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Apocalypse NES
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Thlayli
Le Pétit Prince
Warman, could I get a response to my diplo please?
The Strategos
Thanatos
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I'm going to follow Lord Iggy's lead and role play this NES
Prologue
"There are more things in heaven and earth than are dreamt of in your philosophy."
-Hamlet (I, v, 166-167)
Ring, ring, ring.
I rolled over in bed, forcing my leaden eyes open long enough to get a glance at the clock. The numbers 3:23 mockingly glared back at me. Groaning I turned over, placing my pillow over my head in an effort to drown out the devilish noise. Still it haunted me, incessantly beating at me.
Ring, ring, ring.
The only thing worse than someone calling at three freaking twenty-three in the morning is someone calling at three freaking twenty-three in the morning and refusing to hang up. Picking up the phone, I dropped it quickly, hanging up on whoever was calling, hoping they would get the hint. Unfortunately, the person calling must have been slow in the head because less than thirty seconds later, the phone started ringing again. Giving up, I picked up the phone, groggily muttering something halfway between What? and Hello.
John, this is Peter, I have a situation here and need you to come down immediately.
Yeah Pete, Ill be right there. Putting the phone down, I rolled over, preparing to fall back to sleep.
Ring, ring, ring.
Muttering a few curses, I rolled back over, picking up the phone. John, this is serious, Im going to keep calling until you come over. This is big. Come quickly. And John, bring the big guns.
Resigning myself to actually having to be awake, I opened a drawer in the nightstand beside my bed. Inside the drawer there were three items, a Bible, a Desert Eagle, and bottle of tequila. It looked like this morning I would need two of the three. A few minutes later, I was dressed and out the door, leaving the nightstands drawer open, the black leather Bible still lying there.
Prologue
"There are more things in heaven and earth than are dreamt of in your philosophy."
-Hamlet (I, v, 166-167)
Ring, ring, ring.
I rolled over in bed, forcing my leaden eyes open long enough to get a glance at the clock. The numbers 3:23 mockingly glared back at me. Groaning I turned over, placing my pillow over my head in an effort to drown out the devilish noise. Still it haunted me, incessantly beating at me.
Ring, ring, ring.
The only thing worse than someone calling at three freaking twenty-three in the morning is someone calling at three freaking twenty-three in the morning and refusing to hang up. Picking up the phone, I dropped it quickly, hanging up on whoever was calling, hoping they would get the hint. Unfortunately, the person calling must have been slow in the head because less than thirty seconds later, the phone started ringing again. Giving up, I picked up the phone, groggily muttering something halfway between What? and Hello.
John, this is Peter, I have a situation here and need you to come down immediately.
Yeah Pete, Ill be right there. Putting the phone down, I rolled over, preparing to fall back to sleep.
Ring, ring, ring.
Muttering a few curses, I rolled back over, picking up the phone. John, this is serious, Im going to keep calling until you come over. This is big. Come quickly. And John, bring the big guns.
Resigning myself to actually having to be awake, I opened a drawer in the nightstand beside my bed. Inside the drawer there were three items, a Bible, a Desert Eagle, and bottle of tequila. It looked like this morning I would need two of the three. A few minutes later, I was dressed and out the door, leaving the nightstands drawer open, the black leather Bible still lying there.
Thlayli
Le Pétit Prince
Ah, ok...but I won't have angry Greeks throwing Molotov cocktails at me, right?
Wubba360
Emperor
Is there anyone in New England? I'll go there if it is open. Otherwise, could I be place in Paris.
countalorkrin
Warlord
das said:Countalorkin is the hybrid of Kentharu and silver2039. I mean that in the best way possible.Anyway, not sure why do you people freak out as much at their stories - they're as in-character as they could get.
why thankyou.........
~Darkening~
Weep, Mother.
@Iggy- I would sign, but I'm not canadian. . Btw any non-demon is welcome in Panama.
@Warman- Sorry for the lack of story but I've been pretty busy. I'll try to get one up next turn.
. Btw any non-demon is welcome in Panama. @Warman- Sorry for the lack of story but I've been pretty busy. I'll try to get one up next turn.
countalorkrin
Warlord
silver 2039 said:
u sent this after 9.00 am... not 2.00 am... and stop the god stuff..u god boy..
I've talked to some Indian-born kids at my school, and they didn't dislike their schools in India.
Although there might be some bias as they were in Canada talking to a Canadian...
Either way, that's quite bugging me. I'll be doing some more research over the weekend.
Although there might be some bias as they were in Canada talking to a Canadian...
Either way, that's quite bugging me. I'll be doing some more research over the weekend.
silver 2039
Deity
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I didn't find too much, mainly all the 'wonderful things' you can do at all these multitude of schools. Pretty much the same things as I got when I googled my high school.
If there are problems, they're not mentioned. My school's a center for pot dealers, dropouts and down-and-outs but it doesn't say that on the website.
Although I'll check more after I'm done my update.
If there are problems, they're not mentioned. My school's a center for pot dealers, dropouts and down-and-outs but it doesn't say that on the website.
Although I'll check more after I'm done my update.
countalorkrin
Warlord
are skool sucks...lol lol .. too many white people who think india belongs to them..
das
Regeneration In Process
I hope that was a joke. You don't want more people than absolutely necessary to be aware of our existance, we must maintain strict conspiration!
Figures as you're on a most ungodly side here.
Modern schools (based on my experience - I changed a fair amount of schools as I moved back and forth between Russia and Israel) are the breeding grounds for a new generation of psychopaths of all flavours barely balanced by an ever-smaller sane minority, to which, thankfully, I do not belong. Though there are some national differences, ofcourse. BUT, we're getting off-topic again, and that's not a good thing to do when the Kanzler of Osterreich is watching YOU!
das
Regeneration In Process
"Who is your Lord?" - asked Nakir.
"What is your way of life?" - asked Munkar.
"Who is your Prophet?" - asked the two blue-eyed dark-skinned angels in unison. The demon that they were interrogating was spitting and growling, trying to get out of its shackles; Munkar touched the demon with his right hand, causing it to recoil in pain - the two best interrogators of the forces of Good grinned sadistically. Munkar's right hand was wet, he dipped it in the cup of holy water near the demon's chains.
"Just get to the point." - Raguel, the commander of Azrael's Makhabharat, sighed - "This isn't the door to heaven [1], this is a military interrogation."
Munkar shrugged. Before Raguel could reprimand him, he once more dipped his hand in holy water and begun the real interrogation.
"What unit are you from?"
The demon growled again, but then a tiny drop of holy water fell from Munkar's hand onto the hapless PoW's body. As soon as it made contact, the demon shrieked and hastily shouted: "Nagash force, second separate reconaissance platoon!"
"Nagash force?" - asked Raguel, curious. Meanwhile, some more drops of holy water fell down as the demon's eyes widened in pure horror...
"IT BURNSSSSSS!"
"Stop..." - Raguel immediately cut his sentance short, once more remembering that while humans and animals - even penguins - were not to be tortured more than absolutely necessary, demons were fair game. Still, Munkar withdrew his hand.
"You're no fun." - the interrogator said.
"Continue the interrogation. Ask about everything of military significance. Don't kill it yet. Later report to me. You have half an hour, it should be enough." - Raguel sighed and walked away.
---
The last three hundred steps towards his office Azrael walked with closed eyes. When finally he arrived into the office, he had but a few seconds of quiet before Raguel came in. Raguel saluted him; Azrael let out a heavy sigh and proclaimed meladramatically: "Inshallah!"
"Anything wrong, brother?" - inquired Raguel.
"The saluting. Whenever I go, the paladins - all of them - salute me. So do the volunteers. So do the staff angels."
"They are all paying respect to your position as supreme military commander for the Middle East, brother."
"I still am not used to it. It feels just wrong."
"We could order them to stop saluting..."
"No, why bother troubling them further. Besides, I trust that you did not abuse your right to come in without a report."
"Indeed, brother. We interrogated that demon whom we had captured during the skirmish."
"Well?"
"Thins are pretty dire. A new demon force has begun to arrive here, we are at the risk of being pinned down between it and the Antichrist."
"I hear that he is having problems with the demons."
"That doesn't make things better for us. Anyway, thankfully they are yet to summon many demons, but they did gather all the warlocks they could find in the region. According to the reports, al-Shaybani is there as well."
"Damnation!" - Azrael barely resisted the impulse to hit the table with all force he could muster in his fist.
"Swear not, brother." - said Raguel carefully. The Angel of Death's temper was rightly feared. - "The situation is not as bad as it seems, our two enemies indeed do not seem to be in cooperation, and even if they are they aren't even near to linking up."
"Let us pray that they do not, and act towards that."
"Indeed."
"Are there any good news?"
"Well, the call for Jihad is succesful."
"Thus far. Let us not overestimate the sinful race - most of them are brave on words, but will desert as soon as the fighting begins. And one could hardly blame them, to be honest. The demons and their followers, especially the Indian ones, can inspire fear in men and angels alike. They do inspire fear." - sighed Azrael - "Only, we're angels and we have no choice."
"Are you... frightened?" - inquiried Raguel politely, shivering inside as he realized that Azrael might be offended.
"Ofcourse I am. Who wouldn't be? The forces of darkness are spreading across the world."
"Well, not everything is as bad as that. Not all of Adam's sons lost their faith yet - in Panama and in Malta we have found loyal allies."
"Their loyalty is yet unchecked."
"Their faith will guide them, I have no doubt."
"You always were an optimist."
"I always believed in Our Lord. He would not let this story have a bad ending." - Raguel tried to cheer up the melancholic Angel of Death.
But Azrael just remained quiet, and Raguel had to leave him alone, to think, ponder and pray. To plan one of the opening campaigns of the War to End All Wars.
---
[1] According to Muslim mythology, angels Nakir and Munkar question the souls while they are still in graves thusly: "Who is your Lord? What is your way of life? Who is your Prophet?" Depending on the answer - and on its truthfulness, determined by Allah Himself - the soul will go to Heaven or to Hell. Nifty system, really.
"What is your way of life?" - asked Munkar.
"Who is your Prophet?" - asked the two blue-eyed dark-skinned angels in unison. The demon that they were interrogating was spitting and growling, trying to get out of its shackles; Munkar touched the demon with his right hand, causing it to recoil in pain - the two best interrogators of the forces of Good grinned sadistically. Munkar's right hand was wet, he dipped it in the cup of holy water near the demon's chains.
"Just get to the point." - Raguel, the commander of Azrael's Makhabharat, sighed - "This isn't the door to heaven [1], this is a military interrogation."
Munkar shrugged. Before Raguel could reprimand him, he once more dipped his hand in holy water and begun the real interrogation.
"What unit are you from?"
The demon growled again, but then a tiny drop of holy water fell from Munkar's hand onto the hapless PoW's body. As soon as it made contact, the demon shrieked and hastily shouted: "Nagash force, second separate reconaissance platoon!"
"Nagash force?" - asked Raguel, curious. Meanwhile, some more drops of holy water fell down as the demon's eyes widened in pure horror...
"IT BURNSSSSSS!"
"Stop..." - Raguel immediately cut his sentance short, once more remembering that while humans and animals - even penguins - were not to be tortured more than absolutely necessary, demons were fair game. Still, Munkar withdrew his hand.
"You're no fun." - the interrogator said.
"Continue the interrogation. Ask about everything of military significance. Don't kill it yet. Later report to me. You have half an hour, it should be enough." - Raguel sighed and walked away.
---
The last three hundred steps towards his office Azrael walked with closed eyes. When finally he arrived into the office, he had but a few seconds of quiet before Raguel came in. Raguel saluted him; Azrael let out a heavy sigh and proclaimed meladramatically: "Inshallah!"
"Anything wrong, brother?" - inquired Raguel.
"The saluting. Whenever I go, the paladins - all of them - salute me. So do the volunteers. So do the staff angels."
"They are all paying respect to your position as supreme military commander for the Middle East, brother."
"I still am not used to it. It feels just wrong."
"We could order them to stop saluting..."
"No, why bother troubling them further. Besides, I trust that you did not abuse your right to come in without a report."
"Indeed, brother. We interrogated that demon whom we had captured during the skirmish."
"Well?"
"Thins are pretty dire. A new demon force has begun to arrive here, we are at the risk of being pinned down between it and the Antichrist."
"I hear that he is having problems with the demons."
"That doesn't make things better for us. Anyway, thankfully they are yet to summon many demons, but they did gather all the warlocks they could find in the region. According to the reports, al-Shaybani is there as well."
"Damnation!" - Azrael barely resisted the impulse to hit the table with all force he could muster in his fist.
"Swear not, brother." - said Raguel carefully. The Angel of Death's temper was rightly feared. - "The situation is not as bad as it seems, our two enemies indeed do not seem to be in cooperation, and even if they are they aren't even near to linking up."
"Let us pray that they do not, and act towards that."
"Indeed."
"Are there any good news?"
"Well, the call for Jihad is succesful."
"Thus far. Let us not overestimate the sinful race - most of them are brave on words, but will desert as soon as the fighting begins. And one could hardly blame them, to be honest. The demons and their followers, especially the Indian ones, can inspire fear in men and angels alike. They do inspire fear." - sighed Azrael - "Only, we're angels and we have no choice."
"Are you... frightened?" - inquiried Raguel politely, shivering inside as he realized that Azrael might be offended.
"Ofcourse I am. Who wouldn't be? The forces of darkness are spreading across the world."
"Well, not everything is as bad as that. Not all of Adam's sons lost their faith yet - in Panama and in Malta we have found loyal allies."
"Their loyalty is yet unchecked."
"Their faith will guide them, I have no doubt."
"You always were an optimist."
"I always believed in Our Lord. He would not let this story have a bad ending." - Raguel tried to cheer up the melancholic Angel of Death.
But Azrael just remained quiet, and Raguel had to leave him alone, to think, ponder and pray. To plan one of the opening campaigns of the War to End All Wars.
---
[1] According to Muslim mythology, angels Nakir and Munkar question the souls while they are still in graves thusly: "Who is your Lord? What is your way of life? Who is your Prophet?" Depending on the answer - and on its truthfulness, determined by Allah Himself - the soul will go to Heaven or to Hell. Nifty system, really.
Thlayli
Le Pétit Prince
Nice story, das.
---
New Jerusalem, Krak des Chevaliers
Father Angelo Tuttori stood looking up at the massive fortress.
"Impressive."
Grand Master Philippe di Gerardi smiled benevolently.
"Well, it's nothing compared to what Gabriel's building on the site of St. Peter's, but it is certainly a thing to behold."
"It reminds me a bit of the old castle in the holy land, your eminent highness."
"Indeed. Except for the modern armories, the anti-aircraft batteries, and the rotating artillery turrets, it is quite similar, just bigger."
"We need to speak, Philippe. It would seem that Azrael is pinned down in Arabia."
"Come, take a walk with me."
They walked inside the fortress, reinforced-steel turrets still being covered in Italian stone, priests sprinkling holy water on the new construction as they muttered Latin benedictions.
"Azrael made an interesting choice, didn't he?"
"What do you mean, Father Angelo?"
"Popping up in Arabia like that. It just seemed...odd that he wouldn't focus on Europe, and would distance himself from Gabriel."
"God works in mysterious ways, my friend. We simply have to trust in His wisdom, and aid our brethren in Christ as best we can."
"Though the Muslim cooperation is unnerving..."
"I would suspect that some of Islam's angels are serving in Azrael's staff. The Order has had less than good relations with them, and it's possible that they're trying to turn their master against us."
"Like you said earlier, your eminent majesty, we must trust in His wisdom."
They stood looking out to sea, while the chanting prayers of the Benedictans mixed with the sound of metal rivets being driven in. The bells began to ring for the Noon Mass down in Jerusalem, and they started to head back. It was definitely not good form for the head of the Order to be late.
"There is one more thing, Father. You are our chief theologian, and perhaps you can aid me."
"If I am able."
"Holy water stocks have gotten dangerously low, from all the construction and the, ah, "reluctant" conversions in Greece. Too many of my priests are tied up blessing new water every day, and the power gets diluted if one blesses too much at once. I could ask Gabriel for help, but we need a permanent solution."
"What an easy question! Thank the Lord it isn't something more difficult. Perhaps it may distract our forces from the Crusade for a bit, but I can acquire for you an unending source of potent holy water that doesn't need to be blessed."
Philippe's eyes widened.
"You don't mean..."
"Say your prayers, your eminent majesty. Because you know who'll have to agree in order for us to get that water."
The priest smiled, and walked away.
---
New Jerusalem, Krak des Chevaliers
Father Angelo Tuttori stood looking up at the massive fortress.
"Impressive."
Grand Master Philippe di Gerardi smiled benevolently.
"Well, it's nothing compared to what Gabriel's building on the site of St. Peter's, but it is certainly a thing to behold."
"It reminds me a bit of the old castle in the holy land, your eminent highness."
"Indeed. Except for the modern armories, the anti-aircraft batteries, and the rotating artillery turrets, it is quite similar, just bigger."
"We need to speak, Philippe. It would seem that Azrael is pinned down in Arabia."
"Come, take a walk with me."
They walked inside the fortress, reinforced-steel turrets still being covered in Italian stone, priests sprinkling holy water on the new construction as they muttered Latin benedictions.
"Azrael made an interesting choice, didn't he?"
"What do you mean, Father Angelo?"
"Popping up in Arabia like that. It just seemed...odd that he wouldn't focus on Europe, and would distance himself from Gabriel."
"God works in mysterious ways, my friend. We simply have to trust in His wisdom, and aid our brethren in Christ as best we can."
"Though the Muslim cooperation is unnerving..."
"I would suspect that some of Islam's angels are serving in Azrael's staff. The Order has had less than good relations with them, and it's possible that they're trying to turn their master against us."
"Like you said earlier, your eminent majesty, we must trust in His wisdom."
They stood looking out to sea, while the chanting prayers of the Benedictans mixed with the sound of metal rivets being driven in. The bells began to ring for the Noon Mass down in Jerusalem, and they started to head back. It was definitely not good form for the head of the Order to be late.
"There is one more thing, Father. You are our chief theologian, and perhaps you can aid me."
"If I am able."
"Holy water stocks have gotten dangerously low, from all the construction and the, ah, "reluctant" conversions in Greece. Too many of my priests are tied up blessing new water every day, and the power gets diluted if one blesses too much at once. I could ask Gabriel for help, but we need a permanent solution."
"What an easy question! Thank the Lord it isn't something more difficult. Perhaps it may distract our forces from the Crusade for a bit, but I can acquire for you an unending source of potent holy water that doesn't need to be blessed."
Philippe's eyes widened.
"You don't mean..."
"Say your prayers, your eminent majesty. Because you know who'll have to agree in order for us to get that water."
The priest smiled, and walked away.
das
Regeneration In Process
TECHNICALLY, Azrael himself is from the Islamic mythology as opposed to Jewish or Christian one.
Arabia is thus the most logical location for him to appear, plus there are the strategic considerations.IMHO such an event as an Apocalypse might be just the thing to make the Abrahamic religions reconcile. After all, on one hand we have fellow People of the Book, and on the other demons, and, what's even more scary, silver and his friends.
Finally, religion aside, Arabia is a pretty obvious choice - *someone* has to keep the pressure on the Antichrist and prevent him from taking over all those oil supplies...
Thlayli
Le Pétit Prince
Eh, I suppose. He's sort of snuck into Christian faith informally, in the past few decades.
Don't mind them, they're just paranoid crusaders.
Don't mind them, they're just paranoid crusaders.
das
Regeneration In Process
I just hope they won't do something that will screw over my plans.
Btw, did anybody here read Arturo Perez Riverte's "Club Dumas"? Really great book, I quite recommend it to those on the wrong side in this NES ( ), even for me it served as one of the sources of inspiration.
Btw, did anybody here read Arturo Perez Riverte's "Club Dumas"? Really great book, I quite recommend it to those on the wrong side in this NES (
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