To Kill a God, Chapter 1: Chimera Tower (IC)

[Nekronia]

The cloud of mist crumpled up in discomfort with the sheer volume of the orchestra, but managed to survive it fine. Jackie solidified wearing an open suit after Karlson's statement, clapping loudly but slowly towards him and Selena. "Bravo, bravo. Nice piece, I'll say. Anywho, I'm gonna go play Benny Hill with Chompy now. Tschau."

Walter. Yes, John? Don't call me John. Anyways, listen to me: When I tell you to do so, I need to to unmerge IMMEDIATELY and brace for the move. As in, as fast as you possibly can and then some. It is critical. You'll get what I mean when it happens. When what happens? I can't risk one of the superiors having telepathy-wiretapping powers or something, then they'll overhear my plan and fuck everything up. Anyways, just be ready the INSTANT I tell you to separate, okay? This is important. Okay, I understand. I'm glad that you're learning to communicate, it really shows th- Shush, I need to focus.

Jackie whipped out his Springfield sniper rifle, holding the trigger in his left hand and the farther end of the weapon in his right, and cracked a shot off at Nolan before calmly walking away and loading the next round into the chamber. He started quietly whistling carnival music to himself as he speed-walked, as though unaware of his surroundings while he performed his actions. In reality, he was intentionally trying to give off this air in order to catch the predator hunting him as he carefully scanned the area. In an even cockier show, the teen returned the big gun onto his back after it was readied and whipped out his peashooter of an M9. He lifted it up in his right hand and... began quickly spinning it on his index finger as he calmly speed-walked towards the exit, staying away from potential ambush cover as best he could and trying to figure out the maniac's location. During the whole show, Jackie had a bored look on his face as though this was nothing new and this wasn't a life-or-death situation. He was still quietly whistling carnival music as the cat-and-mouse game began.

Memoir, my friend, have I something to tell you, of something of the renowned place of Watt...

[Nature-Spirits]

When Karlson shot at him, Sander dodged as quickly as he could, but received one bullet to the shoulder. He winced ever so slightly, glancing down at it. It was a medium wound, so he could go on, and did the best he could to ignore the pain.

Unfortunately for him, he then heard the beginning of a symphony, and furrowed his brow, wondering at what the instructors might be doing. He spotted musical notes floating through the air, and felt the onset of a headache that quickly escalated to full-blown agony. The notes laughed as they began tearing at his flesh, and blood leaked from his ears as he slowly collapsed to his knees.

"Now for the finale!" he heard Selena call, and he opened his mouth to scream as the pain multiplied twofold, and his head was torn apart, at last releasing the boy into painlessness as his soul hurtled to Hell.

Stephanie was not pleased.

[Charmera]

Miranda gritted her teeth at the insult, but she knew attacking him would be what he wanted. Fear was starting to creep into her emotional shield of anger, but she had to keep moving. She then realised he was still running after her, and redoubled her efforts to get away, running several yards North East. "What do I have to do to get you to stop trying to beat me to death?" She asked angrily, frustrated at her inability to do anything about the boy assassin following her.

OOC: Nolan let Miranda get thirty-five yards N of the front doors before doing this.

Nolan was having the time of his life now. Goodness, he rarely was allowed to toy with his prey for so long, so he really enjoyed this. When he heard her question, he almost tripped because of how hard he was laughing. He yelled back at her, "I'll stop if you give me a big kiss!"

He teleported just to her front and right, attempting to give her a nice whack with his stick.

Test (and remember the consequences from earlier when determining this):

SPD of 6, and you evade Nolan's attack, continuing N. SPD of 4-5, Nolan whacks you on the arm, and forces you to head NW (if'n yer not knocked owt). SPD of 3 or less, and you run directly into him and get whacked in the arm.

If hit, DUR of 7 and it doesn't cause any damage. DUR of 6, you have a minor blow to the right arm. DUR of 4-5, and your arm is broken. DUR of 2-3, and the whole right shoulder is smashed in, rendered inoperable. DUR of 1 or less, and you are incapacitated.

If you run into Nolan, STR of 5 to knock him over, STR of 4 to push past him, STR of 3 or less and you are stopped in your tracks as if you hit a meaty wall.

"What?" Replied Miranda. She didn't have much time to say anything before her arm was broken. She bit down a scream at the incredible pain and slowed slightly, but kept running. She couldn't stop running, because she knew that stopping would mean certain death, while running would give her a chance. She remembered she could summon a suit of armor and a handheld weapon. She thought through the pain and adrenalin she could summon a shield perhaps. She did so into her left hand, but she knew it would only buy her time, and very little at that.

She considered giving up. There was no hope, her arm was in incredible pain and she could guess she would just be resurrected anyway. Then she noticed there were no more shots. She had no idea why, but that meant she didn't have to take cover. That gave her some sliver of hope. She found some more will to keep going and speed up some, though she was still hampered a little by her arm.

[Isle of Lithonia]

The cloud of mist crumpled up in discomfort with the sheer volume of the orchestra, but managed to survive it fine. Jackie solidified wearing an open suit after Karlson's statement, clapping loudly but slowly towards him and Selena. "Bravo, bravo. Nice piece, I'll say. Anywho, I'm gonna go play Benny Hill with Chompy now. Tschau."

Walter. Yes, John? Don't call me John. Anyways, listen to me: When I tell you to do so, I need to to unmerge IMMEDIATELY and brace for the move. As in, as fast as you possibly can and then some. It is critical. You'll get what I mean when it happens. When what happens? I can't risk one of the superiors having telepathy-wiretapping powers or something, then they'll overhear my plan and fuck everything up. Anyways, just be ready the INSTANT I tell you to separate, okay? This is important. Okay, I understand. I'm glad that you're learning to communicate, it really shows th- Shush, I need to focus.

Jackie whipped out his Springfield sniper rifle, holding the trigger in his left hand and the farther end of the weapon in his right, and cracked a shot off at Nolan before calmly walking away and loading the next round into the chamber. He started quietly whistling carnival music to himself as he speed-walked, as though unaware of his surroundings while he performed his actions. In reality, he was intentionally trying to give off this air in order to catch the predator hunting him as he carefully scanned the area. In an even cockier show, the teen returned the big gun onto his back after it was readied and whipped out his peashooter of an M9. He lifted it up in his right hand and... began quickly spinning it on his index finger as he calmly speed-walked towards the exit, staying away from potential ambush cover as best he could and trying to figure out the maniac's location. During the whole show, Jackie had a bored look on his face as though this was nothing new and this wasn't a life-or-death situation. He was still quietly whistling carnival music as the cat-and-mouse game began.

Memoir, my friend, have I something to tell you, of something of the renowned place of Watt...

The bullet from Jackie's came went hurtling towards Nolan, nailing him in the leg. However, bullets of that caliber do nothing to hosts of Nolan's caliber (see his powergrid), and merely sent him spinning from the force of it. He fell to the ground, screaming in anger. "You Goddamn fuckwad!!! Quickly he pulled out his pistols, and fired several shots at Jackie's asshole (yes, the hole known as the anus)

Testamundo:
SPD of 11 to evade any of his bullets, and a INT of 10 to think quick enough to turn to smoke before he fires at you (yes, he's shooting to hit you now). Otherwise, your anus gets full of lead.

And, you know the kind of pain Jackie will have as a result.

"What?" Replied Miranda. She didn't have much time to say anything before her arm was broken. She bit down a scream at the incredible pain and slowed slightly, but kept running. She couldn't stop running, because she knew that stopping would mean certain death, while running would give her a chance. She remembered she could summon a suit of armor and a handheld weapon. She thought through the pain and adrenalin she could summon a shield perhaps. She did so into her left hand, but she knew it would only buy her time, and very little at that.

She considered giving up. There was no hope, her arm was in incredible pain and she could guess she would just be resurrected anyway. Then she noticed there were no more shots. She had no idea why, but that meant she didn't have to take cover. That gave her some sliver of hope. She found some more will to keep going and speed up some, though she was still hampered a little by her arm.

Consequences:
An additional -2 DUR and -4 STR (added to the -1 DUR and -1 STR from earlier, but only for this exercise. So, for this exercise, you have lost 3 DUR and 5 STR total)

After firing his shots, he noticed that Miranda was only thirty yards away from the door. His fingers grew five-dollar foot-long claws (Subway joke), and he charged after her yelling in crazed fury.

Test:
SPD of 5 to reach doors without Nolan reaching you. SPD of 4, and you reach the doors, but Nolan gets one last hit on you. Less than that, and you're screwed.

If hit, DUR of 4 or higher, and your back is given a decent cut. DUR of 3 and you're dealt a massive gash in your back, and you are in the worst pain of your life (but still alive). Less than 3, and your spine is torn out.

[Charmera]

The cloud of mist crumpled up in discomfort with the sheer volume of the orchestra, but managed to survive it fine. Jackie solidified wearing an open suit after Karlson's statement, clapping loudly but slowly towards him and Selena. "Bravo, bravo. Nice piece, I'll say. Anywho, I'm gonna go play Benny Hill with Chompy now. Tschau."

Walter. Yes, John? Don't call me John. Anyways, listen to me: When I tell you to do so, I need to to unmerge IMMEDIATELY and brace for the move. As in, as fast as you possibly can and then some. It is critical. You'll get what I mean when it happens. When what happens? I can't risk one of the superiors having telepathy-wiretapping powers or something, then they'll overhear my plan and fuck everything up. Anyways, just be ready the INSTANT I tell you to separate, okay? This is important. Okay, I understand. I'm glad that you're learning to communicate, it really shows th- Shush, I need to focus.

Jackie whipped out his Springfield sniper rifle, holding the trigger in his left hand and the farther end of the weapon in his right, and cracked a shot off at Nolan before calmly walking away and loading the next round into the chamber. He started quietly whistling carnival music to himself as he speed-walked, as though unaware of his surroundings while he performed his actions. In reality, he was intentionally trying to give off this air in order to catch the predator hunting him as he carefully scanned the area. In an even cockier show, the teen returned the big gun onto his back after it was readied and whipped out his peashooter of an M9. He lifted it up in his right hand and... began quickly spinning it on his index finger as he calmly speed-walked towards the exit, staying away from potential ambush cover as best he could and trying to figure out the maniac's location. During the whole show, Jackie had a bored look on his face as though this was nothing new and this wasn't a life-or-death situation. He was still quietly whistling carnival music as the cat-and-mouse game began.

Memoir, my friend, have I something to tell you, of something of the renowned place of Watt...

The bullet from Jackie's came went hurtling towards Nolan, nailing him in the leg. However, bullets of that caliber do nothing to hosts of Nolan's caliber (see his powergrid), and merely sent him spinning from the force of it. He fell to the ground, screaming in anger. "You Goddamn fuckwad!!! Quickly he pulled out his pistols, and fired several shots at Jackie's asshole (yes, the hole known as the anus)

Testamundo:
SPD of 11 to evade any of his bullets, and a INT of 10 to think quick enough to turn to smoke before he fires at you (yes, he's shooting to hit you now). Otherwise, your anus gets full of lead.

And, you know the kind of pain Jackie will have as a result.

"What?" Replied Miranda. She didn't have much time to say anything before her arm was broken. She bit down a scream at the incredible pain and slowed slightly, but kept running. She couldn't stop running, because she knew that stopping would mean certain death, while running would give her a chance. She remembered she could summon a suit of armor and a handheld weapon. She thought through the pain and adrenalin she could summon a shield perhaps. She did so into her left hand, but she knew it would only buy her time, and very little at that.

She considered giving up. There was no hope, her arm was in incredible pain and she could guess she would just be resurrected anyway. Then she noticed there were no more shots. She had no idea why, but that meant she didn't have to take cover. That gave her some sliver of hope. She found some more will to keep going and speed up some, though she was still hampered a little by her arm.

Consequences:
An additional -2 DUR and -4 STR (added to the -1 DUR and -1 STR from earlier, but only for this exercise. So, for this exercise, you have lost 3 DUR and 5 STR total)

After firing his shots, he noticed that Miranda was only thirty yards away from the door. His fingers grew five-dollar foot-long claws (Subway joke), and he charged after her yelling in crazed fury.

Test:
SPD of 5 to reach doors without Nolan reaching you. SPD of 4, and you reach the doors, but Nolan gets one last hit on you. Less than that, and you're screwed.

If hit, DUR of 4 or higher, and your back is given a decent cut. DUR of 3 and you're dealt a massive gash in your back, and you are in the worst pain of your life (but still alive). Less than 3, and your spine is torn out.

The shots gave Miranda the opening she needed. She ran as fast as she could, Pain wracking her arm yet eyes focused solely on the door. Her eyes were alight with pain and a burning desire to run. She was no longer thinking, just moving. She grabbed the doors, opening them with a satisfied smile. For once tonight, she wasn't angry, she was almost singing with joy. She had mad-

A hots sting of five bladed nails slashed into her back, causing her to lurch forward through the door. The smile dispersed, replaced with shock and pain. She flopped forward through the door, blood gushing from her wound as her vision blurred from pain and loss of blood. She couldn't writhe, nor scream, not even move. It was the worst pain, so much so that it seemed to block out all the other pains for a while, only for them to return in a symphony of agony.

She was alive, though she couldn't be sure. The fact that she was in pain seemed to suggest that. She decided she was alive, but why or how was a mystery. Not that she could figure it out, she could barely remember that she had a child assassin standing over her through this blinding pain.

[Hetland 2]

Karlson appeared beside Selena after the finale, slinging his PDR over his shoulder and giving the conductor a round of applause. He smirked when he surveyed the aftermath of Selena's symphonic execution. "Beautifully executed, as always."

He yelled out at the other instructors. "Conrad, Corbin, our work is done for now. Leave Miranda to Nolan, and we'll see if she cracks. And Conrad," he said while looking in the direction of the human mist, "have Memoir take out the Jackie-ass."

"Sir, yes sir." Anthony packed his gear, including, but not limited to: his XM500, M4A1, MP7, M1911, multiple grenades of various purpose, spotting scope (with optional tripod), explosive detonators ("clackers"), a pair of knives, and various other military implementations of war. All were placed in a pair of duffel bags and brought to the ground floor, along with Anthony himself, on the platform he used to snipe from.

Thanks for the help, Chesty.

No problem, my boy! Hell, that was actually fun. I didn't think terrorizing children from the rafters of a warehouse with a large caliber rifle could be so entertaining. Chesty unlinked from Anthony, both of them rubbing their shoulders.

"I'm gonna head and get something to drink. Wanna come, Conrad?"

Conrad rolled his eyes and sighed as Selena made a "grand enterance" and ruined all the progress he'd been keeping track of. Not only that, but Jackie didn't die. "The bitch only performs well when she was quiet, maybe if I cut her vocal chords, I'll have a chance to teach these bleedin' morons how to shoot." Conrad mused to himself. "Ugh, Selena's wearing that bloody stupid pile of clothing again." Conrad thought for a second picking up his rifle. "One second. I want to make sure that the good captain brings my daughter back to life and not that creep Nolan." He slung the rifle over his back and roared at Memoir, "Captain wants the other survivor dead. Memoir, don't forget your daily prayers."

---

Memoir's laugh was nothing short of riotous and in seconds he was right next to where Jackie was. Face to face. Memoir grabbed Jackie by the throat, and grinned.
He began speaking in a slightly giggly, slightly insane tone. "Matthew 4:10 Jesus said to him, “Away from me, Satan! For it is written: ‘Worship the Lord your God, and serve him only.’” In the name of the Lord REPENT!" Memoir continued to ramble on and on with biblical verses and in his other hand he picked up his sawed off shotgun and placed the two barrels against Jackie's forehead. The fire over his eye faded and all Jackie could see was hatred. Hundreds upon hundreds of years of absolute hatred leading up to his break with sanity.
Bang!
Memoir dropped Jackie to the floor in a pile of blood. He was still alive, but not very much so.

Jackie tests:
Intelligence of 5 will tell you that Memoir seems particularly well versed in biblical related topics. Suspiciously well versed. Especially for a demon. He can also recite them with no obvious reprecussions.

[Nekronia]

Jackie stopped after having magical lead stuffed up his ass at several hundred miles per hour. He stumbled and stood still as he gritted his teeth, a distinct cracking sound heard as a few of his teeth broke again due to not having a bullet to bite while gritting teeth so hard. He leaned over as his vision blurred slightly from the pain, and vomited on the floor to his side as the agony ran through his body. I'm not a goddamned pansy... I'll fuckin' wreck your lil c- He looked up and saw a hulking mass of darkness standing infront of him ominously, right on cue. Hereby sayeth the petunias: 'oh, not again'. Being grabbed by the throat mostly disabled the teen's ability to speak, but it was pointless anyways due to his plan having fallen apart yet again, the demon seemingly mocking him. GOD. FUCKING. DAMN IT. What? Oh, not you again. Ugh, just shoot me alre-

The teen fell to the floor in a pool of his own blood, in utter agony. Weak... It's fine, you tried your best. WEAK... It's alright, at least you did b- THIS VESSEL IS FUCKING UNACCPETABLE I WILL FUCKING TURN IT INTO DAMNED MINCEMEAT BEFORE I LET THIS STUPID PHYSICAL BULLSHIT GET TO ME. The teen's magic faded away as his mind went deep into emotions, the suit flickering in and out of existence as blood and life began leaving his body. Suddenly, his hand trembled over and slowly started pushing himself up out of his own blood and skull fragments, before pulling his rifle around and using it as a cane to help himself up more. John eventually managed to stand all the way back up with his suit back intact and blood covering almost all of his physical body. He raised his chin up and stared into the face of death with a look of insolence and without a hint of fear, looking rather annoyed as though only irritated with Memoir's removal of a large portion of Jackie's hair. "You call that attacking someone? My nan hits harder than that and she's half-dead with age and bad health." He spit out a tooth fragment before resuming in a more serious and determined tone. "I have shepherded my fellow man unto salvation and that is sufficient for me, as I have spited the demons which pester me. And thusly, I state with disregard of thine shields against it:"
NOW!
Walter took the cue and unmerged with Jackie from behind and had no idea what to do, and followed the first instinct: Try to hit Memoir to buy time. The older fellow started to run at the larger demon before immediately slipping in Jackie's vomit and knocking himself unconscious on the warm floor. God fucking damn it you're absolutely useless. You're lucky you're good-looking, because Christ you have nothing else working for you, ya moronic hottie.

Ignoring his familiar's unintentionally comical fate, he proceeded with his speech without a beat and spoke with intense determination and insolence as he stand there bleeding and leaning on his weapon.
"The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the inequities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he who in the name of charity and goodwill shepherds the weak through the valley of darkness, for he is truly his brother's keeper, and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know my name is the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon thee."

The teen remained in his own pool of blood as he stand proudly in the face of imminent death and his intense pain, still ignoring his familiar laying unconscious in human vomit. He spit out a broken fragment of tooth infront of himself, and resumed staring down the Hellish beast before him with a smirk of broken teeth. The only question now was not 'if', but 'how' he would die.

[Isle of Lithonia]

Jackie stopped after having magical lead stuffed up his ass at several hundred miles per hour. He stumbled and stood still as he gritted his teeth, a distinct cracking sound heard as a few of his teeth broke again due to not having a bullet to bite while gritting teeth so hard. He leaned over as his vision blurred slightly from the pain, and vomited on the floor to his side as the agony ran through his body. I'm not a goddamned pansy... I'll fuckin' wreck your lil c- He looked up and saw a hulking mass of darkness standing infront of him ominously, right on cue. Hereby sayeth the petunias: 'oh, not again'. Being grabbed by the throat mostly disabled the teen's ability to speak, but it was pointless anyways due to his plan having fallen apart yet again, the demon seemingly mocking him. GOD. FUCKING. DAMN IT. What? Oh, not you again. Ugh, just shoot me alre-

The teen fell to the floor in a pool of his own blood, in utter agony. Weak... It's fine, you tried your best. WEAK... It's alright, at least you did b- THIS VESSEL IS FUCKING UNACCPETABLE I WILL FUCKING TURN IT INTO DAMNED MINCEMEAT BEFORE I LET THIS STUPID PHYSICAL BULLSHIT GET TO ME. The teen's magic faded away as his mind went deep into emotions, the suit flickering in and out of existence as blood and life began leaving his body. Suddenly, his hand trembled over and slowly started pushing himself up out of his own blood and skull fragments, before pulling his rifle around and using it as a cane to help himself up more. John eventually managed to stand all the way back up with his suit back intact and blood covering almost all of his physical body. He raised his chin up and stared into the face of death with a look of insolence and without a hint of fear, looking rather annoyed as though only irritated with Memoir's removal of a large portion of Jackie's hair. "You call that attacking someone? My nan hits harder than that and she's half-dead with age and bad health." He spit out a tooth fragment before resuming in a more serious and determined tone. "I have shepherded my fellow man unto salvation and that is sufficient for me, as I have spited the demons which pester me. And thusly, I state with disregard of thine shields against it:"
NOW!
Walter took the cue and unmerged with Jackie from behind and had no idea what to do, and followed the first instinct: Try to hit Memoir to buy time. The older fellow started to run at the larger demon before immediately slipping in Jackie's vomit and knocking himself unconscious on the warm floor. God fucking damn it you're absolutely useless. You're lucky you're good-looking, because Christ you have nothing else working for you, ya moronic hottie.

Ignoring his familiar's unintentionally comical fate, he proceeded with his speech without a beat and spoke with intense determination and insolence as he stand there bleeding and leaning on his weapon.
"The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the inequities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he who in the name of charity and goodwill shepherds the weak through the valley of darkness, for he is truly his brother's keeper, and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know my name is the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon thee."

The teen remained in his own pool of blood as he stand proudly in the face of imminent death and his intense pain, still ignoring his familiar laying unconscious in human vomit. He spit out a broken fragment of tooth infront of himself, and resumed staring down the Hellish beast before him with a smirk of broken teeth. The only question now was not 'if', but 'how' he would die.

Karlson was given a pretty damn annoying headache when he heard Memoir's quotation of Scripture. But that disappeared quickly once he heard Jackie spout off what he thought was a quote from the Bible. Karlson laughed his head off at the kid's stupidity and ignorance of holy matters. 'Good job, Jackie. You've succeeded in misquoting a book which has millions of verses to choose from. Goddamn brilliant."

He picked the dick-head up telekinetically. "IT seems that Memoir didn't kill you like I asked. God, I wanted this over by now, but what the fuck."

He clenched his hand, crushing the jackass and dropping his lifeless body to the floor. "Goddamn useless."


Meanwhile, Nolan turned on a light in the final room, and began jumping up and down in front of Miranda, shouting, "Surprise!!! Your mommy and daddy have been waiting here for you!!!"

A massive cloud of confetti sprayed at the girl, enveloping her in sparklies. Then a massive wedding cake appeared before her, looking all scrumptious. Nolan laughed, and ended his crazed little party with, "Hey Mira! The cake..."


He pulled out a knife and slit her throat. "...The cake is a lie."

[Charmera]

Jackie stopped after having magical lead stuffed up his ass at several hundred miles per hour. He stumbled and stood still as he gritted his teeth, a distinct cracking sound heard as a few of his teeth broke again due to not having a bullet to bite while gritting teeth so hard. He leaned over as his vision blurred slightly from the pain, and vomited on the floor to his side as the agony ran through his body. I'm not a goddamned pansy... I'll fuckin' wreck your lil c- He looked up and saw a hulking mass of darkness standing infront of him ominously, right on cue. Hereby sayeth the petunias: 'oh, not again'. Being grabbed by the throat mostly disabled the teen's ability to speak, but it was pointless anyways due to his plan having fallen apart yet again, the demon seemingly mocking him. GOD. FUCKING. DAMN IT. What? Oh, not you again. Ugh, just shoot me alre-

The teen fell to the floor in a pool of his own blood, in utter agony. Weak... It's fine, you tried your best. WEAK... It's alright, at least you did b- THIS VESSEL IS FUCKING UNACCPETABLE I WILL FUCKING TURN IT INTO DAMNED MINCEMEAT BEFORE I LET THIS STUPID PHYSICAL BULLSHIT GET TO ME. The teen's magic faded away as his mind went deep into emotions, the suit flickering in and out of existence as blood and life began leaving his body. Suddenly, his hand trembled over and slowly started pushing himself up out of his own blood and skull fragments, before pulling his rifle around and using it as a cane to help himself up more. John eventually managed to stand all the way back up with his suit back intact and blood covering almost all of his physical body. He raised his chin up and stared into the face of death with a look of insolence and without a hint of fear, looking rather annoyed as though only irritated with Memoir's removal of a large portion of Jackie's hair. "You call that attacking someone? My nan hits harder than that and she's half-dead with age and bad health." He spit out a tooth fragment before resuming in a more serious and determined tone. "I have shepherded my fellow man unto salvation and that is sufficient for me, as I have spited the demons which pester me. And thusly, I state with disregard of thine shields against it:"
NOW!
Walter took the cue and unmerged with Jackie from behind and had no idea what to do, and followed the first instinct: Try to hit Memoir to buy time. The older fellow started to run at the larger demon before immediately slipping in Jackie's vomit and knocking himself unconscious on the warm floor. God fucking damn it you're absolutely useless. You're lucky you're good-looking, because Christ you have nothing else working for you, ya moronic hottie.

Ignoring his familiar's unintentionally comical fate, he proceeded with his speech without a beat and spoke with intense determination and insolence as he stand there bleeding and leaning on his weapon.
"The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the inequities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he who in the name of charity and goodwill shepherds the weak through the valley of darkness, for he is truly his brother's keeper, and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know my name is the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon thee."

The teen remained in his own pool of blood as he stand proudly in the face of imminent death and his intense pain, still ignoring his familiar laying unconscious in human vomit. He spit out a broken fragment of tooth infront of himself, and resumed staring down the Hellish beast before him with a smirk of broken teeth. The only question now was not 'if', but 'how' he would die.

Karlson was given a pretty damn annoying headache when he heard Memoir's quotation of Scripture. But that disappeared quickly once he heard Jackie spout off what he thought was a quote from the Bible. Karlson laughed his head off at the kid's stupidity and ignorance of holy matters. 'Good job, Jackie. You've succeeded in misquoting a book which has millions of verses to choose from. Goddamn brilliant."

He picked the dick-head up telekinetically. "IT seems that Memoir didn't kill you like I asked. God, I wanted this over by now, but what the fuck."

He clenched his hand, crushing the jackass and dropping his lifeless body to the floor. "Goddamn useless."


Meanwhile, Nolan turned on a light in the final room, and began jumping up and down in front of Miranda, shouting, "Surprise!!! Your mommy and daddy have been waiting here for you!!!"

A massive cloud of confetti sprayed at the girl, enveloping her in sparklies. Then a massive wedding cake appeared before her, looking all scrumptious. Nolan laughed, and ended his crazed little party with, "Hey Mira! The cake..."


He pulled out a knife and slit her throat. "...The cake is a lie."

Through clenched teeth and pain, Miranda glared at the cake. "I don't have a father.", she was about to spit verbal abuse at Nolan, when she found blood came up instead of words. Panic lit her eyes, she thrashed before she died, a last defiant gesture in the face of death, before she couldn't move anymore, far too drained of lifeblood to do so. But... I won...didn't I? As she rolled onto her back, the blood dripping down her chin, neck and lips. Her vision began to darken, then it faded completely to black. She looked up at the armored figure standing over her in the darkness, an figment of her imagination, not the real Marcus. Her eyes stared out at the figure, her last thought echoed through her mind.

Marcus... I'm sorry... I failed

Even if the Knight could hear her, it was too late. She was dead.

[Nekronia]

"It. Was. A. MOVIE. REF-" Suddenly, everything went black for the insolent teen as his familiar disappeared. Again barreling down to Hell, he pinched the bridge of his nonexistent nose out of frustration for his allies. In this time, he reflected upon the events which had transpired as of late.

No taste in food, no taste in film. Really guys, come on. This is atrocious. You're killin' me here! I mean Jesus god damned Christ I'd expect you to have SOME experience in movies or at least THE GOD DAMNED INTERNET! It's the twenty-first century you asshats, god damn; crawl out from your rocks for Christ's sake! IS ABSOLUTELY EVERYONE ON THE SHITTER CONSTANTLY READING ONLY CRAPPY MAGAZINES AND SHIT? Sacredieu this is just god damned pathetic. At least learn the difference between giving the finger before death and futile struggling. Look, even if the verse was correct, it wouldn't have done anything! It should be rather clear that is was me giving the finger, not struggling. Jesus god damned Christ you idiots. I swear, if these morons are the people that are mankind's last hope for survival, I hope everyone else has won their own tickets, because good GOD these morons are going to need someone to read their last rites. Seriously: Absolutely, positively pathetic. G.G. no ree. At least I'm out of my vessel for now. God I hate everyone...