King of the Hello Kitty Fanclub
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Hey All!
As mentioned before in another topic somewhere else a couple days ago. I'm interested in writing a fan-fic based on the fight club, as named in the topic. So far, I've only written the prologue, (see next post) it's about a page and a half and is more of a teaser/self test to see if I can still write...
I'll be honest and admit that I haven't really thought much of what I'm going to do with the story past the prologue, but as the title suggests, I plan to tie it in somehow with the end of the Mayan calendar end of the world conspiracy thing (which I don't personally believe in, just thought it would be cool.)
Anyway, I'll probably involve most if not all of the fighters that are listed in the current bio thread, and it'll probably be heavily faction-based, so if you're not involved in one of the factions I'll probably assign you to one as I see fit (don't worry if you don't want / aren't interested in factions, it's just for the purposes of the story).
I'm also writing this in my spare time so I can't guarantee how often I'll be able to update, depends I guess on feedback and how much of the story I plan out in my head, hopefully I'll at least be able to finish it. At this stage I'm planning to write it solo, but if it grows beyond the amount I can do on my own, I might be interested in getting help from somebody here.
As always, comments, criticisms, hate mail and suggestions are always welcome hopefully most of it's good
And without further ado; the prologue.
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Prologue: Felling of the Fallen
Magus sat down on the grand leather chair with a thump as he reached in his pocket for his pack of cigarettes.
"Want one?"
He asked as he put his feet up on the large wooden desk, his heavy boots shaking clumps of dirt onto the fine oak. He looked across the other side of the room at the Demon Rocky who had begun to shrink down to his human form, he was breathing hard with fresh blood still dripping from his fists. Magus took a deep drag from his cigarette and blew out a thick plume of smoke, the ash falling onto the blood red carpet below.
"You okay?"
Magus asked, not really expecting an answer as he eyed his partner up and down, Magus eyes narrowed as he watched Rocky begin to shake almost uncontrollably.
"Don't start freaking out on me; I don't need an unstable beast. Keep it together."
"I'm fine. It's just...I never..."
Rocky trailed off as he looked down at his bloody palms. A wicked smile began to form on his lips, as he began to chuckle.
"We did it...He's dead. He's really dead!"
Rocky leaned his body back and gazed up at the large cavernous cieling. Although he'd been here many times, he'd never truly appreciated how grand this chamber was. This room, this...place, was full of horrible memories, but at last, Rocky felt a new air about, a change had come, a change that he had created and one for the better, at least he thought. He looked over at Magus who was still enjoying his cigarette, perched comfortably at the desk. The Vampire began to relax, his comrade had finally begun to regain his senses. He flicked his cigarette across the room and immediately reached for another. Today was a day worth celebrating he thought as he lit this new cigarette resting in-between his lips.
"Sure you don't want one? Might help settle you a bit."
Magus asked, holding the packet out, a filter already poking out from the top of the pack. Rocky walked slowly over, ignoring the number of corpses littering the floor, demons and the like. All of them weak, all of them dead by his hand. He reached over and pulled the cigarette from the packet, Magus quickly produced a light and held it up for Rocky, once lit the Demon took in a deep drag, coughing slightly, not used to inhaling cigarette smoke.
Magus grinned, mostly to himself. It amazed him sometimes how innocent Rocky seemed, despite it all. The Vampire sat up quickly as he began to rummage through the drawers of the desk. His eyes lit up as he found what he was looking for, an unopened bottle of Hennessy Privilegé V.S.O.P.
Say what you will about his personality, but his taste in liquor was definitely above average.
Magus mused as he quickly unscrewed the cap and held the bottle to his lips, taking in a large mouthful of the brown liquid. Letting out a heavy sigh as he felt the drink burn its way down his throat, he handed the bottle to Rocky and motioned to drink. Rocky took the bottle questioningly as he copied the motions of Magus, pressing the bottle to his lips and taking in a large mouthful. The liquid burned as it went down his throat, but it was good. Rocky grinned as small traces of the drink dribbled down the side of his mouth. He took another drag of his cigarette as he sat down in the chair opposite Magus, slamming the bottle onto the table as he did and sliding it over to Magus.
"So, what now my friend?"
Magus asked as he took another swig of the drink, wiping his mouth with his sleeve and sliding the bottle back.
"What now ?
Rocky said, his voice trailing off as he fixated his gaze toward the mound of corpses piled up at the end of the room.
I think what now is we unleash hell!"
Rocky let out a deep laugh, joined shortly after by Magus, as the two creatures leaned back in their chairs.
Amidst the fallen, lay Lucifer, the lord of the underworld, or at least the former lord of the underworld, his body strewn about the literal sea of corpses that had littered the floor. The great fallen angel lay in a pool of his own blood, fist holes punctured right through his body the only marks on his otherwise immaculate suit, his horrible, mutilated face was twisted and disfigured from the obvious beating he received; his mouth was contorted into a vengeful shriek. The stench emanating from his body was still as potent as ever and his sizzling, burning body still venting small amounts of steam from the cuffs and collar of his shirt.
All hell rejoiced in the death of their evil taskmaster, and all hell cowered in fear at the two who managed to kill him.
As mentioned before in another topic somewhere else a couple days ago. I'm interested in writing a fan-fic based on the fight club, as named in the topic. So far, I've only written the prologue, (see next post) it's about a page and a half and is more of a teaser/self test to see if I can still write...
I'll be honest and admit that I haven't really thought much of what I'm going to do with the story past the prologue, but as the title suggests, I plan to tie it in somehow with the end of the Mayan calendar end of the world conspiracy thing (which I don't personally believe in, just thought it would be cool.)
Anyway, I'll probably involve most if not all of the fighters that are listed in the current bio thread, and it'll probably be heavily faction-based, so if you're not involved in one of the factions I'll probably assign you to one as I see fit (don't worry if you don't want / aren't interested in factions, it's just for the purposes of the story).
I'm also writing this in my spare time so I can't guarantee how often I'll be able to update, depends I guess on feedback and how much of the story I plan out in my head, hopefully I'll at least be able to finish it. At this stage I'm planning to write it solo, but if it grows beyond the amount I can do on my own, I might be interested in getting help from somebody here.
As always, comments, criticisms, hate mail and suggestions are always welcome hopefully most of it's good
And without further ado; the prologue.
---------- Double Post below was added at - 05:18 PM has been merged with this post created - 05:15 PM at ----------
Prologue: Felling of the Fallen
Magus sat down on the grand leather chair with a thump as he reached in his pocket for his pack of cigarettes.
"Want one?"
He asked as he put his feet up on the large wooden desk, his heavy boots shaking clumps of dirt onto the fine oak. He looked across the other side of the room at the Demon Rocky who had begun to shrink down to his human form, he was breathing hard with fresh blood still dripping from his fists. Magus took a deep drag from his cigarette and blew out a thick plume of smoke, the ash falling onto the blood red carpet below.
"You okay?"
Magus asked, not really expecting an answer as he eyed his partner up and down, Magus eyes narrowed as he watched Rocky begin to shake almost uncontrollably.
"Don't start freaking out on me; I don't need an unstable beast. Keep it together."
"I'm fine. It's just...I never..."
Rocky trailed off as he looked down at his bloody palms. A wicked smile began to form on his lips, as he began to chuckle.
"We did it...He's dead. He's really dead!"
Rocky leaned his body back and gazed up at the large cavernous cieling. Although he'd been here many times, he'd never truly appreciated how grand this chamber was. This room, this...place, was full of horrible memories, but at last, Rocky felt a new air about, a change had come, a change that he had created and one for the better, at least he thought. He looked over at Magus who was still enjoying his cigarette, perched comfortably at the desk. The Vampire began to relax, his comrade had finally begun to regain his senses. He flicked his cigarette across the room and immediately reached for another. Today was a day worth celebrating he thought as he lit this new cigarette resting in-between his lips.
"Sure you don't want one? Might help settle you a bit."
Magus asked, holding the packet out, a filter already poking out from the top of the pack. Rocky walked slowly over, ignoring the number of corpses littering the floor, demons and the like. All of them weak, all of them dead by his hand. He reached over and pulled the cigarette from the packet, Magus quickly produced a light and held it up for Rocky, once lit the Demon took in a deep drag, coughing slightly, not used to inhaling cigarette smoke.
Magus grinned, mostly to himself. It amazed him sometimes how innocent Rocky seemed, despite it all. The Vampire sat up quickly as he began to rummage through the drawers of the desk. His eyes lit up as he found what he was looking for, an unopened bottle of Hennessy Privilegé V.S.O.P.
Say what you will about his personality, but his taste in liquor was definitely above average.
Magus mused as he quickly unscrewed the cap and held the bottle to his lips, taking in a large mouthful of the brown liquid. Letting out a heavy sigh as he felt the drink burn its way down his throat, he handed the bottle to Rocky and motioned to drink. Rocky took the bottle questioningly as he copied the motions of Magus, pressing the bottle to his lips and taking in a large mouthful. The liquid burned as it went down his throat, but it was good. Rocky grinned as small traces of the drink dribbled down the side of his mouth. He took another drag of his cigarette as he sat down in the chair opposite Magus, slamming the bottle onto the table as he did and sliding it over to Magus.
"So, what now my friend?"
Magus asked as he took another swig of the drink, wiping his mouth with his sleeve and sliding the bottle back.
"What now ?
Rocky said, his voice trailing off as he fixated his gaze toward the mound of corpses piled up at the end of the room.
I think what now is we unleash hell!"
Rocky let out a deep laugh, joined shortly after by Magus, as the two creatures leaned back in their chairs.
Amidst the fallen, lay Lucifer, the lord of the underworld, or at least the former lord of the underworld, his body strewn about the literal sea of corpses that had littered the floor. The great fallen angel lay in a pool of his own blood, fist holes punctured right through his body the only marks on his otherwise immaculate suit, his horrible, mutilated face was twisted and disfigured from the obvious beating he received; his mouth was contorted into a vengeful shriek. The stench emanating from his body was still as potent as ever and his sizzling, burning body still venting small amounts of steam from the cuffs and collar of his shirt.
All hell rejoiced in the death of their evil taskmaster, and all hell cowered in fear at the two who managed to kill him.