Shielding their eyes from the bright illumination, our heroes heard a stern voice call out from somewhere above: "stand down! We have you surrounded."
It seemed that the Seattle police had finally caught up with Jan and his fellow adventurers. A bright halogen spot light shone on their toxin addled faces. Standing on the bridge of what looked like the most advanced sewer-ready battleship designed by man (or dino)was the chief of police himself.
Jan sunk a bit lower into the muck. His mind raced as the commanding voice bellowed: "come with us quietly, or we'll be forced to unleash... the CROCODILES." The dino smirked, his hand hovering over a panel with a large red button...
D: !!
TBC
-Th3 J3sT3r.
This message has been edited by BobTheDragon on May 26, 2008 7:36 AM
Selt grinned slowly as he felt his body mutate under the water.
"Crocodiles, you say?"
((have to redraw it 3 times because I saved over it? Screw that!))
"As in, REAL, LIVE crocodiles, who's DNA is about to mix with this MUTAGEN filled water which we are, at this point, SATURATED with?
"Please do, I find this concept highly entertaining.
"Oh, and Matt and Jan? I'm borrowing your DNA, I hope you don't mind."
((boat looks like what?))
"Now then, I suppose you will be releasing those crocodillies. I think we pose enough of a threat for that?"
Selt bluffed, knowing that, though the mutagen was powerful, it was only a matter of time before they reverted to their original forms, and SMART-Selt would be no more. Hopefully by then the crocodiles would be released, and with the power of the reptilian beasts they would be able to function without his more intelligent form.
The loyal dino went and flipped the croco-switch! Soon, sounds of grinding machinery echoed in the subterranean tunnel. Our heroes watched, tense, as their next challenge emerged from the Battleship's hull...
A dark shadow fell across their faces as the monster reared to it's full majestic height!
It's getting dark and gritty like a Frank Miller graphic novel...
May 19 2007, 3:04 AM
"Okay, yeah, that just creeped me out," Matt thought, as he fell and plunged back into the sewer's water.
He fell down...down in the water yet again, nearly reaching the dark bottom. Something was glowing...a hole?
"Maybe there's something to beat that stupid thing in here," Matt thought as he struggled to stay adrift in the murky muta-water. "An AK-47...a Anti-Air missle....maybe even a Hammer of Doom (TM)...just...anything's better than up THERE..."
So Matt, at least, went into this hole. Besides, the police were on coffee break, they wouldn't miss him, ne?
Right, so the tentacle selt-matt-jan monster discombobulated and our heroes fell to the murky depths.
As jan plummeted, visions of strange men and monocles flashed before his eyes. But just before he hit the water, Jan saw a white light glowing before him. It had the shape of some sort of creature...
After that, everything went black. And soggy.
If the fates are watching out for our heroes, there may be a chance... Jan, Matt, and Selt's hopes now lay with the crocodile DNA, luck, and plot devices based... on very questionable chemistry.
Finally, their salvation was at hand. With the help of the strange mutagen and the newly exposed crocodile DNA, perhaps they could somehow devise a way to defeat the dreaded Seattle police. Their boat was strong, but possibly the RAZOR teath of the reptiles could find some kink in their defense.
Unfortunately, fish they were not, and lungs they, in fact, had. Time grew short for our amazingly intellectual group. And their minds were slowly suffering from oxygen deprivation.
Meanwhile, Matt was busy exploring that hole he had floated into.
Certainly this can't be right....no...after staring at the floating fish heads for a few moments, he realized that probably, this might just be his brain's outcry for oxygen as he was duh, underwater. So Matt struggled to pull himself out of the water and back onto a ledge of the sewer. Then pulling himself to his feet with whatever he could grab to help pull himself up.
"Ugh...toxic water...dripping....and what the hell was this I just grabbed? Hopefully nothing bad..."
The rumbling noise coming from someplace downstream might say otherwise. Indeed.
>_>
TBC...ish?
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Selt stared in shock at where his arm had previously been.
"Apparently I've used my arm as a projectile weapon!" He wouldn't have said even if his lungs weren't entirely filled with sewage water and thus incapabable of being used for vocalizations.
Regardless, using Selt's heroic attack, the heros were then able to-
Wait, did I forget to draw his shirt in there? And a finger? Aaahhhh f-... Ok, whatever. Hold up.
Right as our heros were about to launch their DARING ESCAPE above water, a certain SPIKEY HAIRED INDIVIDUAL pulled a certain PLOT DEVICE, which threatened to pull everyone in the sewer into its SLIMEY PLOT CLUTCHES.
Or something.
Selt was sucked away by the sudden change of water pressure while he pondered his new one-armedness.
When Jan woke up, his mouth tasted like filth. This was to be expected, considering his recent trip through the sewer system. Everything on and around Jan for the past several hours was filthy.
The air Jan was breathing, however, tasted much fresher and warmer...
Jan opened his eyes. The bright sunlight made him wince, and he turned his head sharply to the side. Jan's cheek was covered in sand.
"where's everyone else?" Jan wondered, "And where in Gygax's name am I?"
As if in response, a young voice called out, "Mommy, look! A hobo!" Looking up, Jan saw several pedestrians leaning over a metal railing. Behind them loomed the buildings of the Seattle coastline.
"Ah... alright then." Jan slowly and painfully lifted himself up. Looking out at the ocean, he felt the caked salt and dirt on his person. "Seriously tho," Jan mused,"where the hell is everyone else?"
Matt was jolted back to life from the watery explosion as soon as his eyes started to burn. Apparently he was buried in the painful sand and saltwater combination. Double Trouble. Double Dare. So he quickly dislodged himself from underneath a pile of sand, Starbucks paper cups, Jones Soda bottles, and whatever else lie in the pile of Seattle-based refuge.
He rubbed his eyes of as much sand as he could, and tried to figure what was around him. He heard the sounds of the Marketplace. He heard a random kid saying something about a "hobo". And he saw a certain purple-shirted fellow.
So was all well now?
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Selt somehow had managed to stay conscious during the sewer drainage. Maybe because of his recent encounter with gills, maybe because any damage that would be done to his brain through suffocation and general unhealth had already been done long ago. Either way, Selt found himself struggling with the current. Like some sort of confused, backwords salmon, he dove through the depths.
Suddenly, in the hazy waters, a lightness started apearing.
Selt found himself drawn to it. Something pulled at his body, and he found himself drawn upwards to the light.
Hearing a noise to his side, our blonde and dashing hero turned his head. The sight that Jan beheld was too terrible for words: a mangled beast of refuse and jellyfish, an abomination, a creature that shamed the Gods and struck terror into the hearts of man and beast!
(looks like this lol):
Jan's blood ran like ice through his veins. A pensive look crossed his face as he considered his options; should he face this horror, or turn to die with his back to the enemy, like a dog? Should he shield his eyes from that of which the tongue dare not speak? Jellyfish. Arknessday. Miasma of pain.
Licking the sweat from his brow, Jan lept into action. Using naught but pocket lint and bravado, he crafted himself a jet-propelled water-ski. (craft hastily, +20 DC)
Not daring to turn, Jan rode the adrenaline surge into the sunset. Eyes tearing up, said our hero:
And so, off into the dazzling sunset did Jan ride, away and away and away and away and away-
Meanwhile, however, a bewildered Selt continued to dangle within his netty prison, perhaps grumbling about how rude some of these Thunnus obesus happened to be and whose head should be bitten off first, etc, when quite suddenly, a high pitched voice cut through the air like a +1 javelin-
The ribbon clad stranger stared at Selt long and hard, until finally he said with notable relief, "Ahhh, well, not a sea lion then. What are you doing in my fishing net, oddly hair colored adolescent? I need those fish canned and my clients specifically mentioned that they wanted certified child-free tuna. Now, if you were a dolphin-"
He vanished and our protagonist was swung wildly in the air when-
WHACKflobbbbbbbbuuufloobbuuuu
The net was short One selt and many, many tuna.
The stranger cleared his throat. "I am Valuese LeSmall and this is my ship. Who are [i]you[/i]?"
Selt found himself baffled. One moment, he was riding along soggily down the happy river of life (the sewer) minding his own buisiness and occassionally wearing shirts along the way, and now suddenly he appeared to be face to face with some sort of freakish fish mongering vampire of sorts. What in the world was going on.
He seemed to be trying to communicate, but Selt was familiar with Vampirecode. Obviously this creature of the night was actually intending to do something horrible. Like turn the youth's newfound friends (the fish) into some sort of disturbing smoothie or the like. And THEN to NOT SHARE ANY.
Or he wanted his blood.
Either way, Selt would not let it occure without a struggle. He armed himself in his confused frenzy with what he could find, snarling out something vaguely to the extent of "YOU'LL NEVER TAKE ME ALIVE VILE CREATURE OF THE NIGHT," only in Vampirecode (jibbrish)
"WE HAVE TO GO DANCING NEXT SPRINGSEASON YESYES????"
((OOC: I need NO sleep to post as long as I am RPing SELT. :<))
Captain Val was incensed. Had he heard correctly? Of course. The youth, clearly speaking in the legendary ancient dialect of the LeSmall family, could mean nothing else but.
"My mother was an HONORABLE woman! She did not dance with TREES!"
There came a fierce gleam to the diminutive creature's eyes.
Peppy, over-dramatic music tickled Selt's...ears?
'Your move! Your move! Your move! Your move!
Yu-gi-oh!
It's time to du-du-du-du-dududududududuel!"
Fight themes? But from where?
"Hahaaa! I summon Flying Fish in attack mode~!"
Too late. There was no time to think, the duel was on!
((OOC: Screw the rules, I have fish.))
This message has been edited by BagelMonger on Oct 18, 2007 2:13 PM
But lo! the sunset had escaped Jan, while Jan had not escaped... failure kaput
engine failure??!!!!!!!! craft check wasn't as expected!
but wait...
could sabotage be afoot? or a claw?
Little did he know that from the bloody depths, once more, rose CAMARO...
There was but a slight pause before they became afianced with...
revenge
...
and camaro's proposal was...
"Remember what you did to me?"
double epic battle entendre GO
Jan turned to face this creature of the sea. Luckily, it wasn't that horrible being he left back on the shore. It took him a moment to recognize the soggy, bandana-clad man: Camaro, the monster reborn!
"Well well, Camaro," said Jan, "I didn't expect to be seeing you again so soon. Sorry about using you as a blanket. I hope it will comfort you to know that your innards were exceptionally warm." Jan's hand slowly dropped to his pants pocket.
Jan swept his slightly-soggy hair to the side, a mysterious briefcase at his side and an OOC gleam in his eyes. "So it's revenge you want, is it? If you want to fight me, freaky fish guy, let it be on my terms! It's the least you can do after destroying the engine on my new boat."
Jan's long jacket flapped dramatically in the wind. "I'll choose the game for this match, and I choose... Duel Monsters!"
"Luckily, my dueling case is water proof," thought Jan. "It's also fortunate that this crossover was recently introduced... I love this nonsense!"
TBC!!
-Th3 J3sT3r.
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Selt started cackling slowly. Everything was going according to plan.
"You fool! You've played right into my trap!"
"The strength was not in the fish, it was in what it was *distracting you from!!!*"
Selt whipped out a card dramatically.
"YOU'VE ACTIVATED MY TARP CARD! (countering your CARP card)"
"I use the card DURIANS WITH TEATH to MULTIPLY your fish and turn them into a BRUSH TOOL!!!"
"Oh, and the durians attack you. Apparently."
WILL CAPTAIN VAL SURVIVE THE BRUTAL FIGHT? WILL SELT GET AWAY WITH USING A CARD THAT MAKES SO LITTLE SENSE? WITH THE DURIANS END UP TAKING OVER THE SHIP???
So Matt was still on that beach. Staring at what in Gawd's Effin name just happened.
And somewhere in the distance, he swore he could hear peppy music that could only happen tied with children's trading card games. It pissed him off. He played REAL card games, like *cough*MtG*cough*, and enjoyed regular times with Taiko no Tatsujin at Gameworks. Things that would make any loyal Seattle-ite proud of him. Maybe.
So what did he do?
That'll teach you to leave him to his own devices. LULZ.
Captain Val's eyes widened significantly as he watched the merciless durians rush forward, horrible teeth gnashing, gleaming in garish light, nearly blinding him with fear!
Oh, the anticipation!
Oh, his retinas!
But then, moments before the ghastly fruit descended upon our fruitlessly fretting friend, a glow- faint at first, steadily growing stronger- fizzled over each one of them. Val lowered his quivering hands and turned his gaze on Selt.
"Or! That is what you would have LIKED to have heard, eh, misguided miscreant? Hohohoho! No card you draw can win, for this power is the true power of-" He paused for dramatic effect, "THE HEART OF THE CARDS!"
His crimson eyes flashed, a grin split his face. "Your durians are useless and you are now trapped for I play-!"
"CHANGE OF HEART!"
Suddenly, Selt was enveloped in a cacoon of warmth-
Cue, magical transformation sequence!
He was spinning, spinning, spinning then-!!!
"Ha-! Ha?"
Val blinked. "Oh," He said. "It seems I have used the wrong card..."
How will Selt counter this dasterdly deed and will he be able to resist the sudden urge to go shopping?
Is it really TBC? Stay tuned!
((OOC: The crayon tool, Luke. Use the crayon tool))
