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    • Cyberpunk Mainline 3

      11 years ago

      PsykerKaregg

      I looked into the wizard's face and smiled.

      "I'm leap frogging you and then your going to get out of the way and stay out of it. This wont last long."
      {CABAL, Berserker protocols now!}

      Metabolism spike initiated, Core temperature rising. Adrenaline spike initiated, reflexes increased by 38.97%. Bezerkang stimulant trickle initiated. Five minutes of bezerkang begins now.

      Concious thought left Bale. He grabbed onto Hazakaro's shoulder pulled up as he leapt and landed in front of the wizard. He bent forward and threw his arms back. The Cretin saw the cyborg fighter rush forward at him and he was about to let loose another howl at the oncoming foe as a clenched fist punched through his jaw from his right, forcing the head on its vulture's neck to snap to the left. A shin smashed into its gut from a round house kick and then an elbow from the cyborg's left arm smashed into its nose. The demon's backhand sent the cyborg flying into a backflip.

      Bale planted his hands down and kicked his legs over as he continued to skid backwards the concrete actually breaking and pushing up against the other pieces. He sprinted forward again and the Cretin threw a punch rather than trying to claw its attacker. Bale caught the much larger hand in his good arm, squeezed cracking some small bones and wrenched it to a side, ligaments and tendons strianed and tearing he brought his left hand across its face and then jabbed into the wound made by his gun earlier the fingers pushing deep into the flesh. The Cretin roared in pain.

      He let out of flurry of punches to the chest and ribs of the Cretin. It was his heightened metabolism and cybernetics that allowed him to snap off 23 punches in 2 seconds, 15 of which got through. Then he headbutted it square in the face and grabbing it by its shoulders he threw it into the side of a building. A demon was a living being and just like any other living being was susceptible to injury such as broken bones, cuts, concusions and all sorts of wounds. They were just more resiliant in the face of them and were less likely to sustain them. But the thin bones of a Cretin's wings are going to give long before a brick wall does as they did now.

      Bale sprinted forward again grabbing the beast by the throat he pulled out from it's depression in the wall before slamming it back in again. The monster headbutted him and he was sent sprawling backwards. Hazakaro sent a bolt of energy flying that impacted into the depression in the wall a second after the demon vacated it. The demon actually took a second too mock the blind old Taoist.

      "Two wasn't enough for you to sacrifice to me? I'll enjoy ripping the flesh from his face and then ill finish you this time!"

      "You should pay more attention to your surroundings!"

      Ball lightning streaking an inch above the ground came from either side and converged on the demon and it shrieks were from the depths of hell, as for a moment one could even see the bones inside its body. It howled expelling the electricity from his body and sending the Hazakaro flying. When he turned to find the cyborg it was crouched underneath its center of gravity shoving him back and hooking its ankle with his foot he pulled it back. The demon toppled onto its back and Bale followed it by driving his prosthetic through its upper arm and into the concrete to pin it in place. Using his right arm he held the other limb down as he stretched out his mouth and small metal needles in fleshy growth slid down his canines to slick out.

      He bit down on its neck and the pressure on the needle tips caused the potent neurotoxins stored in small prosthetic glands in the roof of his mouth to be injected into the Cretin. That was it, there was an a reverse jolt and CABAL could once again could be heard.

      Noble Antistimulant succesfully administerd, Metabolism falling to normal output. Core temperature is at 101.23% and declining. Flushing all unabsorbed Berserkergang stimulant from bloodstream, 12 seconds until completion. The Betcher's Glands are now producing more neurotoxin. Welcome back.

      {Good to be back CABAL. It's easy to see how my ancestors were considered maniacs.}

      The Cretin was foaming at the mouth, spasming in the last moments of its life as its mind was consumed by Bale's venom. The Cyborg freed his arm from its body and then standing aside Hazakaro chanted until it caught flame then he murmurred something about his two comrades. They turned and walked away.

      ******************************************************************************************************************************************

      Bale was sitting in a chair, an Auto-Doc assembly controlled by CABAL repairing the damaged prosthetic. Hazakaro stood to the side his arms crossed. Bale looked at the Taoist.

      "So what next?"

      "When your arm is repaired I will teach you my most basic spells."

      "No, in the grand scheme of things whats next for you."

      "I don't know. I and my two comrades were the last of our band that set out from the temple. Perhaps I will return there."

      "Well, I can use the help and I actually have plenty of money. Want to sign on with me? Room and board for lessons and advisement and assistance in hunts. If you need something to work you let me know and I'll do my best to procure it."

      "I think this would be good. Tell me though, what is your real name?"

      "That man doesn't exsist anymore. It's just Bale now."

    • Cyberpunk Mainline 2

      11 years ago

      PsykerKaregg

      "Imiray ton sa, Imiray ton sa, Imiray ton sa..."

      Hazakaro was chanting while he held his hands to form a triangle. A pale blue glow eminated around the edges of his form.

      "Are we close Hazakaro?"

      "Very nearly... I am trying to pinpoint where he has gone to ground."

      Auditory senses have deteced movement aproximately 210 feet away bearing to your 1 o'clock. Something is scraping the concrete. 88.67% probability that this is the intended target.

      "I have him..."

      "What was that Bale?"

      Bale was already gone down a side street.

      {CABAL, bring up the HUD and start increasing my metabolism.}

      Data, targeting markers, and tactical information overlayed itself on his vision. He felt a familiar surge in energy pulse through his body. As he rounded a corner he ducked low under a sweeping hand and then took off full tip covering a 100 feet in just under five seconds as he turned to face the foe. It was something straight out of hell, literally.

      It was hunched over and the neck came out instead of sticking up resembling a vulture of sorts. Reddened skin and claws of black, wings folded behind its back it hissed in anger.

      Enemy is confirmed as a Cretin. This demon is primarily used as a shock troop in large groups to spearhead assaults. Estimate a 87.79% chance of victory.

      "Pretty fast for a mortal! I'll snatch you up next time you get in close enough! BWAHAHAHAHA!"

      Bale watched as a triangular crosshair settled on the demons form and a positive tone sounded inside his head. With a smile he threw back his cloack and fired the backpack multi launcher. 3 small missles shot out to either side of him and streaked towards the demon detonating against him only barely a second of flight. With a snap the launcher now spent detached and clattered to the ground. He wasted no time lifting his left arm and tilted his hand so the palm was open and emptied a clip of .45 rounds into the cloud. Ejecting the spent magazine he replaced it quickly. He heard the flap of wings retreating and realized the Cretin had cut and run.

      "Thrice damned beast! Can't outrun me!"

      He lowered his head and began to sprint after the demon, following it as it turned onto a main road. Bale was moving at the high speeds that only cybernetics or magical assisstance could achieve. He was easily passing and weaving in between cars as the demon flew overhead. Both his arms were locked and swept behind him, combined with his posture standing still he would almost look like someone about to dive into a pool.

      Distance to target is 33 meters and closing at a rate of 2.8 meters every 30 seconds. Core temperature has risen to 98.57 degrees and is now stabilized. It is impossible for you to maintain this speed and fire any projectile weapon, you can slow down and attempt to hit him from afar or close the gap and force him to fight in cc where you can bring all of your weapons to bear. Reccomend the second course of action as it has the greater odds of success.

      A light flashed from the right side of the road and an energy blast struck the demon sending it careening down into an empty lot. Bale slid forward and waited til he had enough traction, he flexed his legs his ass touching the pavement and then launched himself on a low trajectory that cleared the traffic. He landed in a three point stance and then rolled forward after his cybernetics absorbed the majority of the shock.

      He looked up as the demon let loose a piercing howl a visible shockwave rushing towards him that sent him flying to smack into a lightpost. The demon was upon him before he recovered but was taken by surprise as even though his left elbow was in tight with his body the palm was flipped up and he unlaoded another magazine into its left oblique. It howled in pain and it clawed down into the cybernetic limb the claw actually becoming incorporeal for a moment and simply passing through the arm. But this sent biofeedback shock through the limb and his nervous system and it began to spasm and flail about on its own. The demon leapt backwards after the attack.

      WARNING! Control of prosthetic limb has been severed and it is seizuring from biofeedback shock, there is a high risk that it could damage the myomer in the rest of the limb take immediate action.

      Bale responded by slamming the limb again and again into the cement base of the light post by swinging it forward using his shoulder. After five hits it hang limp and slack and lubricants leaked out of the plastiskin sheate. He pressed certain spots on the limb and it straightened the hand and fingers all in a straight line and locked together. Although he could no longer use the limb for fine manipulation or its built in weaponry it now became an effective club and if a thrust was delivered with enough force as a piercing weapon.

      "Time to die you pesky insect."

      Another howl and a beam of energy leapt from its mouth and streaked toward him. Bale closed his eyes and waited for death until a pop in front of him roused him. Hazakaro had teleported right in front of him and was chanting as fast a spossible.

      "BAGUA SON SA, BAUGA SON SA, BAGUA SAN SA!"

      A blue field of shimmering energy formed a barrier that stopped the attack short a scant two feet from his face. Hazakaro looked over his shoulder at the recovering cyborg.

      "Useless was it?"

    • Cyberpunk Mainline 1

      11 years ago

      PsykerKaregg

      Cigar smoke curled around him and wreathed about his head. Soft music played in the background and for a minute, he forgot the troubles that he went and willingly hunted. That didn't make them any less nightmares. There was a chime in the deep recesses of his senses followed by CABAL's voice.

      Unknown individual has entered the front hall. I am unable to accurately observe the man. He is somehow masked from the security sensors.

      "Magic..."

      It is possible, or advanced technology could produce the same effect. However he has not moved from the front hall so I do not believe he has hostile intentions.

      He slid a magazine into the slot on the underside of his left forearm up by the elbow and flexed the artificial muscles in the prosthetic to chamber a round. He slid on his personal ring. If he was going against either magic or another cyborg or just a joe with tech advanced enough to mask him from his cameras he wanted to be ready. He stood up and walked from his study into the front hall. On the way in he caught a glimpse of his guest in a mirror and subvocalized to CABAL.

      {Definately magic.}

      Judging by his clothing I believe that he is a practitioner of Tao magic.

      "Can I help you sir?" Even before he had said soemthing the eyes had been locked on him and followed his movements. A considerable feat for a blind man. The scars started at the edge of his face even with the lips. They went in a diagonal line to about an inch above the eyes. They then cut straight down the vertical slits bisecting his eyes matching up when he looked straight ahead to an inch below the eyes. But a magic user of his level didn't need his original eyes to see.

      "Are you the one they call... Bale?"

      "I could very well be him sir. I could also be a crazed psychopath. Why do you need Bale?"

      "I and two of my comrades were pursuing... one of them. We tracked it for many weeks and only cornered it two days ago. We did not count on his speed and strength coming into play and he managed to close the distance before our spells could have an effect. He slaughtered the other two and then fled at least somewhat injured. It is a mistake i intend to make him regret."

      "Killing your two friends?" At that the old man smiled.

      "Letting me live... I hear you are something of a bane or anethema of sorts to these foes. I wish to put that to the test."

      "You want someone who can trade punches with this thing while you stand far and chant to bring on something-"

      "Final."

      "Useless."

      Caution. I am detecting an anomaly from within the Taoist. I am unable to ascertain its meaning.

      He subvocalized to keep the conversation private.

      {I know I can feel just a wrongness about him. Something here aint shiny.}

      "You underestimate my power? Here... LET ME SHOW YOU!" Their was a slight blurring around the images and Bale stepped to the side and piruoutted as a weathered fist speared through the air he had been in. He touched his palm against the back of the Taoist's neck and made sure he felt the underside of his ring on the jugular. The Taoist froze.

      "The Gom Jabbar... a digiweapon in the hand of a cyborg? What other secrets do you hold Bale?" There were two more secrets in the ring aside from the neurotoxin tipped needle on the underside. A flamethrower that used blessed naphta for a small spray to the face and a flechete launcher. Spaced around the center of the stone of the ring where the flamer was 50 small holes that fired milimeter long and wide poison tipped darts. A gift that was almost as precious to him as CABAL, although he had kidnapped the AI really.

      "A few..." He lowered the ring from the the Taoists neck.

      "So... are you willing to aid me or must I walk this path alone hmmm?"

      "How do you intend to compensate me for putting my life on the line?"

      "I have little money remaining... I could teach you the basics of Tao magic."

      "Well... let me think about that for a minute..." He subvocalized to CABAL.

      {What do you think?}

      I can detect no biological or auditory signs of falsehood. The ability to use magic could prove useful in the future, especially since there is no precedent of a Cyborg using magic. We also get to kill one of them, and this is a good work.

      "Alright... I'm Bale, and you have my help. When we are done chasing this foe... you will begin to teach me your craft."

      "I find this agreement to be satisfactory. I am Hazakaro."

      "Alright then... well they say everyone has their demons... lets go kill yours."

    • Cyberpunk Pilot Part II

      11 years ago

      PsykerKaregg

      Standing up required bracing himself against some rubble. It was harder than it sounded. A familiar scent wafted into his nose and CABAL chimed in his head.

      ALERT ALERT! Olfactory senses have detected increased levels of-

      "Brimstone... Think he's after us?"

      Possible, He could also have simply moved close enough to smell. 17 minutes until detonation.

      "Ideas?"

      In the previous encounter you relied upon the superior abilities granted by your modifications. They are not currently at the same level as before and were unable to defeat him then. You may surprise him if you use your other abilities. They will also help to regulate your temperature as they draw your energy from you. I would start with a barrier. I have injected pain killers into your right arm so that you will not feel the broken bones.

      With a grunt he bent his right arm and held his hand in front of his face. He touched his thumb to his ring finger and his other fingers bisected his face as he began to chant.

      "Bagua san sa, Bagua san sa, Bagua san sa..."

      A light bluish field appeared in front of his face and static electricity began to dance across its surface.

      Core temperature now at 93.87 degrees. Auditory senses have detected footfalls 110 feet away from you and closing. You only have two rounds ready to fire in your weapon. I suggest you reload. There is only one magazine and one caster shell remaining.

      He picked out the last magazine and inserted it into the underside of his left forearm up by the elbow. He then began to chant a different chant focusing on the bullet allready chambered.

      "Pogowa san fa, Pogowa san fa, Pogowa san fa..." energy coalesced into his wrist and so did all the static electricity that had been dancing around.

      Core temperature now at 88.87 degrees. The footfalls will arrive at a location where he can visually detect you shortly. It is now past the point of no return, we are going to die here.

      "CABAL, thanks for your help. You've got my back right?"

      I will advise as best as I can. In fact to your right rear there is an energy source that grows with strength as the footfalls approach.

      It had been a beautiful temple once, now clogged with death and debris that he would soon join until the bomb vaporised everything. Turning he saw a familiar hilt in the rubble.

      "Asura's nanosword... well he wont be needing it where he is.... well he might but he can't take it with him."

      He picked up the blade. Its surface covered in lines like fractures that slowly shifted and glowed with a dull green. He didn't notice as small wires emerged from the hilt and burrowed into his wrist where he saw them squirm jsut beneath the skin.

      "I'm glad you drugged me, that's damn unsettlin'."

      Foreign weapon system has succesfully integrated with your nervous system.

      Words scrolled across his eyesight: Cast in the name of God, ye not guilty.

      "Weapon of God, huh? Let's see how it does against a devil. CABAL activate the HUD, ready the Berserker Protocol, and make peace with the dear and fluffy lord."

      Tactical overlays superimposed themselves on his vision.

      Heads Up Display now active, Berserker protocol is ready for your activation, I have disabled the time limit. 14 minutes and 37 seconds until detonation. It may seem trifle now but I do not subscribe to the human concept of religion, however put in a good word for me.

      "That I can do."

      "WHERE ARE YOU MORTAL!? I'LL HAVE YOUR HEAD!"

      ALERT ALERT! Visual detection imminent.

      "Never should've gotten out of bed this morning..." Closing his eyes he remebered how it started...

    • Cyberpunk 1

      11 years ago

      PsykerKaregg

      There was a cough, and blood came with it.

      "CABAL... Status" the voice in his head responded.

      Core temperature is at 100 degrees and rising. Blood within the body is 0.6 pints below normal. All major and additional arteries intact, two veins have been severed and accounts for two thirds of the blood lost. You have sustained four broken bones, two ribs, right humerous, right carpal. One of your broken ribs has punctured your right lung, this acounts for the other 0.2 pints of blood lost. Your other two lungs are compensating and your respiratory system is still operating at 125% of the norm. Both hearts are functioning at peak output. Clotting agents have already prevented further blood loss. The myomer muscle fiber in the left forearm prosthetic will not respond to tests. One of the heat sinks is damaged and leaking coolant which accoutns for the rise in core temperature.

      "Estimate probability of survival."

      None of the injuries are life threatening with your redundant organs. However, with the loss of one of your two heat sinks opperating at full output could result in heat injuries and the resulting side effects of the more serious heat Injuries. As long as you do not continue to push your body past what your remaining heat sink can compensate for I estimate your chances at 95%.

      "What are my chances of beating this guy?"

      In your current state combined with the damage you inflicted during the previous engagement... not good.

      "Of course you develop a sense of humor towards the end of things eh? CABAL..."

      Yes?

      "Recalculate the previous questi-"

      The result will be unchanged.

      "Include in your variables the activation of the Berserker protocols."

      Warning. Activating the Berserker Protocol will drive your body beyond the limits of your body when it is undamaged which is the reason for the time limit on its use. In your current state it would most likely cause irreperable damage, most likely as a result of the previously mentioned heat injury. Along with further damage you could expect to take in the engagement your odds for survival drop to 12.73%.

      "Answer the gorram question CABAL."

      Your odds for success rise to a more favorable 45.18%. However... extrapolating what I have documented as his ability to pull surprises out of thin air I regard the odds to be even more against you... call it a gut feeling.

      "Countdown status?"

      20 minutes and 23 seconds are remaining.

      "What are the chances... what are the odds they got away?"

      Your auditory senses picked up the sound of a helicopter lifting off while you were engaged in combat. I believe that they are safely away.

      Another cough and more blood.

      "CABAL..."

      The clotting agents have only sealed off the cut veins... the bleeding from your lung has yet to stop...

      "You said-"

      I am well aware of what I said and that I decieved you... It violates your directives but I beleived it neccesary. I did not want you to lose hope for survival. You disabled your foes only means of a speedy escape in your fight. Even operating at the limits imposed by the damage your body has sustained you could escape the blast radius. But you must leave within the next 3 minutes and 23 seconds.

      "CABAL... what are the chances he could also escape?"

      Using only physical means he has a 0.12% chance of escaping the blast radius. However noting his penchant for surprises I cannot accurately estimate the odds.

      "Then I have to hold him here, now. Make sure he doesn't survive this."

      Engaging him now gives a 97.98% chance of ensuring his complete and utter destruction. It almost mutually assures your own demise as well. As I am programmed for self preservation and I rely on you to survive I must reccomend that you do not take this course of action.

      "And if he survives as well?"

      We can cross that bridge when we come to it.

      "Or we make sure he dies here and now and that bridge is one that never needs be crossed by anyone."

      You must decide within the next 115 seconds. After that this line of discussion becomes irrellevant.

      "Well no matter what, I say we die on our feet, dung ma?"

      Then I suggest you stand up.

      That would be something easier said then done.

    • Phobos saga

      11 years ago

      PsykerKaregg

      for all those who wish to read after Shura fucking dropped the bomb in new flight (fuck even i wasn't expecting it, i read his journal and was like HEY HE PLUGGED ME! what a great guy... no sir, our stories are slowly becoming intertwined like a Jaffa and his Prim'ta) or just wanna read an interesting Stargate fanfiction its the place for you

      here it is

    • Shoot 'em Up

      11 years ago

      PsykerKaregg

      is fail

      that is all

    • Battle of the Masterminds

      11 years ago

      PsykerKaregg

      Firstly I apologize for the delay in this write and secondly WHY WASTE YOUR TIME WITH SAPPY APOLOGIES WHEN WE HAVE A BATTLE OF EPIC GOD DAMN PROPORTIONS GOING ON!

      Magneto's back slammed into the wall. He fell to his hands and knees. Slwoly floating down from the rafters was a the Crimsoned caped head of Shadowlaw his hand outstretched and glowing with a blue aura of power. His face was contorted by his grin and beneath his cap Magneto could see the pupil less eyes.

      "So Magneto how do you like my Psycho power?"
      With a wave Magneto was sent flying into the bowels of the warehouse. right before smacking into an I-beam Magneto exerted his power and stopped a few feet from it hanging in the air. He began to let himself down when a hand grabbed the back of his helmet and smashed his face into the beam.

      "A neat trick old man but I can always cave your skull in the old fashioned way,"
      "As can I!"

      Magneto reached behind him and grabbed Bison and sent him flying over his shoulder. there was a wave of displaced dust that radiated out like a blast crater from where Bison's feet almost hit. An inch before though they stopped and he stood upright but perpendicular to beam and parralel to the ground. Bison punched magneto in the face. Apparently hitting the metal helmet didn't even hurt the huge hands Bison.

      "I have tricks of my own Magneto."

      Magneto spun around with his arm out he grabbed rebars from a pile a threw about five of them as he turned, every turn sending more bars flying at Bison. As he spun around the third time Bison greeted him with a smile his arms crossed. Magneto punched at Bison his fist meeting nothing but air. Puzzled Magneto touched his forehead.

      His helmet was off.

      "My psycho power can do more than just throw you around and allow me to fly Magneto. I can also control what you see and perceive... or even control your limbs like a puppet!"

      Bison threw Magneto around like a rag doll smacking him into the walls. Magneto's ribs cracked his lungs ached and then he called his helmet to him. He caught it and put it on just as Bison was making his lungs stay deflated to suffocate him. He cuahgt his breath and then Bison was there delivering a massive knee to Magneto's stomach.

      "Give it up Magneto, I've won."

      Magneto was lying on his back his arm held in front of his face with Bison lording his victory over him. Magneto smiled.

      "That's a nice cape your wearing Bison."
      "Fashion, Magneto.... at a time like this?"
      "And what a pretty gold chain."

      Magneto exerted his power on the chain and clasps that held the cape in place. It wrapped tightly around his neck. Magneto lunged forward and wrapped his arms aropund Bison's pinning them. Bison resisted as best as he could but with a jerk of Magneto's powers the chain snapped his neck. Magneto let Bison's lifeless body fall to the ground.

    • Battle of the Masterminds!

      12 years ago

      PsykerKaregg

      M. Bison

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      A skilled and strong fighter based on physical specifications alone, he harnesses Psycho Power to make himself even stronger. He can levitate and fly and has telekinetic and mind control abilities.

      VS.

      Magneto

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      The master of metal. magneto controls well magnetic fields to manipulate his surroundings giving him a great deal of tactical options on how to dispatch his foes.

    • Battle of the Fantasy Movie Swordsmen!

      12 years ago

      PsykerKaregg

      CONAN VS MADMARTIGAN!

      Madmartigan tightened the straps that held his armor in place. It had been quite some time since his kingdom had been threatened but now some hulking mountain of muscle had lead an army to the very foot of the castle gates. His skills were as sharp as ever and he was confident that his speed and technique would allow him to easily kill this giant named Conan. Madmartigan had challenged him and the terms were that if he won the army would withdraw.

      Conan stood like a statue watching the smaller warrior prepare himself for battle. Conan's armor was much simpler, a codpiece, shoulder pads, bracers and greaves. his cloak was made from the coats of wolves and two of the heads came over either shoulder the teeth clamping down into small holes of the shoulder pads.

      "Alright I'll kill you quickly I wouldn't want to have your army wait to leave any more than they have to."
      "They've been waiting for you dress yourself, like some woman. All that armor won't help you in the end! My sword shall pierce it as easily as if it were your skin!"
      "You'll have to catch me first... are you ready."

      Conan reached up... his thumbs releasing the teeth of the wolf pelts from their grooves the cape fell to the ground. With both hands he drew his sword and stood at the ready as Madmartigan advanced. The smaller fighter began to charge forward in a sprint and with an underhand sling sent a dagger flying at Conan. Conan turned his body to the side and it narrowly grazed his bicep. He turned back as Madmartigan slide feet first between his legs. his upward thrust was parried by Conan's steel. Madmartigan bucked his hips and kicked Conan in the small of his back sending him stumbling forward. Madmartigan reared back and then jumped up onto his feet.

      Conan held his sword in his off hand as Madmartigan closed the distance he lunged inside of his range and decked the knight in the face. Madmartigan staggered back holding his nose.

      "You punched me... Sorsha hit harder than that and she's a woman."

      Conan chuckled again taking the hilt of his sword in both hands. Steel met steel and the two warriors dodged and blocked as best they could. Madmartigan's speed and abandonment managed to get him past Conan's guard scoring several cuts on the limbs but nothing substantial. He saw an opening and thrust his sword into the bare belly of the Barbarian. his swor dwas redirected into the ground where it stuck. his eyes opened wide in panic as he tugged on the handle. before he could simply let go Conan had turned the sword around in his hands and brought its straight down. With a crack his sword was split in two. he pulled a dagger as he staggered a step back and thrust it forward but the strong hands of Conan caught him by the wrist and twisted. Madmartigan twisted to free his wrist but Conan had let go of his sword and his other arm now grabbed the same shoulder of the captured hand and with a wrenching motion pulled it out of socket and then brought his elbow down on the elbow shattering it.

      Madmartigan fell back onto his ass and held up his good hand to ward off any blows as a cheer went up from the camp of Conan's army. Conan picked up his sword and then walked over to Madmartigan. He batted aside the feeble attempt at defense and bent over and grabbed him by the throat. Conan lifted the smaller man into the air and squeezed.

      "I will enjoy the lamentations of your women... it will be music to my ears."

      He squeezed and Madmartigan's eyes rolled back into his head to stare at the back of his eyelids and then into nothingness. Conan dropped the lifeless body and it lay there limply. From atop the battlements a cry of utter sorrow and loss escaped the lips of Sorsha who had watched the fight. Conan smiled... it was music to his ears. He turned his gaze unto the castle and raised his sword and his army cheered and then began the siege. It would be a quick victory.

  • Comments (661)

    • _Sanctuary_

      11 years ago

      I'm not sleeping. Mwuhahhaha.

    • _Sanctuary_

      11 years ago

      Lol. So what are you up to tonight?

    • _Sanctuary_

      11 years ago

      Haha, nice. It's good thing you reminded, I would have never remembered. D:

    • _Sanctuary_

      11 years ago

      Oh yes. I completely forgot about that.
      Lmao. XD

    • _Sanctuary_

      11 years ago

      Haha nice. I.. uhh. I don't know what I was going to say

    • _Sanctuary_

      11 years ago

      Haha, oh really? =P

    • _Sanctuary_

      11 years ago

      True. Lmao.

    • _Sanctuary_

      11 years ago

      City. >.<

    • _Sanctuary_

      11 years ago

      I'm from Alabama.

    • I_AM_L

      11 years ago

      hey you on msn?

    • I_AM_L

      11 years ago

      hi

    • Jenza

      11 years ago

      Pretty much. it's fucking hot.

    • Shado13

      11 years ago

      lol go for it, i would but i'm pretty sure that's the only thing i can't do in photoshop yet

    • jedipoet

      11 years ago

      i can't right now, since i'm at work and turthfully i've not read the world war hulk sereis or a comic in about 5 years. but what i know is that the illuminate try to trnasported him to a peacfull planent where he would be the only person but he got trasported to some world where he became a gladiator and led a slave revolt and then he came back home and is kicking the illuminati's ass.

    • Nixorbo

      11 years ago

      I had written a short story that involved most of the SG Thread regulars. Then I lost it when I accidentally hit "back" before hitting "submit." Your role was as the KrozeCorp PSYKr "Care Egg," which was a bomb or something, I forget offhand. Then I decided I liked PSYKr better than Psyker in the first place. It holds the same visual appeal as the SPNKr from the Halo 'verse, you see.

      What I could remember of the story was posted in my journal ages back. You can dig through if you want, I don't remember exactly when it was.

    • I_AM_L

      11 years ago

      hi

    • I_AM_L

      11 years ago

      sha

    • I_AM_L

      11 years ago

      oo i love history

    • I_AM_L

      11 years ago

      College

      animal sciences and animal phsycology

      you?

    • I_AM_L

      11 years ago

      What do you mean?

    • I_AM_L

      11 years ago

      XD

    • I_AM_L

      11 years ago

      yuri

    • Sionelle

      11 years ago

      I just want to be a published writer and play in a philharmonic. I suppose my degree is mostly for my family who want me to go to college.

    • I_AM_L

      11 years ago

      yep yaoi is sexy as hell

    • Sionelle

      11 years ago

      Well in all reality I'm not really sure, since everything I want to do I don't even need a degree for.

    • Sionelle

      11 years ago

      Currently I'm going for English - Writing, as my major.

    • Rib

      11 years ago

      very good then! thats why i'm not into it as much as i used to be, i still have Angels of Death for 2nd Ed and there's stories and pictures as opposed to army lists and rules. just sucks what GW have done to the universe, the second Tau were in i knew it was going downhill, its used to be gritty, dark and somewhat homorous, but now its rulesy and plastic.

    • Rib

      11 years ago

      thousand sons, good choice, fav chaos army fluff wise, not that there's much fluff going around these days. just way cool.

    • Rib

      11 years ago

      yeah, not so much atm, just moved to a new town and dont have ne1 to game with, i'm still RPing though, havin a bit of fun there, just dont know anyone with figs up this way

      soon though, very soon....

      whats news with yourself

    • Oxford

      11 years ago

      Cool.

    • film_geek

      11 years ago

      check the Iron man thread.

    • film_geek

      11 years ago

      super hero hype?

    • faceforface

      11 years ago

      It's a very fair point. Thanks for the support.

    • Nixorbo

      11 years ago

      Not on my work computer, which is where Paint.net is.

    • Supermoo

      11 years ago

      i have thought about it , but never actually tried because of the cost in time and money. making a spacemarine armoured suit would be kinda fun though!

    • Jalnor

      11 years ago

      Um...

      Click Start, click Run, type Pbrush and hit return. More than enough tools in that to do it wink.png

    • Jalnor

      11 years ago

      Always with. We don't necessarily need to be quite as assholish as was done in the old days, but we do need to carry tradition and we definitely don't need to turn the thread into a warzone for the newer posters. They can go elsewhere for that any day.

    • Nixorbo

      11 years ago

      I figure the mods are cleaning out the dickweed's trash.

    • mikoumi

      11 years ago

      I was thinking Scrubs when you said the thirty cents thing but I didn't want to seem stupid. Haha.

    • mikoumi

      11 years ago

      You've lost me.

    • mikoumi

      11 years ago

      The other one is a nickel!

    • mikoumi

      11 years ago

      I seeee. Fair enough! :)

    • Nixorbo

      11 years ago

      Count Rugen! That's the one!

      Also, in these times of uncertainty and betrayal, I trust no one.

    • film_geek

      11 years ago

      oh, by far.

    • Nixorbo

      11 years ago

      Count I-Can't-Remember-His-Name-at-the-Moment-But-When-I-Do-I'll-Kick-Myself, the six-fingered man.

    • TheTabster

      11 years ago

      Cool stuff.

    • TheTabster

      11 years ago

      I've got a lot of fiction in different genres, probably at least one novel in every genre... but I stick mostly to action/adventure and sci-fi

    • TheTabster

      11 years ago

      Fiction, poetry, songs, news articles, web articles, magazine articles, essays, opinion editorials... pretty much anything.

    • ElWaldorf

      11 years ago

      i know! i call her son spawn!...doesnt help we share similar names.

    • ElWaldorf

      11 years ago

      actually Amarh is the official wine "queen" on the site...just ask her. i know its not pope, but it was someone of the wine royal family

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