlefield before we get started." Isino sighed
"So would you like to tell us where we'll be fighting then?"
"A large levelled industrial site down on the east side. Lots of flat land so the zombies will have an easy time moving themselves." Hydralisk raised a hand
"Are you actually saying they've gone and thought out some simple tatics." Flip smiled grimly
"Not so much thought of, more instinctively went for. These zombies re just like us if we had no feelings except xenophobic agression. They won't stop until they have A)Killed every being that is one of them on this planet or B)They are destroyed themselves. In short an unstoppable army with no time for fear or love or compassion."
"The ultimate soldiers," Qwerty muttered as he idlely drew alien symbols on a notepad with the stump of a pencil. Flip looked his direction and nodded
"You really should have given more attention to them, much better than those big robot things you built afterwards. They didn't have blood." Qwerty frowned and went back to drawing.
"Now as much fun as this banter is I have also made a simple battle plan. Firstly we thin their numbers out with a few huge blasts of say any explosive, Qwerty Hydralisk? Then we all go in and round up the toughies. Any questions."
"That has got to be the worst set of-"
"Shut up Hydralisk, any more comments on my genius?" Isino raised his hat and smled slyly.
"What about the demons?"
"The what nows?"
"The demons I saw them gathering to the east, they must be headed there too."
"Too high an iron content too near to the surface, they wouldn't make it. Next!"
"Iron, there's no iron there."
"Sure there is, used to be an old iron works there,"
"Hmph, fine." Flip stood up and grinned wickedly.
"Oh yes, gentlemen don't be confused if the world outside starts to change at a moments notice. Thanks to Qwerty's help the whole of time and space is collapsing very slightly. Hells, we might even see Fruitbat again. Won't that be fun?" There was general approval from the group and they started to stand up.
"Follow the charred brick road friends and we'll be at the site in any minute."

[Mister Qwerty]

They walked down the road, when Hydralisk suddenly spoke,
'Hang on, if time and space are falling apart, why isn't it affecting us?' He said as a crow turned into a cactus. Qwerty picked up a stone and threw it several metres, disintegrating as it hit an invisible barrier,
'This is holding together the fabric of reality around us. If I let this down, then the effects would be far worse.' Qwerty said
'How could this be any worse?' Hydralisk said, Qwerty waved his arm,
'Like this.' The shield fell and Hydralisk turned into a table, Qwerty waved his arm again and brought the shield back up, Hydralisk instantly turned back human,
'What...what the hell?!' He shouted
'Time and space are falling apart. Oh, there's the iron mill.' Qwerty said...

[flippinell]

Well I'm off to Ireland for ten days so to keep me out of the way

Flip looked ahead at the line of weary men approaching the iron mill. He would love to see what happened but he had other things to get on with before he could finally fullfill his destiny. So, while the group were being heartily amused by Table Hydralisk, he slipped into a deserted appartment block and dissapeared from site.

A few minutes later a raven flew out of a top story window and headed north.

Also, can I ask you not to take complete and utter control of me while I'm away. My story is slightly delicate at the moment. You can ammuse yourselves in battle can't you?

[doctor_fruitbat]

The doctor shakes his head sadly as the hordes of undead continue to spill inside. "There do seem to be rather a lot of them," he muses. "Still, the disease has regressed to a large degree; I believe it stopped being airborne a few days after it entered the atmosphere, which is why the infection is now only transmittable by entering the bloodstream directly. If we're careful not to let them bite us, we should remain uninfected."

"Good," grunts Hydralisk, throwing an empty cartidge in an effort to stop the terrible pratfalling hordes of animated corpses. "This is a damn laboratory, isn't there anything you can d- wait, hang on, what do you mean disease?"

"Why yes, there is something I can do, come to think of it", says the doctor. He grimaces slightly as he makes his way to the cannon pointing down into the centre of the room, his gait seemingly a little more strained than usual. From the recesses of his coat he produces a cube, the edges between its pieces glowing like sunlight reflected off infinity.

"What is that?" asks one of the researchers suspiciously, as the energy gun lights up and begins charging.

"It's quite simple really," the doctor replies, as the gun begins whining ominously. "The accelerator agitates particles in the air until their motion exceeds light speed. At which point the instability of something so patently ridiculous causes a collapse of nearby space and drags it into the cube until the flow is stopped, much like a fine spread of pubic hair plugs a bathtub. Then space returns, and then molecules happen."

"What?" comes the quizzical reply as the cannon fires, striking the cube and spinning it at a rapidly increasing rate.

"And what the hell was that about zombies and diseases?" yells Hydralisk over the sound of molecules doing their thing.

"Oh, just a little independent research I did into the undead" says the doctor airily. "Didn't exactly go as planned, but I doubt it would have made a difference in the long term... Of course, while this is going to remove the zombies in this room, if you don't have a special set of sunglasses such as the pair currently making a fashion statement on my head, you'll probably be dragged into the cube as well, where I believe an entire army is getting rather agitated and ready to shoot something, so you may want to do something about that. Not quite sure what, though. Well, so long for now." And with that the doctor runs towards and through a door at the far end of the room, leading further into the complex as the others remain occupied by the weight of zombies pressing in on them.

He leans against the wall and breathes heavily as pure white light builds up around the cracks in the door. Poor guys; I suppose there's time for them to get out. Everyone knows that million to one chances always work.

[Shalashaska]

Isino swept back his coat, took a gun and his dagger, and advanced towards the oncoming hoards.
"The only wat to kill them is to strike off the head, then keep away from the body."
He shot one, and decapitated another. He worked through the stream steadily, trying to buy time.

Someone do something so we don't all die. Alternatively, I'll do it.

[Mister Qwerty]

All right.
Qwerty saw a zombie lunge at Isino from behind,
'Oh no you don't!' He raised a time ball and fired at the zombie, promptly turning it to dust,
'Thanks...' Isino said
'There's too many!' Hydralisk shouted over the furore, reloading his machine gun, Qwerty looked around, Isino, shooting zombies in the head, and slicing their throats when they came too close, Hydralisk, quickly running out of ammo, horde after horde breaking down every wall, smashing every window, determined to get their food, Isino and Hydralisk saw a flash of yellow light, and Qwerty had gone,
'No!' Hydralisk screamed
'That traitorous bastard...' Isino said, but was blinded by another flash of yellow light and the room had expanded into a portal revealing an army, and stood at the front was Qwerty,
'Ready arms! Take aim! Fire!!!'

[Shalashaska]

That is exactly what I would have said myself.

Isino saw the team, and jumped backwards out of their way, then unloaded with his revolvers as they destroyed the horde of zombies.
Afterwards, he sat down, took out a cigarette, lit it, and sighed.
"I'm getting to damn old for this." he muttered.
"What army is that Qwerty?"

[flippinell]

There is a forest in a time and space not known to many but a chosen few. In this forest is a gnarled tree and hidden in that tree is a witch. She was imprisoned there long ago by a trickster spirit who was bound to do the bidding of a long forgotten god.

Currently the spirit was standing at the base of the tree's trunk and was talking kind words into a dirt ridden hole.
"I promise to you Mother of all Witches that once this is all over and I am lord of this land once more I shall release you from these tiresome roots." There was much chattering in a foreign tounge.
"Of course you can have all the children you can eat. It would be my pleasure to serve them to you on a golden platter. But only if you give me it." A small shining stone flew out towards Flip and he catched it lazily. "You have my thanks oh gracious lady." he shouted as he dissapeared in a thick white mist.

Flip reappeared in yet another different dimension and smiled as he noticed the back of the person he was looking at.
"Hello Qwerty, always got that damn army with you haven't yer?" Flip pointed behind him. Qwerty turned around and frowned slightly "They're going to be very helpful in our plans. How about you get the whole of the eastern corner of this universe?"

[Shalashaska]

Isino looked at Flip. "Where the hell were you?" he asked.

It's too early for a huge post, I just want more of you others to post. Get your asses in gear.

[flippinell]

"Oh you know, around." Flip smiled and continued to talk to Qwerty.
"And I need an answer now, yes or no."

[Mister Qwerty]

Qwerty smiled, 'Yes. This shall be fun.' Flip stood next to Qwerty and held out the stone he obtained from the witch. 'How did you get this?' Qwerty asked
'The witch in the rift.'
'Ah.'
'Qwerty, Flip, what the hell are you doing? Isino said, walking forward
'We're taking control.' Flip said
'Not again, Qwerty.' Isino said
'No, it's not just me this time. I've embued Flip with some of my power.'
'Now I can distort time and space, too. I am a God, with the power to shape the universe. We will rule over everything. You are nothing.' Flip raised his hand, 'I can see every atom of your existence, and I divide them.' Isino started to break away into nothingness
'No! Don't do this!' Isino said,
'You are the only obstacle to my take-over. You must be destroyed.' Qwerty laughed...

[flippinell]

Flip turned round and grinned at Qwerty.
"Wait you imbued me with some of your power as well? So that's why I can do this." He took out a small obsidian dagger from the recesses of his coat and made a slashing motion across the palm of his hand. No blood was spilt. "Look at your hand, Qwerty. Your right hand." Qwerty frowned and looked at the palm of his pale hand, blood was spurting out of it like a small stream.
"Wha-? How?" the docotor gibbered as he was transfixed by the wound.
"Now that would be telling, you work it out. All you have to know is that it's old magic and it will keep you bound to my word. The word of The Trickster and Lie Smith. The word of a God." Flip raised a dismissive hand "Send out your army to cleanse the world and you shall have the reward promised to you."

[Shalashaska]

Isino felt a horrible feeling. The feeling of nothing.
"Qwerty!" He roared.
He couldn't hear anything, and all he could see was the figure of Qwerty looking at his hand with wide eyes.
Then Isino appeared in a place. A place o nothing. All around him was nothing, and it wasn't black. It wasn't any colour, it was simply...nothing.
"Get me out!" He roared. His brain couldn't take this much longer.....

[Mister Qwerty]

'Isino won't be bothering us for a while.' Qwerty said, 'anyway,' he turned to face the army, 'today is our day. We will rise up and crush all who defy us!' The army prepared their time rifles,
'What weapons are those?' Flip inquired,
'They're specially designed time rifles, I made them.' Qwerty said, with a slight air of smugness
'Yeah, but what do they do?'
'They fire a concentrated beam of pure time and completely decimate the target.' Qwerty smiled, 'right then, get ready.' The army turned and walked into the teleport in squadrons, 'they're invading every corner of the universe. Want to see?'
'Ok.' Flip replied
'Establish visual contact!'
'Visual contact established,' came the reply, the screen switched on, showing people running, being reduced to dust, and then the screen switched, Fruitbat was hung up, in chains to a cold brick wall, being used for target practice. He was first injected with Qwerty's genetic code, to make him immortal, and was then shot at, with a combination of traditional firearms, projectiles, and the time rifles,
'The universe is falling apart, and we shall be it's rulers...'

[Shalashaska]

Isino looked around.
Two figures appeared.
"Ka'tesk? Barth? What the hell are you doing here?"
One of the figures sat down, a chair appearing under him.
"Well, old boy, we heard you were a bit hurt, and we thought we'd come help." said the man called Barth.
The other, Ka'tesk, was slightly hunched over, with long, untidy hair covering his face.
"Isino." his voice was low and rasping. "I'm not one to mince words, but as you know, we work for the Gods, but we have no ties. I'm sorry, but we have been hired by the highest bidder. Luza."
"I hate when you do that, Tesk. Isino's a good man, don't be that brutal."
"It's Ka'tesk, brother, and we are going to kill him. It doesn't matter."
They both turned to him. Ka'tesk drew twon slim daggers and held them in his hands, bending backwards. Barth held his cane up in front of him, and started spinning it, muttering.
An aura surrounded Ka'tesk, who tensed himself, eyes closed.
Isino stooped slightly and put his hands on his revolvers. Drawing his dagger out of his sheath, he took out a revolver and held them. This wouldn't be easy.
Ka'tesk jumped forward, and suddenley multiplied. Isino got his shot in, but killed a fake.
He grabbed his stick and whirled it, knocking back the 5 remaining Ka'tesks.
"You can't beat 5 of me, Isino. Just give up."
A savage battle ensued, and it came to a standstill after 10 minutes of brutal fighting.
Isino was on one knee, resting, having killed another fake.
He stood up, and looked at what he knew was the real Ka'tesk.
"Finish the job, Tesk."
The Ka'tesks began to walka round him, talking at the same time.
"Isino, you know my name is now Ka'tesk. You know I earned that title for 1000 years of complete deprivation of the neccessities of life, while training.
Then I come to the tournament of the Gods, and am beaten by a 20 year old?
You. Just because you are a demi-god, and you have the luck of....
For your ignorance, you are about to die. I was going to bring you to Luza, but you changed my mind."
Isino chuckled.
"I bet you were. Come get some."
This was all a guise. Isino was fearful. He could die here.
The four jumped, and.....
Everything went blank, and then....
A flash of light, and flash of dark.
The 4 Ka'tesks were thrown away, and 3 disappeared.
Isino's eyes were black, his hair was black, and his clothes were black. All pitch black. His skin had turned red, and he was twirling his revolvers.
He walked over, and fired a shot, killing Ka'tesk.
Barth had stopped and was watching as Isino walked over and punched him in the face.
"You shall die for your betrayal." his voice was layered and thick, and he held a revolver at Barth.
Barth was looking up at him, pleading, but seemingly facing his faith.
Isino's finger tightened, but then softened.
"No....no...get out of my mind." a voice said. Isino's original voice.
"But you will have power..." the other one said.
"No...he is good...stop, or..."
Isino raised his gun to his head, quivered slightly, then dropped his arm.
His skin turned back, his hair to brown, and his clothes back to normal.
He offered a hand to Barth.
"You owe me your life Barth. For this, get me out of here and help me in this war."
Barth nodded.
"I will, old boy."
They both disappeared.
Far away Flip looked at Qwerty.
"I just had a feeling. I'd watch myself if I was you."

Big post...everyone else follow suit.

[doctor_fruitbat]

In a small workshop deep in the underground complex, the doctor works feverishly at a small workbench, his face illuminated by the lamplight and welding sparks glittering off the sweat on his face. He holds up the melted, charred lump that was once the ring. Perhaps I should have used a smaller flame, he thinks. He removes a series of hand-drawn instructions from his coat and peers at them. Oh, right, that's meant to be a soldering iron. Bollocks.

Flopping off his chair and into the corner, he sighs mournfully and whistles a few snatches of music as the sounds of distant yells and moaning get slowly nearer. He twitches slightly, and with a groan he removes his belt and unbuttons his flies; they always get ripped otherwise, and I've yet to discover a shop that stocks the amazing stretching underpants of Apache Chief.

He spasms violently and is hurled across the room, knocking the breath out of his lungs as his muscles tear and expand, ripping through his shirt. A hoarse, feral laughter fills his mind, unheard outside his own cranium, and his head begins to swim as two points tear from his shoulders and through a pair of carefully sewn velcro strips on the back of his lab coat; as they unfurl and wrap around him, he feels an inhuman might flood his rapidly changing body; hair grows, teeth lengthen, and his last thought before blacking out is of an insatiable and utterly incomprehensible lust for bananas...

[Mister Qwerty]

'I will speak on all wavelengths.' Qwerty told Flip, and teleported himself to a news station, reconfigured the camera equipment (and, just for fun, turning the anchorman and camera crew into pineapples) so he could speak to the universe.
'You will surrender yourself unto me. If you don't, you will be destroyed. Be warned, you cannot win.' He teleported himself back and saw Flip looking out of a window, Qwerty walked up and saw carnage, buildings burning, the occasional flash of orange light as another person was reduced to dust
'They won't surrender.' Flip said,
'So I see...' Qwerty replied,
'The army is being overpowered.'
'I know...'
'Is there anything I can do?'
'No. I'll take care of this.' Qwerty created a balcony and stepped out onto it, surveying the world, extending his right arm, he began to shape the fabric of reality, buildings were destroyed, people exploded, the body count grew, 'I will filter this world, the first of all worlds, and the army shall rise, on this, the day of ascension...'

[flippinell]

Flip sighed impatiently as he looked out upon the scene in front of him.
"Qwerty, you carry on with this damn massacre for now. I've got some buisness to do involving an old friend of mine." Qwerty grunted, clearly keeping his attention on the ruins of the world. Grinning wickedly as an artic mist hid his form from the world.

He reappeared on a hill in the middle of a suprisingly familiar moor. He'd seen this before, within the mind of his former twin, but this was real. He could hear the voices of a thousand spirits whispering upon the wind and the grey grass underneath his feet was almost breathing.
"Hey Isino, get your arse here now!" Flip shouted out to the air "I've got a bone to pick with you!" With that challenge issued Flip sat upon the ground and listened to what answers the wind had to give.

[Mister Qwerty]

The earth was filtered, he teleported to the next world, appearing in a street, the human-esque species pointed at him,
'There he is!' One screamed, angrily, the angry mob ran up to him wielding chainsaws, firearms, one even had a cannon, they got within 5 feet of him, and Qwerty raised his hand, the entire mob stopped and started to levitate
'What the hell?' One said, they were raised higher,
'And...release!' Qwerty said, and the mob were purged from themselves...

[Shalashaska]

Isino stopped in nothing, with Barth beside him, muttering.
"Barth, bring me to where there is a man called Flip. Don't show up yourself, wait here. If I'm not back in half an hour I'm probabley not coming back,s o go on to the battle."
Barth nodded and Isino disappeared, rappearing several paces away from Flip.
"You called?" he said.

[flippinell]

Flip looked up absentmindedly at the approaching figure of Isino.
"Nice place you got here mate," he said rather loudly. "I've always wanted something like this, maybe a mountain top or something, but what did I get?" Isino stared coldly at Flip and took his hat off.
"You were banished for a reason, you took sides."
"I did the right thing!" Flip screamed "Do you know what it's like to wake up every so often to find your back in another fucking shit hole of a mind?" He got up off the ground and clicked his fingers. A small blue flame appeared upon his finger. "You've always basked in the heat of our fathers haven't you, brother? Well time to indulge in the heat of another, closer to home being." With that quip he flicked the flame onto the grass which became the begginings of a merry blaze. "Say goodbye to your merry little moor."

[doctor_fruitbat]

Deep underground, a single zombie manages to wander in an ungainly fashion away from its comrades, bumping gently off the walls in a hopeful manner towards the source of a low scratching sound eminating from somewhere inside the maze of corridors. The gentle scritch-scratch becomes louder, turning subtly but slowly into a grinding, crunching noise, as of something large and pissed off tearing chunks out of the concrete as it advances. As the undead accountant, known in life only as Terrence, ambles along happily, the pair of double doors before him explode; a rain of plywood and broken glass showers over him, outlining a dim figure that fills the doorway.

The monstrous terror looks down its snout at the zombie, unbridled rage radiating from the toothy snarl on its lips and the yellow glare of its eyes; a pure white lab coat is draped over its body, and a pair of leather-bound wings unfurl in glorious majesty. A brief flicker of what almost passes for thought creeps into the zombie's rotting brain, and it has but a moment to realise that perhaps it's in a spot of bother here before its head is punched clean off and bounces into the corner with a small, sad sound. The monster huffs irritatedly as it storms away, and the still air is rent by the cry of the beast: "I am so fucking pissed right now."

[Shalashaska]

Isino stared Flip in the eyes.
"What...what the hell do you think you're doing?"
Isino strode forward and clicked his fingers.
The moor continued to burn.
"Put it out Flip, or I'll be really pissed. You seriously haven't seen anything until you see a god on the edge. I will rend your soul in two, and then-"
Isino stopped suddenly, and squinted at Flip.
"You....you're eyes...they're......what have you done to yourself?"
Flip stepped back.
Isino took a step forward.
"Tell me, you jackass, before I beat it out of you."

[Mister Qwerty]

Qwerty was manipulating their souls, but suddenly felt that something was wrong, he teleported to the spot where Isino was encountering Flip, Flip's eyes briefly met Qwerty's and looked back at Isino, who instinctively turned,
'Qwerty.'
'Isino. Nice time fire, Flip.' Flip smiled
'Does this moor hold any particular significance?' Qwerty asked
'Yes. As a matter of fact, it does.'
'There's no need to bore me with the reason, I assure you.' Qwerty raised his hand and increased the size of the fire,
'You bastard...' Isino said, and proceeded to run at Qwerty, he hit a shield and bounced back, landing at Flip's feet, staring up into Flip's eyes, he saw a mass of yellow gas, Flip raised his arm and Isino stood,
'What the hell?...'
'You will be destroyed...I'm inside the very fabric of your existence...I can manipulate you to do anything...'

[Shalashaska]

"Qwerty, you don't no what you're dealing with, you have to-"
"Silence!" Qwerty said, and closed his eyes.
Suddenley a man with a grey beard and crimson robe appeared.
"Have you not learned yet, Qwerty? That you have a role in this world, and it must be followed? I suggest you do not kill the son of a God, for that may anger him. The only reason that the Gods haven't decided to do this themselves is that if they were, the world would be destroyed. If you kill Isino, this is what will happen. My brother will not be pleased if you doom the Earth, and all of your status willb e taken away from you."
The old man smiled faintly.
"Go on. Do it. I dare you."

[Mister Qwerty]

'I accept,' Qwerty said with a smile, he turned to Flip and narrowed his eyes, he instantly stood straight
'My puppet...' Qwerty said
'Qwerty...' Isino said, but Flip turned, blank time-infused eyes staring directly at Isino, and spoke, his voice horribly distorted,
'I will kill you myself...I have all the power in the universe, no-one can stop me...' Qwerty smiled at Isino, and pretended to dance invisible puppet strings, the Flip turned,
'Not even Qwerty.' Qwerty was thrown back, landing in a crumpled pile on the floor, 'you will stand!' Flip raised his arm and Qwerty levitated to Flip.
'What are you doing?' Qwerty said, breaking free of the telekinetic bond,
'I will rule this universe myself. You will be destroyed.'
'I have an entire army. What do you have?'
'The army is not yours.'
'What?'
'The army is not yours. You went to the future and took an army. It was mine.' Qwerty took a step back, 'and then you made the mistake of giving me your power.' Flip raised a ball of Time. 'You will fall...and I shall rise...the only survivor...'

[Shalashaska]

Isino staggered weakly to his feet.
"Flip, don't, we all have a role. If you kill Qwerty the same thing will happen as if I was killed. You'll doom us all. You selfish bastards. Those demons are winning that war, and if we don't hold them off until Jralath comes with his soldiers none of this is gonig to matter. Sort out your differences, but no God damn killing."
Isino looked at both of them.

[doctor_fruitbat]

The doctor stoops to pick up the cube, its edges glittering like the disco ball of the gods. The undead are unsurprisingly absent; no soldiers or researchers either, but who knows where they got to. Resourceful bunch they are; perhaps their daring escape will come to light some day, in some sort of exciting text-based adventure perhaps. The doctor stares up at the gun, now burned out entirely; it doesn't look like any solution to his current woes will be forthcoming any time soon.

He inspects the lift shaft, now free of zombies but very much in need of a screwdriver before it'll be operational again. The top of the elevator gives up in its half-hearted struggle to remain in one piece, and peels backwards as the doctor shoves his way through. Light spills in at the top of the shaft, but there is precious little room to take flight. Growled profanities and the thud of cranium connecting to wall echo repeatedly through the now deserted lab.

[flippinell]

"I honestly don't give a sod," Flip smiled grimly. "But maybe this should wait for now. Isino, will you do the pleasures of getting him the Hells out of here," Isino looked quizedly at Flip "I would do it but you know, my purpose has changed so much over the last hours and I ain't what I was." Isino sighed and snapped his fingers, Qwerty dissapeared into realms unknown.
"Good, now where were we?" Flip grinned and the flames spread across the moor once again. "I believe in reincarnation, so maybe this world will be reborn in my image."

[Shalashaska]

Isino sighed and took his stick from his back.
"Well, if you really need to do this, I'll give you a run for your money. You're not stupid enough to kill me, but we'll probabley rough eachother up a bit."
Isino bent down slightly, stick held in both hands.
"Show me what you got!"

Who should win? The winner will get "mad creds", I suppose. Want a game of funkypool? I'm really bored and sick.

[Mister Qwerty]

Qwerty awoke in a mental realm, surrounded by nothing, no time, no space, no matter.
'You can't get rid of me that easily...' Qwerty said, angrily and teleported into the middle of the fray, just as Isino struck and Flip sent out an outwards blast of telekinesis, Qwerty backflipped, dodged both attacks, and took control of the minds of the army, who immediately opened fire on the scene, Isino whirled his stick round, deflecting the bullets back, Qwerty slowed down time, manufactured a sword out of thin air, and started fighting Flip, who had done the same, Flip broke through Qwerty's guard, and spun, slicing Qwerty across the neck, removing his jugualr vein and decapitating him completely. A yellow miasma then possesed Isino,
'You think you can kill me?' Qwerty's head levitated and landed back on his shoulders,
'Your move...'

[doctor_fruitbat]

The doctor sits on a cardboard box, which has buckled under his weight, eyeing the screwdriver suspiciously and drumming irritably on his leg. Quite how Hank McCoy stays so calm is beyond me, as he can't be any more dexterous with his big, furry fuck