Vampyr
09-10-2003, 09:21 PM
bouncer_agb – horny
happydude666 – deadly
Joeiss – crazy
Crono – mysterious
Dyflon – Banana
Random – crafty (crappy)
Vash – accurate
Mechadragon – conniving
GameMaster – Liar
Canyarion – Honest
Zebra Rampage – Yummy
Jeepnut – subterranean
Jonbo298 – Lazy
TheSlyMoogle – Immature
Hero2 – Destructive
The Game – Notorious
Jason1 – Magnifico!
Jewels – Screwball
Dyne – Organist
The Germanator – Gracious
DarkMaster – Ominous
Ginkasa – Superior
Vampyr - Intelligent
~ Ok everyone, this is my story. It is going to be funny, dramatic, action, and even some mysterious features. You will not get a lot of the jokes and things that happen to characters if you don’t use the above list of people and their one word description of them. I will write this story in chapters, because no one wants to read the whole thing at once. ~
The Virus
Chapter 1
Random Perfection selected the most interesting topic on the general discussion board. He did this all day long. He feared that he had possibly become addicted to this internet, to this abomination that had so easily and skillfully taken hold of his life and would not unclench its unyielding fist. He was caught in the web, and he would never go back.
The topic was interesting enough, and in the subject line it said “READ NOW!” The topic starter was none other than Neo -- the mysterious man who governed the message boards, and so rarely posted. Random realized that this post was of the utmost importance, and he immediately clicked. It was odd, how this internet controlled him. The post contained a lengthy essay about “Veteran Rings”. Random just skimmed it, but he understood. Neo was going to be sending out rings to the most loyal and devoted Game Tavern members. It was pure gold, with a small “GT” etched into it. It gave a list of members who would receive one. Random just nodded in approval and clicked the back button.
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Within weeks, each member on the list had received a ring. They each investigated it before placing it upon their ring finger. They found it odd that on the inside of each ring was one word that seemed to perfectly describe them. They all thought it was coincidence, and went about their daily routine.
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A few hours later, while setting in front of his monitor, Dyflon felt a painful prick on his ring finger. He looked down at his hand and saw a dark green goop running out from under the edges of the golden GT ring. He quickly snatched at his hand and gripped the ring. He started to pull it off, using all his strength. The ring slid quickly down his finger, peeling away the flesh like the rind on an apple. He let out a scream that would have made the Sirens draw back in fear, his brain and finger inflamed with an indescribable agony, it was as though every nerve in his body had a torch held to it, and the pain was so unbearable that he passed out onto the floor of his room, his body already drenched in a sickly cold sweat, and the blood on his finger ran green.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Each member who had received the ring had a similar experience. During their sleep, men dressed in black SWAT uniforms forced their way into their houses. When they discovered another person in the house, such as a family member, they were instantly shot.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Each member awoke in a frigid metal room. The walls were constructed of riveted steel, and the rooms were so sickly clean that they radiated an antiseptic smell that made the brain nocuous.
Vampyr was one of these members. When he woke up he could still feel a pounding in his head, and the green blood still oozed around his finger. He had only slipped the ring halfway off, so every time he moved his hand, it slid further down, peeling the skin away from his finger. He clenched his jaw, and ripped it the rest of the way off. He didn’t scream. He knew that whatever bastards had brought him here would like that. He used his other hand to rip off a piece of his shirt and wrapped it around the sickly green finger.
He sat in the middle of the room, breathing heavily. His brain was still muddled, and he didn’t understand what was happening. He attempted to calm his nerves. He thought about home, he considered the possibility that this was a dream, and a billion other things. In the end though, he knew it was reality. The room was too solid, to clean. TO DAMN CLEAN! He threw his damaged fist against the wall in front of him. The pain blinded his minds eye for a second, just for a second. He hit the wall again. He continued to hit it until he could no longer feel his fingers, his hand, or his arm. The green substance seemed to me infecting his arm, crawling up his veins and creating a web of lines up his arm. It was going for his heart. He knew it, because everything always went for the heart.
He gave up punching the wall, and turned around and slumped against it. As soon as he did so, he gasped. There had been a girl sitting behind him the entire time. Her hair dropped down to her shoulders, and was of a light brown. Her eyes cut into him, burning his mind further. She wasn’t tall at all, only about 5’3’’, but of astounding beauty. She sat with her legs crossed, more alert than any human he had ever seen. She just watched him, her eyes swimming portals to another world, and she seemed to know. He didn’t know what made him think this, but he could just tell that she knew, everything. He crept closer to her, on his hands and knees. And reached out with is one good hand, not daring to stain her with his green stub. He was a fraction of an inch from her face when she changed, not visibly, but somehow she changed! Half of his mind and body realized and recognized one thing about this situation: he was at peace. He could not imagine himself being any happier than he was at this moment. Warmth that was indescribable covered his entire body, and he had found his utopia. The other half was frozen. It was so cold and barren that he knew the only way to shed this unspeakable tundra from his mind was to touch her. But it was so cold, so damn cold, that if he moved the frozen blood would shatter and break, and he would die. But he had to touch her. This would be the only way to find true peace, and he had to do it! But he didn’t, he just continued to breath, and quake with the permafrost that had once been his body. The girl spoke, “I am EDEN.”
Thus the first chapter ends. I havnt started to use any of the one word descriptions yet, but this is an introduction. How was it?
happydude666 – deadly
Joeiss – crazy
Crono – mysterious
Dyflon – Banana
Random – crafty (crappy)
Vash – accurate
Mechadragon – conniving
GameMaster – Liar
Canyarion – Honest
Zebra Rampage – Yummy
Jeepnut – subterranean
Jonbo298 – Lazy
TheSlyMoogle – Immature
Hero2 – Destructive
The Game – Notorious
Jason1 – Magnifico!
Jewels – Screwball
Dyne – Organist
The Germanator – Gracious
DarkMaster – Ominous
Ginkasa – Superior
Vampyr - Intelligent
~ Ok everyone, this is my story. It is going to be funny, dramatic, action, and even some mysterious features. You will not get a lot of the jokes and things that happen to characters if you don’t use the above list of people and their one word description of them. I will write this story in chapters, because no one wants to read the whole thing at once. ~
The Virus
Chapter 1
Random Perfection selected the most interesting topic on the general discussion board. He did this all day long. He feared that he had possibly become addicted to this internet, to this abomination that had so easily and skillfully taken hold of his life and would not unclench its unyielding fist. He was caught in the web, and he would never go back.
The topic was interesting enough, and in the subject line it said “READ NOW!” The topic starter was none other than Neo -- the mysterious man who governed the message boards, and so rarely posted. Random realized that this post was of the utmost importance, and he immediately clicked. It was odd, how this internet controlled him. The post contained a lengthy essay about “Veteran Rings”. Random just skimmed it, but he understood. Neo was going to be sending out rings to the most loyal and devoted Game Tavern members. It was pure gold, with a small “GT” etched into it. It gave a list of members who would receive one. Random just nodded in approval and clicked the back button.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Within weeks, each member on the list had received a ring. They each investigated it before placing it upon their ring finger. They found it odd that on the inside of each ring was one word that seemed to perfectly describe them. They all thought it was coincidence, and went about their daily routine.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A few hours later, while setting in front of his monitor, Dyflon felt a painful prick on his ring finger. He looked down at his hand and saw a dark green goop running out from under the edges of the golden GT ring. He quickly snatched at his hand and gripped the ring. He started to pull it off, using all his strength. The ring slid quickly down his finger, peeling away the flesh like the rind on an apple. He let out a scream that would have made the Sirens draw back in fear, his brain and finger inflamed with an indescribable agony, it was as though every nerve in his body had a torch held to it, and the pain was so unbearable that he passed out onto the floor of his room, his body already drenched in a sickly cold sweat, and the blood on his finger ran green.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Each member who had received the ring had a similar experience. During their sleep, men dressed in black SWAT uniforms forced their way into their houses. When they discovered another person in the house, such as a family member, they were instantly shot.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Each member awoke in a frigid metal room. The walls were constructed of riveted steel, and the rooms were so sickly clean that they radiated an antiseptic smell that made the brain nocuous.
Vampyr was one of these members. When he woke up he could still feel a pounding in his head, and the green blood still oozed around his finger. He had only slipped the ring halfway off, so every time he moved his hand, it slid further down, peeling the skin away from his finger. He clenched his jaw, and ripped it the rest of the way off. He didn’t scream. He knew that whatever bastards had brought him here would like that. He used his other hand to rip off a piece of his shirt and wrapped it around the sickly green finger.
He sat in the middle of the room, breathing heavily. His brain was still muddled, and he didn’t understand what was happening. He attempted to calm his nerves. He thought about home, he considered the possibility that this was a dream, and a billion other things. In the end though, he knew it was reality. The room was too solid, to clean. TO DAMN CLEAN! He threw his damaged fist against the wall in front of him. The pain blinded his minds eye for a second, just for a second. He hit the wall again. He continued to hit it until he could no longer feel his fingers, his hand, or his arm. The green substance seemed to me infecting his arm, crawling up his veins and creating a web of lines up his arm. It was going for his heart. He knew it, because everything always went for the heart.
He gave up punching the wall, and turned around and slumped against it. As soon as he did so, he gasped. There had been a girl sitting behind him the entire time. Her hair dropped down to her shoulders, and was of a light brown. Her eyes cut into him, burning his mind further. She wasn’t tall at all, only about 5’3’’, but of astounding beauty. She sat with her legs crossed, more alert than any human he had ever seen. She just watched him, her eyes swimming portals to another world, and she seemed to know. He didn’t know what made him think this, but he could just tell that she knew, everything. He crept closer to her, on his hands and knees. And reached out with is one good hand, not daring to stain her with his green stub. He was a fraction of an inch from her face when she changed, not visibly, but somehow she changed! Half of his mind and body realized and recognized one thing about this situation: he was at peace. He could not imagine himself being any happier than he was at this moment. Warmth that was indescribable covered his entire body, and he had found his utopia. The other half was frozen. It was so cold and barren that he knew the only way to shed this unspeakable tundra from his mind was to touch her. But it was so cold, so damn cold, that if he moved the frozen blood would shatter and break, and he would die. But he had to touch her. This would be the only way to find true peace, and he had to do it! But he didn’t, he just continued to breath, and quake with the permafrost that had once been his body. The girl spoke, “I am EDEN.”
Thus the first chapter ends. I havnt started to use any of the one word descriptions yet, but this is an introduction. How was it?