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Posted 2004-07-31, 12:55 PM in reply to Draco2003's post "RPG Maker Story"
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Heh, interesting, especially that whole "you need the blood of a native" part.
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Posted 2004-07-31, 09:03 PM in reply to BlueCube's post starting "Heh, interesting, especially that whole..."
Wow, thanks! I made it up as I went along, but I come up with short stories all the time. Sometimes they're about movies i've just seen or recently seen, and sometimes they come from out of no where. I have many ideas, I just need to put them together into a sensible story, and *BAM* you got an E3 showstopper!
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Posted 2004-08-05, 12:00 AM in reply to Draco2003's post starting "Wow, thanks! I made it up as I went..."
Okay here's a new story!

As thunder claps and rain pours from the sky, a man is slaughtered in front of his family. Elsewhere, a woman is raped repeatedly for weeks before she is killed. And still elsewhere, a child is left with no parents because of the abusive life they led. One man will stand up to the evil that plagues the continent, and that man is Kohaku! Kohaku is a young man who uses the weapons of demon origin and human origin alike. He uses spells and brute force to vanquish enemies. The only problem is, he isn't alive! Kohaku was born in a very rich part of town, where crime never happened. Crimes were told to the children to make them behave, and it did that very well. But, as often happens, stories are acted out, and the worst of all was the story of the Child Murder Crime. It happens like this:

Bad children who stay out too late, or disobey their parents, are attacked by a caped creature who steals their soul and dismembers the bodies. He is a mastermind who was never apprehended because his work is very skillful. He never leaves a trace of remains or evidence. So behave or you could be next.

...This was recreated to such great detail that the body was even shown off(with missing parts, but it was still identifiable) and words were carved into its flesh! The words read: Beware of the Caped Child Murderer! When the village discovered the body, it was immediately identified as Kohaku. He was pulled out of the tree the next day and buried. His soul couldn't just leave with his death unavenged, so he returned to his body and rose from the dead! With his new life, he created a disquise so no one could tell it was his lifeless body full of...well half-life. Not too long after, he discovered the identity of his killer, and tortured the victim om such gruesome ways, that Chinese Torture techniques looked like child's play. After the man was killed, he tried to go back to his gravesite for a peaceful afterlife, but found that he was not able to return, for his duty was not yet complete. He may have killed the murderer, but he was a mere puppet in a great web that is the world of the living, dead, and all that lies in between. He then learns that someone in a town a few hundred miles away would have an answer to his problems, so he started his travels. He fought many monsters, and found that he can "steal" techniques from fallen foes. He has to defeat many foes that use a certain technique before he can aquire it, though. He arrives in the village and has learned the techs of Cinder, Rockfall, and Soothing Winds. He keeps to the shadows, due to his appearance, and travels the city streets only at night. He is not there long, when he obtains information on a shape-shifting demon that can look like anyone or anything at anytime. Kohaku then decides to find out what this demon knows, and finds him at a poor man's house. No one expects the poor man to be a shape-shifter, it's the perfect disguise, right? Wrong. Kohaku sees through the disguise easily, and attacks. The fight is long, but Kohaku pulls through and vanquishes his enemy, and as the demon lies in pain on the floor, he chuckles, blood spurts from his mouth and he dies. Kohaku rips the soul from the body, but a ghostly figure appears and pulls the soul from Kohaku's hands. It thanks him, laughs, and disappears just as sudden as it had appeared.


Sorry, not finished yet, gotta get some sleep! G'night for now!
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Posted 2004-08-05, 10:23 PM in reply to Draco2003's post starting "Okay here's a new story! As thunder..."
Mwuahahahaha Mahahaha Mwuahaha*cough cough* ^ahem^ Here's part 2!

As day comes, Kohaku hides from the eyes of the living. He decides to search farther still, and on his way to the next village, he comes across the figure he had met before, only now he was strewn on the groud for abou 15 feet. He had with him a container that looked like an old lamp, and inside was a glowing sphere. He quickly snatched up the container and opened it, and what came out was the soul of the monster he had just defeated in the previous town. He quickly devoured it and questioned the downed Soul Thief known to many as Death. Death explained that he was on his way to Hell's Gate and was attacked by a creature that feared nothing, yet shrank in fear when he heard a scream of some sort. Kohaku then takes what little energy Death had away, and devoured his soul as well. He continued on his journey, and some 3 days later he had to stop. He believed that he was tired, but thought to himself, "The dead never tires. What manner of trickery is this?" Not long after his struggle to figure out what was wrong with him, he went unconscious. When he awoke, he was on a wagon that was being taken somewhere. The wierd thing was that he was not in a cage or in any way mistreated. He sat up and turned to the driver to ask where he was headed, and the driver just knodded his head and replied, "Don't worry, Traveler, go ahead and get your rest!" Traveler?!? Could he not see that he was a corpse walking the Earth. He told the driver, "You see me as a living corpse, yet you still help me? Why? I don't understand any of this!" The driver laughed, "Living corpse? Ha, you must have taken a greater hit than I thought!" Kohaku brings his knees to his chest, and realized that he was wearing someone else's legs. He jumped, and to his surprise, the legs moved with him. He remembered that he could absorb powers of fallen adversaries, but even full demons? This he thought could come in handy. He reached up to grab the driver when he felt a sudden rush of energy that invigorated him. The driver convulsed and turned to look at Kohaku and was shocked to see that the passenger he had picked up was in fact a living corpse. Flesh hung from tears in the skin, and a foul odor came from the rotted thing of a man. Kohaku quickly grabbed the driver and sucked his soul from his body into Kohaku's hands, and then swallowed it in one gulp. He focused his mind and took the form of the driver, and drove the wagon all the way to the next town.

In the next town, he dropped the cart off at the local stable and went to gather information from townspeople. The townsfolk outside of his hometown knew much about the Child Murderer and of the monsters and demons that roamed the world freely. He found a great deal of information on Hell's Gate, The Mayor, and a demon who happens to be terrorizing the local women. You decide to offer your services to make some money to purchase weapons and armor to battle you foes. Not too long after posting your services up at the Jailhouse, Pub, and few other places, you are known throughout the entire town as a demon slayer. You do not like the title, because you yourself are something of a demon, but it gets you money and information on many things you couldn't have gotten before. You even get free armor and weapons from some people, and free wagons, food, and horses from others. You decide to question the Mayor about the demon, but when Kohaku approaches the house, he hears a conversation between a man and a voice too low to hear. Kohaku immediately breaks in and sees a shadow vanish, and the Mayor has a look of guilt on his face. He accuses you of being a spy and are grabbed by nearby guards, and thrown in the jailhouse. After a few days of waiting, the Sheriff leaks some valuable information to you. He informs you that one of the maids of the mayor overheard him talking to himself in his room. When she peaked in, she saw a shadowed figure disappear into thin air. When she told the Sheriff, he told her it was her imagination, but when she returned to the mansion, she was never heard from again. So Kohaku decides to sneak into the mayor's mansion, and the Sheriff tells you of a passage way that leads from the cell, to an underground route, to right outside the north wall of the mansion. Kohaku takes his advice to check back every few hours, incase some one came to see the "driver" he would indeed be in the cell. The Perfect alibis, should something go wrong. He exited the cell and passed through the underground route which was a tunnel high enough so he could walk. This was his greatest benefit, for now he could run, and since he is dead he will not fatigue. It takes him about 20 minutes to make it through the tunnel, and as he comes out of tunnel, he realizes why it was near impossible to find, it was covered by a bush. He looks at the wall and ponders how he should enter. Should be stalethy, like James Bond? Or should he go in there "balls out" and kill anything and everything he comes across. He starts to pace back and forth when he sees a light come from the corner of the wall and head in his direction. He starts to panic and decides to hide in his escape tunnel. Just as he slides into the tunnel and closes it, the light passes over it...and sees nothing. Kohaku decides to plan this out a little more and heads back to his cell. When he arrives, the Sheriff tells him that he had a visitor. A lady. Kohaku doesn't know of anyone outside of his town, so who could know him?


Find out in tomorrow's installment of "Untitled" (hows that for an original title?) See ya a little bit later maybe!
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Posted 2004-08-05, 10:27 PM in reply to Draco2003's post starting "Mwuahahahaha Mahahaha Mwuahaha*cough..."
on topic: nice stories i guess ur a pretty good write

off topic: why the hell is ur font blue?
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Posted 2004-08-24, 02:40 PM in reply to tokill.ace's post starting "on topic: nice stories i guess ur a..."
Nice story... I took me awhile to read the whole
thing but very nice.
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Posted 2004-08-24, 04:37 PM in reply to YellowCube's post starting "Nice story... I took me awhile to read..."
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Nice story... I took me awhile to read the whole
thing but very nice.
..And yes, before anyone asks, this is my brother.
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Posted 2004-08-06, 05:30 AM in reply to Draco2003's post starting "Mwuahahahaha Mahahaha Mwuahaha*cough..."
Hmm, wish I could write at ALL. Odd that he sucked up Death's soul.. I wonder what kinds of effects that would have?

I do wonder how that'd look in a game, though - that'd be one long introduction right there..
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Posted 2004-08-09, 11:54 PM in reply to BlueCube's post starting "Hmm, wish I could write at ALL. Odd..."
Tokill.ace: thanks for the compliment, and my font is blue because it is a nice color!
Bluecube: You can write something like no one else can...TUTORIALS!!! HAHA

If you decide to use any stories posted here, you have to make your own titles, sorry!
Also, if you use these stories put me in your credits!

And here is more:

He sits in his cell and ponders who it could be that had come to visit him, but no one came across his mind. After many hours of contemplating, he decided to rest up for his attack on the mansion tomorrow night.

He awoke to the sound of something banging on his cell bars. He looked up and saw a large hunched over dog-like demon that walked on it's hind legs. It was drooling and had disheveled fur down the spine of his back, the rest was a fleshy deteriorated tone and had something in his right hand. He swung with such force that whatever was in his hand had blown to peices when it hit the bars. Kohaku saw a large chunk of the bludgeoning device from the demon's hand roll towards him. Now he saw it clearly, the weapon wasn't a weapon at all, but the body of the sheriff being smashed all over the place. Kohaku decided to attack the demon, when he was stopped short by the bars. The demon squeezed the body and blood covered Kohaku from head to toe. The demon just left just as suddenly as Kohaku had awoken to the attack. He sat in his cell trying to figure out what that demon was, when the thought of the woman's visit forced itself into his thoughts. He sat in a ready-to-pounce position for the rest of the night. In the morning, some townsfolk were standing in the doorway of the jailhouse, afraid to enter for fear of ending up like the sheriff. Kohaku was shaken awake by two large burly men who decided to lead a mob against the small Kohaku. When Kohaku looked up at the men, he was struck in the face by the taller one. The other one then started to kick him. After being struck several times, he grabbed the leg of the shorter one and squeezed with all his might. The pant leg burned away first, then the skin started to melt and leave a stench that made many spectators regurgitate their breakfast. The skin on the leg was melted through and the muscle and other tissues were melted before the guy even hit the ground. Now the bone was being burnt through and the skin on either side of Kohaku's hand was starting to decay. Kohaku looked up and stared into the eyes of the man he was crippling, and after another 4 seconds, he was dead. The taller man grabbed his knife out of his boot and stapped Kohaku. Kohaku grabbed the hand holding the blade in his chest and the same thing started to happen here as happened to the other man's leg. Then the man let out a scream of pain and stumbled back. He looked at his hand and saw nothing but a stub of a wrist. Kohaku pulled out the knife by the hand still holding it and threw it to the ground. He knew why the demon attacked last night. To fool the people into thinking he had killed the sheriff so he would be killed. Kohaku started out of his cell, when a small child ran up to him with a wooden sword drawn. He started smacking him with it and Kohaku just reached down, grabbed the toy, and threw it behind him. The child started crying about his daddy and Kohaku kneeled down and whispered something into his ear. The boy stopped crying, down to a sniffle, and looked at Kohaku. Kohaku stood up and walked out the door, the crowd seperating as he approached. Kohaku decided to leave the village and continue his quest in the next village. He conjured up the form a traveler and headed straight for the bar. He entered and stood still in fear. The streets of the village were empty, and the bar had many beings in it, yet none were human. They were monsters who terrorized travelers. He was now wishing he had obtained more information on this town before barging in. A few monsters got up from the bar and started his way, looking for a fight. He quickly changed his form back into his original form, but the monsters didn't stop. In fact, more monsters got up from their seats and headed towards Kohaku. Using his original form was an even bigger mistake. When you slay Death, your name gets around monsters and demons quickly. He ran out the door and down the streets of the empty city, but he kept bumping into people. None of it made sense, one minute there was no one to be seen anywhere, but now he could hardly run, because the streets were packed with people, monsters, demons, orcs, half-breeds of all kinds, and anyother race you can think of. It seemed like more beings were just appearing because the streets were getting more crowded. Soon, he couldn't even move without knocking someone over. Everyone else seemed to be moving fine. He couldn't take the crowds, so he climbed up a nearby pole holding up a tent, and crawled onto the roof of the house next to the tent. Kohaku started running across the rooftops and jumping great distances, when suddenly he just stopped in mid air. He saw a shadowy figure start to form from out of nothing. He looked as the mist started to take shape. WHAT??? It couldn't be... He was dead...how is he alive...here...!?!?!?!?!?


Eh, I'm getting tired, so ill leave you with a cliff hanger tonight. Night all.
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Posted 2004-08-10, 01:25 AM in reply to Draco2003's post starting "Tokill.ace: thanks for the compliment,..."
really nice keep it coming
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