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Post by The Great MM on Sept 16, 2013 20:35:38 GMT -5
The date is Christmas, 2016. My name is Zachary Geoffrey Styles, agent of the Anti-Kaiju Defense Forces and pilot of the Hessian. Since 2012, I have fought alongside the A.K.D.F. and several giant monsters… kaiju… to protect humanity and innocence. In these four short years, I have seen aliens, monsters, fish people, and even ancient Gods. I’ve had dozens of victories and saved millions of lives. I tend to think of my career as a success. Or at least I used to.
Today, as I write this, it may be Christmas. But today, there is no joy. There is no happiness. Nothing we, as a species, have seen could have prepared us for what had happened just two months ago in October. When Argus and Shendar appeared before us, without Yoomanga, we knew something was amiss. They had found the long lost Jacob Henz, but Patrick was still missing. We knew that these enemies… these demons… were out to awaken something. We figured it was just going to be something like Q’thulu – an ancient God of immense size that we could put our faith in the likes of Thresher defeating.
But this was not the case.
When Darklore arrived, we threw everything at him. But nothing worked. First small countries fell as his invasion force struck. The world really didn’t cry in pain when the Middle East was virtually obliterated. Attitudes quickly changed when Great Britain was. Then Germany. France. We tried to keep up. We did. Even with Klenthurian reinforcements, we could only halt the unholy alliance of the Gray and Darklore. Buy a few hours before entire cities were annihilated. As Europe was covered in darkness, there was a United Nations vote to release all the monsters from Genesis Island. It was hoped that, much like Taninim did before, they could sense this great threat and face it for us. Defend their planet… their territory.
But I guess Darklore heard about our plan.
The son of a bitch attacked Genesis Island. I remember watching, just a month ago, when the devil appeared over the island. In a flash of dark power, the world wept. It was surreal. The island was gone. Our last hope of salvation destroyed by a demon with a God complex. God knows where Argus and Shendar are now. We could use them more than ever.
When Darklore left the ruins of Genesis, we realized what we were facing. This wasn’t a standard invasion force. This demon isn’t even after the Earth, but what lies beyond. The world where Argus and Shendar are. Everything else here exists now just for his demented amusement.
Now, we’re gathering our final forces. The world stands united, possibly, for the last time. I’m writing this just so there could be a document. A piece of information telling any future civilizations, if the planet somehow survives, that humanity didn’t go out with a whimper… If this is the last march into war we make, then by God, we will make it count. If we fall, we will go out with a bang.
Darklore has turned this world into his kingdom. His base of operations, so to speak. If that’s the case, then we’ll let him rebuild it from the radioactive slag that’ll be caused by our failure.
Every weapon is armed. Every surviving nation is mobilized. Every remaining kaiju has gathered. On this day, December 25th, 2016, we will either go extinct. Or we will show the bringer of the apocalypse the true meaning of Armageddon.
[glow=purple,6,300]Legion of Darklore[/glow]
Coming 2014----
A brief "trailer" for my next story following the end of WWK, which ends in the next chapter being posted on Deviant Art.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 16, 2013 21:00:17 GMT -5
Quite the preview. Seems almost like a movie. I certainly do love the first-person angle and the tone... this should get reeeeallly good.
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Post by Fainis the Sadistic Pansexual on Sept 17, 2013 2:04:20 GMT -5
Jesus, is that some scale. This is gonna be far bigger than anything I ever imagined and I'm loving it.
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Post by The Merry Lambfish on Sept 17, 2013 20:28:03 GMT -5
It's cool and all, and I like it... But didn't IR say original stories/fan fiction isn't allowed here? I know it's technically a preview, but it's VERY close to crossing that line.
But don't mind my nitpickieness. I'll let IR make the judgment.
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Post by The Great MM on Sept 18, 2013 17:24:22 GMT -5
It's cool and all, and I like it... But didn't IR say original stories/fan fiction isn't allowed here? I know it's technically a preview, but it's VERY close to crossing that line. But don't mind my nitpickieness. I'll let IR make the judgment. Who does IR think he is? The boss? He can kiss my ass. Gonna' be posting a new trailer every 3 or 4 days until LOD begins. <3 you, IR. |
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Post by The Great MM on Sept 21, 2013 17:41:16 GMT -5
The coldness of the deep blue was too much for most life. But for him, it was home. The man-made terror, originally designed as a protector, clawed at the sand in the deepest reaches where no light could penetrate. His cruel eyes blinked as he searched. He knew his master, his father, was dead. Killed in his prime by things. Things neither human nor animal, but something else. As the days progressed, the beast’s mind twisted and bent even further. The thoughts of regaining his father were replaced by those of vengeance…
Above the emptiness of the sea, the apocalypse was in full swing. The creature’s keen senses could hear the death and destruction being spread far and wide. Not too long ago, he heard one of the blasts that rattled an entire island chain…
Now was the time…
The creature’s head lifted from the sand, maw opening wide as a fountain of bubbles exploded from his throat. Fined spines racing down his head to his tail flexed and spread. He stood up tall, patting the seafloor with his lengthy tail. He swam up for what seemed like hours. Every inch the giant came closer to breaking the surface, he could sense the coming quenching of the thirst for revenge. Perhaps it was another trait adopted from his father. After all, not only did he share the same DNA as Taninim, but also Dr. Rudolph Ackert. And if there was one thing the mad man was more notorious with than his kaiju creations, it was his mean streak when it came to those who crossed him…
Leoxic’s head shattered the serenity of the sea. The bright moon overhead illuminated his gray, rubbery hide and black stripes patterned after those of the lionfish. The aquatic beast’s eyes narrowed as he spotted the inferno in the distance. Something inside of him was infuriated. Leoxic’s head silently dipped beneath the calm water, leaving just his lines of spines poking above. He swam. The fastest of all aquatic monsters swam…
On the coastline of the wasteland that was once New Zealand, a trio of demons relished in the glory of destruction. The rolling hills and vast grasslands were annihilated, torn apart by a combination of alien firepower and supernatural hatred. The trio sat around a vast fire, fed from the ruins of an old farmyard. One was almost Greek-like, a Cyclops being with feathered wings. Dark fur covered its lower half, its feet tipped with hooves and hands replaced by rusty, metallic pincers. The other was almost completely human, but naked and skinless. The final was something else entirely, a more beastly entity with the head of a wolf, body of lion, and tail of a scorpion…
They were but pawns, mere soldiers, in the Legion of Darklore…
The Cyclops’ ears twitched as waves crashed on the rocky shore. Its singular, crimson eye looked to the sea and could see nothing but the reflection of the white moon. The skinless entity chuckled, “You hear something? Maybe more of those armed human boats?”
The Cyclops shook its head, “I don’t know.” He spoke in a highly monotone voice.
The chimera beast growled, standing up on all fours and turning its head toward the sea. It sniffed the air, wisps of embers and smoke drifting from its canine nostrils. Its scorpion tail lifted from the ground and raised over its head.
The Cyclops took a step forward, “But something is coming.”
The other snickered again, obviously unfazed and unafraid. “Then let them co-.”
The Cyclops looked over. His partner dropped to his knees, a dozen or so spikes stabbed directly through his body. From chest all the way to his groin, the skinless demon remained on his knees. A waterfall of gore spewing from his body before another spike impacted his head, dropping him to his back. The other two demons jumped back-to-back, the chimera barking into the darkness.
The Cyclops lifted his pincer hands, the claws snapping with frightening speed. “Show yourself!” The demon boomed, stomping a hoofed foot. A clicking noise came from the surrounding darkness, followed by an invisible force engulfing his one-eyed face. The demon’s body immediately went limp, arms dropping to his sides as the focused sound made the skin of his skull roll like waves. The demon’s eye bulged in its cranium, strands of crimson quickly flowing from the corners. He tried to scream, but no muscle in his face reacted. The sound waves paralyzed his head. Then the sound increased. The canine chimera behind him spun about, barking wildly as the air around its master’s head warped.
Finally, like a ripe grape, the skull of the demon popped! Pieces of his head and brains flew in every direction as his body collapsed like an oversized domino. The chimera spun in circles, barking at the unseen enemy using the dark against them.
Then he stepped into the light of the fire. The amphibious kaiju and one of the last monsters that survived the coming of the apocalypse. Leoxic rolled his shoulders and kept his black eyes locked on those of the demonic dog. The chimera pawed at the soil, kicking up dirt and ash with haste. Leoxic tilted his head, blinking while his lip twitched and revealed his large, pearly white fangs…
The chimera leapt with the speed of lightning. In mid-air, the canine yelped in agony, its body spinning onto its side as dart-like spikes launched from Leoxic’s chest. The demon landed with a thud next to Dr. Ackert’s finest creation. The aquatic nightmare snorted in disgust, merely glancing down at the animalistic abomination with complete contempt. He lifted a clawed foot, watching his victim’s wide eyes filled with pain and terror. Leoxic’s head rolled again, completely uncaring, as he dropped his foot down, crushing the wolf head under his heel.
Leoxic remained silent as ever as he walked away, tail dragging behind him and extinguishing the demonic camp’s fire in the process. In the distance, he could see many other glowing torches… many more enemies. But each of these enemies was now his victim…
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Post by Deleted on Sept 21, 2013 19:48:57 GMT -5
Leoxiicccc! ...oh I see where this is going. Leoxic is gonna be the new Taninim.
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Post by Fainis the Sadistic Pansexual on Sept 22, 2013 0:21:54 GMT -5
Leoxiicccc! ...oh I see where this is going. Leoxic is gonna be the new Taninim. Exactly what I was thinking. |
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Post by The Great MM on Nov 13, 2013 19:44:39 GMT -5
It was dark and cold. The air itself fermented with the smell of death. Even the vile that had begun to pollute the Earth had penetrated the barriers between existences and flooded here. It was putrid. Walking through the darkness, a hand covering his mouth as he breathed, Argus looked about. He had no sight here, no means of piercing the everlasting darkness that was the creation of one of his former allies. Even transformed in his true form of that of a humanoid saurian, the Primal God felt helpless. Here, he wasn’t a God. Just a possible victim. Things could go sour in any number of ways at any given time. Despite this, he had to press on. There was no other choice. If Earth… if existence… had any chance of survival, he had to press on. There was no going back.
As he stumbled through the dark, every footstep careful, the sounds of feathered wings overhead reached his ears. He looked up, but still couldn’t see a thing. He knew Raza would find him, not the other way around. And he had a suspicion the Guardian of Death already knew of his presence. After what seemed like an eternity, the entity’s harsh, whisper like voice beckoned. “You have a lot of nerve to come here.” The owl-like creature spoke, sounding as if a cancerous old man on his deathbed.
Argus stopped walking, “Nerve is about all I have left.” He answered, feeling a gust of wind pass over him, followed by the sound of something heavy hitting the rocky ground.
No sooner than the sound of him landing, a dim light illuminated the environment. It was empty. A barren wasteland, void of anything but gray rocks and a few scattered, twisted branches spearing out of the landscape. “It’s much emptier here than what it should, for being your valley.” Argus’ brown eyes scanned the area before looking at the owl. Normally, the valley of death would be filled with lost souls that would belong to Raza. But the Primal God knew better. Everything killed by Darklore was being absorbed into his mass of tortured souls.
Raza’s head tilted and his wings wrapped around his body. He still looked very much like an Earth owl, but the eyes completely gone and replaced by circular mouths filled with countless, needle-like teeth. The creature’s beak began to speak. “You’ve come here to bargain?” He could sense it. There was no other reason why his former captain would search him out, not after their last encounter where Darklore was resurrected entirely.
Argus shook his head, “I have nothing to bargain with.” The Primal God crossed his muscular, stone-colored arms. His Triceratops-ian head looked straight ahead, three horns pointing at the owl. “I’ve come merely to talk some sense into you. You have the power to end this.”
The owl shook his skull from side to side while walking around Argus. “No.” He spoke, repeating the word once over. “You have much to bargain with. Even more to sacrifice.” Argus’ turned his body to keep it inline with Raza’s as the owl circled him like a grounded vulture. “Your humans are sacrificing their lives, even willing to sacrifice their planet, to save an existence they don’t even comprehend. You, Argus, have sacrificed numerous lives to get what you desire. Remember?”
The Primal God closed his eyes, flashbacks of when he was forced to abandon the former guardian for dead in a previous battle against Darklore’s forces. “If you want an apology, I am sorry for what happened to you.”
The owl cooed. “Oh, it’s nothing personal. I’d say we’re even after our last encounter. You’ve wrecked thousands of lives in your campaign for good, now I’ve wrecked just as many in my campaign for evil. But you want this over.”
Argus’ eyes narrowed, “So do you.”
“For different reasons.” The owl sharply responded in a whispering voice, “But as so many sacrifices are being made on Earth. Through all the chaos and destruction. The death and annihilation, Argus, you have to ask yourself one thing.” Raza continued to circle the Primal God, “What sacrifices are you willing to make?”
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Sacrifices will be made….
Legion of Darklore
2014.
>.>
Yes. 2014. 'Cause no way will I get it started this month liked planned! But I'm trying to boot this killer case of writer's block...
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Post by Deleted on Nov 13, 2013 20:01:06 GMT -5
Well MM, it seems your series is adapting more of an Eldritch Abomination feeling. OR something along those lines... everyone pretty much tells me I misuse such words, but it feels like what it feels.
Now what is more powerful than Darklore or Argus? To stop the end of the world itself... hm. Curiosity be peaked.
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Post by Fainis the Sadistic Pansexual on Nov 13, 2013 22:02:16 GMT -5
Thresher is gonna have a field day with this.
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