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| Kamidio | Jun 15 2012, 02:21 AM Post #1 |
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The Game Master of the SSU:NC
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I honestly thought today was going to be an ordinary day. How wrong I was. First, the stars in the sky faded away, one by one. Then there were the bombing runs in Alabama. Apparently, ghostly Nazi war planes had somehow managed to reanimate for more attacks on the Allies. Not to mention that when I went online to find out what was happening, several news sites were claiming that it wasn't just here. Ghosts, ghosts everywhere. The Mexicans were being attacked by Aztec specters, Northern Ireland was being attacked by undead potato farmers, aliens were being spotted over Washington and Siberia, Neanderthals were seen hunting mammoths in France, and vikings were sinking Somalian pirate ships. There was even an address by our President... Reagan. All he said while on TV was how he knew this would happen, and how he was right all along. To be fair, the speech was directed at the older generation of War Hawks, and not at the younger generations. I agreed with him. Even if he was a zombie. But none of that was what I would consider weird, compared to the one thing that did scare me. You know how a problem isn't a problem until it has effects on you? This is one of those situations. See, after looking at all the news websites, I went to my nice little patch of heaven I call my website. It's a nice-sized forum. The members tend to be good people from around the world, and though I would probably joke about it, I honestly wouldn't wish them any serious harm in these crazy times. But that's what scared me. Not a single soul was online. Not one. None of the mods, not even the guests were online. It was eerie. For a site normally so full to suddenly become a ghost forum, it was just plain wrong. It'd come to my mind that maybe, just maybe, everyone who used the site had been seriously injured, or even killed in all the chaos. My members. My virtual family, could be dead or dying, and I have no way of helping them. Then, a beacon of hope came to me. As I refreshed the page, there was a new member. But instead of having an italicized name, their name was a deep black, with bold applied to it. There were static-like blocks on either side of the lone letter. It simply read ''M'. I refreshed again. There was something in the shout box now. 'M:You're worried, aren't you? I replied immediately. Parasky: Yeah, why wouldn't I be? This is my website, after all. Low traffic would be bad news for me. 'M: I can see right through you. It's not the site you're worried about, it's your members. Your friends. This guy was officially creepy, but knowing that weirder things have happened today, I decided it wasn't too far of a stretch for some internet weirdo to be able to tell I was lying. 'M: You want to help them, don't you? If you step outside, I can help you save your friends from 'them'. Parasky: Who's them? Why should I believe you, some crazy person I just met on the internet? 'M: Because deep down, you'll take any chance to save them, out of the basic altruism all you humans show for one another. Inside that head of yours, a little voice is telling you to step outside. And it's growing. You can't stop the voice. Go, step outside and help them. Parasky: Fine. I reluctantly decided that if the world was falling apart, then I might as well indulge a crazy person. Getting out of my chair and pushing it in under my desk, I made for the nearest door that lead outside. As I opened it, instead of being greeted by a view of my lawn, I fell into an empty white space. Multicolored lightning shot out of the area where I assumed my computer was in this empty white space, and everything went black as I faded out of consciousness. When I came to, I was no longer in the vast white void. Instead, all around me was a land right out of a steampunk convention. Most notably, the world no longer looked like it did normally for me. Instead, everything looked like it was painted with oil paints. People had exaggerated physiques, right out of a cartoon. Pulling myself up and dusting my pants clean, I could tell I was on an airship. I also noticed that I seemed to still look like I did when I left, minus some dirt stains that looked air-brushed on. Looking around, I noticed someone wearing a long, flowing cape with wavy blond hair. His clothes looked like they were made for royalty. I'll admit, the guy looked like a pompous ass. But he, being the cleanest person on this steampunk ship, was clearly in charge. He hadn't noticed me yet, so with the advantage of surprise, I sneaked up behind him, and poked him in the shoulder. "What is it that you want, sailor? Can't you see that I'm busy trying to find a path that will lead us away from the Germans?" "Germans? What is this, the Second Great War?" "As a matter of fact, yes. I swear, why did Her Majesty Queen Victoria allow Americans to serve with the Royal Privateers. They're all so dreadfully dull." "Hey, who ya callin' dumb?" "You, obviously. Now shoo." The blonde man turned to face me. Now that I could see his face, I could say one thing. He was one of those pretty boys. He had blue eyes and a round face. Kinda like something you'd see in some kind of fantasy. Fitting, considering he was apparently the captain of a steampunk skyship. His oil-painted eyes locked with mine. "You aren't one of my men. Who the hell are you, how have you boarded my ship mid-flight, and why do you look so blasted bizarre?" I thought about giving my real name, but I realized that might not be wise, seeing as this was clearly a different world. There was also how I got here. I had no idea, other than 'freaky computer magic'. so I decided to go the quick route. "I'm bizarre? Look in the mirror, paint boy. By the way, name's Parasky." The blonde man looked at me pensively. Then, he extended a hand to me in order to initiate the handshake. His expression softened. "Hello, Parasky. I honestly expected you'd be more, more..." The man clearly recognized the name. How he did, I was soon to find out. "Oil painty? From your world?" "Well, if you put it that way, yes. Shouldn't you be in Kansas?" He paused before a shocked expression took over his features. "How rude of me! You won't recognize me because I never show my face on the forum, but you might recognize the name of this vessel." I turned to where the blonde man had pointed at a metal plate bolted to the wood in front of the wheel. It was adorned with images of a various sharks. They all had one thing in common. The were mackerel sharks. Lamnidae. In one corner, next to a pair of sharks, the word 'Lamna' was there in stylized text. I looked from the plate to the man, and then back again. I don't know how long I stared, but I know one thing. I knew at least one of my staff was alive. "Lamna!" I grabbed him and pulled him into a quick man-hug. "It is odd to hear that name after so long." I broke the hug. "What do you mean 'after so long'?" "Speculative Evolution went down about eight years ago. I never got why, but I just moved on. Eventually the war broke out, and I joined the Royal Privateers. I haven't heard from anyone except Holben, who serves as my second-in-command here on the ship." He snapped his fingers and a clockwork robot came running up to the wheel. "Holben." "Yes, sir?" "Tell me what you can about this man." The robot leaned in, taking me in with its glass-pane eyes. "He does not seem to be normal. I suggest birth defect." "Incorrect. This is Parasky. Surely you remember Speculative Evolution?" Lamna took the Holben's hand and put it against mine. I'll admit, Lamna's silk gloves were amazing to feel. Even if it looked like paint. Holben's hand however, was like shaking hands with a bunch of welded metal. As the forced hand shake with Holben broke off, I looked him dead on. "I knew it. You were a robot the entire time." Holben shrugged. "It was kind of obvious if you think about it." And he was right. It was incredibly obvious. "So you two have never met the others? Ever?" Lamna shook his head solemnly. "None of them. If you're clearly not from our world, then the others might each come from their own worlds." Holben picked up on the thought. "It might mean Speculative Evolution was some form of portal. Not sure how or why though." That piqued my interest. "Wait, if you're from a world in Steampunk World War II, then how the hell do you have internet?" Lamna shrugged. "I don't know all the details, but I'm sure someone from the old site would've said 'Magic'." "You mean Fakey?" "Who?" "Fakey, you know the goo-" BOOOOM "Sir, a German U-Flyer off the port bow!" Lamna, with quickness I would never have expected, took to the wheel and turned it so fast the ship did a barrel roll. I saw the landscape below for the first time. It was a nearly obliterated London. Air ships were duking it out with what resembled U-boats, if they were made from bronze and brass and spewed black smoke. "Men! To arms! Give it your best, Her Majesty's safety is riding on our victory! Ready the guns! Prepare to board!" As Lamna gave out commands rapid fire, each one was being carried out as he named off the next task. I was inspiring to see him commanding his sailors with such efficiency. The guns turned and fired steel harpoons at the U-Flyer, reeling it in and taking out its engine in the process. The sailors all boarded the aerial death machine. Lamna's expression was one of steel. His ocean-like blue eyes seemed to rage, his blonde hair flowing behind him in a ponytail as he donned his tricorne. He was like a conductor, and his sailors where his orchestra. Holben stood in the crow's nest, hooking his hands into some form of giant turret. I watched as the sailors who entered the Nazi warship were driven out by men in warsuits that looked like they were made of gears. One of them picked up a sailor and squeezed until his bones were powder, throwing his corpse into his crew mates. "They've got Panzers! Holben! Open fire!" Holben nodded resolutely as the giant turret rotated to face the enemy. The sides on the guns read 'Spitfire'. The turrets let out loud crashes of sound as they shot balls of molten slag at the Panzers, welding the metal armor to their own ship, and even their own armor, immobilizing them. Lamna signaled for more slag to rain down upon the airborne spine of the Wehrmacht. I could hear the pained screams of the Nazis as the heat of the melted metal flowed into their life-support apparatuses, sealing them like anchovies. As the threat was dispatched, the sailors once more laid siege upon the warship, coming back with stolen guns and weapons. The harpoons retracted at an incredibly fast pace, ripping free of the U-Flyer and sending it crashing to the ground. I continued to look at Lamna. If he was doing fine and lived in an entirely different world, then maybe the others were fine too. Still, that 'M guy wouldn't have sent me here if they didn't need saving. My thoughts were broken as Lamna snapped his finger in front of me. "What?" "I asked if you would like to join Holben and I in my quarters for dinner." "Sure. I'd love to." "Go wash up then. Holben will lead you to the washrooms." Lamna snapped his fingers before turning back to the wheel, Holben jumping down from the turret and signalling for me to follow. Today was clearly no ordinary day, but instead, the beginning of the biggest adventure in my life. Edited by Kamidio, Jun 15 2012, 12:50 PM.
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| bloom_boi | Jun 16 2012, 04:10 AM Post #31 |
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What The?
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Neither do I. But I still know what that fucking thing is D:< |
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"You shall perish, whatever you do! If you are taken with arms in your hands, death! If you beg for mercy, death! Whichever way you turn, right, left, back, forward, up, down, death! You are not merely outside the law, you are outside humanity. Neither age nor sex shall save you and yours. You shall die, but first you shall taste the agony of your wife, your sister, your sons and daughters, even those in the cradle! Before your eyes the wounded man shall be taken out of the ambulance and hacked with bayonets or knocked down with the butt end of a rifle. He shall be dragged living by his broken leg or bleeding arm and flung like a suffering, groaning bundle of refuse into the gutter. Death! Death! Death!" | |
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| trex841 | Jun 16 2012, 08:13 AM Post #32 |
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Not anymore Dial. The latest games have changed that. |
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| Kamidio | Jun 16 2012, 02:19 PM Post #33 |
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Team Plasma was made up of idiot being brainwashed by Magnificent Bastard Ghetsis. |
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| trex841 | Jun 21 2012, 11:25 AM Post #34 |
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*one week later* ...um...any problems there, Fakey? |
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| Kamidio | Jun 21 2012, 11:30 AM Post #35 |
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I got a serious case of lazy-itis. |
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| bloom_boi | Jun 22 2012, 02:23 PM Post #36 |
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Luckily, there's a cure for that |
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"You shall perish, whatever you do! If you are taken with arms in your hands, death! If you beg for mercy, death! Whichever way you turn, right, left, back, forward, up, down, death! You are not merely outside the law, you are outside humanity. Neither age nor sex shall save you and yours. You shall die, but first you shall taste the agony of your wife, your sister, your sons and daughters, even those in the cradle! Before your eyes the wounded man shall be taken out of the ambulance and hacked with bayonets or knocked down with the butt end of a rifle. He shall be dragged living by his broken leg or bleeding arm and flung like a suffering, groaning bundle of refuse into the gutter. Death! Death! Death!" | |
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| Kamidio | Jun 22 2012, 03:36 PM Post #37 |
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The doctors found it too late. It is in an advanced state and has spread to my brain. |
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| seascorpion | Jun 22 2012, 05:00 PM Post #38 |
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Why Can't I Hold All These Mongols?
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Is this dead or is it still on? |
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| Kamidio | Jun 22 2012, 05:07 PM Post #39 |
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Still on. I'm just lazy. |
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| trex841 | Jun 22 2012, 05:13 PM Post #40 |
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And yet you said you did the SSU2 pics out of boredom. Just saying. |
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| Kamidio | Jun 22 2012, 05:32 PM Post #41 |
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My muse goes where it wishes. I am helpless without it, so I must follow it. |
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| Kamidio | Jul 5 2012, 10:35 PM Post #42 |
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PROLOGUE 2 As I finished washing up, I was led by Holben into the captain's quarters, where a table covered in various foods sat. The room had several bookshelves and maps, with paintings of Lamnidae sharks covering the empty spaces left behind. Lamna sat at the end of the table, waiting patiently in what looked like the Gendo pose. He gestured to one of the free seats and began the conversation for me. "So if you're from a different world, then how did you get here?" Lamna's face had an eyebrow quirked in curiosity, his mouth opening a second time in order to take in a forkful of steak. As I thought over my answer, I saw a shape in the corner, sitting near a bookshelf. It looked like a computer monitor with a brass shell and loops of metal, so I voiced my observations, seeing as a computer was part of the answer. I raised my arm and pointed. "Is that what I think it is?" "If you mean 'is that computer?' then yes, it is. Why do you ask?" "Then I think you have your answer. Try logging into Spec." Lamna looked at me like I was an imbecile. "Just do it." Lamna complied, albeit irritated that I would ask him to go to a website he thought he knew was down. So when I saw the look of surprise on his face when the green tones of Estuary greeted him, I smirked. He entered in his username and password, which he'd managed to remember after years of disuse. As he scrolled up and down, I noticed that my previous conversation with that 'M guy had vanished. In its place was a message from the same guy. 'M: Hello there Lamna, I see you and Holben have been found safe by Parasky. Lamna replied quickly. Lamna: Who is this, and how do you know that Parasky is with me? 'M: Who I am isn't important. As for how I know? I can see you both clearly. Don't bother looking for me. I'm invisible. Lamna: What do you want? 'M I want Parasky to snap his fingers. Lamna looked to me, eyebrows furrowed. "I might as well indulge him again." I sighed and did as I was told. A bright white light flashed and blinded us all for a moment. When it faded, we were all still in the same room, however, the screen had different words on it. 'M: To save one more, to the north you must sail. Tick tock goes the clock, Parasky, so for your own good, you'd better not fail. The screen blacked out and the computer shut down. Lamna looked around. While I hadn't noticed anything odd, he seemed to. "Why can't I hear my men?" Lamna rushed out of the room, toppling his chair over as he slammed the door open. Like an idiot, I followed him outside, into a chaotic nothingness. Around the ship were several metal bars holding it in place. On either side of the cage, similar cages with other vehicles and people on them floated in the voids. Holben followed me out, and looked at a nearby mecha. Sitting on its shoulders was a shifting mass of black smoke and a man with a dinosaur head. Sitting near them was a lion, looking rather chill. On a star destroyer, I could see whole bunch of other people. A cackle echoed in the void. "You people are incredibly easy to manipulate! You're probably wondering who I am, aren't you?" The smoke shifted. "YOU'RE CLEARLY THIS M' GUY WHO TOLD ME TO FIND DIAL AND SEASCORP! SO I DID, AND NOW I'M HERE." For a shapeless mass, this thing was louder than the disembodied voice, which was saying something. I couldn't tell who this was, but I have a feeling this might've been Fakey. "JUST WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE!?" Yup, totally Fakey. "I am what I said I was. M'. Clearly, you are not familiar with this place. All around you, is me." The raptor man raised a clawed hand. "Yes?" "So what you're saying is, we're inside you?" "Yes. Wh-" M' was cut off by the laughter of everyone present. Even the robotic Holben found humor in it. "Oh haha, very funny. Just for that, I'll corrupt you three first." A great grey tentacle shot out of the darkness, impaling the lon and the raptor. Fakey merely shifted around it. "YOU CAN NOT IMPALE ME, MAGGOT! YOU TENTACLES ARE A SIGNING CHECKS THAT YOUR ASS CAN'T CAS- OWWW MY SPIIINE!" "Shut up. Now bend to my will, and serve me as my slaves!" "Yes, sir." "GO TO HE- MY EYES!!!" "Righto." Fakey took a while to convert, but a few broken body parts that he didn't even have later, and he was like a lap dog made of smoke. Soon, everyone present had been converted, and a few of them I managed to recognize. The most obvious being a towering coconut/pterosaur hybrid, which was clearly John Faa. "Now, Parasky, join me freely, or I shall convert you by sheer force." "How about, no?" "Wrong answer." Tentacles shot from the void. And everything went black. Edited by Kamidio, Jul 5 2012, 10:46 PM.
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| seascorpion | Jul 6 2012, 12:18 AM Post #43 |
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Why Can't I Hold All These Mongols?
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| Kamidio | Jul 6 2012, 12:19 AM Post #44 |
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BET YOU DIDN'T SEE THAT ONE COMING, DID YOU? |
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| bloom_boi | Jul 6 2012, 06:13 AM Post #45 |
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Awesome, but I did see it coming. Because of you. |
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"You shall perish, whatever you do! If you are taken with arms in your hands, death! If you beg for mercy, death! Whichever way you turn, right, left, back, forward, up, down, death! You are not merely outside the law, you are outside humanity. Neither age nor sex shall save you and yours. You shall die, but first you shall taste the agony of your wife, your sister, your sons and daughters, even those in the cradle! Before your eyes the wounded man shall be taken out of the ambulance and hacked with bayonets or knocked down with the butt end of a rifle. He shall be dragged living by his broken leg or bleeding arm and flung like a suffering, groaning bundle of refuse into the gutter. Death! Death! Death!" | |
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