Post by Rugs on Mar 31, 2010 0:11:37 GMT -5
Edit: Looks like Leif pwned Xavier out of this thread... Does that mean I win?
Player: Rugs
Character Selection: Leif Erikson
Select Location: The 9th Dimension
The skies turned the color of blood fresh from a wound and some looked up to see what the possible cause could be. They were fools. None of them could survive the glorious countenance of Leif Erikson as he stepped through a rift in the dimensions, coming into a universe that was not nearly worthy enough for his glory. The faces of those that saw Leif melted, and their bodies became naught but ash.
Though was the size of a normal man, the ground shook with every footfall. With every step, a thousand scorpions rose from the dust and devoured any fool that was unfortunate enough to be near him. They were not kind deaths, nor were they slow, but to Leif, any man that could not deal with one thousand scorpions pulling his flesh apart was weak, and a waste of space.
A building exploded into a cauldron of flame and smoke as he strode by it, but Leif did not turn to gaze upon it, for he was far too cool to be bothered with the trivial task of looking at an explosion. People fled from the wreckage, screaming in terror, but they were all overwhelmed by scorpions and cut down.
There was a noise from behind a corner, and Leif's eyes, which no word in our pitiful language can describe, turned to look at the source. It was a woman with striking bloind hair, dressed in brown robes and with some pathetic glowing stick in her hand. She issued a challenge to Leif, claiming to be a master of her order, and commanding him to stop. She was brave, if nothing else. One moment, Leif was standing casually, about a dozen feet away from her. The next, he was behind her, and grabbed her by her bloind hair and yanked her head back. His hand whipped out to grab at her face, and a scream unlike any other ever heard by mortal ears escaped from her throat. Her skin grew waxy for a moment, before it started flow down the sides of her head and onto the dusty ground down below. For ten seconds Leif held her, and for ten seconds she melted as ice melts before a flamethrower. When he was done, there was nothing left of what had once been a pretty face, and her skull fell roughly to the ground.
The men who had been fighting each other only moments ago suddenly found their conflict forgotten in light of this newer foe. Imperial and Rebel, oppressor and oppressed, all turned as one to destroy this seemingly unstoppable threat. They, too, were fools. Leif's hands shot out to either side of him, and the earth shook. The men fell still as their weak minds raced to discern the source of the tremors, and it that, they sealed their fate. Giant tentacles, thick enough to smash an AT-AT, erupted from the sand, and laid waste to all of them. Leif was unmoved though. He simply stood, there, arms held out, and watched them die.
The ground welled up beneath him as the screams of the dead and dying filled his ears. Leif rose up into the air, impassive and unmoving, as the head of a great beast lifted up from the sand. A roar, low and guttural as if from the very bowels of hell itself, filled the air, and those that still lived looked up to behold the terrifying form of the Kraken towering above them. Some died from the very thought of the Kraken dwelling out in the desert, but when Leif Erikson willed it, even a sea of sand would sustain the life of the ocean's creatures.
A silence fell as all beheld Leif's glory upon the head of his majestic mount. Some whispered reverently that he was the Chosen One, come to bring balance to the Force. Others theorized that he'd arrived to save them from the oppression of the Empire. Again, all of them were fools. As Leif's hand rose, and massive chunks of the ground with it, one thing became apparent: Leif was not their salvation.
He was their destruction.
Player: Rugs
Character Selection: Leif Erikson
Select Location: The 9th Dimension
The skies turned the color of blood fresh from a wound and some looked up to see what the possible cause could be. They were fools. None of them could survive the glorious countenance of Leif Erikson as he stepped through a rift in the dimensions, coming into a universe that was not nearly worthy enough for his glory. The faces of those that saw Leif melted, and their bodies became naught but ash.
Though was the size of a normal man, the ground shook with every footfall. With every step, a thousand scorpions rose from the dust and devoured any fool that was unfortunate enough to be near him. They were not kind deaths, nor were they slow, but to Leif, any man that could not deal with one thousand scorpions pulling his flesh apart was weak, and a waste of space.
A building exploded into a cauldron of flame and smoke as he strode by it, but Leif did not turn to gaze upon it, for he was far too cool to be bothered with the trivial task of looking at an explosion. People fled from the wreckage, screaming in terror, but they were all overwhelmed by scorpions and cut down.
There was a noise from behind a corner, and Leif's eyes, which no word in our pitiful language can describe, turned to look at the source. It was a woman with striking bloind hair, dressed in brown robes and with some pathetic glowing stick in her hand. She issued a challenge to Leif, claiming to be a master of her order, and commanding him to stop. She was brave, if nothing else. One moment, Leif was standing casually, about a dozen feet away from her. The next, he was behind her, and grabbed her by her bloind hair and yanked her head back. His hand whipped out to grab at her face, and a scream unlike any other ever heard by mortal ears escaped from her throat. Her skin grew waxy for a moment, before it started flow down the sides of her head and onto the dusty ground down below. For ten seconds Leif held her, and for ten seconds she melted as ice melts before a flamethrower. When he was done, there was nothing left of what had once been a pretty face, and her skull fell roughly to the ground.
The men who had been fighting each other only moments ago suddenly found their conflict forgotten in light of this newer foe. Imperial and Rebel, oppressor and oppressed, all turned as one to destroy this seemingly unstoppable threat. They, too, were fools. Leif's hands shot out to either side of him, and the earth shook. The men fell still as their weak minds raced to discern the source of the tremors, and it that, they sealed their fate. Giant tentacles, thick enough to smash an AT-AT, erupted from the sand, and laid waste to all of them. Leif was unmoved though. He simply stood, there, arms held out, and watched them die.
The ground welled up beneath him as the screams of the dead and dying filled his ears. Leif rose up into the air, impassive and unmoving, as the head of a great beast lifted up from the sand. A roar, low and guttural as if from the very bowels of hell itself, filled the air, and those that still lived looked up to behold the terrifying form of the Kraken towering above them. Some died from the very thought of the Kraken dwelling out in the desert, but when Leif Erikson willed it, even a sea of sand would sustain the life of the ocean's creatures.
A silence fell as all beheld Leif's glory upon the head of his majestic mount. Some whispered reverently that he was the Chosen One, come to bring balance to the Force. Others theorized that he'd arrived to save them from the oppression of the Empire. Again, all of them were fools. As Leif's hand rose, and massive chunks of the ground with it, one thing became apparent: Leif was not their salvation.
He was their destruction.
