Nightkill the Emperor wrote:It's Uriel.
He made killing a teenage girl and using her corpse as an engine to turn all of humanity into mindless slaves seem like a perfectly reasonable plan.
Our plot is stupid.
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by Nationstatelandsville » Tue Jul 14, 2015 10:05 am
Nightkill the Emperor wrote:It's Uriel.
He made killing a teenage girl and using her corpse as an engine to turn all of humanity into mindless slaves seem like a perfectly reasonable plan.
by Nightkill the Emperor » Tue Jul 14, 2015 10:06 am
Nat: Night's always in some bizarre state somewhere between "intoxicated enough to kill a hair metal lead singer" and "annoying Mormon missionary sober".
Swith: It's because you're so awesome. God himself refreshes the screen before he types just to see if Nightkill has written anything while he was off somewhere else.
by Nightkill the Emperor » Tue Jul 14, 2015 10:15 am
Nat: Night's always in some bizarre state somewhere between "intoxicated enough to kill a hair metal lead singer" and "annoying Mormon missionary sober".
Swith: It's because you're so awesome. God himself refreshes the screen before he types just to see if Nightkill has written anything while he was off somewhere else.
by Nationstatelandsville » Tue Jul 14, 2015 10:16 am
Nightkill the Emperor wrote:Somehow we've managed to create an epic story incorporating the themes of free will, redemption, depression and God knows what else. And we built it off dick jokes.
by Nightkill the Emperor » Tue Jul 14, 2015 10:19 am
Nationstatelandsville wrote:D rested his head against his pillow and sighed; after months laying against a hard hospital bed, it felt good to be home.
He winced suddenly.
"Remember," the nurse said, adjusting the tube, "it's not too late."
"It's far too late," D replied, "I'd only piss Him off by stalling."
Megan squeezed his hand; he tried to reply in turn, but found himself incapable. Any doubts he had had were gone then.
Hope watched, not quite comprehending. Logically, she understood what was about to happen - it was a simple enough concept. Emotionally, she couldn't fathom it, nor even understand it was supposed to be sad. This was something beyond the reach of her young mind. That would bother her for the rest of her life, that she didn't cry that day.
"Whenever you're ready," the nurse sighed.
"Hope," D said, "you were singing a song before you came in."
"D..." Megan whispered.
"Sing it again."
Hope sang her brother to sleep.
Nat: Night's always in some bizarre state somewhere between "intoxicated enough to kill a hair metal lead singer" and "annoying Mormon missionary sober".
Swith: It's because you're so awesome. God himself refreshes the screen before he types just to see if Nightkill has written anything while he was off somewhere else.
by Esternial » Tue Jul 14, 2015 10:23 am
by Nightkill the Emperor » Tue Jul 14, 2015 10:23 am
Esternial wrote:Imagine Charles Dance being your father.
I'd probably demand bedtime stories well over my 20's.
Nat: Night's always in some bizarre state somewhere between "intoxicated enough to kill a hair metal lead singer" and "annoying Mormon missionary sober".
Swith: It's because you're so awesome. God himself refreshes the screen before he types just to see if Nightkill has written anything while he was off somewhere else.
by Nationstatelandsville » Tue Jul 14, 2015 10:25 am
Nationstatelandsville wrote:Nightkill the Emperor wrote:Azazel chuckled. "You humans...fall to the smallest of things."
"YOU FUCKING BASTARD!" Crowley roared. "YOU FUCKING SON OF A BITCH!"
"No, no, let me die!" Calliel pleaded. "Let me die..."
Azazel just smiled. "Now, time for the finisher."
He pointed his gun at Rosalind. And then he fired.
Lewis remembered.
"Montie?" he had asked one day when he was five, "What's the most important thing?"
"The Sun?" Montie shrugged, biting into his lamb.
"But, to ye'?" Lewis continued, "The Sun's a pussy bitch."
"Uh, you," Montie said, "family. Family's all the keeps me going, really. But you're five, don't worry about that shit."
His memory flew further into history, to that terrible night when he was 11.
"Lewis!" Montie cried as the wolves circled the younger, "Lewis, stay calm!"
"Montie, I'm so scared!" he cried.
"I... my armor is still recharging!" Montie said, "I can't do anything!"
The wolves growled and pounced, flying at the boy. But Montie never let their claws touch his flesh- he rammed into the lead, crushing it with his mighty grip. The other three pounced on him, shredding his flesh, tearing his throat out. But Montie fought. Montie killed them all. Montie died, but he died so Lewis would live.
Lewis always lived.
But Lewis was tired of living. He had done it all. All he had to keep him going was family.
And these bullets were special bullets. James' bullets. They had killed Zacheriah irrevocably. They would wipe Rosalind from the Earth, burn away her very essence. Lewis could not allow that. These bullets... they could save him. Not even Set could vex them. He was powerful, but no man was greater than death. Lewis could win. His body quivered with defiance, with love, with the essence of finality.
So Lewis Jameson took the bullet for his daughter.
"Let the games begin," he laughed scornfully with his final breath, "For Elfen High and Montie Jameson."
After three centuries of life, Lewis Jameson died. He had never been happier.
by Nightkill the Emperor » Tue Jul 14, 2015 10:27 am
Nationstatelandsville wrote:From the Associated Press on January 2nd, 2031 -Holy flipping fuck, you guys. Tell me you felt that.
No? Stop giving me that look! I'm telling you, shit went down.
So, like, first of all - and I know this is crazy, but bear with me - all of you fuckers died. Charles Dance came out of nowhere, and I think Bryan Cranston was with him, and whoosh! Suddenly, there's no plant and Aleister Crowley is Peter Capaldi or something.
Stop laughing. I'm serious. I was there. The world ended. Well, the world, except Elfen High. Because of course. Because of course the second they send me to cover this shitty funeral, the world ends. I shouldn't have gone to this goddamn school - I told them that. Fuck you, Frank. I know I fucked your wife, but c'mon. Couldn't you have sent me to a warzone instead? Iraq might be a shithole, but at least it obeys physical laws.
Right. So. A bunch of B-list TV actors from the mid-2010's beat the shit out of each other and then the spaceships... look, I get it. I know this sounds insane. I know you think I've finally snapped, that all those years covering fiscal policy finally got to me. And I know that bitch Caroline is going to try to make this about my drinking. But it's not, it's real. I swear to God.
Also, God was there. He, also, is Charles Dance. He's brothers with the other Charles Dance, or maybe one is the other's father. I don't know, at that point, I was hiding in this big tree, trying to avoid getting killed by the robot angels.
Except the tree had a dragon in it. Actually, I think the dragon was god.
Anyways, then Aleister (who is also John Hurt) killed the dragon, and Tom Baker was there. So, naturally, Aleister rode the dragon into the school, and then rode the school through all of space and time. I passed out at some point, or maybe died, but when I woke up, I was in the school cafeteria, and everything was back to normal.
But the fucking thing talks now.
Listen to me. Yesterday, the universe was destroyed, and Aleister Crowley rebuilt it. I don't expect you to believe me. I get it. Just... just check your stuff, alright? Just look around. Make sure he didn't fuck anything, or everything, or ohmygodIthinkwewereallinsidehim.
Fuck it. Fuck it all, man. I don't even know why I'm writing this. I should be dead, we should all be dead, and I have kids. I quit, man. I... I need to get my life together.
Just... fuck.
And I think I saw Clint Eastwood and Jack Nicholson fucking in a dumpster.
Nat: Night's always in some bizarre state somewhere between "intoxicated enough to kill a hair metal lead singer" and "annoying Mormon missionary sober".
Swith: It's because you're so awesome. God himself refreshes the screen before he types just to see if Nightkill has written anything while he was off somewhere else.
by Nightkill the Emperor » Tue Jul 14, 2015 10:31 am
Nationstatelandsville wrote:Nightkill the Emperor wrote:Well, no. That's a motif and a recurring element (mostly as a joke), but the real theme would likely be somewhere along the lines of "free will vs lack of it" or "innocence vs cynicism" or something.
Probably something.
An argument for free will.
The Crowleys and Damiens, they overshadow everyone else who would use free will correctly; they make you think that it needs to be limited, and maybe it does. Then you have Heaven, which is exactly that - it's an idyllic wonderland, because free will has been removed. Look at Hell; it's free will gone rampant, and it's a complete shithole.
Except not. As we now know quite well, by stripping away free will, Heaven has been destroyed. The angels suffer all their lives without knowing anything is wrong, humans are enslaved and beaten, the world is intellectually sterile. There is nothing but the unending propagation of Uriel's will, because his is the only will.
And Hell is not a shithole because of free will - it went, appropriately enough, to Hell because "visionaries" like Lucifer and Azazel (themselves similar to Uriel) tried to sculpt it in their image. They tried to destroy a world of beauty, a world of freedom, to make their world, their will. No free will but their own - and so the demons suffered. Sanchez, under the mask of liberation, he continues this trend. You can't bring happiness by replacing one will with another - only free will can do that.
Then there's Loki, the agent of pure chaos, free will incarnate. He's a dick, right? He tried to destroy the school. But as time goes on, we see that, though he isn't always perfect, he is, at heart, a good guy. He is evil sometimes, but most of the time, he is neutral - or even good. And neutral chaos is always better than benign order.
You have the Fae - the Fae aren't really characters, they're symbols. They're decay, entropy - they want to destroy everything. Anyone who is associated with the Fae is evil. When we first met Loki, he was a Fae agent - free will is evil. But as time goes on, we've come to see it's more complex than that. And, ultimately, though Uriel has fought against them, the two have become more and more conflated as their plot threads intertwined. No matter how much order struggles, if it goes too far, it will collapse into chaos; not free will, not the free exchange of ideas and emotions, but complete and utter madness. Free will isn't anarchy, it's utilitarianism through the natural desire to improve.
Now we look back at the destructive forces of Damien and Crowley. Damien is a reckless agent of destruction - he starts as an indicator of free will's negatives, but then he joins the Fae, and is revealed as entropy. He ends up destroying himself, as those who abuse free will and turn into a corrosive element are bound to do. Crowley, hedonist though he is, flawed he may be, but he wants to help, and he does. He may be imperfect, but he is ultimately a force of good.
Lewis Jameson began as an agent of entropy - he did nothing but cause wanton destruction. But when he saw what he caused, he turned his back on his past. He improved. Free will can cause damage, but it will always fix itself. When he saw his mistakes, Lewis became constructive - he built a family and saved the world.
Order, or at least not totalitarianism, is not the answer to the world's ills; even if it does work for a little bit, it will either destroy the world's value with its vice, or collapse into fire and insanity. The only answer is the slow, hard path - the path of the world fixing itself. The path of free will. It doesn't always look pretty, but it is ultimately the purest and only choice.Nightkill the Emperor wrote:Link me.Nationstatelandsville wrote:There was a long pause.
"Aleister," D said, "you will not touch my sister. Do you understand me? Because you may be a god amongst men, but you know better than any other that no god is immortal."
D licked his lips. There were four solutions to this; Rosalind could not be risked, and even if she could, D had no idea where she was. The angel could be left to die, but Crowley would never allow that - the stubborn ass had long since taken a liking to the angel, and would never let it die. Even if he did, what that could do to Crowley made D shutter. The third solution was unthinkable, far too risky to even contemplate.
That only left one.
"You have to use Richard," D resolved, "Even if I wanted to risk Rosalind, I can't find her and you know she can't be found when she doesn't want to be. Not by any but you, and you can't leave right now. I'm sorry, but Richard is the only way."
Nat: Night's always in some bizarre state somewhere between "intoxicated enough to kill a hair metal lead singer" and "annoying Mormon missionary sober".
Swith: It's because you're so awesome. God himself refreshes the screen before he types just to see if Nightkill has written anything while he was off somewhere else.
by Thamizh Rust » Tue Jul 14, 2015 10:33 am
Nationstatelandsville wrote:Conveniently, from my understanding of the doctrines of the major world religions, Hinduism is probably the one best suited for these circumstances.
So fuck you.
by Nude East Ireland » Tue Jul 14, 2015 10:33 am
Nightkill the Emperor wrote:Minh looked at the fight that had suddenly broken out. "Give us the child, Rosalind." he told Azazel calmly. "Then we can take our leave."
Suddenly, Minh turned around, his sword out of it's sheath and hitting the right arm of Lilith, who had attacked him as he was speaking. The arm was sliced clean through, but was regrowing quickly. Minh laughed. "Oh, a challenge then?" he asked.
Then he leaped forward, his sword rapidly slicing holes through Lilith until she finally yelled in a surprisingly childlike voice. "Boring now!" she said, her arm transforming into a drill and stabbing itself into Minh's chest, twirling through and tearing up the inner organs.
Minh coughed up blood and backed off slightly, his chest healing. "A hell of a challenge." he smiled faintly. "Good. I like it when my students go above and beyond." he bantered, keeping Lilith in the distance by pulling out a pistol for his free hand and firing, his aim accurate. The bullets shot Lilith in the left shoulder and she winced.
Then she ripped off her left arm entirely, the right arm now having regrown. The left arm started to mutate on the ground, transforming into this thing and firing rapidly at a surprised Minh. The Russian biology teacher jumped, landed on top of it and stabbed it right in the head.
Then it exploded.
Minh was sent flying backwards, his body bruised and scarred as he fell into a crowd of demons. "This isn't good." he gasped out, his arms both missing, and his sword falling down beside him. "Sorry Dai..."
Nightkill the Emperor wrote:In Hell, a surprised demon looked at an approaching Azazel. "Lord Azazel." he bowed. "I wasn't expecting to see you here." There was the distant screaming the background.
"How close is it?" Azazel demanded.
"This is a tiring project, sir." the demon nervously said. "With all due respect, it could take time. We aren't sure how long, but collecting that old DNA or trying to replicate it...it will take time. I'm sorry."
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGH!" the screaming continued.
Azazel ignored it. "Very well. See to it that it is continued as soon as possible."
The demon nodded and bowed before turning back to it's project. "Alright then." he said to the screaming Rosalind. "The more you struggle..." he said, pulling out a scalpel. "The more this will hurt."
by Nightkill the Emperor » Tue Jul 14, 2015 10:35 am
Nat: Night's always in some bizarre state somewhere between "intoxicated enough to kill a hair metal lead singer" and "annoying Mormon missionary sober".
Swith: It's because you're so awesome. God himself refreshes the screen before he types just to see if Nightkill has written anything while he was off somewhere else.
by Nightkill the Emperor » Tue Jul 14, 2015 10:39 am
Nat: Night's always in some bizarre state somewhere between "intoxicated enough to kill a hair metal lead singer" and "annoying Mormon missionary sober".
Swith: It's because you're so awesome. God himself refreshes the screen before he types just to see if Nightkill has written anything while he was off somewhere else.
by Astrolinium » Tue Jul 14, 2015 10:44 am
Nightkill the Emperor wrote:http://forum.nationstates.net/viewtopic.php?p=24313782#p24313782
You guys should post your dead characters here if you care.
by Nightkill the Emperor » Tue Jul 14, 2015 10:51 am
Nat: Night's always in some bizarre state somewhere between "intoxicated enough to kill a hair metal lead singer" and "annoying Mormon missionary sober".
Swith: It's because you're so awesome. God himself refreshes the screen before he types just to see if Nightkill has written anything while he was off somewhere else.
by Nightkill the Emperor » Tue Jul 14, 2015 10:53 am
Nat: Night's always in some bizarre state somewhere between "intoxicated enough to kill a hair metal lead singer" and "annoying Mormon missionary sober".
Swith: It's because you're so awesome. God himself refreshes the screen before he types just to see if Nightkill has written anything while he was off somewhere else.
by Astrolinium » Tue Jul 14, 2015 10:54 am
by Nationstatelandsville » Tue Jul 14, 2015 10:56 am
by Astrolinium » Tue Jul 14, 2015 10:58 am
by Constaniana » Tue Jul 14, 2015 11:14 am
Ameriganastan wrote:I work hard to think of those ludicrous Eric adventure stories, but I don't think I'd have come up with rescuing a three armed alchemist from goblin-monkeys in a million years.
Kudos.
by Esternial » Tue Jul 14, 2015 11:24 am
Nightkill the Emperor wrote:http://forum.nationstates.net/viewtopic.php?p=24313782#p24313782
You guys should post your dead characters here if you care.
by Nightkill the Emperor » Tue Jul 14, 2015 5:39 pm
Nat: Night's always in some bizarre state somewhere between "intoxicated enough to kill a hair metal lead singer" and "annoying Mormon missionary sober".
Swith: It's because you're so awesome. God himself refreshes the screen before he types just to see if Nightkill has written anything while he was off somewhere else.
by Constaniana » Tue Jul 14, 2015 5:40 pm
Ameriganastan wrote:I work hard to think of those ludicrous Eric adventure stories, but I don't think I'd have come up with rescuing a three armed alchemist from goblin-monkeys in a million years.
Kudos.
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