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Post by Kristi is prescribed skeletons on Jun 22, 2013 21:29:06 GMT -8
(And now gather 'round, children. It's time for another Kristi Says!
I originally imagined Sam as African-American but I wanted to let someone else flesh out his ethnicity. The fact Indea had him as dark skinned right off is neat o since that fits!
Woohoo. More opportunities to use my ideas ahead.)
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Post by HorrorBoy Wrangler on Jun 26, 2013 1:02:05 GMT -8
(So we can remember on this page - Sam<uel> is dark-skinned, Johnny is oriental, and Ricky is a Ricardo.)
"NOOO!," Samuel exclaimed, shocked at the scene before him. The symbols of fecundity - of new life, here at the expense of the old - were as nauseating as they were overpowering. The nymphs tried to pupate instantly, but he crushed the loathsome things before they could grow wings. "I don't think... we can do anything for Ricky."
Johnny looked at the formerly handsome man, fallen, mutilated. He clutched his head and tried to will himself out of this nightmare. The cyclopean city loomed around them, swaying gently on a firmament of congealed madness.
Ricky was passed out, and seemed to be bleeding to death. Samuel shook his head, took Johnny by the arm, and abandoned him there.
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Post by Kristi is prescribed skeletons on Jun 26, 2013 7:05:12 GMT -8
Things didn't seem like they could get worse.
But Then!
All around the buildings creaked and moaned, their beams and walls bending outwards until the structures could take no more. Out from them burst the enormous geckos with hungry, hungry eyes.
"You can't have him!" Samuel cried while John and he shielded their dying friend. The lizards rushed towards them and it looked like the end... but then they stopped. "What are they waiting for?" Johnny asks veeeeeeerryy quietly.
The answer became clear once the buzzing of an enormous insect whirred in their ears. A nymph that had not long ago hatched from one of the many deceased was now fully matured. As it flew overhead they could see it was approximately the size of a cab.
BAM! The bug was brought down by one eager gecko and now it's a feeding frenzy! Wings, legs, and body sections are fought over with tails whipping about and huge mouths smacking, crunching their prey messily. The trio scurry out of the way, Sam and Johnny helping Ricky to hobble with them.
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Post by Karl Random on Jun 27, 2013 21:32:10 GMT -8
Samuel knew he'd need to seize control over this dream, or they'd never make it out alive. He took the other men into a stout brick building, scarcely ahead of the tail of a terrific reptile.
The interior of the place was half-formed, as an ill considered idea. The dark timbers seemed held together by nothing more than imagination, the space beneath the floor a bottomless pit of perfect darkness. Ricardo nearly slipped off the edge into the abyss, but Johnny held him with a tenacity of the damned.
This demi-place, this ill-considered form was outside of the sight of the great scaly beasts, meaning they couldn't exert their Will upon it. Samuel tried to remember the power he hadn't used in thirteen years. His eyes went red and his nose began to bleed. The beams beneath his friends righted themselves, casting the men into more stable territory, and began to fall into place, interlock, and seal away the chasm of reality beneath.
"This is my house," he said.
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Jul 23, 2013 23:02:54 GMT -8
Everything looked as it should, the familiar rug, the comfy couch with his cushions nestled in it's corner. There was even the old framed photo of his parents on his side table. Samuel couldn't help but let the familiarity comfort him, it was almost too easy to forget the chaos outside them. The room seemed to fill with a warm glow and the group found themselves growing lethargic. Samuel forgot the blood seeping from his nose and the sharp pain in his eyes. His couch called to him and he suddenly found himself slumped into it's comfortable folds. Ricardo and Johnny too, were falling asleep in his reclining chairs. Eyelids fluttered, it became a battle to keep them open and they began to drift without any focus. The world was becoming a warm hazy blur...
They didn't notice the walls slowly becoming moist or the corners disappearing into curves.
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Post by Kristi is prescribed skeletons on Jul 25, 2013 3:46:37 GMT -8
Johnny and the bloody, weakening Ricky toppled onto a couch identical to Samuel's that sat against the adjacent wall. "As if it's gonna be that easy in a monster-y ghost town," Johnny mutters inaudibly to himself. Ricky's eyelids were heavy and he was exhausted from the pain, but the raw warmth from an old heater was comforting. He started to feel numb, which was actually a relief.
A droplet fell from the ceiling onto Johnny's forehead and he shudders from the shock. He looks up to notice the damp plaster's a tad crumbly and that there's water ("water"?) seeping in.
*Excuse me, gentlemen. The situation has gone awry.*
A voice crackles in from loud speakers that echoed throughout the entire town. As Sam sits up with a mighty jolt the room momentarily turns staticky before righting itself.
*Hello, Dr. Birkens. Or should I say "Sam"? Can you explain to me what on earth you're trying to do? Thanks to your interference the endangered Gekko ingentis has had its food supply halved! I am beginning to doubt your commitment to this project.*
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Oct 6, 2013 23:20:26 GMT -8
"I don't think you can blame me, you were a little sketchy on the details, mam. Are these creatures really so important to you?"
Sam/ Dr. Birkins raised an eyebrow, seeming to have snapped out of his previous lethargy. The walls seemed to contract and expand, their form flicking in and out of the appearance of Sam's house like a faulty TV. Water dripped on the three men in a steady trickle.
The other two began looking increasingly paranoid and stared in shock at the revelation of their companion's true identity. Dr. Birkens had a reputation of the infamous kind, most had thought him long dead. There had been horror films made in his honor and this was their only link to survival?
*Ah, D-drrrr. Biiirkinss...*
The hiss and crackle of the disembodied voice grew louder.
*One o-therr thi-g, we have had to cut t-e powerrr to the p-.......t...we're run- on generators al-...ourselves and I ..... you know what that means. Re-ember to keepp....*
The transmission was cut short with a loud hiss and the room began to dissolve, soggy bits of wall crumbling onto the street.
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Post by Kristi is prescribed skeletons on Oct 27, 2013 23:47:22 GMT -8
Johnny dived to clear Ricky from the path of incoming roof. This chunk of the building had turned into harmless, though tingly, static just long enough for a vertically challenged person to drag a recreational body builder out from harm's way.
In time all three musketeers had gotten away from the vanishing structure and had their feet back onto the clang-y aluminum from whence they came. "I was hoping we'd have a little more time to recover," says the man formerly known as Sam.
As things continued to crash behind them Johnny turned to the mad scientist and declared, his voice raised enough to be heard over the destruction, "Listen, you! Potential traitor, Evil Mastermind, or whatever you are, this does not mean I'm carrying Ricardo around only by myself now!"
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