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| The origin of Kadis [message #90478] |
Thu, 09 September 2010 02:57 |
 frosty563
Messages: 12
Registered: September 2010
Location: Louisville, Ky |
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There are three types of mutants in the world. The first love the fact that they are mutants, even dreamed about it as children, wondering that what if type thing. The second are the ones who were going through life and then one day woke up and said "hey somethings different here?" realized what they'd become, shrugged their shoulders and said, "oh well, the world wont stop turning just for me." and kept right on trucking. And then finally you have the type that I fall in to. The, "OH SHIT! Why the FUCK did this happen to me?" kind. I never wanted to be a mutant. Hell, I still don't. And if I could focus on that thought or even nightmares of the future I'm likely to have I'd probably just into a blast furnace and just end it all. Shit! Its hard for me to even remember what happened when I manifested and all the crap I had to go through just to get here. But, I'll give it a try so you ass-wipes wont have to stop and ask me for my origin story.
The dates a little fuzzy, details like time don't mean much to 'The Cat', but it was somewhere around 3 months ago. The I was sitting in mass. That's right shit bricks, I'm a Catholic. Anyway, I'm sitting...OK I was leaning against my mother, god rest her soul, TRYING not to fall asleep when she nudges me and tells me to quit growling. Now, I'm not the most devout follower in the world. I believe in God and Jesus along with heaven I'm just not a true believer in that whole fire and brimstone crap. (boy was I wrong on that one!) Anyway, (sorry for keep getting side tracked but The Cat is hard to keep focused) I jerked myself awake trying to be on the DL that I was wiping away the drool from the corner of my mouth while looking around to see if anyone else noticed. Fat chance of THAT happening. I go to a Church located in the heart of the HOOD. How can there even really BE a HOOD in Louisville Kentucky I couldn't possibly tell you. I mean, how hood can a place be when you have to print out t-shirts that show 8 different ways to say the name of your city. I mean SHIT! Who really says loolvoul. That doesn't even make sense. Anyway, me and my mom are the only Black people in the church and we're surrounded by about 15 or so whites. No I'm not raciest, OK maybe I am but I got good reason. I'm raciest about EVERY race INCLUDING my own. What race other than black people will put up a basketball goal for the neighborhood kids only to have said kids steal the nets OFF the damn goals and then COMPLAIN that they cant tell if they made the shot or not cause they cant get that fucking swish effect. DUH, it's caused by the net you nimrods.
Anyway, I managed to stay up for just a little longer before I rested my head on the back of the pew. I'm not sure how long I managed to sleep before a scream from someone nearby caused me to jump a foot into the air. I looked to my left and this midget of a women with stringy blond hair was pointing at me and screaming so loud my ears threatened to burst. Didn't she realize that she was in church and the preacher was in the middle of his sermon of doing away with the evil mutants and the devils they worshiped. She was quickly sliding away from me still pointing and screaming and that's when several others started in on the screaming too. I looked left and right trying to figure out what was going on and that's when I saw my mom. She was looking up at me with tears streaming down her face. Her lips were shaking as she kept mouthing the word no over and over.
That's when I realized she was looking up at me. I'm short for my age of 12. if I was 5' even by now I'd be lucky so seeing my own mom straining her neck to see me made me look down. My nice blue dress-shirt was gone. Well, not really gone just over there, and a little was over there, and some was still tucked into what was left of my waistband. My navy blue dress-slacks looking about how the Hulk's always looks when he hulk's out on the bad guys. Heck even my dress shoes were in tatters.
"Get him!" I heard someone scream and just as I looked up to see who they were talking about four big guys treated me to a dog pile. Now being short naturally meant that I was prone to the occasional bully episode. So I knew the score. Don't move, try not to scream and they'll eventually leave you alone for more entertaining prey. I lay there under those guys wondering what the hell had just happened to me. I could kinda see through one guys legs and I say the priest running toward us with something in his hand that made a clanging sound on the floor. I should of known what it was when I felt something pinch the hairs on my neck and I felt something in my brain start doing flips. But, it didn't sink in until the guys started to get off me and I could see the priest was now wrapping a chain the size of his arm around one of the support beams of the church. He finally stopped when he added a pad lock the size of his head to the deal and stepped back quickly.
It wasn't until much later I stopped to ask myself where the hell do u get a chain and padlock that fucking big? It wasn't Home depot that's for sure.
"Everyone get back! Get away from the filth!" 'Filth?!? who the fuck was he talking about?' "Larry grab her and lock her in my office the key's just inside the door."
"No! Leave my baby alone! You cant do this!" I heard her scream as some guy who had to weigh 300lbs tossed her over his shoulder and carried her off.
I slowly got to my feet swaying unsteadily not sure how to keep my balance and that's when I noticed a weight on my back. I turned around at the waist, a lot further than I should've been able to, and saw that I had a tail. A fucking TAIL! It was long, looked longer than my leg by half and it was swaying from side to side. OK I knew that a tail on animals was used for balance but the damn thing wouldn't do what I told it to. So I just stood there swaying from side to side like I'd been fucking drinking.
"Derick, that brother of yours still over at the MCO office?"
"Yes sir," he replied to the priest.
"Go call him up and tell him we got one for him." Derick just nodded as he walked outside pulling a cell phone out of his pockets.
"What's going on? What's happening to me?" yeah OK. It was a stupid ass thing to say but what do u expect, I'm freaking 12.
"SHUT UP u gene filth! You will not desecrate God's house with your foulness." then he started chanting. It took a second to realize that he was trying to exercise me. He was actually trying to cast out some kind of demon or something. This went on for some time maybe 5 minutes I'm not sure but in that time Derick had come back in so I supposed that the MCO were on their way. It was obvious to me now that I was a mutant and that meant I had about 5 more minutes before I was done for.
The last kid that turned into a mutant here was killed within 2 minutes of the MCO arriving. And no one even knew if his powers were dangerous. He'd called them on his own and they'd killed him for his trouble. I grabbed the chain and started tugging on it. It clinked along the ground making everybody look at me. I could see the hatred in their eyes and I was really starting to fear for my life.
A noise in the back caught my attention. I hadn't noticed it before because of that retarded language Father Johnson was supposed to be using but from him it just sounded like he was making it up as he went along. It was the sound of someone screaming. A woman's scream. And looking around I noticed Larry hadn't come back. But, before I could think anymore on that I could hear a high pitched whine coming from outside. That had to be the MCO. I had to get out of here but I could still hear screaming coming from the back.
I pulled on the chain with everything I had. But I kept sliding on the cheap hardwood floors. Stepped closer to the beam it was wrapped around as the men around me were yelling at me to stop and Derick ran out the door. But all I could hear was the screaming. I could make out the words now. Asking someone to stop, they were hurting her, and he couldn't do this. I pulled the chain tight leaving no slack between my hand and the pole and put one of my weird looking feet on it and gave it a pull. Nothing. Without even thinking I just lifted the other foot placing it on the beam too and pushed off like I was doing one of those dead-lifts that the jocks brag about doing.
There was a groan of metal, a cracking of plaster and finally a single clink and one of the links gave way sending me flying through the air. I bowled over two guys before I finally crashed to the ground breaking several pews in the process but I didn't even think about the pain as I was up and running on four legs to the back of the church.
As I hit the hall that I knew led to the Fathers office I could clearly hear the sounds coming from behind the locked door. The whimpers of pain the grunts of effort from someone who obviously didn't work out. And the laughter. I think that's what set me off. The sick fuck was rapping my mother and he was laughing about it. Taunting her that no one would care cause she wasn't shit. Just another whore with a mutant for a son. She was just as low a life form as I was.
I crashed through the door without even thinking that it might hurt to do that to a door that looked like solid oak. That's when the smell assaulted me. OK, I'm pretty sure I could smell it from outside but it was like my brain didn't want to register it till just now. I knew just from the smell that he'd forced himself on her. I could smell her fear, her shame and her utter hatred for the man.
Not to mention the scent of pure joy of being able to dominate someone weaker that was wafting of him like heat off the sand of the Sahara. A noise erupted from me that was a cross between a hiss and a roar and Larry jumped right out his skin, and my mother, to his feet. He stood there bloated belly hanging down covering the obviously to small and shriveling thing he called a dick that was dripping my mothers blood. And....I lost it. I'm not to sure what happened. I remember seeing images of the fear on his face just before I ripped 4 slashes out of it with my claws.
I remember howling in pain at burning sensations and seeing spots of red flying away from me to land on my screaming mother. And her body jerking soon after.
I a helmet with a mirrored visor just before I saw it wrapped around my forearm.
I remember lifting my mothers limp body tattered clothes and all. Cradling her to my chest and kicking out the back door.
And I remember running. Lots and lots of running.
I'm not sure how long I ran, 2 days maybe? Could've been 3. all I know was that when I finally woke up and took a look around I was surrounded by woods, I was dirty, and my mother was nowhere to be found.
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| | Topic: Corbin's Orphanage for Abandoned Story/Universe Ideas |
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| Re: Corbin's Orphanage for Abandoned Story/Universe Ideas [message #90489 is a reply to message #89994 ] |
Thu, 09 September 2010 06:12 |
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Faraway 
Messages: 3043
Registered: January 2009
Location: Russia |
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@ CyganAngel.
As I see it DMG would actually watch her friends from before, if in silent envy they can still live normal lives.
And, unless this was a fluke, they WILL be soon attacked by the same perps and she'll have to intervene. This occurence will also drive home a single, simple fact:
They are all being hunted down.
Which means, her restoring the memories to her past friends is no longer a selfish act - it is an act of dire necessity, the only way she has to make sure they can protect themselves from the enemy.
Never mind, I'm just a guy. OTOH, recently I became a self-proclaimed Paragon of Snarkiness.
"Murphy's Law Firm, anything that can go wrong, will go wrong, and if it hasn't we can ensure that it does. This is Murphy, how can I help you?"
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| Re: Corbin's Orphanage for Abandoned Story/Universe Ideas [message #90493 is a reply to message #90489 ] |
Thu, 09 September 2010 06:33 |
CyganAngel 
Messages: 109
Registered: August 2010
Location: Bathurst, Australia |
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Dammit, don't make me think more about it 
No, honestly, the attack on the DMG s a f!@#up. They were meant to kill her, since she's the most powerful of the lot of them, then move on to the rest of the Nakama.
But they f!@#$d up. The DMG wasn't there when they attacked her home, and she awoke again. This severely screwed up their plans.
Simply put, the remaining creature-dude-thingies no longer have the backup of a billion more of their kind; there's only a few thousand of them left. Now, if they had managed to silently kill off the Magical Girls, the Dragon-mook would have shown up and annihalated Earth. But they didn't, and now they've got active opposition again.
Simply put; one DMG is capable of taking on the remaining creatures alone. The Dragon isn't stupid enough to attempt to kill off the remaining Magical Girls while the DMG is still alive, because of the risk involved. Sure, it would be great to be sure that no more Magical Girls or Action Girls could be awoken, but not if it risks waking them up and facing a full third of the people that wiped out billions of his kind before. Plus, at the moment, the DMG is still moping and angsting; he wouldn't want to risk her turning her full attention to hunting him don.
He's a smart one. He wouldn't even send out his regular mooks to fight the DMG. I'd imagine he'd be slowly corrupting humans, making more of his kind, and rebuilding his forces.
But the DMG ould be fairly active, too, spending hours every day scouring the news for any hints of creature activity, following the signs and killing them off.
They're at an uneasy balance at this point; him killing off the other Magical Girls could quite easily push the balance to her favour. It is simpler for him to just single her out.
The more I think about this, the more I wanna write it  But I just don't have the time...
Ideas don't stay in some minds very long because they don't like solitary confinement.
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| Topic: Tennyo: Or what's in your past? |
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| Re: Tennyo: Or what's in your past? [message #90466 is a reply to message #428 ] |
Thu, 09 September 2010 01:04 |
khade
Messages: 1304
Registered: July 2009 |
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I want to see tennyos' World of Cardboard moment, it will be awesome.
May no one tell you it's impossible until after you accomplish it.
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| Re: Tennyo: Or what's in your past? [message #90488 is a reply to message #90466 ] |
Thu, 09 September 2010 06:02 |
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veterrimus
Messages: 117
Registered: August 2008
Location: Texas |
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| khade wrote on Thu, 09 September 2010 00:04 | I want to see tennyos' World of Cardboard moment, it will be awesome.
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Wouldn't the scene in the pocket dimension where she fights PHESCLANGORENTHAL and its minions in Jade 9 be close. Big Bad and its minions were looked at as just food. I figure if she get really involved with the fight with bastard she will have to go on a diet. It may get to a point the voodoo wolves turn and run when she shows up. Bastard Flambé (Ayla rubbing off), what a wonderful meal.
[Updated on: Thu, 09 September 2010 06:03]
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| | Topic: Food! |
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| Re: Food! [message #90494 is a reply to message #90043 ] |
Thu, 09 September 2010 06:37 |
CyganAngel
Messages: 109
Registered: August 2010
Location: Bathurst, Australia |
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I'm gonna get ripped to shreds for saying this, but I've never had blue cheese. Or all the special cheeses you all talked about. I've only ever had cheddar, parmesan and feta.
What am I missing out on, and would it be worth it for me to buy a totally radical (hehe) cheese to go with a probably sub-par meal?
Ideas don't stay in some minds very long because they don't like solitary confinement.
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| Re: Food! [message #90498 is a reply to message #90494 ] |
Thu, 09 September 2010 08:07 |
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Nocte
Messages: 1376
Registered: February 2009
Location: Sideways from the sun |
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| CyganAngel wrote on Thu, 09 September 2010 20:37 | I'm gonna get ripped to shreds for saying this, but I've never had blue cheese. Or all the special cheeses you all talked about. I've only ever had cheddar, parmesan and feta.
What am I missing out on, and would it be worth it for me to buy a totally radical (hehe) cheese to go with a probably sub-par meal?
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Blue cheese tends to be a bit strong in flavor. Try a nice Camembert at room temperature.
Deviating from the topic, one of my favorite things to eat is 2-minute noodles. Some of you may be in shock that my favorite food is instant noodles, but here is the thing, I use it as a base. I add other things to the saucepan along with the flavor powder, like lemon pepper (make sure it is a good one), cumin, garam masala or curry powder. If I feel like putting some elbow grease into cleaning the pan afterwards, I add an egg (the only advantage to having chickens that an owner will admit to). I usually put cut up ham/beef/pork/chicken/kangaroo/salami/whatever meat is in the fridge in the bowl, along with some grated cheese. I tell you, it is DELICIOUS!
Nocte: Ship-builder specializing in Naglfar-class vessels. IIYIOK-class ships upon request.
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| | Forum: The Crystal Hall |
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| Topic: Hello Kitty Sightings! |
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| Re: Hello Kitty Sightings! [message #90483 is a reply to message #61533 ] |
Thu, 09 September 2010 04:10 |
mittfh 
Messages: 1109
Registered: September 2009
Location: Kenilworth, UK |
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Oh gawd - testing out Google's new instant search, typing "hello k" immediately brought forward the Hello Kitty results, including this rather disturbing image:
Hello Kitty Wedding Dress.
And there's more!
Even worse! A Hello Kitty tuxedo!
And why should Jade have to make do with a boring grey notebook PC when she could have this one instead?
There are 10 types of people in the world - those who understand Binary and those who don't.
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| | Topic: The Gamer Quote List |
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| Re: The Gamer Quote List [message #90472 is a reply to message #89843 ] |
Thu, 09 September 2010 02:08 |
Wanderer
Messages: 28
Registered: September 2010
Location: Hawaii |
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Where there's a whip, there is a way.
We don't wanna go to war today,
But the Master with the whip says 'Nay, nay, nay!'
(Kudos to whoever gets the reference, it's a bit obscure)
Toggle Spoiler
It's from the animated version of the Lord of the Rings, the Orcs are singing it when Frodo and Sam are nearing Mount Doom.
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