Captain Enema Posted September 1, 2014 Report Share Posted September 1, 2014 "GET A ROOM YOU TWO!" Mr. Samuel Twain shouts with exasperation at the mystery man and the Empress. Once that's out of his system he turns to Mr. Tidyov and says, "By god, I see the Oriental and the Eskimo are still standing, I think we have a viable product on our hands. What do you say we do a joint venture that undoubtedly will end in tears or liver failure?" Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
rok Posted September 1, 2014 Report Share Posted September 1, 2014 Overhead a small cargo plane was flying over the resort. The back hatch opened a man jumped out. Freefalling for a few seconds, he opened a brightly colored parachute and landed through a large hole in the ceiling. The man was Antarctica's Joe Bile. "I brought ice for the drinks!" Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Peter Ilyich Posted September 1, 2014 Report Share Posted September 1, 2014 Ferdinand Foch would arrive. He would then attempt to get everyones attention. "Well hello, all. If you do not know me, I am Foch, 1st Major General of the 2nd State and 1st Military Junta of Bolivia. Hopefully you do not mind me saying a few words." Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mogar Posted September 1, 2014 Author Report Share Posted September 1, 2014 "GET A ROOM YOU TWO!" Mr. Samuel Twain shouts with exasperation at the mystery man and the Empress. Once that's out of his system he turns to Mr. Tidyov and says, "By god, I see the Oriental and the Eskimo are still standing, I think we have a viable product on our hands. What do you say we do a joint venture that undoubtedly will end in tears or liver failure?" "I HAVE SEVERAL THOUSAND, THANKS! NOW MIX THE FUCKING ERGUOTOU WITH THE DEATH JUICE, I CAN'T LET THE RUSSIANS GET AHEAD OF US IN THE ALCOHOL RACE!" she shouted back before turning to the stranger, "Now where were we?" Overhead a small cargo plane was flying over the resort. The back hatch opened a man jumped out. Freefalling for a few seconds, he opened a brightly colored parachute and landed through a large hole in the ceiling. The man was Antarctica's Joe Bile. "I brought ice for the drinks!" The hole previously created by the Landfall representative gave Joe Bile easy access. "Welcome to The Venetian Macao, genuine Antarctic ice eh? I'm sure the Russian and Baltic reps currently getting plastered require more ice to mix their drinks!" Ferdinand Foch would arrive. He would then attempt to get everyones attention. "Well hello, all. If you do not know me, I am Foch, 1st Major General of the 2nd State and 1st Military Junta of Bolivia. Hopefully you do not mind me saying a few words." "EVERYBODY SHUT UP! THIS GUY WANTS TO SAY A FEW WORDS!" she yelled before looking down at the latest guest, "Go for it friend!" Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Captain Enema Posted September 2, 2014 Report Share Posted September 2, 2014 "I HAVE SEVERAL THOUSAND, THANKS! NOW MIX THE !@#$@#$ ERGUOTOU WITH THE DEATH JUICE, I CAN'T LET THE RUSSIANS GET AHEAD OF US IN THE ALCOHOL RACE!" she shouted back before turning to the stranger, "Now where were we?" "Very well, no need to try to awe us with your guache behavior," replied Mr. Twain. He was reminded of the time he tried to publish a book about a few boys who were rafting down a river and how it was rejected. The sting of the slight still haunted him today, what sort of world is it where such a fine work was rejected by the cold unfeeling cretins that live inside of it? "Yes, Death Juice, yes, this Chinese furniture polish, yes, yes, oh my lord, how are any Chinese alive after even smelling this filth?" he asks as he mixes the two beverages. He mixes the two together and decides the only sane thing to do is to test it on the Eskimo again. Having done so he then wipes the Eskimo's brains off his face after the poor darling's head explodes. "Damn, I think I just weaponized Death Juice.............." Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ovidsidios Posted September 2, 2014 Report Share Posted September 2, 2014 (edited) Her eyes grew wide at the refusal of the tip, adding more mystery to this stranger. And now a flower? The sleight of hand was breathtaking, she nodded her head as he bowed left speechless as he walked away, surely she couldn't just let him disappear after a show like that, she followed him after a few moments, feeling like she could follow his scent, impossible she knew, but anything seemed possible in Asia nowadays. a passing waitress had a tray containing several bottles of Erguotou along with glasses, she took a bottle to herself, she felt hot, figuring it was the alcohol. "Go over to those fellas over there, and tell them I told you to try the Death Juice with some of this as well, I'll be back to try the results." she told the young lady, sipping at the bottle she had pilfered she continued onward, up to the balcony where she saw her prey waiting. As she approached she only saw his lips move, unable to actually hear what he said over the noise and music of the casino. Her eyes followed the glass briefly, "You missed!" she teased, as it shattered upon the ground, nearly making the waitress with the Ergoutou drop her platter. "I'm sure you didn't put on that magic show just to depart for the rest of the evening, especially not when you so carefully avoided my question, you're certainly not the average citizen, just who are you, mystery man?" "I HAVE SEVERAL THOUSAND, THANKS! NOW MIX THE !@#$@#$ ERGUOTOU WITH THE DEATH JUICE, I CAN'T LET THE RUSSIANS GET AHEAD OF US IN THE ALCOHOL RACE!" she shouted back before turning to the stranger, "Now where were we?" He smiled at her belligerence, wincing slightly at her yell. He took the moment to move towards an exit door to the outside balcony that encircled the building. He moved slow enough for her to see his foot leave through the door, but once outside waited patiently from within a blind spot for the empress to pass him by. When she looked both ways as to where he disappeared is when he snuck him behind her. And waiting for her to turn around, nearly an inaudible gasp leaving her lips upon seeing him, did he begin his final act. "I am but a nobody," he said humbly approaching the empress as he seemed to swoop into her arms, leading her into a waltz. He looked deeply into her eyes. Perhaps a man with his eyes aimed towards heaven. For to swoon an empress is certainly not for a pauper to dream. But he was polite, gentle, and never overbearing. It was all in the presentation, for in this world of lights and riches, nothing is ever what it seems. In their little dance, soft music, seemly from nowhere, begins to play softly from an unseen opening in his suit. "You assessment is correct, my lady, for I am indeed not the average citizen. But it would be misleading to even call me any sort of citizen." He twirled her gingerly allowing her own momentum to finish the spin before returning back to their original form. Continuing, "For as long as I can remember, I've had no real name. Most of my employers call me 魂のない子. They would summon me when they were in need of some task completed, and I, but a humble servant, oblige them." His face never broke in its innocence, and despite being a man in his prime, held a child like candor. But despite a wrinkled face of joy, his eyes hid behind them a story wrought with loss and woe. He twirled her once more before finalizing the waltz with a dip and kiss. In the moment he went for the kiss, his hand slid up the empress' leg. He only had one chance at this so the 50/50 odds were whether or not he chose the right leg. To his surprise, his smile giving him away, he did. The Empress pushed him off of her, managing to land a solid resounding slap across the face. He dramatically twirled backwards until his back touched the balcony. On impact the gentleman's back arched over, but more for effect. He leaned forward and twirled the dagger within his hand. He bowed dramatically as if concluding a theatrical performance, but as he lifted his waist, he used the dagger to cut from the left pant leg all the way up to his collar. As the clothes slide of his body, a second uniform was revealed. Rubber looking scales lined his entire body, as the suit he was wearing was skin tight, and was accessorized with a myriad of gadgets. He pulled out a gun from a holster that strapped parallel to his back. Pointing it to a street lamp, he fired, and it shot forward before attaching to it with a stainless steel spring prong. The handle detached from the barrel to serve as a brake while the handle itself locked on to the balcony rail. "Someday you will learn the spell that summons me, and you shall beckon for me, and I will come to you as I have Ren Inoue." Without waiting for a reaction, he leaps the balcony, and slides down the zipline. Upon reaching the lamp post, he dismounts landing without so much as a sound. At that moment, a black car pulls in from around the corner, he steps in, and they quickly pull away, turning once down a street and disappearing into the night. Edited September 2, 2014 by Ovidsidios Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
rok Posted September 2, 2014 Report Share Posted September 2, 2014 Bile approaches Mr. Tidyov and Mr. Twain. "How about some Ice to go with your Death Vodka? Straight from Antarctica; I shoveled it up myself." Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
JEDCJT Posted September 2, 2014 Report Share Posted September 2, 2014 "GET A ROOM YOU TWO!" Mr. Samuel Twain shouts with exasperation at the mystery man and the Empress. Once that's out of his system he turns to Mr. Tidyov and says, "By god, I see the Oriental and the Eskimo are still standing, I think we have a viable product on our hands. What do you say we do a joint venture that undoubtedly will end in tears or liver failure?" Tidyov snickered at Mr. Twain's exasperated shouts. This brought him memories to the time where he was once in a room with the Countess of Vienna. Man, that was a beautiful, fuckable woman...this was a few days before he lost his balls during his visit to Tokyo. "I say, we do it! I can see nothing but success, happiness, and drunkenness for this joint initiative in the future. Well, more like drunkenness really, but still. I still think we need to test it one more time, just in case." "Very well, no need to try to awe us with your guache behavior," replied Mr. Twain. He was reminded of the time he tried to publish a book about a few boys who were rafting down a river and how it was rejected. The sting of the slight still haunted him today, what sort of world is it where such a fine work was rejected by the cold unfeeling cretins that live inside of it? "Yes, Death Juice, yes, this Chinese furniture polish, yes, yes, oh my lord, how are any Chinese alive after even smelling this filth?" he asks as he mixes the two beverages. He mixes the two together and decides the only sane thing to do is to test it on the Eskimo again. Having done so he then wipes the Eskimo's brains off his face after the poor darling's head explodes. "Damn, I think I just weaponized Death Juice.............." "Ohmigod, dude, I think we just came to a breakthrough in warfare. Think about it, you can drink Death Juice one moment and then use it as a weapon the next! Think about it, we have something that is simuth-smithu-fuck it, usable as a weapon AND a tool for pleasure and recreation!" Bile approaches Mr. Tidyov and Mr. Twain. "How about some Ice to go with your Death Vodka? Straight from Antarctica; I shoveled it up myself." Tidyov turned to Mr. Twain. "I think we just found our third test subject. Shall we, my good sir?" Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Captain Enema Posted September 2, 2014 Report Share Posted September 2, 2014 Mr. Twain fills another glass, adds the ice, and hands it over to the 3rd test subject as he watches with great fascination. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
rok Posted September 2, 2014 Report Share Posted September 2, 2014 Bile takes the glass and begins to down the Death Vodka. "Whoa.... You guys need to try this stuff. It's like having a sixth sense, except I have no idea what it is. Here, have some more ice and see for yourselves." Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
JEDCJT Posted September 2, 2014 Report Share Posted September 2, 2014 "He's still standing, which means we've succeeded in ways that no one had tried before," Tidyov grinned as he slapped Mr. Twain on the shoulder. "The Death Vodka is ready for mass consumption." Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Maelstrom Vortex Posted September 10, 2014 Report Share Posted September 10, 2014 (edited) Maelstrom was fashionably late to the party. He would come to the resort, with the party being held in Macau, it wouldn't be too difficult. The seas became unusually rough off the resort. A storm would chun the seas. The lightning, however, was firing as if one were using it to play music. The seas would swell and a great figure would rise from them as he neared the coast. The Dreamer preferred to arrive in style. The kind of style that left a mark on minds. Several people along the coast would cry out "RYUJIN!!" and bolt for their lives... Edited September 10, 2014 by Maelstrom Vortex Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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