War Is Hell, or, That Escalated Quickly
Aug 14, 2017 0:38:02 GMT -5
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Post by Toz76 on Aug 14, 2017 0:38:02 GMT -5
The Bronze Mage, Blood Alchemist, Priori, Xex, and Vivian Bloodsphere were hard at work.
"Alright, it's decided, more propaganda."
"We have bigger problems." Hohenheim said, holding up the box. "There's only one donut left."
The five glared at each other. Vivian manifested energy balls. A pair of skeletons reared up behind Priori. Hohenheim's face rippled with dark energy. Xex unsheathed their claws. Bronze Mage gripped his staff.
Everything happened at once.
The other four charged Hohenheim, who threw the box behind him and tried to bloodbend the attackers. He got Priori, but then an energy bolt hit him in the chest and he fell over the table.
The Bronze Mage summoned several posion darts, which impaled themselves in Vivian's back. Vivian winced at the feel of lethal amounts of venom entering her system, but shot an energy bolt at the Bronze Mage as she went down. His staff shattered, and splinters of wood stabbed Bronze Mage's face. One punctured his cornea, and blood dripped down his eye and down his chin.
Priori was still reeling from Hohenheim's attack, but rallied and sent skeleton soldiers after Xex and the Bronze Mage. The Bronze Mage was powerless against the skeletons, and could do nothing as the lead skeleton plunged its bony fist into the Bronze Mage's chest and pulled out his still beating heart, yanking it to get it free of the arteries and veins, before squeezing it, watching the blood leak through its fingers and drip onto the floor.
Xex, meanwhile, fared much better. Xex batted away several skeletons, launching one skull and knocking Priori down. However, their wings were torn by the skeleton warriors and they went down, hitting the upended table head on. Their skull split, and cubus brains dripped out onto the floor.
Behind the table, Hohenheim stirred. The conference room reeked of the smells of battle, of blood and piss. With a start, Hohenheim realized it was his own piss.
Peering over the table, he surveyed the scene. Vivian, Xex, and BM were definitely dead, but where was Priori?
There! Badly wounded, her left leg dragged behind her uselessly as she crawled along the blood-slicked floor. Ahead of her lay the donut, still in the box. That damned donut! Hohenheim swore. That donut would be his. He pulled twin daggers from his pockets and leapt out from over the table, stabbing at whatever parts of Priori he could reach. Her blood spurted everywhere. A few drops landed on Hohenheim's cheek and trickled down to his chin. He licked his lips and considered the taste. It was coppery and metallic, but not unpleasant.
As Priori screamed in agony, Hohenheim turned her over, grabbed a dagger with both bloodsoaked hands, and-
"Stop, stop!"
The five councilmembers stared at Chessmaster in shock.
"So... you don't like my fan fiction?"
The Bronze Mage stood. "The assignment was to write a story about the other five councilmembers that was funny, not horribly gory."
"That wasn't gory! Now, what Hohenheim did to Priori's corpse, that was gory."
"Okay, no. Priori desecrates other people's corpses." Vivian snapped.
"And for the record, you clearly have no idea how my power works." Hohenheim snapped.
Chessmaster sighed. "Maybe you're right." He sat back down, hanging his head.
"Well, let's pretend that didn't happen." Bronze Mage said, brushing his hands together. "Now, Vivian, your turn."
Vivian stood. "Alright. I present to you: The Great 3WSR Orgy. Chapter 1. Hohenheim moaned as Elagabalus-"
"NO!"
************
Sometimes, I write for fun.
Sometimes, I write because I want to progress the story.
Sometimes, I write because my teachers think I should pick apart old books for hidden meanings.
And sometimes, I write to scare you.
To remind you that you're dealing with an unpredictable element.
I may be a weird teen, lying in bed listening to Disturbed and MCR, writing about mages and making constant innuendos, but I am also Toz. Clearly inconsistent and unstable, creative but deranged. The best and worst of 3WSR. The obsessive one. The one who likes to kill off characters and make the evil characters more likeable than the good ones. I'm not human. I'm something more.
Something worse.
Be afraid.
I'm going to wake up tomorrow and be all like "why the hell did I write this", I just know it.
"Alright, it's decided, more propaganda."
"We have bigger problems." Hohenheim said, holding up the box. "There's only one donut left."
The five glared at each other. Vivian manifested energy balls. A pair of skeletons reared up behind Priori. Hohenheim's face rippled with dark energy. Xex unsheathed their claws. Bronze Mage gripped his staff.
Everything happened at once.
The other four charged Hohenheim, who threw the box behind him and tried to bloodbend the attackers. He got Priori, but then an energy bolt hit him in the chest and he fell over the table.
The Bronze Mage summoned several posion darts, which impaled themselves in Vivian's back. Vivian winced at the feel of lethal amounts of venom entering her system, but shot an energy bolt at the Bronze Mage as she went down. His staff shattered, and splinters of wood stabbed Bronze Mage's face. One punctured his cornea, and blood dripped down his eye and down his chin.
Priori was still reeling from Hohenheim's attack, but rallied and sent skeleton soldiers after Xex and the Bronze Mage. The Bronze Mage was powerless against the skeletons, and could do nothing as the lead skeleton plunged its bony fist into the Bronze Mage's chest and pulled out his still beating heart, yanking it to get it free of the arteries and veins, before squeezing it, watching the blood leak through its fingers and drip onto the floor.
Xex, meanwhile, fared much better. Xex batted away several skeletons, launching one skull and knocking Priori down. However, their wings were torn by the skeleton warriors and they went down, hitting the upended table head on. Their skull split, and cubus brains dripped out onto the floor.
Behind the table, Hohenheim stirred. The conference room reeked of the smells of battle, of blood and piss. With a start, Hohenheim realized it was his own piss.
Peering over the table, he surveyed the scene. Vivian, Xex, and BM were definitely dead, but where was Priori?
There! Badly wounded, her left leg dragged behind her uselessly as she crawled along the blood-slicked floor. Ahead of her lay the donut, still in the box. That damned donut! Hohenheim swore. That donut would be his. He pulled twin daggers from his pockets and leapt out from over the table, stabbing at whatever parts of Priori he could reach. Her blood spurted everywhere. A few drops landed on Hohenheim's cheek and trickled down to his chin. He licked his lips and considered the taste. It was coppery and metallic, but not unpleasant.
As Priori screamed in agony, Hohenheim turned her over, grabbed a dagger with both bloodsoaked hands, and-
"Stop, stop!"
The five councilmembers stared at Chessmaster in shock.
"So... you don't like my fan fiction?"
The Bronze Mage stood. "The assignment was to write a story about the other five councilmembers that was funny, not horribly gory."
"That wasn't gory! Now, what Hohenheim did to Priori's corpse, that was gory."
"Okay, no. Priori desecrates other people's corpses." Vivian snapped.
"And for the record, you clearly have no idea how my power works." Hohenheim snapped.
Chessmaster sighed. "Maybe you're right." He sat back down, hanging his head.
"Well, let's pretend that didn't happen." Bronze Mage said, brushing his hands together. "Now, Vivian, your turn."
Vivian stood. "Alright. I present to you: The Great 3WSR Orgy. Chapter 1. Hohenheim moaned as Elagabalus-"
"NO!"
************
Sometimes, I write for fun.
Sometimes, I write because I want to progress the story.
Sometimes, I write because my teachers think I should pick apart old books for hidden meanings.
And sometimes, I write to scare you.
To remind you that you're dealing with an unpredictable element.
I may be a weird teen, lying in bed listening to Disturbed and MCR, writing about mages and making constant innuendos, but I am also Toz. Clearly inconsistent and unstable, creative but deranged. The best and worst of 3WSR. The obsessive one. The one who likes to kill off characters and make the evil characters more likeable than the good ones. I'm not human. I'm something more.
Something worse.
Be afraid.
I'm going to wake up tomorrow and be all like "why the hell did I write this", I just know it.