Partisan Posted January 27, 2016 Report Share Posted January 27, 2016 (edited) He stood; Clouds, dark as the heart of Banned, the wicked doomchild himself enveloped him. They were alive- supernatural organisms radiating an aura of despair. It was as if death itself had incarnated itself into solid matter. It was certain: The demon child Baltus' weaker brother, Banned, had reorganized his rag-tag group of scallywags and privateers into a more formidable grouping. These men and women were persona Non Grata in the civilized world, for they could find no peace in its social structures. They were outcasts. Expelled and shunned by even the most degenerate layers of society. Doomsquad. A new nemesis. It's purpose? Not even Banned himself was capable of formulating an answer to that simple question. Doomsquad thrived on chaos. It *was* chaos. The Pen continued his musings as the aura continued to tighten itself around him; He could now feel its slow, rhytmic throb spreading through his very being. It seemed only days ago, that he had been awoken from his solitary slumber and departed his refuge in the bowels of her majesty's chimaera's service. The song of ink had commanded him. Inkblack tears had streamed from his eyes to form letters on the walls and the ground. The world has become a book ripe with the teachings of yore. Oh, how he recalled the blank, startled stares of the antlike crowd that had silently watched as he made known his intent. They would never be the same- the spirit of their community forever lost in the great war. The trail of ink had led him to the Bear Cavalry: A grouping poised to become the bastion of order. Free of the shackles that once binded him, the Pen's powers had grown exponentially with time. The time had come for the first challenge of the holy quill. As was prophesized. As was promised. Doom. Doomsphere. Non Grata. Pacifica. Umbrella. Yes, even MI6 and Polar. All had fallen to the clutches of the chaos that had filled the void of the first collapse. The Pax had long been driven away, and never returned. So the world found itself terrorized by a haphazard hegemony of Pacifican puppets. Mindless drones ravaging the world without true purpose or aim; or rather, without any objective known to themselves. For it is the strings that have become the end-all. Free will has become but a fairy-tale passed down from parents to children in midst of night. It is the fallacy of men; to believe that power resides anywhere but where we place it. The followed becomes the follower when the follower refuses to follow. And such is the message he intended to send today, as the second wave of hegemonic minions would flood his nation. A thundering excitement buzzing through is veins returned him to the world of the living. It was time. Thick drips of ink trickling down from the corner of his mouth slowly formed beneath him a pentagram. And in the pentagram, he stood. Silently observing his surroundings. The clouds began to tremble. The swirling intensified, the throbbing strengthening to the deep pulse he had become so familiar with. His eyes turned black, Ink rising around him to scatter the clouds, removing the barrier that had obscured his mind. And in midst of the carnage, three lines formed. Beware the PigSword. Unintended Machinations Hegemonic Desperation He closed his eyes and uttered a faint whisper: Show yourself. "The Pen is ready." Edited January 27, 2016 by Partisan Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Shurukian Posted January 27, 2016 Report Share Posted January 27, 2016 much post, such shit Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
The Zigur Posted January 27, 2016 Report Share Posted January 27, 2016 You gaze at the mountain, Children of Terra, you see its snow-capped peak and the clouds upon its slopes. You dream of reaching that pinnacle and drinking the cold waters. But who dreams of the road that ascends the mountain side? The road to the peak is hard and murderous. It has broken countless Children of Terra upon its rocks. Their splintered bones lie scattered upon it, paving the way to the mountain top. At every step you will hear the bones crumbling under foot, and maybe you shall hear the wind-blown voices of the dead - guiding you forward or leading you to your Doom. Yes, my children, the way to the mountain is cruel and unforgiving. And of those who struggle their long lives, spending their energy and vigour in the climb, who then can taste the melt-water of the summit and say, 'Yes... yes it was worthwhile!' Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Hime Themis Posted January 27, 2016 Report Share Posted January 27, 2016 You gaze at the mountain, Children of Terra, you see its snow-capped peak and the clouds upon its slopes. You dream of reaching that pinnacle and drinking the cold waters. But who dreams of the road that ascends the mountain side? The road to the peak is hard and murderous. It has broken countless Children of Terra upon its rocks. Their splintered bones lie scattered upon it, paving the way to the mountain top. At every step you will hear the bones crumbling under foot, and maybe you shall hear the wind-blown voices of the dead - guiding you forward or leading you to your Doom. Yes, my children, the way to the mountain is cruel and unforgiving. And of those who struggle their long lives, spending their energy and vigour in the climb, who then can taste the melt-water of the summit and say, 'Yes... yes it was worthwhile!' Junka Even in pointless prose you fail. you see its snow-capped peak and the clouds upon its slopes. You dream of reaching that pinnacle and drinking the cold waters There is no free flowing water its frozen snow. :psyduck: :facepalm: :blink: :wacko: Dame Hime Themis Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
The Zigur Posted January 27, 2016 Report Share Posted January 27, 2016 Junka Even in pointless prose you fail. you see its snow-capped peak and the clouds upon its slopes. You dream of reaching that pinnacle and drinking the cold waters There is no free flowing water its frozen snow. :psyduck: :facepalm: :blink: :wacko: Dame Hime Themis Silence heretic, I was quoting the Book of the Astronomican. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Van Hoo III Posted January 27, 2016 Report Share Posted January 27, 2016 The Pen awakens from it's slumber. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
the rebel Posted January 27, 2016 Report Share Posted January 27, 2016 On this night the Penn met with the Teller and they magicked the night away... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
keeology Posted January 27, 2016 Report Share Posted January 27, 2016 So it is scribbled Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
porksaber Posted January 27, 2016 Report Share Posted January 27, 2016 Beware the PigSword. you really ought to. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Partisan Posted January 27, 2016 Author Report Share Posted January 27, 2016 (edited) you really ought to. As the ink faded, his gaze fell upon a tiny animal squeeling in the corner. Its atrocious physique only trumped by its mind-numbing smell. Below the pig's teet, a shimmering blade rested. And so we meet. Transform, Pigblade. Upon that we view your true nature, and drive it from this land. Edited January 27, 2016 by Partisan Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
porksaber Posted January 27, 2016 Report Share Posted January 27, 2016 As the ink faded, his gaze fell upon a tiny animal squeeling in the corner. Its atrocious physique only trumped by its mind-numbing smell. Below the pig's teet, a shimmering blade rested. And so we meet. Transform, Pigblade. Upon that we view your true nature, and drive it from this land. Partisan studied the man's shape and form intensely. He tried to memorize all the lines and curves; the firm and masculine definition of his being. The essence of manliness. One one hand homosexuality was a sin; on the other was Porksaber's buttocks. Partisan moved around with a sense of excitement, exhilaration, and intrigue as Porksaber leaned forward and whispered in his ear: "Go on, the legendary power is now easily within your reach." Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
TurnipCruncher Posted January 28, 2016 Report Share Posted January 28, 2016 You won't get away with this. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
porksaber Posted January 28, 2016 Report Share Posted January 28, 2016 Along with the pink and azure rays, the sunrise brought a strange feeling that was both full of anxiety and peace to the barely waking Partisan. The covers were still warm where the Porksaber had been laying; the linen thoughtfully pulled back and folded on top of itself. Had he left? Was what happened wrong? What would the happen now that everything had changed from the way he'd been accustomed to living? In the distance he heard an egret cry, and smelled the familiar scent of morning coffee. The only hangover he felt was one of emotion. He thought he should be ashamed, but why wasn't he feeling that way? The social foundation upon which his very being was built had been compromised, and for some reason he just assumed that he should be feeling some sense of impending doom, but it just wasn't there. His unease was quickly quelled when he looked to the door and saw the familiar essence of masculinity come walking daintily into his chambers. Porksaber stood with arms akimbo in the doorway wearing a lovely Indian sarong. in that familiar voice he began to feel so much comfort in he hear him speak softly: "Cappuccino?" Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Banned Posted January 28, 2016 Report Share Posted January 28, 2016 He stood; Clouds, dark as the heart of Banned, the wicked doomchild himself enveloped him. They were alive- supernatural organisms radiating an aura of despair. It was as if death itself had incarnated itself into solid matter. It was certain: The demon child Baltus' weaker brother, Banned, had reorganized his rag-tag group of scallywags and privateers into a more formidable grouping. These men and women were persona Non Grata in the civilized world, for they could find no peace in its social structures. They were outcasts. Expelled and shunned by even the most degenerate layers of society. Doomsquad. A new nemesis. It's purpose? Not even Banned himself was capable of formulating an answer to that simple question. Doomsquad thrived on chaos. It *was* chaos. Have we met? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Master Hakai Posted January 28, 2016 Report Share Posted January 28, 2016 Mildly intrigued, hakai read the posts in the topic. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Margrave Posted January 28, 2016 Report Share Posted January 28, 2016 * impatiently waits for his shout out * Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
berbers Posted January 29, 2016 Report Share Posted January 29, 2016 Junka Even in pointless prose you fail. you see its snow-capped peak and the clouds upon its slopes. You dream of reaching that pinnacle and drinking the cold waters There is no free flowing water its frozen snow. :psyduck: :facepalm: :blink: :wacko: Dame Hime Themis This is terrible news for the billions who get their drinking water from glacier fed rivers. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
porksaber Posted January 29, 2016 Report Share Posted January 29, 2016 With winter came discontent. The cold walls of the condominium echoed with voices of the ghosts of happier times. Porksaber remembered the weekend get-aways to go antiquing, to the bodegas for late brunches, and frivolous times along the promenade wistfully watching the handsome young men pushing carts of steaming dim sum. It had been a few days since he last heard from his beautiful Partisan, and he slipped into despair that he'd not hear any more in the days to come. What had started off so powerfully and passionate now seemed to vanish like summer bubbles. Where was he now, and why had his flame burned out so quickly? He turned up the thermostat and cursed the empty box of k cups - knowing no matter how warm it was inside, he'd still feel chilled to the bone. Outside the window he saw children playing. It reminded him of happier times. Times that have passed. Times that he'll never know again. He sobbed into the emptyness. Alone. With his back against the stainless steel of the refrigerator. Filled with cold duck. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Master Hakai Posted January 29, 2016 Report Share Posted January 29, 2016 Hakai, pushing a steaming cart of dim sum, neatly parts his hair neatly on the side and pleasantly waves pleasantly at the PigSwerd. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Hime Themis Posted January 30, 2016 Report Share Posted January 30, 2016 This is terrible news for the billions who get their drinking water from glacier fed rivers. Berbers Brilliant how many get that water at the pinnacle???? :facepalm: you see its snow-capped peak and the clouds upon its slopes. You dream of reaching that pinnacle and drinking the cold waters Glorious ineptitude +1 Dame Hime Themis Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lemac Posted January 30, 2016 Report Share Posted January 30, 2016 Super-cooled water is not necessarily frozen....... :ehm: Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
berbers Posted January 30, 2016 Report Share Posted January 30, 2016 Berbers Brilliant how many get that water at the pinnacle???? :facepalm: you see its snow-capped peak and the clouds upon its slopes. You dream of reaching that pinnacle and drinking the cold waters Glorious ineptitude +1 Dame Hime Themis Or you know the snow capped peak i am looking at out my window that has an unfrozen river running from probably not quite the pinnacle but close enough for your argument to be worthless. Or does all water flash freeze in the first snow of the year where you are from? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
USMC123 Posted January 31, 2016 Report Share Posted January 31, 2016 Yeah I hate to back up Tywin, but the presence of snow and flowing water are definitely not mutually exclusive things. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
gunzzz Posted January 31, 2016 Report Share Posted January 31, 2016 What a weird thing to debate about anyway Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Hime Themis Posted February 2, 2016 Report Share Posted February 2, 2016 (edited) Or you know the snow capped peak i am looking at out my window that has an unfrozen river running from probably not quite the pinnacle but close enough for your argument to be worthless. Or does all water flash freeze in the first snow of the year where you are from? Berbers Nice try arguing something completeley stupid. Even you admit that the pinnacle is frozen and there is no running water. you see its snow-capped peak and the clouds upon its slopes. You dream of reaching that pinnacle and drinking the cold waters Odd that quote did not say you see the rapidly melting snow and you dream of reaching a point some 2000 ft near the pinnacle and drinking the melt water. :facepalm: Close enough is not the same as IS and frankly is nonesense anyway close enough as in what a 1000 ft, 2000ft. A simple "oops misread it" would have been fine now you are going for compound stupid. The pinnacle of a peak not a glacier as you also stupidly suggested, does not have running water on it. It snows.If it is raining you get running water odd that quote did not mention drinking the cold water in the rain. It then pushes the snow down the slope where it meets a warm enough temperature to melt and form what we like to call water. What snow capped peak do you claim to look out on that has an "unfrozen river" near the pinnacle? Again you really do not understand the language no mountain tops have unfrozen "Rivers" on them. I am going to guess you would write in the same pathetic fashion as that great writer. riv·er/ˈrivər/ noun a large natural stream of water flowing in a channel to the sea, a lake, or another such stream Well done. Dame HIme Themis Edited February 2, 2016 by Hime Themis Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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