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Boc
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| Post #1: 21st Mar 2015 8:03 PM | |
Which two prologues were best? DISCUSS!
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APOCALYPSE 2121 MAFIA
Max strolled across the streets of Boston in the year 2121, a year of great scientific significance and advancement. The Global Foundation, the scientific team consisting of scientists from all the World's great countries, had finally finished the Very Large Hadron Collider, a project many years in the making and it was going to be tested today. With this new machine, mankind would reach new heights and hopefully be able to calculate the existence of the Universe, something that was impossible to be done before. Max waited patiently as all the electric cars and busses slowed down to a stop so he and others could pass the transition point. He walked up to his own electric car as it stood parked in a parking space, recharging its batteries as fast as it could. He looked at the barometer of the charger before he unplugged it.
"92% eh?" Max asked no one in particular, smiling. "I think I can get as far as New York on that."
As he placed the plug back into the battery machine, he looked at the electric watch on his wrist. 2 PM. They were going to start the newly developed Very Large Hadron Collider any time now. He climbed into his car and drove off, thinking of all the great things this new machine would bring to mankind. The moment he changed lanes, he saw some weird things flashing in the sky. Max, along with everyone else in the city of Boston, stopped their cars in the middle of the road only to watch this strange spectacle taking place in the sky. All of a sudden, the flashing lights stopped and a big crack ripped apart the sky. Everyone jumped back in surprise and gasped in horror.
The crack began to open more and more, until finally darkness and fire exploded through it like crazy. Fireballs flew into buildings which prompted everyone to run away the other direction as fast as their legs could carry, in complete and utter fear. Max had forgotten about his car the moment he stepped out of it and little else was on his mind besides running for safety, despair filling his soul from top to bottom.
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Meanwhile, ten thousand meters above the Earth's surface, a man with a long white beard, clad in a long white robe sat on a chair in an office made of white puffy clouds. The bearded man's name was Jehovah, the creator of all things and Chief Executive of Heaven Inc. Most, if not all people, called him God. Sometimes even Allah.
"God!" An angel of the Lord exclaimed as he burst into Jehovah's office. "God, we have an emergency!"
Jehovah turned his attention towards the angel, a pair of wings majestically resting on his back.
"What kind of emergency?" Jehovah asked his angel, patiently.
"The gate to Hell has been opened!"
"Oh no." Jehovah sighed with a sad look on his face. "It took me thousands of years to build this society and now I have to do it all over again?" He sighed even more deeply. "Damn it, and just when things were starting to shape up for mankind."
"God, what are we going to do?"
He rose from his seat to look through some ancient tablets and artifacts. "Let's see. We could flood the world and start over from the beginning?"
"You already did that last time this happened."
"Alright, so how about a huge meteor?"
"Yeah, you know, the Dinosaurs."
Jehovah suddenly put all tablets, scrolls and artifacts back on his table.
"Alright." Jehovah, then said, rolling up his sleeves. "It looks like we have to do this the old fashioned way." Jehovah turned his attention towards the angel standing in his office. "Get me the Archangels."
"Yes, Almighty Ruler."
The angel came back with Jehovah's most renowned angels, those who had served with him the longest, as far back as the dawn of time. Jehovah explained the situation to them as they knelt down in worship. Without a shadow of a doubt, Hell had already started their infiltration among mankind, which prompted Jehovah to act quickly.
"We have no time to lose." Jehovah said.
They all nod in agreement, ready to descend down to Earth to save Humanity from the onslaught of Hell and close the gateway shut. As the Archangels descend into Earth's surface like meteors burning across the sky, Jehovah watched worriedly as the darkness creeping out through the crack placed it's veil on the Sun, covering the World in darkness.
"It begins." Jehovah whispered to himself, feeling the darkness of Hell spreading into reality. The war between Heaven and Hell had started.
The Demons of Hell has infiltrated Humanity. Their mission to bring about the Apocalypse must be stopped. God save us all. - Heaven Inc. Mission Control |
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He slept like a baby. Like a guy without a care in the world. Or maybe…like a person without a conscience. He was a fun-loving guy, for sure. Kind of like an otter, if you will. He was everyone’s friend. Everyone’s favorite. They called him witty, and he was…if perhaps a bit smug.
But, why shouldn’t he be? He had the control. He could pit people against each other if he chose. He could censor them. He could banish them forever. Or just for an hour to toy with them. He could remove their modes of communication. It was his choice. And why not? He deserved it.
Abuse of power? Ha! He scoffed when he heard that. Those who didn’t agree could always remove him from power…lol. If they dared.
So, it was this attitude of entitlement that caused his lips to curl up into a relaxed – if perhaps somewhat evil - smile as he slept. He didn’t hear the soft crush of the carpet and he didn’t feel the shadow as it moved over him. He didn’t feel the knife as it swiftly and silently sliced his throat. Ironic, as he was usually the one cutting throats. But not tonight. Not ever again…
The killer stood back and surveyed the scene, admiring their own handiwork. Knowing it was now time to move quickly and get out but wanting to hold back. Just to savor the moment. It was worth the risk.
Just as swiftly as the killer had arrived, they crept out of the room. Thoughts of reporting back and the celebration which would follow were pushed down for the moment. Caution was the key here. No evidence must be left behind. Stick with the plan. This was the beginning of the end…
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The news of Curtis’s death swept through the FE community and everyone was shocked. All but a select few…but who were they? There was a large suspect pool but those responsible were confident they would get away with this. Still, everyone was being looked at. Seemingly everyone had some kind of motive:
Could it be Stern Vern, who was always struck down by Curtis’s witty retorts?
Was it Nofo who was never allowed to join the Epicmafia games?
What about Rose. Did she secretly wanted to be the sole host of Sausage Island?
Moose had repeatedly declined interest in Sausage Island. But why? Did she secretly hate the late host?
What about Boc, the seemingly quiet and unassuming co-admin? Still waters do run deep, after all.
Could be it Herm? That nice guy act had to be fake…nobody is that nice. What was he hiding?
And speaking of nice…what about Zersch? Just what else did he do while he listened to all that music?
Or Angi? Nobody had ever figured out why she was so upset back at the beginning of the ATTWS Character Tourney. “You guys suck.” But who? Did she mean Curtis? What was she hiding?
Brian was surely a suspect. Curtis had taken over his role of explaining Ghost rules to everyone, afterall. That was HIS job. Plus, didn’t Curtis just recently call him a bully?
Speaking of bullies…was it Buffy? Or maybe JJ? Curtis did always call her a freak, afterall. And she didn’t hide her disdain.
KC was always yelling and swearing at Curtis. Jokingly, of course. Or was it? Was that just a cover for true underlying hatred? It would be brilliant if it was!
And then there was Shadow. The Pet. Curtis’s golden-haired boy. Surely, he wouldn’t have harmed him. But, what a great cover if he had!
Or DD and Sami! What were they always scheming about? BB? Code, perhaps?
And let’s not forget Paul. He was a suspect, as well! Underneath that proper British exterior, who knew what insanity was dwelling? Anyone whose mind dreamt up such things as Labyrinth. Such darkness...
Speaking of sick minds. What about Chris K? What is that duck disguise about, anyway? The self-proclaimed SHAP Podcast host obviously had aspirations of even greater power and control.
And let's not forget Vic. "My Vic!" Did Vic really buy that ruse?
So many suspects, so many motives. Stay tuned for…
Mafia: The End of Tyranny – It lingers no more! |
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The year was 1983. The winter was cold, the hair was big, and glam rock was just beginning to die out. But more importantly, the slasher genre was growing into a Hollywood phenomenon. Movie-goers across the country flocked to see the latest slasher starring Jamie Lee Curtis. Most of these fans would be young wholesome teenagers like those featured in the movies themselves but some formed cruel plans as a result. Several of these sick-os found themselves together on a bus to the greatest amusement park in the country, Willisland.
The bus rolled over the hill into sunny southern Florida, the home of Willisland. The people on board yelled loudly as they took in the sight of towering coasters and attractions. The young Shawn Page could hardly contain himself and was squirming in his seat before being noticed by his mean, ugly, cruel older brother Curtis who quickly pointed and laughed at the younger page. His group of followers who pretend to be individuals quickly ganged up on the young Shawn like the hivemind they were. The brave Vernon took notice of this behavior and jumped to Shawn’s defense.
“But my Curt, what has young Shawn ever done to you?”
“Yeah, what?” Said JJ.
“QUIET BUFFY, YOU MUST NOT EXHIBIT DESCENT OR FREE THOUGHT!” Curtis screamed.
“YEAH, BUFFY!!” echoed a chorus including Shadow, KC, and pretty much the entire Epicmafia group.
“Oh… Sorry” Buffy said softly.
As the verbal and sometimes physical beating of Shawn died down, the bus entered a tunnel. In the darkness, no one could see several people who WERE TOTALLY NOT THE GROUP I MENTIONED BEFORE put on their monster masks and gather around their favorite target of abuse… The most wonderful, kind, and thoughtful Nofo.
Nofo felt several hands grab onto his body. “Um… Like, what are you, like doing? This is so like totally uncool guys!”
For one second, light entered the bus from a crack in the tunnel and Nofo could just barely make out a form in a hockey mask holding a huge machete and the disgusting ginger beard underneath it.
“Um, what are you doing, Cur--” Nofo started to say before he was rudely interrupted.
“SILENCE!” Not-Curtis yelled as he swung the Machete into and out of Nofo’s neck in one sweeping motion just as the bus moved out of the tunnel and into Willisland Parking.
Moose was the first to notice the masked figures huddled around the headless Nofo. “Oh my God, like HELP!!!!!” She screamed. But everyone was distracted by the amusement park so no one cared.
The bus screeched to a stop and the masked figures who were not Curtis and friends took the time in which the tourists did not care about the murder to take off their masks and take their seats on the bus.
Curtis stood up and yelled loudly. “GUYS! A DEAD BODY!!!!!”
Brian looked at Curtis and the suspicious patch of blood on his shirt. “You’re bleeding!!!!”
“It’s not my blood.”
Everyone discarded this suspicious behavior and looked at the dead body.
“Eh, I never liked him anyway.” Nearly everyone mumbled to everyone else. |
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Boc
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| Post #2: 22nd Mar 2015 8:38 PM | |
In a very tight finish, Herm and Nofo move on!
JJ and Curtis have been eliminated | |
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