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| Tweet Topic Started: Apr 16 2009, 12:22 PM (54 Views) | |
| Speels | Apr 16 2009, 12:22 PM Post #1 |
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The men sat huddled around the small campfire. Caves are great protection against the elements and animals but they are absolute shit for staying warm. Along the top of the cave runs a string of low powered lights. Judging by the amount of light, the string of lights runs deep into the cave. At the cave entrance, three guards stand ready and each armed with machine guns. The only access to the cave is through the canyon and every half mile another group of solders lay in wait to unleash a flurry of bullets should any government forces be foolish enough to try and storm the building. All along the way, the most advanced anti aircraft guns are perched and ready to bring down any one or any thing foolish enough to try and bomb their way in. A most impressive set up to be sure. Thus the reason for tonight's meeting back at the campfire inside the cave. The terrorist, I mean, insurgent leader Abdul Rahim Bashir, was planning on destroying a particularly difficult village tonight. Those damned idiot locals had managed to get their hands on some weapons. Oh yes, they are primitive and vastly outnumbered, however, Abdul knows first hand just what a man can do when defending his home and his family. He had lost over one hundred men the first time. He regrouped and stormed the village again the following month. Some of those little bastards and gone out and learned some martial arts. Between the primitive bullets and the raining down of KI blast, he had lost nearly everything. Four hundred men dead and at least another one hundred wounded. Abdul had considered reaching a peaceful arrangement with the villagers of Timbukfour. Then word came to his ears that a Martial Arts master with a rather sizable power level was in the area. Rumor has it for the right price, he will work for just about anybody. He looked at his second in command, a young man who only called himself The Butcher. He was tough as nails and more than just a little bit crazy. The only thing Abdul did not trust the man with was showering. Even out here an occasional shower is possible but Butch refused. He always said something about keeping away Karma or something. Hell if Abdul understood, he just knows what Butch can do in battle and frankly, that's all that matters to him. He then turned to the soldier whose task it would be to find this Martial Arts master and bring him back so that he may wreck his vengeance upon the villagers of Timbukfour. "Great leader, I humbly thank you for this task. I must, however confess my fears. The villagers did so much harm on just a basic level. This man you wish me to seek out is a master." "I have foreseen your fears. I am not angered. Kareem shall be joining you. He withstood several direct hits and yet he still stands. He can help you to return to me. However, understand this. Should you return without the Martial Arts master, I will string you up by your balls and let the buzzards of the air and the beast of the ground have their way with you. Understood?" "Y-yes oh great leader. I shall leave right away." With that the man fled out of the cave and into the night. Abdul only smirked as Butcher drooled. "Soon, I shall have my treasure" Abdul whispered as he stood to his feet and descended deeper into the catacombs. Butcher snored. The young soldier cursed and swore to himself. Tears rolled down his eyes and the fear started to overwhelm him. Even with Kareem, this Martial Arts master would destroy him he knew it. "I should have stayed in mom's basement. But nooooo, I had to protest the imperialist. One thousand virgins is not worth this!" The young terro...insurgent stopped dead in his tracks as the big ugly mug of Kareem peered down at him. The horrendous scars crisscrossed his face where unpleasant reminders of the last encounter of the Iron Claw versus the Villagers of Timbukfour. His left eye was badly damaged and thus his sight was less than perfect. His right ear looked like it had been give the Mike Tyson treatment, the upper portion was gone. He merely growled at Ravi. Oh, sorry, I had forgotten to tell you our young terr...damn it, insurgent's name. His last name is Ravi but nobody ever calls him by his first name. His first name you ask? It's Shannon. Shannon Ravi. Nobody can take a man named Shannon seriously. Thus they all call him Ravi. Any who, Kareem took the driver's seat. Clearly, Ravi was to be the navigator. This trip would now doubt be a very long one. This jeep is, was, and always will be a one hundred percent certified piece of junk. The engine roared to live, backfired once, and they were off like a herd of turtles. Kareem did not dare to put the hammer down. This poor jeep would shake, rattle, and fall apart before they even completed the first portion of their journey. Ravi looked down at the directions given to him by Abdul. The moment he saw their final destination he grew even more worried. This, this is an address for a campsite. Only one group of creatures lived in campsites such as the one described in Abdul's directions. For his own safety, Ravi decided it would be best to keep this last little piece of information to himself. If Kareem found out now, he very well may abandon the mission and return claiming the jeep exploded along with Ravi inside of it. No, it was best to just keep his yuppied mouth shut and ride along with Kareem to meet this Martial Arts master. Ravi closed his eyes and began to dream and remember better days. Days before his college professors had filed his mind with false claims and hatred. He was so young and naive. He actually thought men like Abdul Rahim Bashir were to be honored and respected for what they do and how they fight. God damn it what a fool he had been. It was far too late now. He was in deep and with no way out in sight. (1,058 words) |
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| Speels | Apr 16 2009, 03:29 PM Post #2 |
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The two insurgents bounced down the trail and Kareem glared over at Ravi. "This is a campsite." "Yes." "A Gremlin campsite." "I know. We are here to make a deal with them to get the Martial Arts master." "Making a deal with a pack of fucking Gremlins? This will end badly." "Not if you are here." "Oh, you bastard. I fucking hate Gremlins." "Relax big man. If the Gremlins proove to be our biggest problem, I will be happy. We are to bring back the Martial Arts master who is traveling with them." "...we are here." The two men stepped out of the jeep and looked around at the remnants of a campsite. Whatever or whomever had been living here was long gone now. The men inched forward to look around for some clue was to what may have happend to the martial arts master. The explosion knocked both men off their feet. Ravi was first to get his bearings and looked down at the pink ball of fluff looking back up at him. The maroon aura rolling over his body indicated he possessed strength. Looking more than a little confused, Ravi reached down and helped Kareem back to his feet. "Speels?" The pink fleshed Majin eyed the two humans as they tried to get back to their feet. He nodded his head. "We have come to seek your assistance. A village full of people has stolen something of great value from our leader and we wish to take it back." Speels looked bored and started to walk away. Ravi, per the instructions provided by Abdul, followed after the Majin. "We tried to take it back. We used guns because we knew they had guns but, Speels, sir, they cheated." Speels stopped dead in his tracks. Oh, God how he hated cheetorz. He turned back to Ravi as if to say, please continue. "When the fighting started, they fired not just bullets but KI energy blasts. We have no such masters in our unit. Many of our brothers were killed in the fighting. We have come to ask you to help us even out the sides. We are outnumbered but we feel with you by our side, we can make the wrong things right." Speels stood still for a moment, contemplating what to do. Finally, he shrugged and started walking to the jeep. He gets to the jeep and turns back to the two men who are still standing there, dumbfounded. Slightly annoyed, Speels waved his hand to tell the men he was ready to help them but in case you have not noticed, I can not reached the damn door handle and thus I can not get into this lovely little jeep you have here. A few hours later, the remaining army of the Iron Claw looked down on the village of Timbukfour. Speels could sense some small power levels in the village. Nothing too strong down there. He did see quite alot of people carrying guns and even an ancient tank. Speels wondered if it could actually turn. The thought of the tank be alive, active, and firing very, very big bullets never even occurred to him. The order was given and the men charged forward. Speels chilled in the back with his home boy Abdul Rahim Bashir. This is where the important ones waited while the fighting went down. Thus obviously why the Great Leader never did any fighting of his own. Abdul Rahim Bashir climbed up on his horses's back and charged forward with great zeal! Speels tucked his arms and legs in and set himself rolling down the hill. He built up a massive amount of speed before crashing through a stone wall the villagers had built in anticipation of another assault from the Iron Claw. Speels stood up...well, he tried. The whole rolling down the hill and crashing through a wall thing seemed like a great idea at the time but now, Speels was quite dizzy and his poor little head hurt. He stumbled around firing off random KI blast taking out whatever happend to be in their paths. The mighty blast of the large gun from the tank shook the very ground Speels walked on. He watched as dozens of Iron Claw soldiers were sent to meet King Yema. Speels liked the great King. He had given Speels a free grape soda before having someone hold Speels hand on the path to Hell. Speels was scarred but the hand holding and grape soda had certainly helped. Maybe, just maybe, someday Speels could ask King Yema to teach him how to use the infamous Yema Lock! Enough of that though, this tank needs to be dealt with. Shifting his body again, Speels formed himself into a saw blade and set himself buzzing through the down and cutting the tank in half. Sadly for Speels, he hit some of the stored ammo and the blast sent him sailing through the air. As Speels flew through the air he gave himself a palmface and formed himself into a donkey. Or a jackass for those out there who do not get the joke or watch Bugs Bunny cartoons. Speels screamed bloody murder as he started tumbling back to the Earth. Suddenly he was reminded of those movies he watched of airplanes avoiding anti aircraft fire. Providing his own sound effects, Speels started firing KI blast at anyone he saw using the attack. Speels used his own KI to allow himself to float in midair and rain down hellfire on those below him. He could see the villagers surrender and the Iron Claw start to celebrate their victory. Abdul Rahim Bashir was riding off into the sunset with something tucked up underneath his arm. Speels landed next to Ravi and Kareem who glanced at each other before Ravi turned to Speels. "Sorry, it is not personal but, hey, I am just evil. It's an excuse to do things complete out of storyline context and justify me trying to kill you." Speels shrugged not really at all surprised. I mean, it is not like he has not heard that exact same excuse and reasoning at other points in his life. But no worries, he would handle this one without much trouble. In fact, he will probably take a few things with him as tokens of his forthcoming victory. (1,060 words. Auto-Equip the jacket and I am selling of my current training vest to make room) |
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| Kuhn Kyojaku | Apr 16 2009, 04:43 PM Post #3 |
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Vegeta's Destroyer.
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| Challenging Speels, he must accept. | Kuhn's scouter led him straight to the pink blob. For quite some time though, Kuhn had thought something was wrong with the mechanical goggle. The small purple glass was constantly sprouting Speels on the display board, and immediately Kuhn ignored the subtle beeping sound. The changeling was sure that the majin had died on Konats. But on a whim, he decided to follow his scouter's direction. Low and behold, there was the gumball shaped life form, bouncing around without a care in the world. Kuhn couldn't believe it. The same wad of gum he had put down only weeks ago was back. There was no time for words. Obviously, Speels has back for some reason. Vengeance perhaps? Kuhn didn't care. If Speels was back, than Tundre had a chance too! The changeling was going to get information out of his one time comrade. Even if he had to beat it out of him. How fitting. Ending someone's life would probably be easier the second time around. Edited by Kuhn Kyojaku, Apr 16 2009, 05:17 PM.
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| Biito | Apr 17 2009, 05:12 PM Post #4 |
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7% Good. 93% Bad Ass.
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Speels [ Smell of Naplam: Complete] [ + 400 EXP // + 100 Zenni ] Reward(s): Smoke Grenade // Flak Jacket |
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