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Postby Nightkill the Emperor » Sat Apr 06, 2013 10:14 pm

Note: After realising the sheer massive amount of backstory and background in Elfen High, we decided to make a News Thread.

Now, let us begin.

2020
*The Abrahamic War begins and ends this year. The war, though brief, caused much damage and destruction and millions of lives were forfeit.
*After the war, Republican President Clint Eastwood enjoys a massive and powerful surge in popularity, but announces that he is stepping down from the office when his term ends in January of 2021. The Republican Party rides off the surge and wins the election, crushing the Democrat's candidate. Though Rick Sanchez, a worlds-renowned hero was expected to run, he declined and the Republicans ran Gary Lu, a half-Asian American Congressman from Florida, who became President-Elect.
*The war destroyed Cairo, the centre of the Arab world. It also began a heated reformation of Islam and religion in the Middle East, due to the fact that the theology had proven to be real. Protests and violence spread throughout much of the Middle East, but Rick Sanchez requests- and receives- permission from the UN to have the ISSR interfere to keep violence low. This prompts quiet debate over whether the ISSR, though they are heroes, have the right to meddle in Earthly affairs.
*The American economy skyrockets, as does the economies of much of Africa and India.
*The ISSR begins to receive many, many recruits from many countries.
*Howard Harker and Gopher make a movie called The Legacy of John Calhoun, a smashing hit success.
*Calliel and Ivy go on honeymoon in Italy, where Calliel accidentally causes a diplomatic incident by crashing a "bunga-bunga" party. The various world governments tried to keep as much information secret as possible.
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Postby Nightkill the Emperor » Sun Apr 07, 2013 5:38 pm

"Our guest tonight!" yelled Jon Stewart over the roars of the audience. "He's a respected military leader, the head of the ISSR and author- his new book Crafting a New World is out on the bookshelves now- Please welcome Commander Rick Sanchez!"

Rick Sanchez slowly walked into the room, shaking Jon Stewart's hand over the overwhelming applause from the audience, half of whom were standing up. Sanchez gave a laugh as Stewart and he both sat down.

Jon Stewart chuckled. "Wish I was greeted like that." he joked. "Anyway, thank you for being here."

"Thank you for having me."

"You are probably one of the most liked human beings on the face of the Earth right now. I mean, you saved the entire f*cking world." Stewart told Sanchez as the other man gave a chuckle and a nod. Audiences at home heard the word censored. "How was it, to be frank? How did you save the world, beat Hell, all of that?"

"Look, the cost of the war was astronomical- I cannot deny that. Not just in money, though that was considerable. I have no idea how we'll still pay for everything and there is no way that we can reduce the defence budget- for the US at least- for a very long time."

"No chance at all?"

"No hope at all. We're stuck at two point three trillion for years to come. When we got into the Abrahamic War, we assumed that it was going to last for decades and we geared up for that prospect. We've mobilized our economy and we're on a war footing. Our industry is structured around supplying the armed forces, not just ours but other people's as well, with what they need. We start slashing orders now, we'll bring about an economic depression that's unparalleled in our history. Forget about breadlines and soup kitchens, they'll be for the better off. The ones who keep their jobs. The rest won't even have those provisions to fall back on. We have to ease back, slowly and carefully." Sanchez explained. "And only when we know its safe- there's still some resistance in Hell we need to watch out for."

"When we conquered Hell, I didn't expect you to bring the Hell here." A laugh from the audience. Stewart pushed on. "So those social programs, all of that-"

"We'll have money for it. We definitely will. Hell has immense resources and we can tap into those. That will massive boost to our economy. Now, the economy nowadays is extremely tied together and linked- although the UK has more or less been permanently removed as a power, the Elfen Highers cooperate very strongly with them and Taka-Jameson Corp. has been creating millions of jobs worldwide. I think that humanity is going to embark on a new golden age, despite the damages that we've endured."

"Julius Caesar is setting up his own state in Hell, is he not?"

"And he is very adamant about not joining us. It's no matter- he's not a direct threat-"

"Good writer though. It's bizarre to see Caesar on the Internet updating a blog, I admit. Especially since the first entry was titled "Et tu your balls, Azazel." " A laugh from the crowd. "I'm going to cut to a commercial and then we'll be right back."
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Postby Nationstatelandsville » Sun Apr 07, 2013 5:58 pm

A simplistic, yet happy, piano piece began to play.

"2001," said the pleasant voice of the young American narrator over a white background, "Weren't we supposed to have astronauts and talking computers by then?"

The commercial cut to a clip from 2001: A Space Odyssey.

"I'M AFRAID I CAN'T LET YOU DO THAT, DAVE," said the voice of HAL 9000.

"OK, so, maybe not like that," the narrator continued, "but, come on. Who doesn't want a super-smart butler that can do your taxes and play Minesweeper?"

An old, balding British man is a suit appeared, holding a silver tray displaying a laptop with Minesweeper in one hand, a calculator in the other. He looked up with keen eyes and said, in a very RP accent, "I know I do."

"I mean, how hard could it be?" the narrator said, "Get on it, science."

The butler was replaced with two baffled looking men (one black, one Asian - demographics, people) in lab coats, holding clipboards.

"Oh, wait, what's that?" the narrator questioned rhetorically, "It is real? Way to go, science!"

The two "scientists" looked up at the camera and gave it a thumbs-up, smiling pearly white smiles. This was their big break, they just knew it.

They were immediately replaced by a glowing red eye on a black pad.

"Introducing Taka-Jameson's new HAL system," the narrator said, "The only commercial artificial intelligence who can do your laundry on voice command."

"I CAN DO THAT, DAVE," HAL said, "WOULD YOU CARE FOR SOME COFFEE WHILE YOU WAIT?"

"Faaaaaaaaantastic," the narrator finished, "now we just need those Replicants."

The music hit the final note and the commercial ended with TAKA-JAMESON in big black letters, their slogan underneath - "Science fiction no longer".
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Postby Nightkill the Emperor » Mon Apr 08, 2013 3:05 pm

The Legacy of John Calhoun review

By Roger Ebert

This film is an epic feat on the part of Howard Harker and the director known only as Gopher. Quite simply put, I loved this film. It featured an all-star cast, but William Shatner's portrayal of John Calhoun was simply brilliant, despite the unlikeable character he was playing. Shatner is at the top of his game in this film, having been de-aged with magic for the part. The other cast members are also brilliant in their roles, Mark Sheppard and Nicholas Cage playing an amazing Crowley and Azazel, respectively.

Legacy is a simple film showing one man's fall to corruption and extremism, and also providing a brilliant detail of the Abrahamic War as a whole. Characters are shown well and are well-rounded. The film can be quite silly at parts (The whole Christmas plotline seemed awkward, silted and stupid, as did Atlantis). However, the film recovers superbly despite these flaws, and the final battles were brilliantly done- I found Lust to be a very interesting villain, moreso than the real villain of Azazel.

Though the film is implied to be about John Calhoun, it really extends far beyond that- all of Elfen High and some others are given focus in this movie, though sometimes characters who were in the opening scenes of the movie just disappear by the end. And though the plot is supposedly begun because the characters are trying to rescue sixty kidnapped students and the bunny queen, neither of these are mentioned again, neither is the EVE robot.

However, there are many, many good things about this movie. It was funny in parts, sweet in many others (the Calliel-Ivy dynamic was adorable). I found myself genuinely enjoying the Lewis-Crowley and Lewis-Minh dynamics as well. But this film really does make you think and see the world in a different way sometimes.

Overall, I would recommend this film, one of the best of the year. Two thumbs up from me.

Roger Ebert (deceased) writes movie reviews from his new home in Heavensgate.
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Postby Nationstatelandsville » Wed Apr 10, 2013 4:21 pm

The following is an editorial from The Burning Stone (Hunter's in Hell, too), a pro-demonic newspaper in Heavensgate, published a week before a police raid found pornography and drug paraphernalia on site and closed the paper down. Not long after, the editor of the newspaper was beaten to death by a pro-angelic mob.

Heaven and Hell: The Border of Angel and Demon
by C. Jones


When I was young, the slums of Heavensgate were safe. Well, not safe, not for others. But for me? I was a beggar king.

I grew up in the Southwest District, which most people know better simply as the "Sooth'est" (Heavensgate accents have always been a peculiarity) and know it as such only through papers such as this or the occasional rhetoric from conservative angelic politicians who dig it up as an example of the depravity of the demonic race. Don't get me wrong - it was pretty damn awful, to drop the image the Stone has been trying to build as a classy paper. My family was a family of immigrants, moved to Heavensgate to avoid the Famines. They expected a prosperous land, a land of saints, a land ruled by angels. Instead, they found hot and toxic cement - as hot and toxic as the sulfur of human legend - and thronging streets full of vagabonds. Our home was a shack, shared by three families, in a row of shacks shared by even more. You can tell how prosperous a town is based on how tall a town is; in my late teens, the ceiling was more of a hat. Oh, I mentioned streets earlier, I take that back. They were dirt paths splattered with shit, piss, and rotting food thrown from merchant carts. A surprisingly small amount of that refuse came from animals.The usual day involved picking said rotting food from said piss and shit, snacking on it, watching a gang fight, running from the neighborhood bully, pickpocketing some lost angels, and catching the train to school, where I would then covertly repeat said routine will pretending to study.

I grew up in a part of the Sooth'est that belonged to the Red Sulfies. Oh, ostensibly, the entire Sooth'est belongs to Raphael, but Sooth'esterners know the truth - the District was torn in a bloody civil war between the Sulfies and their rival gang, the Blackblood Brothers. The Sulfies and Blackbloods no longer exist, not in the bosoms of the young men who fight these causes into existences at least. Some new terrors reign over here now - I couldn't tell you who, it rarely comes to my attention. It's strange how, as you grow, you realize that the most important thing to you but a moment ago was really just a petty game. I am deeply saddened to admit that I personally ensured a good deal of Blackbloods never got to have that revelation. I was inaugurated into our little organization at age twelve when I beat the shit out of a Blackblood for trying to steal my rotting fruit. It, at first, had nothing to do with gangs, but when I met them, it very suddenly did. By age 16, I had risen in the ranks of the gang - I wasn't the guy (though that's nebulous in a gang), but I was certainly a guy. It was a good life, for a demon in the slums - I used to be harassed because my mom was a "witchfucker" (I myself being a half-human), but now I ruled. I got fresh food. I got women. I got power. I was the neighborhood bully now.

Anyways, that was me. I ruled the slums. Once I left to become a soldier, I missed it. I didn't miss the slums, no, I missed being a Sulfie. I didn't like being in a gang, I liked being a Sulfie. Being a god. Despite myself, I'm still wistful for it. The slums, while still hell (with a lowercase "h"), were my hell.

And they're gone now. The slums I love are one of many casualties in the Angels' War. Once again, we are the barrier between the angels and their foes. It began with Lucifer, who hid amongst us to escape his brother. This War is merely another manifestation of the angels' dualistic bigotry; demons are to be hated and purged, but are to be spared and enslaved. One must simply look at the geography of Heavensgate to see how little they care - we demons, in our starving ghetto, were the first to be assailed by Azazel's army. We were wrapped around Heavensgate like a suit of living, screaming armor. We cried out as the demons forced themselves into our homes, as they took our women and killed our children. The angels did nothing. We attempted to fight back, but our malnourished and untrained young men were slain with the arms of man. The angels did nothing. The invaders plowed through our lives and destroyed them, leaving in their wake destitute carnage and shattered corpses. The angels only reacted when the armies were on their doorstep, where upon they thoroughly smashed their enemy and defended their homes. Could they not have defended ours?

I saw much heroism in my brethren and the humans of Elfen High, but solely cowardice and hatred in the angels. THey care nothing for the demon race beyond pack mules and wage slaves. Many think of us as mere parasites, sucking away the lifeblood of Heavensgate. I assure you, Lord Raphael, I do not want to drain your blood - I want to spill it more than anything. I want my blade buried in your chest.

Why did this war have to happen? It didn't. It didn't at all. The angels simply despised Azazel and allowed the ISSR - a human government-approved research station gone rogue and turned terrorist - to threaten his territory. Azazel was a terrible, terrible man and I rejoice in his death, but he was no danger to me and my family until the angels poked at him, then fled behind their wall of innocent flesh. I saw brother turn against brother, father against son. We should not be fighting each other - we are demons, they are angels. It is as simple as that. Azazel's demons are just the same as Raphael's - slaves. We must band together, my brothers, and we must rise against our oppressors. I do not want war, though I badly want justice. It is too soon. We have lost too many lives. Raphael, I beg you. Set us free. Give us land. We will never drain your blood again. We want simple agrarian lives, demonic lives. We do not want angelic lives. We want freedom, not war. Free us from your chains and we shall not strike back nor gorge ourselves on your food ever again.

We are not Heavensgate. We are demons. I want simply to return to my ancestral lands, which the angels stole from me before I was born, and live as my ancestors did. I want Heavensgate to have never happened, but I will forgive its existence if mine will be forgiven in turn. I just want a home for demons, not for angels; one last vestige of the Golden Age. You can name it after yourself if it pleases you, Raphael. You'd get more out of that than keeping us here.

End the violence. End the tyranny. End the angels.
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Postby Nightkill the Emperor » Wed Apr 10, 2013 6:40 pm

"Welcome back to the show!" Jon Stewart told the camera as the commercial ended. He turned back to Rick Sanchez. "Mr. Sanchez, you have heard about the news in Heavensgate, where the editor of The Burning Stone was killed? And what of the article?"

"Honestly speaking, Jon, I think that article should never have been published. I have been to Heavensgate- it is true that the demons live apart from the angels, but by necessity- demonic culture is fundamentally broken and shattered. Letting them mix with the angelic and human populations would have been a disaster, especially before Azazel's death. Now, there are some good demons, and demons who civilise themselves can be allowed to live among humans and angels and hold status. Unfortunately, the vast majority just are not suitable for that."

"So you're saying that article is untrue?"

"I am. I think this demon is grossly overstating any hardships his community faced- and if they ever did, it was by their own accord. By and large, the angels are good people. The demons have a broken culture. You can't blame them, really- since birth, the majority of them have been trained as fighters and soldiers and warriors. Their whole culture is based off that. It is not good at all. You can't believe this demon when he claims that he would return to peace and harmony if they are let loose. That's just a falsehold. No, demons cannot be allowed demonic lives- we have seen the penalty of that."

"I've seen the Cairo footage, yes..." Stewart said quietly.

"But we are making progress. We're building schools in Hell, special schools specifically for demonic orphans. We'll find them and we'll put them in the schools to civilise them and allow them to integrate with society and become a productive part of the world. We have built thirty schools so far-" He was interrupted by clapping, and some even giving a standing ovation.

Rick Sanchez continued after that. "Thirty schools, where we are trying to build a civilisation that can work. If we don't make this change now, I shudder to imagine what the next generation of both humans and demons will have to face."

"I sincerely admire the decision to make those schools." Stewart said. "I remember when some people on FOX started saying how we should make a virus to kill everything with demonic DNA and I just-" Stewart facepalmed, to the laughter of the audience and Sanchez.

"Yes, that was likely the stupidest idea I have ever heard in my life. We need to help the demons and make allies, not attempt a genocide and make a massive new enemy."

"Can you stick around? We'll throw this on the web."

"Of course."

"Rick Sanchez, everybody!" Stewart said to the cheering crowd.
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Postby Nationstatelandsville » Wed Apr 10, 2013 8:14 pm

"Ladies, gentlemen, everything in-between and anything beyond," a man (dressed a bit more formally than usual) said, addressing a small congregation of demonic and human journalists (including one Gopher, who was currently, inexplicably, filming Jones' cup of water), "good evening. For those of you unfamiliar with obscure demonic journalists, I am C. Jones, also known, apparently, as the Little Demon That Could, the Woodward and Bernstein of Heavensgate - which I'm pretty sure is a fat joke - and, in the words of ever-prudent Glenn Beck, 'liberal pond-scum taking a massive ... on Jesus, America, and FREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEDOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM! audible spite'."

A soft laugh rolled through the audience like an ocean tide. Jones smiled weakly.

"That's the last time Mr. Beck will ever take the same side as a Hispanic man," he added, prompting more courteous laughter, "This past month, I wrote an editorial for The Burning Stone paper in Heavensgate a mere week before it was shut down under dubious charges. This article, I'll admit, was written in a bad place. My wife was in labor for thirty-two hours, my old knee wound was acting up, and I had recently bore witness to the most monumentally horrifying occasion of my entire life. At least until childbirth.

Brigadier General Rick Sanchez of the International Station of Supernatural Research decided to reply to this on Jon Stewart's The Daily Show last night. In his interview, the Brigadier General accused me of of 'grossly overstating any hardships [my] community faced'. While the Brigadier General undoubtedly gained a nigh-perfect understanding of my life and experiences in Heavensgate from the single forty minute space he was there fighting a war, I am afraid that is a flagrant lie.

Brigadier General, I do not have any motive whatsoever to exaggerate. My beliefs are steeped in the experiences I had. The angels do not feed us. The angels do not employ us. The angels do not trust us. Yet, the angels want us in their nation. The angels want to make us like them. Brigadier General, I will never lie about my childhood, because then my ideas mean nothing. You, sir, are better than to accuse me of such.

It is true - demonic culture is broken. Well, cultures, but of course the Brigadier General is tolerant enough to recognize the diversity of demon life and was referring solely to the culture of Heavensgate demons. There are many, many horrors that my people have committed. We are uneducated. We are ignorant. We are intolerant. We are thieves. We are violent. But so are human beings when they need to be. I don't say that as criticism - I am half-human and love man as much as demon. They are very nearly the same, near enough, in fact, that I am possible. There are theories that we are even the same species. Brigadier General, my people are many things, but most of all, they are poor. You are, of course, familiar with Maslow's hierarchy of needs. The demon race as a whole is still trapped in the bottom two rungs. We cannot feed ourselves. We cannot keep ourselves and our families safe. We cannot afford to stay moral at the price of our children's lives. As a man who is now relatively well-off, I deeply regret many of the things I've done, but the fact of the matter is that I had to do them to get to the point where I could possibly regret them. Anyone who can't understand that has no place trying to deal with my people.

Brigadier General, demons are human too. We have just as much as potential for beauty, grace, and honor as you do. We are trapped in the past by dying fears, yes, but those fade and progress continues. We are no longer animals, haven't been in a long time. Allow us to make our journey to your civilization, Brigadier General. Allow us to reach the standard your race has set. And do not intervene. I know you have the best intentions, but these schools will merely attempt to eradicate our culture. All this will do is force us to continue it in secret. You have seen many times in your own history that you can't simply rewrite a culture. If you do, you die one of history's monsters. You are better than that, sir. You are better than all of this. Let our culture evolve as it is meant to. Let us naturally interact with our brother humans and sister angels. Let us grow as you once had to. You can't put a child in a suit-and-tie and expect him to suddenly become a lawyer.

But most of all, Brigadier General? Be as good as you are. Because you don't deserve to be despised.

Thank you. That is all."
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From a word to a word I was led to a word,
From a work to a work I was led to a work."
- Odin, Hávamál 138-141, the Poetic Edda, as translated by Dan McCoy.

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Postby Nightkill the Emperor » Wed Apr 10, 2013 8:21 pm

"This is a BBC breaking news report. The demonic rabble-rouser named C. Jones has been arrested and jailed for rhetoric likely to incite a breach of the peace. Jones will be in prison for six Earth months, but is still writing from his cell. This move by the archangel Lord Raphael has sparked vivid controversy throughout Hell and Earth. Now, back to the cricket update."


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Postby Nationstatelandsville » Wed Apr 10, 2013 8:25 pm

Nightkill the Emperor wrote:"This is a BBC breaking news report. The demonic rabble-rouser named C. Jones has been arrested and jailed for rhetoric likely to incite a breach of the peace. Jones will be in prison for six Earth months, but is still writing from his cell. This move by the archangel Lord Raphael has sparked vivid controversy throughout Hell and Earth. Now, back to the cricket update."

The following Tweet is from the Twitter account @tempestjonesc.

"@RaphaelOfHeavensgate Thanks for the cup of water (it was a really big cup, though), but you should check for phones."
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From a word to a word I was led to a word,
From a work to a work I was led to a work."
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Postby Nightkill the Emperor » Wed Apr 10, 2013 9:04 pm

Of course, other things also go on in the world at this time.

For one, hundreds of Mormon missionaries were flooding into Hell, eager to convert these heathens. They took the time to translate their holy book into the local demonic languages and save the souls of the local heathens.

"Pardon me, ma'am." one British Mormon named Luke Garren told Jones' wife as she was going to the prison to visit her husband. "Do you have a moment to hear the word of our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ?"
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Shortly after the events of the robot attack on the school known as Elfen High, Mr. Andrew Hopkins and Mrs. Bethany Hopkins requested that their adopted daughter, Sarina, more commonly known as "Sari-chan," be sent home for her own protection. The young cat girl thus returned to Minnesota and ended up going to a local high school to finish up the rest of her final year of school. It wasn't a terribly fun time for her, but she didn't really have anywhere else to go. Thankfully, it didn't last long, and she quickly graduated as the valedictorian. It remains a mystery how she achieved that status.

It didn't take much longer afterwards for Sari-chan to desire change, and she decided to take a tour around the entire world to find what she wanted to do with herself. She started by visiting someplace close and hopped up the boarder to Canada. She spent a good several months up there, exploring the country from coast to coast. It was quite an enjoyable trip, and she was excited to continue on by taking a plane to Spain and backpacking across Europe. Unfortunately, she had lost her ticket, and they wouldn't let her through the airport. Not wanting to cause a problem, the cat girl decided to hop into the ocean and swim to Spain, not quite realizing how far it was. She also didn't quite realize that she was currently in British Colombia, so swimming away from Canada resulted in her going south-west instead of south-east.

About a month later, she washed ashore onto a beach in New Zealand, much to everyone's surprise. Naturally, she thought that she had finally reached Spain but was quickly corrected. When it was pointed out to her that she was pretty much on the opposite end of the globe, she immediately gave up. She decided that she wasn't going to try again and would simply stay in New Zealand, filling out an immigration form and officially moving in. For the next couple months, she camped out at a local park while finding a job and saving up enough money to get an apartment, ready to live out the rest of her life on that island.
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Field of Demons
June, 2020


2017 had been a dismal year for American Football, with superstars like Robbie Parko and Harrisburgenstine both retiring on the same day - mid season. That was a first in Football history, and it lead to the sudden resignation of thirty different star players across the teams in America. With the chief attractions suddenly vanishing, popularity fell, people stopped going to games, and a few teams even disappeared. The Browns were gone, Cleveland couldn't afford them. The Eagles were reduced to a rec team after having lost its Charter. In short, that year killed Football. And for the following two years, the sport was nothing but a joke.

Ticket sales were nonexistent in 2019, with the Ravens scoring a record low of 40 fans actually showing up to the game, and some teams played with no fans at all. The sport was, at that point, so dead that they would be willing to do anything to bolster sales. And they did just that. Car auctions brought fans for one game, but it ultimated way a flop, as the fans booed the team for having the audacity to play when there was a car auction to be had.

Along came Zrauhesael Nepezanabael, a demon immigrant from Dis, trying to make a name for himself in the new land. He was picked up by a scouter, a one Rhett Seward, who watched him single-handedly take on three linemen in a rec game with a few friends he had made. He was immediately brought to the office of then owner of the Baltimore Ravens, Jack Sponge. Mister Sponge wanted no part of being the first man to hire a demon. In fact, he feared the demon might be shot while on the field. Nevertheless, he gave the guy a shot after he proved himself capable of stopping 'The Fridge II' in a one-on-one.

Turn the corner to 2020 season, and the draft pick. Zrauhesael Nepezanabael was instantly signed onto the Ravens for a three year contract, amidst protests from the already disheartened fan base of the sport. In their first game, they had a record turnout... Of rioters. 13,000 fans entered the stadium, and the moment Zrauhesael stepped out of the dark, they went ballistic. Thirteen recorded deaths and 172 injuries, some still not yet recovered.

Come the second game of the season, armed guards lined the stadium, and the turnout was somewhat less, around 10,000 curious spectators. In the first three plays, Zrauhesael made a name for himself that would go down in the history books. He played defensive center, and drove the opposing quarterback back thirty yards to their five. He is the only man to make a defensive touchdown by forcing a quarterback to hand him the ball.

After that, the fans loved him. Other teams followed suit, and by the time the preseason was over, every team in the league had their own demon player. But what about the league heads? Well, that's the boring part no one actually cares about. The owners went ballistic, but a cunning lawyer convinced them they couldn't bar him from playing based on a very ambiguous wording in the rulebook.

Tragedy struck, however, as Zrauhesael was murdered two months ago, after successfully grabbing the Ravens their fourth super bowl win, their third being the controversial double overtime win over the Philadelphia Eagles, who have yet to win a Superbowl.

The Steelers were also all killed in a tragic 'accident'.
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Postby Olthar » Thu Apr 11, 2013 2:22 am

The Cat's Tale: Part 1


Barney's Ice Cream Shoppe - Richmond, New Zealand
7:33 am / May 17th, 2025


A small bell jingled as the door to the tiny building was opened. Standing in the doorway was girl who looked to be about 15. She was standing as high and proudly as her 4'10” frame would let her with her rather flat chest puffed out and her fuzzy tail rigidly perked up. She was quite excited and eager to begin her first day of work at the local ice cream shop. It had taken her almost three weeks to find a job that would hire her, and she wasn't going to let herself disappoint her new boss, Barney Thompson.

“Hello, Sari-chan,” a young girl spoke from behind the counter.

The cat girl smiled and waved, “Hello!”

Sari-chan bounced over to the only other person in the room, Vanessa Thompson, Barney's teenage daughter, and stood behind the counter, waiting for a customer to arrive. It was early Saturday morning, and the store had just opened half an hour beforehand. People were likely going to start showing up soon, but for now, the place was empty and quiet.

“Are you excited for your first day?” Vanessa asked curiously, trying to strike up a conversation to bring some life into the building.

“I sure am!” Sari-chan answered energetically, “This is going to be so much fun! I get to give people ice cream and watch them be happy!”

The cat girl was wearing a smile so big that it was a wonder that it hadn't broken through her face. Vanessa let out a slight giggle at Sari-chan's sheer enthusiasm. She had only met the strange cat girl a few days before when Sari-chan came for an interview, but she already had something of an understanding about the girl. Sari-chan makes quite the first impression, after all.

“So when do the people start coming?” Sari-chan asked eagerly, looking over at the door intensely.

“Customers usually start arriving at around eight or so, but it doesn't start getting busy until about eleven,” Vanessa answered matter-of-factly.

“Aww. That's a long time away,” the cat girl responded in a disappointed tone.

Vanessa giggled a bit more, “I guess so.”

“Ooo! Do you want to watch some anime while we wait?” Sari-chan asked, brightening up.

Vanessa frowned, “I'd love to, but we can't do that while we're on the job. We have to remain ready for customers. You'll have to wait until after work if you want to do that.”

“Oh, alright. I guess we can just talk then?”

“Yep.”

The cat girl sat down on the empty stool next to Vanessa her legs crossed underneath her and her tail pointed up happily.

“So, what should we talk about?” Sari-chan asked, an innocent smile across her face.

Vanessa thought for a moment before responding with a question of her own, “Do you mind if I ask you some questions?”

The cat girl shook her head quickly, “Nope!”

“So, you're a cat girl, right? You're a supernatural being?” the girl asked, slight apprehension in her voice as she was afraid to come off as insulting.

“Yep!” came the response, as cheerful as ever.

“What's that like?” Vanessa asked, curious about what it would be like to have magic powers.

Sari-chan simply shrugged her shoulders, “I dunno. What's it like being human?”

Vanessa was briefly taken aback as she hadn't expected such a deep response, but something in the cat girl's innocent smile said that it was entirely unintentional. Nevertheless, she gave a slightly defeated, yet humored sigh and continued on, this time with a bit more of a casual tone.

“Sooo...where do you come from?” she asked while pouring herself a soda and taking a drink.

“Outer space,” Sari-chan answered nonchalantly.

Immediately, Vanessa spat out her soda all over the counter and turned to look at the cat girl who was still smiling the same as ever.

“Wh...What?” Vanessa questioned, her face and voice twisted by confusion.

“Yep. Mommy and Daddy said that I came to Earth in a meatier from space. I'm not sure what the meat was doing out there, but they said that I'm an alien just like Yuki Nagato! I can't talk really fast like her, though, so we can't be exactly the same. Also, I don't think she has a Hammerspace, so that's another difference. OH! And she's not a cat girl, either! How could I forget that? Also, I don't read as much as she does, and I'm not very good with computers. We're both good at baseball, though!”

As Sari-chan continued pointing out every point of comparison between herself and a fictional character, Vanessa desperately tried to make sense of it all. Sure, she knew that supernatural beings existed. It was hard not to know about them with how many there were these days and with that whole Abrahamic War from five years ago, but aliens? She supposed that the angels and demons were technically angels since they came from another planet, but Sari-chan wasn't either of them. Was there another dimension out there full of cat girls? No, that didn't make sense. Sari-chan had mentioned that she had been living on Earth since 2015. So, she was clearly a unique case.

Was she really from another planet within this galaxy? How would she have survived the trip through space? There were so many questions, but she figured that Sari-chan would be unable to answer any of them. The cat girl had specifically mentioned that her presumably adopted parents had informed her of her origin, meaning that she couldn't remember it. She was probably only a few years old at the time based on her current age.

After taking a deep breath, Vanessa let it all go and determined that it wasn't all that important. Why did it matter where Sari-chan came from? She was really no different than any other supernatural, and that wasn't even important, either. However, she had experienced enough surprise for one day and decided to change the subject to something a bit more mundane. Thus, after picking up a rag and wiping down the counter, she turned back to the cat girl who had somehow moved on to talking about giant robots.

“So, do you have any interests besides anime?” Vanessa asked, trying to get Sari-chan into a conversation that wasn't quite so one-sided.

Sari-chan stopped talking and thought for a bit, pondering how to respond.

“Well, I like a lot of things, I guess,” she finally answered, sounding unsure.

Vanessa frowned a bit before continuing, “How about I tell you one of mine, then? I like swimming. Do you like it?”

“Oh yes! I love swimming! I can swim a lot, too! When I was in Chyna a couple years ago, someone bet me that I couldn't swim all the way to Japan, so I decided to prove them wrong! Unfortunately, I got kind of lost and so I got tired, and I only managed to get as far as Feegee. They seemed pretty impressed, though, when I got back, and they gave me the money, so that was pretty good. How about you? Have you ever tried swimming anywhere?”

While Sari-chan was telling her story, Vanessa merely started quietly laughing to herself. Sari-chan was certainly a unique individual, and they would surely have an interesting time together. Who knew what would happen in the future?
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Postby Nationstatelandsville » Thu Apr 11, 2013 5:40 pm

Nightkill the Emperor wrote:Of course, other things also go on in the world at this time.

For one, hundreds of Mormon missionaries were flooding into Hell, eager to convert these heathens. They took the time to translate their holy book into the local demonic languages and save the souls of the local heathens.

"Pardon me, ma'am." one British Mormon named Luke Garren told Jones' wife as she was going to the prison to visit her husband. "Do you have a moment to hear the word of our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ?"

"Your savior," she spat, slamming the door in Garren's face, "I will not see my family brainwashed into your little cult."

"Who was that, mommy?" her son asked.

"A stupid, stupid man," she answered, shutting her windows with the wooden doors Caliban had installed the prior summer.
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Postby Nightkill the Emperor » Fri Apr 12, 2013 7:37 pm

Something relatively unexpected occurred on what was usually a dull spot, the American-Canadian border. It was such a dull spot that it tended to amaze many Yanks and Canucks when they found out it was a real thing.

But indeed it was, and this tranquil peace was interrupted very suddenly one evening.

Various headlines popped up on news screens everywhere.

Explosion in Okanagan
B.C Blast
Terror at America's Doorstep?

The blast had occurred a few metres short of the US border. A vehicle had stopped there, waiting for inspection, then exploded. Violently.

The death poll pushed one hundred and fifty, not counting those who were utterly vaporised in the blast.
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"Mr. Jones, please have a seat." Raphael told the well-known CJ Jones a month later. His plan of imprisoning the demon had backfired. Clearly, he would have to make new adjustments now.

Aleister Crowley also sat there at the table, giving a nod. This was a private meeting, not a global news matter. Though very rapidly it may become so. "I've been talking to Raphael here." Crowley said. "Anyway, you want some wine? A nice drink? Thanks for the compliments about my school, by the way. And an additional thank you for insulting that fucking cunt Sanchez."

"Sanchez will be here shortly." Raphael reminded Crowley.

"So I'm getting my hatred out now."
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Nightkill the Emperor wrote:"Mr. Jones, please have a seat." Raphael told the well-known CJ Jones a month later. His plan of imprisoning the demon had backfired. Clearly, he would have to make new adjustments now.

Aleister Crowley also sat there at the table, giving a nod. This was a private meeting, not a global news matter. Though very rapidly it may become so. "I've been talking to Raphael here." Crowley said. "Anyway, you want some wine? A nice drink? Thanks for the compliments about my school, by the way. And an additional thank you for insulting that fucking cunt Sanchez."

"Sanchez will be here shortly." Raphael reminded Crowley.

"So I'm getting my hatred out now."

Caliban glanced over at Crowley.

He immediately shit himself.

"Uh, wine would be fine," he said, "As red as Raphael's face will be in a moment. Be it embarrassment or rage, we'll simply have to see.

Now, why the hell am I here? That wasn't disrespectful, I live in Hell."
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From a work to a work I was led to a work."
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Nationstatelandsville wrote:
Nightkill the Emperor wrote:"Mr. Jones, please have a seat." Raphael told the well-known CJ Jones a month later. His plan of imprisoning the demon had backfired. Clearly, he would have to make new adjustments now.

Aleister Crowley also sat there at the table, giving a nod. This was a private meeting, not a global news matter. Though very rapidly it may become so. "I've been talking to Raphael here." Crowley said. "Anyway, you want some wine? A nice drink? Thanks for the compliments about my school, by the way. And an additional thank you for insulting that fucking cunt Sanchez."

"Sanchez will be here shortly." Raphael reminded Crowley.

"So I'm getting my hatred out now."

Caliban glanced over at Crowley.

He immediately shit himself.

"Uh, wine would be fine," he said, "As red as Raphael's face will be in a moment. Be it embarrassment or rage, we'll simply have to see.

Now, why the hell am I here? That wasn't disrespectful, I live in Hell."

"I'm more willing to compromis-"

"Basically, he agrees that demons and angels shouldn't live together anymore and that it would get you guys to shut the fuck up and out of his chair." said Crowley the diplomat. "But I myself, cynical man that I am, think that a place that is only demon would be a bad thing and a disaster. Not because I hate demons- I do, but I also despise angels, humans, dwarfs, gods and the like, so it evens out- but because I dislike the thought that we have to give up on any chance of peace. So we were considering a new land for you..."

"Funded by the ISSR." said Sanchez, walking through the door.

"Thank you, Rick. Your contribution is always valued." Crowley said with such deep sarcasm that many fish would drown in it.
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Nationstatelandsville wrote:Caliban glanced over at Crowley.

He immediately shit himself.

"Uh, wine would be fine," he said, "As red as Raphael's face will be in a moment. Be it embarrassment or rage, we'll simply have to see.

Now, why the hell am I here? That wasn't disrespectful, I live in Hell."

"I'm more willing to compromis-"

"Basically, he agrees that demons and angels shouldn't live together anymore and that it would get you guys to shut the fuck up and out of his chair." said Crowley the diplomat. "But I myself, cynical man that I am, think that a place that is only demon would be a bad thing and a disaster. Not because I hate demons- I do, but I also despise angels, humans, dwarfs, gods and the like, so it evens out- but because I dislike the thought that we have to give up on any chance of peace. So we were considering a new land for you..."

"Funded by the ISSR." said Sanchez, walking through the door.

"Thank you, Rick. Your contribution is always valued." Crowley said with such deep sarcasm that many fish would drown in it.

Caliban blinked.

"Raphael won't be in charge?" he said.
"Then I was fertilized and grew wise;
From a word to a word I was led to a word,
From a work to a work I was led to a work."
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Postby Condunum » Sun Apr 14, 2013 4:44 pm

BREAKING: RIOTS IN JAPAN


Riots broke out in a Japanese Baseball stadium, when the Yomiuri Giants took a huge shit on the Hanshin Tigers. I'm talking an astronomical shit. A shit so large that the manager was enveloped in... Okay, so not a literal shit. The Giants stomped the Tigers in an upsetting defeat, as the Tigers were thought to be this year's Champions. After thirteen injuries, all of which were broken legs from wild pitches, the Tigers had lost the entire top of their roster, leaving them with the backup players. The game had to be delayed three hours to allow replacement players to arrive at the game.

It's uncertain when the rioting started, but sources indicate that the rioting began after player Nihata Teko charged the pitcher after he broke the man's hand, and slammed him over the head with the baseball bat. The fans, outraged over the sudden display of violence in the already rough game, charged the field, and began an all-out brawl between the two team's fans. The teams managed to safely retreat to their respective locker rooms, and barricaded the entrances.

The rioting spilled out into the streets in under ten minutes, destroying much of the area of Kyoto surrounding the Stadium. Cars were flipped, streetlights were taken down and used as battering rams against opposing streetlight battering rams. From the words of one spectator, "It was like an all out war. The rioters were forming sides, barricading streets and making skirmishes against each other. The riot police didn't want to try anything. They were too scared. It was scary, I was scared." You heard it here folks, it was scary.

The riots lasted four days. In that time, rioters made flags, formed battle lines and had skirmishes in the streets. Entire brigades were formed, as if the people were making an army. It didn't end until Tanks from the Japanese Defense Force rolled down the streets, crushing the make-shift walls of both sides of the war zone. A record thirteen thousand arrests were made in a 24 hour period, and four hundred deaths were recorded, most of which were rioters, speared by streetlights, re-bar and shot. While the majority are thought to be pleading guilty to at least some of the charges, it's expected that there will be three years of court cases to deal with all of this. In the mean time, they will all be held in state prisons. Don't drop the soap.
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Postby Nightkill the Emperor » Sun Apr 14, 2013 6:39 pm

Nationstatelandsville wrote:
Nightkill the Emperor wrote:"I'm more willing to compromis-"

"Basically, he agrees that demons and angels shouldn't live together anymore and that it would get you guys to shut the fuck up and out of his chair." said Crowley the diplomat. "But I myself, cynical man that I am, think that a place that is only demon would be a bad thing and a disaster. Not because I hate demons- I do, but I also despise angels, humans, dwarfs, gods and the like, so it evens out- but because I dislike the thought that we have to give up on any chance of peace. So we were considering a new land for you..."

"Funded by the ISSR." said Sanchez, walking through the door.

"Thank you, Rick. Your contribution is always valued." Crowley said with such deep sarcasm that many fish would drown in it.

Caliban blinked.

"Raphael won't be in charge?" he said.

"To his great sorrow, he will not be in charge." Crowley confirmed.
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Postby Nationstatelandsville » Sun Apr 14, 2013 6:44 pm

Nightkill the Emperor wrote:
Nationstatelandsville wrote:Caliban blinked.

"Raphael won't be in charge?" he said.

"To his great sorrow, he will not be in charge." Crowley confirmed.

Caliban smiled.

"Then I really don't have any place to say no, do I?" he asked, "That said, I don't see why you're talking to me about this. I'm just a journalist. You should be talking to some demon leader, except, no, we don't have those, do we, Raphael?

Anyhow, you'll want to talk to Lord Alastor. A lot of my brothers in Heavensgate worship him as a god. Some literally."
"Then I was fertilized and grew wise;
From a word to a word I was led to a word,
From a work to a work I was led to a work."
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Postby Nightkill the Emperor » Fri Apr 19, 2013 10:46 pm

Nationstatelandsville wrote:
Nightkill the Emperor wrote:"To his great sorrow, he will not be in charge." Crowley confirmed.

Caliban smiled.

"Then I really don't have any place to say no, do I?" he asked, "That said, I don't see why you're talking to me about this. I'm just a journalist. You should be talking to some demon leader, except, no, we don't have those, do we, Raphael?

Anyhow, you'll want to talk to Lord Alastor. A lot of my brothers in Heavensgate worship him as a god. Some literally."

"We have made contact with Mr. Alastor already." Sanchez said.

"Bitch agreed after I reminded him I owned his ass and signed his bloody paycheck." Crowley said in a more concise manner. "In any case, we're going to begin construction on the city soon. A city named Auragrad. I assume you'll be moving in, no duh?"

"There will be fair access for angel immigration, however." Raphael said.

"But also fair for humans." Sanchez said in reply.

"How about we just say 'fair for everyone', have a cigar and move the fuck on, wankers?" Crowley questioned.
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It's Nightkill. He's been there so long he rents out rooms to other people at a flat rate, but demands cash up front.

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