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Apr 15, 2013 7:29:52 GMT -8
Post by Whill Sahn on Apr 15, 2013 7:29:52 GMT -8
*Chaos is swirling with darkside energies, those who call themselves Sith and Dark Jedi tend to hang in these areas, tormenting the unfortunate souls who have mistakenly wandered in to this section of the netherworld*
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May 22, 2013 15:42:29 GMT -8
Post by Diva, from Aeons Torn on May 22, 2013 15:42:29 GMT -8
There was a special sector here in the nether, filled with cursed souls who numbered many, vast, and uncountable. They remained in this chaos because it was punishment; they remained meaningless because they were cowards. This population of loss were made up of those who abandoned their posts, who tossed down their weapons when evil came to take them. In their ranks, were many who turned their own tools upon themselves, thus forever shaming their name into a state of nothingness. They were, of course, victims of the old Queen, who spawned many ages before: a result of the fear and torment all living things are drawn to. She gave them a gospel, preached to them of another, more peaceful way, borne in bloodshed and organ failure. It was but a brief violence, and then all was warmth. But the fools here not only refused, they refused like cockroaches.
The brave, the bold, the good, and pure, who died fighting -they enjoyed peace in Harmony.
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May 29, 2013 13:56:11 GMT -8
Post by Diva, from Aeons Torn on May 29, 2013 13:56:11 GMT -8
Among this mass there was nothing of note. They were in limbo, waiting so long for something to declare they were free that they had forgotten their inadequacy. Fresh meat, however, suffered a most delicious torture, as they replayed their final moments over and over, taking in the horrors that befell them, and the family that left them behind in the realm of the living. Were they already forgotten? Had lovers moved on? Did any of their siblings know of their final acts of cowardice? And when would their gods come to judge them?
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'Lady Liberty,' they had called her. This was on account of her hairstyle, which consisted of gelled hair spiked up, following a semi circle around the base of her head. Inspiration for this get-up came from her favorite author, famous for his 'Man-at-End' series of novels, which detailed the daily lives of the citizens of a city on a fictional planet. In particular, she had loved his description about a place so rife with hostility, that one could cut it with a cosmic knife. There was statue in the bay, a green woman with a torch welcoming the jaded and foolish into the city's dirty embrace. Ah, but nostalgia had no place in Chaos. Once again, demise replays in Liberty's mind. Oh, the horror.
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May 30, 2013 18:49:13 GMT -8
Post by Diva, from Aeons Torn on May 30, 2013 18:49:13 GMT -8
Could the dark side truly force her to relive these events over and over? In her life, the lady had not learned much about those swirling energies that where always on the edge of everyone's awareness. It was always a subject that troubled the everyday soldier. These guys wouldn't even have their units survive intact in combat operations against troopers of equal caliber, how could they even hope to stand their ground against these magicians that took advantage of some abstract concept to cause great harm and create works. Why should she be punished for following a course of action that any person in her boots would follow?
That day was bad. Comms were down, squads went missing, and any runners you managed to find were sprinting away with a wild gaze, screaming about every imaginable kind of nonsense. Fear choked their explanations, and there was a lot of mumbling about the things you find in the old books. Guys were talking about vampires, and ghouls, poison fog, and possessed troopers who fought like they spawned from the nether, abusing the corpses of the fallen, and hanging the vanguard from street posts or balconies. Armored columns would roll by the checkpoint, and not a single vehicle returned. Every CO seemed a nervous wreck, and that only helped with spooking the other guards. When would it end; well, hindsight being 20/20, she knew it would be in about another two hours, should Chaos decide to continue to prod her down memory lane.
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Jun 5, 2013 13:51:23 GMT -8
Post by Diva, from Aeons Torn on Jun 5, 2013 13:51:23 GMT -8
. . . in the place where all those souls are sent to rest crashes a fiery comet made of blue aetherius. Realms of the long forgotten reverberate from it's impending crash, as if the Netherworld could ever hope to escape what came. This is new. New is not the adding of members to this part of Chaos. More fleshbags were always coming in from the Limbo Hills -30 more had come in a rather recent span of time. Naturally, down here a week or an hour felt about the same. But this, this caused the useless plains to tremble, and caused the remains of those lost to have their nether-physical hair stand on end. What was this familiarity? This fear which begged for Liberty to run faster than the sods gathering around her, to sprint before whatever came from the violent cloud burst passed its judgment." I'm freaking dead. I died! My head was cut off. How can this possibly get any worse?" Lady spoke to no one in particular, but some of the ghosts grunted in approval. Others melded into the accursed dirt. Still more, in good sense, fled to the warped landscape. Liberty was transfixed upon this blue crater, glued by the sultry wormhole patterns that swirled through the murk. And then she knew exactly what it was that peered from midnight. Her hands clenched upon her head, which sat tightly pressed upon her lap. Waves of ancient malice lash out against every fiber of her awareness, and to remember to hold on was all she could do to keep from rolling away like bad cigarette smoke blown to oblivion.
Out comes the witch seething with rage so pure it bellows like steam off its body, filling the mystical airs with ice cold fog. Eyes open, burning with all the intensity of twin blue lightsabers igniting. Its breath roars with the deep rumble of thunder; its skin glowers with the eye melting insanity of spiteful lightning. Back to its home and caught off guard, and it has a mind to rip up continents again and again and again. Diva twists in a bone crunching spasm, and shrieks the source of woe into her realm, cursing the enemy with every iota of hatred that has, does, and will exist. "ERALAMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!"
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Jun 6, 2013 21:23:37 GMT -8
Post by Diva, from Aeons Torn on Jun 6, 2013 21:23:37 GMT -8
Burp fire. Spit ice. Jump of a cliff. Cut off your tongue. Do anything, do anything, do anything.
"You!"
Crap.
The wicked little witch was of course, of all souls, pointing to the one woman in the immediate area whose head was cut off quite effectively. Why couldn't she bother one of the aliens? Why this? Why that? It was almost as bad as the day she died. Stuttering, Liberty points to herself, quite taken aback at how much rage rolled off every movement this creature undertook.
"Me?"
Of course, this somehow manages to piss off the Witch further. Diva begins to stomp with her hands raised to the level of her eyes, stretched out to choke the living unlife from Lady.
"Yes! You! Who freaking else?! This isn't the fucking Galactic City, is it?!"
Meep.
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Jun 17, 2013 8:57:14 GMT -8
Post by Diva, from Aeons Torn on Jun 17, 2013 8:57:14 GMT -8
"Wha-wha-wha what do you want from me. You killed me already. Is there another away to die, a death of the spirit?"
Diva takes a page out of her hated enemy's book and rolls her glowing eyes.
"Grrrrr... No wonder you suck and only lasted eleven seconds against me. No, Stupid. I'm not here to kill you again or touch you in bad places. Listen, Cur. Hearken, Servant, Familiar. What the fuck is happening down here?"
She points upwards, and they both look. It appears a large swirling mountain had manifested on the undead plains. Worse yet, there was this horrible racket coming from it -as if they were at a stadium at a world cup for whatever the sport was.
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Jul 3, 2013 9:08:47 GMT -8
Post by Diva, from Aeons Torn on Jul 3, 2013 9:08:47 GMT -8
Diva's eyes bulge slightly.
"Well, that looks like a problem. Okay, Loser, my orders stand as thus: help me up the mountain and I'll help you into dust. They call me monster my friends claim and rust but really this is about peace, peace and trust."
Um, what? Liberty definitely did not understand what was said.
"Pick up a fucking book once in a while, Yeesh."
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Aug 27, 2013 17:57:46 GMT -8
Post by L???? ?o R?? on Aug 27, 2013 17:57:46 GMT -8
'I would just like to think, not why it happened to me, but why was I saved? What else can I do now?'
"Are you still there?" The voice of a young girl called out in the twilight, but there was nobody there to answer. There was no body there. No body. Just a voice. The unyielding twilight of Chaos gives her no rest. Red skies and purple cliffs, forever. Air pregnant with black ash, souls sealed in orange burning embers.
The bodyless voice wanders here and there. Always with the same question. "Are you still there?" Lost.
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Aug 28, 2013 12:09:45 GMT -8
Post by L???? ?o R?? on Aug 28, 2013 12:09:45 GMT -8
I die, but by some curse, slowly. In what shape did all these souls leave their lives? Cursed, or not? Pathetic things are all but unrecognizable now. Recognition is not important, what is important is responsiveness. The voice has yet to encounter a reply.
"Are you still there?"
Why is it important? Why is anything important? Just that the curse is not yet over or has not yet begun. The land of death is a pivot. The pivot breathes.
The questions cease. Another phrase takes their place. "K... ... ...Kil-" She doesn't or can't finish the word. Next time, then. Next time she will do better.
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Sept 5, 2013 7:43:30 GMT -8
Post by L???? ?o R?? on Sept 5, 2013 7:43:30 GMT -8
The voice cries out more strongly this time. "Purpose is this errand, be fruitful. To light our way, lead to the completion of the knowledge. The ascension of godhood into a new era!" It sounds confused. But what...is this static? Why does it exist? Chaos is Chaos. A bolt of lightning flickers across the sky but no thunder results. The Keeper of the Gate is angry. The sands of time swirl endlessly. Smoke rises but does not fall.
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Sept 11, 2013 7:25:43 GMT -8
Post by L???? ?o R?? on Sept 11, 2013 7:25:43 GMT -8
Vile green fluid falls from the sky in sporadic bursts Caustic And it eats at the soul until the tissue is solved to the innermost fear.
"Unending rainfall of stilts above the surface, there was a plan. Sought with the power to fruition; but it may yet exist."
More static.
"The power of Chaos, away from the prying eyes of the Universe."
Lime showers cascade Acid most potent Which eats away the spirit until all that remains is death.
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Sept 18, 2013 18:35:58 GMT -8
Post by L???? ?o R?? on Sept 18, 2013 18:35:58 GMT -8
"Hello there."
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Sept 23, 2013 8:50:19 GMT -8
Post by L???? ?o R?? on Sept 23, 2013 8:50:19 GMT -8
The voice encounters the ghostly figure of Freedon Nadd. It would not have known him for such, except that he introduced himself and seemed to be trying to command respect.
Shame on the dead, for they no longer live. "Wasted words and squandered time, what are you doing here? Forget not the purpose and attend it dutifully, save your chatter for the idle."
Freedon Nadd shuts up. The voice does not forget that he is here.
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Oct 28, 2013 9:07:23 GMT -8
Post by L???? ?o R?? on Oct 28, 2013 9:07:23 GMT -8
Inside a dark citadel whose dome is supported by corroded black rough-edged pillars and whose sides are fully open to the smoky atmosphere of Chaos is a gathering of spirits of the dead.
Shame on the dead, for they no longer live.
The voice appears in their midst. "Judge."
The spirits rustle. They whisper. "...Unworthy to taste idle words. Seal inside! You let your ground..." The spirits do not like this.
They drift towards the center. A red glow appears at their feet. The stone floor is heating. "...If you only knew what that meant! Your eyes would see. Serve me now!" But the spirits do not listen to the voice. No one listens to the voice.
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Dec 29, 2013 15:35:48 GMT -8
Post by Absalom on Dec 29, 2013 15:35:48 GMT -8
Chaos...the maelstrom where evil came to pay for their sins. Here, where the darkness was most powerful, and the darklings were weakest; this is where they put him. Where the realm was most fierce- the eye, the core, or as they call it here, the pit.
Here was where the monster known as Absalom had been imprisoned. No mortal bindings could shackle him. Only chaos could do that. Here, his power meant nothing. His dark nature fed the maelstrom, while sapping him of his strength. Here lies Absalom. Defiler, Murderer, Burner of Worlds, Scourge of Life and Kin to Death.
Bound in invisible chains, contained by the invisible cage, it was here that the Dark being festered. Here was where he contemplated his loss, and plotted his return. Little did the galaxy know, he would return. One day. He made sure of that. The galaxy would not be ready for his return. His name was purged from history records, his influence erased from the galaxy. He was nothing but a distant nightmare, something that could only be seen by the minds of the weak- the only minds he could still push. But that would not last much longer. Soon, he would return. Soon the galaxy would remember his name.
Soon, Absalom would make the Universe burn...
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Dec 30, 2013 6:58:11 GMT -8
Post by L???? ?o R?? on Dec 30, 2013 6:58:11 GMT -8
The voice came to know things But is that even possible if a voice does not have a mind of its own? But if a voice does not have a mind of its own then how can it speak? The voice came to know things because it has a mind of its own.
Still it wanders the endless realm of Chaos. Still it yearns to return to the world of the living, because here it is naught but a fragment of things that used to exist there.
It encounters the anomalous being trapped in an eternal prison and wonders at what it has come across.
This one is not Freedon Nadd. This one is not Darth Sidious or Naga Sadow or Exar Kun. This one does not introduce itself yet. "Shame on the dead, for they no longer live." Cruelly ironic.
But the hatred bred by waiting and multiplied further by more waiting is palpable even at a great distance And hatred without focus is rather akin to a magnet The voice pierces the darkness as it addresses Absalom.
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Apr 28, 2014 6:30:09 GMT -8
Post by L???? ?o R?? on Apr 28, 2014 6:30:09 GMT -8
A place exists and that is unremarkable If your virtue is being, find another virtue.
But this place exists, and it is remarkable for its phenomenon. In its name, fire, but in its essence, something different entirely; for what we know of fire is that it is radiated energy, generated from consumption of fuel, which itself must be able to burn. But the flames in this place are not consistent. They absorb energy, and the medium which produces them is neither flammable nor consumed. Minerals, minerals marie. Inorganic matter which does not lend itself to burning. But even this identity contradicts itself, for it is no rigid crystal (although at times it takes the form of;) but an amorphous gel which writhes as if it is being burned by the ice-cold white tendrils gamboling across its surface.
The spirit is here. It eyelessly peers into the glimmering oblivion plasma. And it speaks in somber susurrations, since speech is the symbol of stature.
"Fool. Even are the...touch me! Then who is worthy? Respite, suffering. There will only be this left!"
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Jan 25, 2016 17:55:00 GMT -8
Post by Di Fastski on Jan 25, 2016 17:55:00 GMT -8
That hurt!!!!!!! Where is this freakshow??? Hey I'm a whole lot lighter.... Wow - I really am a mess... I'm dead!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Orange? ACH!!!
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Jan 28, 2016 22:05:55 GMT -8
Post by Di Fastski on Jan 28, 2016 22:05:55 GMT -8
Well this is pretty lame.... I thought that we'd have blood, wrath and the hey hey hey.....
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