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I need all the help I can get.

I will be lucky if Mr. Kanak leaves my head connected to my body.

I would help but I'm on the other-side of the town.

Your all making this so easy....

I'll go down fighting.

Against a Facehugger he he he

not really, if I wear a helmet...

besides, Like I said, Predators tend to dispatch huggers first and then kill the morphs, the chances of me arriving and finding most of the aliens dead are about 100/100.

Of corse.

I'll use a grenade and take all the F**kers with me.

Humans

Bravado

Will not

Save

You

Submit

Spare

Yourselves

To us

Become greater

I am

Alpha

You will die!!!!

(OOC) I'm telepathically talking to all of you

No

You will

This place

Is not the first

They

Thought they could

Stop us

They failed

We will consume everything

Nothing will stop us

You are food

Hosts

Prey

We will not fail

This world will be consumed in eternal shadow

Hunter or no Hunter

Shadow will consume it

When are aliens telepathic with other species?

I just had a image of Mark taking the "LCK road."


any of you know what I mean?

not a clue.

Alpha is a Praetorian and was experimented on, his intelligence is greater than others and has the ability to communicate with other species basically through its hive-mind.

WARORK knows.

It is little 'inside joke' from the basement, if you recall the zombie RP?

in ref to Lord Commisar Klimono's character.

17 years previously
The long corridor was white and had the sterile effect that hospitals have, but it was not silent, a single recurring giggle could be heard, it was high pitched and its sound grates on the ears, every time the giggle stopped a slight hissing sound could be heard but almost immediatly the giggle would start again. At each end of the corridor was a door, they were identical, white with a view slot at eye level that could be opened and closed. Every 10 metres, exactly 10 metres, on each side of the corridor there was anouther one of these identical doors, and there were 10 doors on each side. The giggling intensifies, grows louder, gets closer. The door at one end of the hall opens with a soft click and a faint whirring sound and now footsteps can be heard abouve the giggling. The steps are soft from slippered feet and made a faint padding sound. The giggling continued and now its source was visible, a pair of men were walking down the corridor with a teenage boy between them, he was in a white straightjacket and he had white hospital pants on, his mid length black hair fell over his eyes but one could still see the icy blue irises and slightly bloodshot look they had about them, the giggling sound was coming from his mouth. It would rise from a low sound and get louder and louder, slowly building to a crescendo, but before it would get there the teenager would stop for breath and then start again, giggling in the softer tones.

The men were heddles of the giggling, indeed the teenagers feet were dragging along the ground on the tips of his heels, the teenagers face pointing the way they had come with an arm from each of the men under his arms, hauling him along. The three figures walked nearly to the end of the corridor but stopped about 3 doors from the end. One of the men took out a key, only one key, and slipped it into the lock. The key clicked softly, and then the door slid open with anouther whirring sound. The men gently set the teenager in the corner of the room it was white, and padded. Then they took his straight jacket off him leaving him in a thin hospital shirt, as always, white. They turned and left the room, locking it behind them.

Abruptly the giggling stopped.

Three days later The teenager was released from the Henry Bennet center into his fathers care.

Three days after that
The teenager walked through the hallways of his fathers rather large house, in his fingers was held the smallest of objects it was a coin, on each face however it had a truly strange shape, on one face were the crossed horns of a devil, on the other the wings of an angel. This coin was flicked over the knuckles of the teenager, tap, tap, tap, reverse, tap, tap, tap. Each turn of the coin on the fingers of the boys right hand showed the next face of the coin, and in time with the coins turning in a low monotone the teenager repeated himsef.
"Naughty, nice, naughty, nice, naughty, nice"

His feet were bare, so the padding sound of his feet on the plush carpets beneath him were muffled slightly, his legs were covered by sweat pants and his shirt had a smile on it that had crosses for eyes and a downturned mouth. His hair was free to fall infront of his eyes however and the monotonous tone of his voice would send shivers down anyones spine. His feet paded on and then suddenly hey stopped, from behind his back he brought a butchers knife that was already stained with blood, and on closer inspection his shirt had light splatters of this blood across it.

His muttering abruptly stopped as he looked into the room, it was an office and it had bookshelves all around the room, the man in the desk was leaned over it scribbling away furiously, the teenager walked up behind the man and gently tapped him on the shoulder with his coin. The words that came out of his mouth would be chilling:
"You've been naughty father"
(More soon...)

Alpha snarled and ordered the Runners to move out, they were small and fast but not as strong or as smart as he was. They were stupid feral creatures even with the Hive-Minds guidance, Alpha roared again summoning his Warriors to begin their attack on the barn;

Bring him, we need him

black templar wrote:not a clue.

Nevermind, Tyranic Marta is already on it.

'Jason Blythe' was a PC by LCK that went insane and murdered everyone he spoke to during a zombie apocalypse. he saw himself as the 'survivor'


he got his throat torn out by the undead.

This guy is gonna be so creepy my posts are gonna have you guys looking over your shoulders while you type

OOC: Okay I will post something related to that eventually today...what I need to know first is if this fight will be handled in an event or not?

this one already did.

good hehehe

IC: It seemed like only a few minutes had passed while Kanak slept. He was awoken by whispers in his mind telling him to prove himself and a slight shock to his wrist and jumped to his feet. He shook the screeching from his head, just a bad dream he thought. He looked down at his console to see that his motion detectors had gone off...He would usually suspect that nothing but a simple human or two had wandered near his camp but there were too many targets moving too fast for it to simply be some stumbling humans...

With lightning speed, Kanak went downstairs and equipped his equipment with a trained and skilled hand, grabbing all his weapons, armor, and his mask and quipping them all almost simultaneously. Kanak ran back into the barn and leapt up to the loft's second story window, looking out and scanning the trees in the distance. He zoomed into the images he was getting and flipped through them. Dark, sinuous shapes were moving along in cover, shapes and movements Kanak had long since known of. He briefly wondered if they knew where he was or not. No, he thought to himself, they were probably looking for food or hosts, they would make excellent additions to his trophy room...

Kanak leapt onto the roof and into the nearest tree to the barn, skipping along the branches until he was a bit closer...

The hunt was on he thought as he growled contentedly in his throat.

The Xenomorphs snarled and roared before speeding towards Karnak, the Predetor simply cuts them down and destroys them with it's blades but Alpha does not move he stands and roars;

You

Hunter

Come

Follow me

I am not prey

I am no foes

Mark rode his bike over the road, the fields all around him were a nice contrast to thee early morning light.
A crunch, a flip, and a crash and Mark was lying facedown, sinking in the watery ditch, covered in freezing mud, in early winter.
“What the hell?” he wondered aloud and grabbed the slimy sides of the ditch, pulling himself over the dead logs an scum like a leviathan of the deep arising form the depths.
He looked over to his bike, it had hit the cement road, tire first and had snapped the chain, a sticky substance covered the front wheel, Dragging his gaze some ten feet to the right and down the road, Mark stared, it was the same type of bug that he had shot on the roof, with a big hole in it, the blood had melted the tires even.
Mark was an expert in biology, no creature on earth had acid blood like that.
Mark heard a slithering, his head spun around and gazed down the trench in which he was waist deep. One of the bugs was propelling itself across the scummy water, it’s large tail was working furiously.
Mark panicked, he grabbed het pistol in his pocket, flipped off the safety and aimed, praying that the muck had not jammed the weapon.
The Nambu fired once, the creature continued as the round slashed off the age and mud at the side of the ditch. The weapon fired again, this time catching the bug in the tail, it curled up and tried to jump, it began to sink, Mark fired again, the bug exploded, sending it’s guts everywhere.
Mark crawled out of the trench and ran for the barn, grabbing his pack as he ran.
About one hundred meters away, a slime-covered Mark, muddy and looking more like an animal than a human tripped in the hay field and looked at the barn again.
It was surrounded by dozens of shapes, one of them was running amok and butchering the others, Mark did not yet know that he was invisible to Kanak’s heat sensors because of the freezing mud and icy water that covered him.

Without hesitation Mark pulled the long package out of the bag, a fully loaded S&W ‘sniper’ revolver and a small ‘bangstick’ a metal pole with a shotgun shell on the end were inside, his dad was evidently running these weapons to a client.
Mark looked down the scope on the revolver and sighted the first creature’s chest, it was advancing on the massive man, who was blasting the creatures with some sort of laser gun.
Mark pulled the trigger, sending a round flying, the heavy bullet impacted off of the creature’s shoulder, blowing the arm clean off.
Mark just closed his eyes and fired into the melee until the gun was empty, eh then flung it as hard as he could, it landed in the ditch and sunk with a gloop.
Mark just crawled away into the cornfields.

Beta grabbed Mark by the shoulder and screamed, before reveling it's secondary mouth. Mark dodged the attack slightly but Runner Xenomorphs moved in behind him and snarled at the human surrounding him, Beta roared and charged...

The Xenomorphs do not kill Mark, they drag the human down a sewer hatch and towards the hive where he is cocconed and left to rot...

And then mark went on a rampage because the forgot to take his lightsaber, he killed the queen, had his way with alpha, took over the world and is now supreme grand overlord.

(Im going to leave the patricide of Ludias's father to the imagination for the moment, I may put it in a flashback later however, additionally Im going to ignore how he got out of the country, I cant be bothered thinking of something for the moment)

5 years ago

Ludias was standing at the head of the room, it was a large room, and had been built underground so there was a solid stench of dirt and decaying matter throughout everything. Ludias was looking down from the raised pulpit at the head of the room down on the nearly 200 hundred men and women sitting in the pews. Each member was wearing formal clothes, suits, mainly with a few formal dresses on some women.

Ludias raised his right hand, the gloved hand bringing the room to silence, on his right was a stone altar, perhaps thee feet long and two wide and on it was a cup, it was similar to a goblet except that it appeared to have three separate goblets in its construction all wound towgether adn the shape the boweled portion made was similar to a clover. The cup was brimming with a thick red liquid which shimmered in the light. The room was lit by several chandeleirs, which even in this modern age had candles in thier sockets.

Ludias held his hand up briefly before lowering it and then raising it agan, this time having picked up the crimson covered book before him. It was about 8" high and 6" wide, the cover had the image of the three circles identical to the shape that the goblet made with its three chambers. Ludias's voice spoke in a low quiet tone that nonetheless filled the room.
"We are gathered here today, to remember the lives of the fallen, those who died for our cause, those who died doing what was right, rather than what was easy. And we also remember the families of the fallen, and their sacrifice for our betterment. We thank them in the name of Laevus levus diabolus, the left hand, the fallen one. We thank them for thier sacrifice and for thier continued support. Come let us honor them."

As one the company of people stood slowly and respectfully and made their way forwards to the altar. Each person held a small wooden goblet in thier hand. The first member of the company dipped his goblet into the larger vessel on the altar, and brought it up. Holding it forwards to the statue at the end of the room, of a man with a pair of wings, one tattered and bloody, the other whole and pure. The man of the company spoke in a strong voice that echoed through the room.
"I salute you Lauevus levus diabolus and ask for your blessing"
Ludias took his cue and had by now come down from the pulpit and was standing next to the man. He dipped his finger into the goblet and carefully drew the familiar three circles on the man's forhead
"The blessing has been given, go now in peace"
"In peace I shall depart"
The man walked back to his seat, still holding the goblet with the crimson liquid. Each member of the company repeated this, and Ludias repeated the blessing for each member. The goblet ended up almost completely empty and Ludias had to scrape the bottom to fill his own goblet with the crimson liquid.

He made his way back to the pultpit, the company before him waiting patiently.
"Let us honor our patron"
Ludias raises the goblet to his lips and begins to drink the metallic taasting liquid. Before him the entire company also raises the goblets to lips and began to drink.

present day
Ludias was leaning on the railing of the staircase, below him he could see a man wearing a pair of slacks and a starcehd white shirt. Ludias licked his lips as his trademark coin flicked over his fingers, tap, tap, tap. That shirt's colour would change soon. His right hand still gloved in its white garment was fingering his necklace, the small pendant, a circle with three circles inside was resting just beneath the collar of his shirt. He smiled carefull and made his way down the stairs, his quarry was leaning against the bottom of said stairs and was looking towards the entranceway, waiting for someone, possibly for him.

Ludias came up silently behind the man and made himself known
"Jonathan, it is good to see you again. It has been far, far to long." The monotone of Ludias' voice betrayed no emotion whatsoever and was completely personless. However this lack of individuality was what made him so noticeable, no one in their right mind could be that calm, no one. But then again, Ludias never really had been in his right mind had he?

The man turned around a look of disgust on his features
"Storm, I cant say I'm pleased to see you, lets get this over and done with."
Ludias made a fist with his gloved hand, leaving his index finger out pointing it towards the roof and shaking it slowly from side to side. Always careful to kep the fingers of his left hand balanced with the coin.
"Now now, that is no way to treat an old... friend, is it?"
"You are no firend of mine Storm"
Despite Ludias's complete calmness, or perhaps because of it, the mans face was becoming redder and redder with every second, coloring from suppressed rage. Ludias looked around calmly before gripping the mans upper arm with his gloved hand and walking him up the stairs. His voice rose a couple of regesters and it was now sickeningly sweet
"You always knew how to make a scene Jonathan, I hope for your sake that no one saw who you were, you arnt liked in these parts... and lets be honest, no one is going to miss you if something did happen..."
The man visibly bristled,
"Are you threatening me Storm?"
Ludias released the mans arm, they were now outside a door, solid wood facade, but it had a granite interior, and if one was to ever see the middle of that door, they would possibly faint at the carvings. It was however well balanced so when Ludias pushed it open it swung easily.
"Not threatening you no, meerly stating facts" His voice had dropped back down to its monotone, "Now get in the room"
Jonathan walked stiff backed into the room, looking around, it was a simple room, a table and two chairs with some blacked out windows, what he failed to notice was the faint camber of the room sloping down to a sluice in the corner. Ludias motioned him to the table and Jonathan sat down. From nowhere in particular Ludias drew out a thin book, its crimson binding worn but still very much servicable.
"Do you know what this book is Jonathan?"
The man visibly baulked at the sight of the book
"You get that thing away from me, I want nothing to do with you and your cult"
Ludias's face split into a true smile for the first time since he started talking to the man.
"Oh but you have no choice Jonathan."
The man got up and sprinted to the door, scrabbling against it but realised that there was no handle, he was trapped. He turned with frightened eyes to look at Ludias who was standing next to the other chair, back to the door. The fant tapping of Ludias's coin could still be heard as it flitted over his knuckles.

"I cannot help you Jonathan, after all it was not me who killed those little girls was it?"
"Liar"
"No i speak the truth, it was you my friend, along time ago, I'm sure you remember"
"You made me kill them Ludias, dont try to deny it."
Ludias chuckled, the sound somehow did not have any real meaning in it, it was simply a reflex.
"Oh I deny it, I simply told ou that they were an obstacle to our goals, you did, all. The. Work."
The last three words were spoken with a slight amount of force.
"Now come, sit down."
Inexplicably Jonathan did, he walked over to the chair and even though he knew it would be the last thing he ever did he sat down. His mouth was working furiously but no sound came out. Ludias walked over to him and brought a lighter out of a pocket, setting the book down on the table, careful as always to keep up the hypnotic beat of the coin. There was something about the coin that made people more... malleable, letting his natural charisma work wonders on them.

He set the lighter down on the table and then drew a knife, its 8" blade was curved in reflex, the blade on the inside of the curve and its edge was extremely sharp, and curved to fit the shape of a human neck. He lit the lighter and set it on the table where it burned brightly with an extremely hot flame. Next he took his necklace off, one handed as his left hand was still occupied with keeping the coin tipping over and over, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap.

He held the necklace above the lighter, letting the pendant hang in the flames, it slowly heated up and when it was red he held it in his hand, his glove was made from a material that escaped his mind at that time but was almost immune to the heat, so far it had served him well. He took the symbol and pressed it into Jonathan's forehead. The man's scream never came, only the sizzling sound and smell of burnt flesh and the hypnotic tapping of his coin. Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap.

When the coin cooled he removed it from Jonathan's forehead and placed it on the table, now there was a brand on the mans skin, the outer circle and three inner circles clearly visible on the mans flesh. Ludias opened the book on the table and using a silk bookmark opened it to the page he required. Speaking in latin bt reading a text that was anything but he began to speak.

"Laevus levus diabolus rector vos quod indulgeo vos pro vestri sins , tamen vel suus bona cannot servo vos ex eternus incendia , vobis have sinned quod ut vestri somes volvit ut pulvis vestri animus vadum exsisto aduro in incendia of purgatory , vestri cruor mos vomica quod vestri mens vadum exuro in eternus flamma. EGO beatus vos iterum per typicus nostri patronus laevus levus of diabolus pro vestri somes est perussi per incendia , invado pacis"

His voice kept a monotone the entire time and in his mind the words swirled in English

The left hand of Satan guides you and forgives you for your sins, but even his blessing cannot save you from the eternal fire, for you have sinned and as your body turns to dust your soul shall be singed in the fires of purgatory, your blood will boil and your mind shall burn in eternal flame. I bless you once more with the symbol of our patron the left hand of Satan before your body is consume by fire, go in peace.

He closed the book and by now Jonathan's eyes had become blank, they were very much aware but they had accepted something deep in his soul.

Ludias gently closed the man's eyes with two fingers before walking around behind him, taking the knife with him as he went. The coins repeditive tapping was steady along with his hands. This was not new to Ludias, not one bit. His gloved hand set the blade to Jonathans neck and with a final muttered blessing he slowly and carefully dragged the blade acroos the skin. If the blade had been any duller then no mark would have been made so gentle was he. As it was a hairline cut appeared in Jonathans skin, so thin that the blood that flowed from it was only a trickle, but soon it rose to a greater stream. And then a flood, it flowed down the mans neck, himself still unprotesting and onto the floor where it trickled down in small rivulets to the sluice in the floor.

Ludias packed up his items, there was no blood on the blade so careful had his inscision been. So he had no need to clean it. Finally the tqapping of his coin stopped and Jonathan snapped back to himself clawing desperatly at his throat even as his body began to wilt in his chair. Ludias tapped three times on the door and it was opened from the outside, Ludias walked calmly out and the man on the other side looked at him with blank eyes.
"Is it done?"
"It is done, thanks be to Laevus levus diabolus"
"Thanks be to the left hand of Satan"