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July 19th, 2008, 11:50 PM
This time, Shriek could smile. "We are three. If these patrol units consists of two each -- as you state, I believe we wouldn't have particularly many odds against us. After all, you've shown yourself to be quite useful in a combat situation too."

"I am far more than a man," Hector sighed, "but unfortunately I am contained in the body of a man, and that limits me to the physical capabilities that limit them. My intellect and my ruthlessness let me engage many men, but unless the odds are stacked in my favor I can only kill one at a time. I can do many things to stack the odds in my favor manually, but none of those methods are available to me here. We are playing on enemy territory."

Hector turned to their pale-skinned companion. "Now, the Joker here--he is like me. And I think he and I will make an excellent team. But you, Ms. Barrison--you are different. You have powers that go beyond the natural capabilities of your everyday mortal. So I think that your plan is a good one, as long as we put a slight variation on it."

Hector looked down at the ground. There was a thin pool of blood growing there, fed by a stream that trailed back the way they came. It was running down on an inclined plane, falling from the mangled remains of the guard who Hector had run through the door mechanism.

"Let me paint you a picture..." Hector smiled, tracing a foot through the puddle. "This is how it should work. There are three corridors that each lead to the spot we need to get to and a patrol team for each one. Now, admittedly, we could simply knock out ONE patrol team, but that seems a bit too risky for my tastes, to simply hope that they won't notice us... and I DO have a grievance against these people, after all. We should try to be as quick as possible, so attacking each team individually would be a bad idea... but then, so would splitting up and taking them all at once. So let's compromise."



(Heh. Sorry for the poor blood quality. I was in a rush.)

July 20th, 2008, 05:42 AM
(So who is also on the fourth floor, just so i can get an idea of who i might be teaming up with.)

The Fear sat, watching nothing, thinking, waiting for his food. Suddenly he heard a scratching behind him. He turned to see three live rabbits, snuffling around in his cell. This must be the food, he thought. He licked his lips.

He stalked over to them and lashed out with one hand and caught one of them around the neck, the others darted off into nothingness. But it didn't matter, one was enough. He began snapping its neck in one slow, agonizing movement, enjoying the squealing noises it was making.

He heard the microphone flair into life again, then go back off. Kyle was uncomfortable with what he was doing to the rabbit. The fear eased off the rabbits neck. It was breathing hard, its heart pumping.

"This little thing" said The Fear "Is terrified, can't you feel it Kyle?"

"Stop it, thats horrible" Shouted Kyle in disgust.

"It is... isn't it" The Fear replied "But you know what" He snapped one of the rabbits legs "I am horrible Kyle"

The rabbit was squealing in pain. The Fear realized this was a weak spot for him. But why then, did the corporation see fit to give him live rabbits as a meal? To test him? No, to test Kyle. He smiled.

"This is you Kyle" laughed The Fear "This is you, when i escape"

He broke another leg

"except for you Kyle" He broke another "It will be much" He broke the last leg "Much" He grasped the head and whispered the last words darkly "worse" He twisted the head, it gave a final squeal of protest, then fell limp.

"You sick fuck" Shouted Kyle.

"Do you know why it will be worse for you Kyle?" The Fear carried on to terrified silence "You have more bones, two hundred an six to be precise, and i will break every last one, slowly. I promise you that."

Nothing, there was no more intercom. The Fear felt content. He lifted the rabbits head towards his mouth, it disappeared along with the rest of the rabbit. Instead a plate of what looked like grey intestines took its place. A piece of paper was on the side of the plate. It read.

"Sick Fuck". The Fear smiled, he liked this Kyle, he enjoyed scaring him. Shame he would soon be gone.

July 20th, 2008, 03:14 PM
(Day-um, Wadling, I thought it was being too cliché psychopath at first, but now I think you're the scariest guy in the prison. Which sort of makes sense, if you think about it.)

(Anyway, Hector and the Joker were both on the 4th Floor until their escape, so right now the only other people on your floor are NPCs. But I'm sure some PCs will be passing through your area eventually, and if it doesn't happen fast enough I might invent another NPC to get you out. As of right now, the likeliest PC candidates for you are Belkar and Dwight McCarthy on the 2nd floor, but it all depends on whether or not they wander in the right direction. They've got a map, but they don't know for certain where on the map they are.)

July 20th, 2008, 03:29 PM
(Thanks Varth, i figured i should really go for it to prove that he was a good choice. Anyway, i figure i'll just keep coming up with combat scenarios for now until i'm free. It's very fun and a really new side of my writing styles. But it's hard, so free me soon please. I'm even scaring myself.)

July 20th, 2008, 03:42 PM
CHARACTER: Freddy Kruger

CATEGORY: Smart and Witty / F*cking Hilarious

CONTINUITY: Elm Street: Freddy Kruger


CLOTHING: Fedora, Striped Sweater

PREFERRED M.O.: Gets in everyone's dreams and kills them

FIGHTING STYLE: Hand to Hand Melee

SUPERNATURAL: Blood Spots on his skin


Is this okay

Also is funny too,

July 20th, 2008, 03:52 PM
Is this okay

Also is funny too,

(Intro coming soon)

(No, DataaX. I'm sorry but you can't make up your own character. That's one of the few rules that are strongly enforced in this RP.)

(If you want to be Freddy Krueger that would be fine. But you can't make up a character that doesn't already exist in fiction.)

July 20th, 2008, 03:58 PM
So I have to be an existing one, ok fixed

July 20th, 2008, 04:45 PM
The Corinthian was unsure if the two Doughboys were real, or merely another part of this strange construct world.

"Nny," the Corinthian repeated, "Can you see them? Er, are they--GAH..."

A surge of power went through the Corinthian's body. "AAH... AAH..."

Nny turned an eye with mild concern. For a man who sent surges of deadly energy through people on a daily basis, he seemed surprisingly worried.

After a moment the pulse of power died down. The Corinthian struggled back to his feet.

"What was that about?" asked Nny.

"Er. Nothing. I think," answered the Corinthian. "Feels like... it felt like the first time Lord Dream uncreated me. Like some of my power was stolen away. And... I feel weaker now. It is an odd feeling."

The Doughboys hadn't moved. The Corinthian blinked and looked at them again.

"Er... those two over there... you CAN see them, can't you?"

(DataaX, you have the floor.)

July 20th, 2008, 04:57 PM
Heh, energy, I feel some coming into my clws, they are regerating. Yeah, If I get enough power I can escape this heckhole. Come on, come on, I am getting much stronger, and powerful. It didn't hurt much, actually, it felt.... good. Feels like I'm killing again, or all over again. Yes, Yes I HAVE MY POWER, a medium of it, but just enough to kill a person.

Time to put these babies in action, ha ha!.

I'm in the guards dream, he was dreaming of being back home. I entered it.
Hey fatboy, back home again, huh. I grapple his neck. Nighty-night, Mother F*****. I killed him slowly.

I'm out I look at the guard whil he is bleeding out his mouth and shaking. I feel him dieing. Go,go,go,Dead. I'm finally out of my cell, I gotta find the exit

Part Two

I can't find the stupid exit. *memory flash*

I remembered being yelled at by someone named Kyle whatever his name is. He was yelling at me while I was chained.

Kyle, I got to kill him. Nice and Slow.

I find the Office right by me, and I walk into it. Hey Kyle.

"Freddy!", he said. "I thought you were imprisoned".

"You were wrong punk", I said. "Maybe you should employ non-fat, and sleepy guard, or besides you messed up. I saw a screen, a screen of a man eating a rabbit. I was concerned.

"Who is he", I asked.

"Noone", said Kyle.

I grabbed his shirt and put my claws to hs face.

"Now," I told Kyle. "If you don't talk, I'll split your throat".

"Okay", said Kyle frightend."His name is *****.

"How do I get in there".

"You use that portal, but please don't kill me"

"Open, the dang portal" I yelled.

He opened it. I talked him. We had a few words and allied together. We got out of the cell and back into the office. Kyle escaped, but I didn't care In the hall, ****** told me.

"Wait, he said. "I want to take care of some lightweight. He detoured. I waited in the office for a while

(Alrighty now)

July 20th, 2008, 05:00 PM
(It's fine, DataaX, but please put out-of-story posts in parentheses, (like this.))

July 20th, 2008, 06:55 PM
The whole thing had been so surreal thought The Fear. The man who had rescued him looked odd, hardly human. But that didn't matter right now, if he had gotten into his cell then Kyle was around here. He had most likely run from his office the second the portal opened.

The Fear put his ear to the ground, heavy footsteps, he was running. Possibly to an alarm, he couldn't let him reach it. The nano-machines hadn't been activated since last time, so he moved much faster now, he was hunting.

He turned a corner, he felt fear, the place reeked of it. Sweat and tears and blood combined, The Fear inhaled, lovely.

"Come out Kyle" Said The Fear "trust me, i will find you."

He saw a light switch.

"Hmmmm, don't you just love the dark Kyle" He flicked the switch "I do, makes things more mysterious"

His eyes adjusted quickly and soon it was as if the light was still on. He followed the scent silently until he saw a figure, cowering in a small niche in the wall

"Kyle" The Fears voice danced with glee, he glided forward, grasped his neck and licked his face, purely for dramatic effect "I SEE YOU!"

Kyle let out a scream of horror, The Fear lifted him off the ground and smiled.

"Kyle, that cell was very boring." sighed The Fear in mock boredom "I want to play a little game, pick a number from one to ten"

"W- What? Why?"

"Pick... a... number... Kyle" The Fear repeated slowly, his voice more serious.

"No, i wont, i'll have no part in your g-" Kyle began

The Fear interrupted him "If you don't pick a number, i will and believe me Kyle" He moved his face closer to him "You don't want that"

"F- Four" Stammered Kyle "But what are you going to do?"

"Four, brilliant choice" The Fear chuckled "Right hand, ok then"

He grasped hold of Kyles right hand, he tried to pull away but he felt faint from being held up and was weak. The Fear twisted the hand, not until it broke, not until it shattered beyond repair. But he twisted, and twisted until the skin broke, and the whole hand was ripped clean.

Kyle shrieked in agony as he looked down at the place where his hand should have been. All he saw was blood gushing in torrents from the wound, and splintered bones hanging limply.

"Consider yourself lucky" Laughed The Fear "One was your head, though i suppose that might be preferable, at least you didn't pick six! Don't mind if i keep this do you? I might need the fingers, either for doors, or a light snack."

He watched as Kyles eyes stared up at him, then rolled back into their sockets, his eyes closed. Though not for the final time. He knelt down and searched him. He discarded most of the things but most useful was the baton and a set of keyes.

He headed back to the office and dumped the bloody hand on one of the computer terminals. He turned to his new companion.

"Got his keyes, i'll just get my stuff and we can set off" he said as he unlocked several lockers. He found some very odd things, a mask made to cover only the mouth, some playing cards, a glove with claw extensions before he finally came to his own things.

As he equipped himself with his own gear, he decided to take the other stuff with him. Anything can be used as a weapon. The glove matched the colours of his companions clothes.

"This yours?" He asked, tossing the glove to him.

He nodded.

"So, where do we go now?"

July 20th, 2008, 06:59 PM
(Just to fill everyone in who didn't understand--Freddy Krueger was able to absorb some power from the Corinthian, since both of their powers are fueled by dreams. Freddy escaped and freed the Fear. Now Freddy and the Fear have teamed up and are loose on Level 4.)

(Xaxem's absence is going to drag two major characters behind on the storyline if I don't do something about it. So I'm going to have to take control of Johnny C. for now.)

July 20th, 2008, 07:02 PM
I think we should go up higher so we can regain our powers

July 20th, 2008, 07:04 PM
(Also, in case you didn't get it, i picked up a pack of the jokers playing cards. And a mask, who could that possibly be for?)

(Also Varth, any chance of some sort of map for us as well? If not, it's cool)

July 20th, 2008, 07:09 PM
(Also, in case you didn't get it, i picked up a pack of the jokers playing cards. And a mask, who could that possibly be for?)

(Also Varth, any chance of some sort of map for us as well? If not, it's cool)

(I'm working on it. But you guys won't be able to leave the 4th Floor until I advance the plot a little bit in the other subplots so it probably won't matter. You can wander around and kill guards for a bit until I make the CEO start paying attention to you.)

(Remember that neither of you have fully regained your powers, though. Wadling, you'll need medical attention to remove the nanite implants in the Fear's skeleton, and DataaX, you've used up all the dream-power that you had. You'll have to fight in hand-to-hand combat until you learn how to get your power back.)

July 20th, 2008, 07:16 PM
The Fear looked at his companion.

"Let me look at some of these files first, you never know what intelligence can do for you"

He walked over to some filing cabinets, various names that he didn't know aside from his. He decided not to look into it, the opinions of fools rarely matter.

"So" The Fear leaned against the wall "Who are you? How did you escape on your own? Thats pretty impressive. Did they have you in a nothing room as well?"

July 20th, 2008, 07:29 PM
"Well, my name is Freddy, Freddy Kruger". "I escaped by killing the guard in his sleep". "It's wierd though, I absorbed some power out of nowhere, but I gotta admit, it felt good". I was gonna go out into the lower part of this place, but I wanted to kill Kyle for torturing me".

"What", said The Fear."

"Don't Worry, I saw you and you were intresting and I wanted to free you".

July 20th, 2008, 07:33 PM
This Freddy seemed like an ok guy, and he managed to escape so easily. He must be a valuable asset to have, thought The Fear.

"I won't tell you my real name" Said The Fear. "Just call me Fear. We have to find a way out of here."

He looked at one of the security cameras and spotted an elevator.

"Lets start there" He suggested.

(It will be locked by the way dataaX, in case you decide to go to it in your next post)

July 20th, 2008, 07:41 PM
(Freddy and the Fear! xD That's an awesome team name.)

July 20th, 2008, 07:44 PM
"Okay lets do it" I agreed.

Freddy ran to the door but The Fear stopped him. The Fear heard a voice.

"Hey I heard some yelling" said the voice. "Yea hey let's go see what Kyle is doing. " Hey that Fear guy creeps me out.

"Why", said the other guy.

"Because he is so, so ugly".

The Fear got angry. He waited for them to come in the office. The guards came in while Fear and I hid, They looked at the screen and yelled because Fear wasn't in there. Fear turned off the lights. Fear Twited him arm by pulling it back and pushing it upwards, I just stuck my claws in his back digging for his sping so I could rip it out. Fear finished him off by grabbing his head and pulling it off. I got the spine out and pushed him down

" Hmmmm...", I said. "I guess by the way we killed those morons, we can call that a Fatality."

"Yeah" said The Fear

"You ready to go to elevator" I said

The Fear nodded

(Wadling, pretend we didn't know it was locked)
(Is that okay Varthonai)

July 20th, 2008, 07:47 PM
(DataaX, it's not enough to say "the guards got slaughtered"; you have to give some detail if you're going to describe a battle. If you can't put some effort into your posts, let Wadling write the battle scenes.)

(I'll tolerate one more post without details, DataaX, after that I'm going to put you on probation. You'll have to run posts by me for approval.)

July 20th, 2008, 07:56 PM
(Okay ,but how about two chances)

July 20th, 2008, 07:58 PM

(Sorry dude, but this RP has worked beautifully so far and I'm going to have to be strict about rules here. One chance. Not two.)

July 20th, 2008, 08:02 PM
(Well I've fixed the one above)

July 20th, 2008, 09:55 PM
(After a long hiatus, the Corinthian / Nny subplot is back up and running. For those of you who were fans, sorry for the long wait. :()

Nny considered the recent turn of events. “Well, I’ve always been looking for something new… ‘Over the Stars’ and all that.”

“DON’T LISTEN TO HIM, YOU FOOL!” roared one of the Doughboys. The Corinthian turned his head weakly to look at it. This creature was painted with ghostly figures dancing around the rim of its chef’s hat, and insane spirals whirling in its eyes. The word “FUCK” was inscribed upon its chest in all capitals.

“Johnny boy, you are a monster beyond redemption and you KNOW that for a fact! A world beyond this one is no answer to your madness!”

“Just this once, I agree with Psychodoughboy!” replied the other Styrofoam creature. “Your houseguest wants you to look to the future—I say, indulge in the here and now! Kill the fucker! Pop his eyeballs! Or… well, no, that could be difficult, but kill him anyway!”

Nny thought about it for a while. Then he turned and shook his head. “No. No, I don’t want to listen to either of you right now. This is new. This isn’t manic or depressive.”

The Wall behind them rumbled a bit. The Doughboys turned their heads, as if they were receiving directions.

“As you say, boy,” they answered in unison. Then they collapsed to the ground, and two tiny bolts of light were sucked from their bodies and moved back into the Wall.

Nny thought to himself for a bit. “I need some time alone,” he said the the Corinthian. “Just… just stay here for a bit.”

The Corinthian nodded, rubbing his muscles wearily, still drained from the odd power-leech event a few minutes past. What happened then? he thought. Did the Wall do that? Take some of my power into itself? Is that what’s been happening to this guy, enslaved by the Wall until he became a crazy husk of his former self? Will that happen to me?

The nightmare could do nothing but wait for a verdict from Nny. And the fact that he had to wait while standing mere feet away from the Wall, the thing that had tried to kill him only moments before--that did little to make the situation any more comfortable.

“Oh, for the love of—I forgot about Todd!” the Corinthian realized aloud, slapping his palm into his face. I’ll go fix that roof while Nny is thinking. And I should probably come up with a plan to get the Wall moving, too… there are lots of new things to consider today.


"Nail Bunny, I need your advice."

Nny had retreated to the back room, home to a desk with a variety of pointy objects strewn over it, and home to a small rabbit corpse pinned to the wall.

"You see, Nail Bunny, I made a new friend today. An interesting new friend. And he made me a proposition."

The rabbit stared sadly with eyes that were stitched shut. "And what did you say, Johnny?"

"I haven't answered him yet. I thought I should talk it over with you. Mr. Eff is prone to fits of violence and Psychodoughboy just wants me to be miserable. I needed another opinion, so here I am. And here you are."

"Is that meant to be funny?" asked Nail Bunny. "Since I'm not about to go anywhere else, I mean. I'm literally nailed down."

Johnny sighed. "No. No jokes, my bunny. It's just... I worry that the Wall has more control of me than it should. It makes me go out into the world, going to all that effort just for blood; it even makes me think that I like it! I need to get away from all of this. I'm losing my grip, or what tenuous grip I have left. I'm relinquishing control of my insanity."

"What happened to your old ideas? Is this going to turn into another debate about the logistics of suicide?"

"YOU DON'T KNOW ANYTHING!!!" Nny shouted at the dead rabbit. "YOU'RE JUST A STUPID BUNNY ON A WALL!!!"

"I know that, Johnny. My point is, do you have any new developments in this argument? Or are we going to be going through the same discussion we've had a thousand times before?"

Nny paused. "Well... since you put it that way... the funny man in the front hall with no eyes, he thinks I should leave this world. But I don't think he's talking about suicide."

"You're putting faith in a total stranger? Who has no eyes?"

Nny raised an eyebrow. "You're one to talk. You're a dead rabbit on a wall."

"That's different. We're old friends."

"True. But this man offers something no one else ever has... an opportunity for something completely new. It might be a whole 'nother shithole over there, yes! I admit it! But it would be a NEW shithole, with new morons to eviscerate! Possibly new anatomies to discover! Think of the endless possibilities, Nail Bunny!"

"It's your choice, Johnny. I can't say I feel strongly either way. But seeing as how you'll probably never see me again if you say 'Yes', well... it's been nice knowing you."

Johnny smiled and patted the rabbit on its maggot-ridden head. "It's been nice knowing you too, Nail Bunny."

Then Nny had an idea. A wonderful idea.

"Nail Bunny! You can come with us!"

"I don't think so, Nny. Nailed to the wall, remember?"

Johnny took a hammer from the tool chest on the desk and flipped it over, exposing the claw end. He fitted the claws underneath Nail Bunny's back and pried the nail from its stomach. The limp rabbit carcass tumbled to the floor.

"Ugh... I think you crushed a few of my ribs, Johnny."

"Oh, don't be a spoilsport, bunny. We can be together now!"

Johnny hugged the rotting creature to him like a stuffed animal. Which, as a matter of fact, it was--although it was of course only "stuffed" with rabbit organs, rather than the usual sawdust and carcinogenic taxidermist supplies.

"Let's go talk to my new friend! He'll be so excited! Oh, this is wonderful, bunny!"

Nail Bunny looked decidedly unenthusiastic about it.

July 21st, 2008, 01:43 AM
(Just wondering, but is kayako from the grudge a no or yes?)

(and one more thing, is it alright if I'm using all three "ghosts?" in this?)

July 21st, 2008, 01:48 AM
(Just wondering, but is kayako from the grudge a no or yes?)

(and one more thing, is it alright if I'm using all three "ghosts?" in this?)

(Originally I thought so. Vic didn't. I considered what Vic said and I have since come to think that he's right.)

(Sorry, but no. Kayako is just too... antisocial. I mean, all of the killers are antisocial but Kayako more so than others. Even Jason Voorhees shows a little more humanity than Kayako.)

(But if you want to pick one of the other suggested female characters I'm cool with that. We seriously need more girls in this game.)

July 21st, 2008, 03:58 AM
The Fear looked despondently down down at the dead body before him, he tossed the head down and sighed. What had happened to giving your opponent a chance, giving yourself a challenge. This new companion of his was vicious and far to quick to kill immediately for his liking. He seemed far too willing to 'team up', a trait often associated with that of fools. He stayed on his guard, in case one of Freddys violent moments turned on him.

As They headed off to find the elevator, they passed a massive pool of blood.

"That your little detour?" Asked Freddy.

"Yes, that would be the outcome of my encounter with our good friend Kyle" replied The Fear, not stopping.

He was anxious to escape this place, he knew that the moment the corporation discovered his escape, they would activate the nanites in his bones again and he would be helpless. He had to get as far away from this place as possible before that happened Or find somebody willing, or unwilling for that matter to help.

After much wondering in the hallways, left and right turnings, turning back, dead ends and cell after cell after cell of captives. They reached the promised elevator.

Freddy pushed the up button, explaining that.

"The higher you are, the more important you are"

"Not in every case my friend, but we may as well start there." The Fear replied.

A voice echoed down the halls.

"Please enter 10 digit door code for restricted access elevator 5/2B. If you are at the wrong elevator or are not authorized to use this elevator, please ask the senior officer on call." The voice was patronizing, that of a young woman. "If there is a medical emergancy, gas leak, rogue officer or escaped convict, please report to the panic room until further notice. If you are an escaped convict, please report to the nearest alarm system and quote the following, 92846, subject name here, escaped. Thank you."

The Fear had stopped listening a while ago, and was now pounding on the door.

"DAMN" He shouted. "What now?"

Freddy had been listening to the voice and suggested.

"How about we look for more guards in this 'Panic Room'. It's where all the officers go if someone escapes."

They agreed and set off.

July 21st, 2008, 08:43 AM

I close my eyes and rub my nose bone. Today was going to be a long day I'm sure. I press the button again and turn the device off before getting to my feet. Moving around in this facility was about as dangerous as staying put. The agony of choice.

"We'd better get moving. They'll come searching for Adams sooner or later."

Somehow the hallways are dead quiet. The guards are gone - the other prisoners doesn't make a sound. That cold thing happens to my gut as I start walking, perfectly aware that I unarmed. Hopefully some of the guards at this place carried guns.

"Let's go, Belkar."