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| Topic Started: Jul 12 2008, 06:29 PM (56 Views) | |
| gegojr | Jul 12 2008, 06:29 PM Post #1 |
Our Eventual Death Is Near
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[size=14]Gegodutch Again[/size] by Tristan Theme: Next of Kin by Surkin Prologue Darkness. All he saw was nothing, all he felt was the lasting cold, all he heard were faint echoes of his past. For ten years, he had endured this disappointingly boring state. It sounds quite unbearable, but he was in no position to complain. He had accepted his fate, realizing that he had hurt and killed many in his time and deserved appropriate punishment. But his painful existance would end soon. Unpredictably, a bright star pierced the darkness in front of his being. The celestial spirit asked him a question, though he could not understand it. He somehow knew to answer, "Yes". He felt heat reunite with his soul, control being given back to him. For the first time in ten years, he saw light. He departed from the realm behind him, and entered a new, yet familiar world. |
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| gegojr | Jul 12 2008, 08:13 PM Post #2 |
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Chapter 1 He slowly woke up in a dim cell. He rubbed his eyes. He was sitting against a wall, wearing tattered clothes. His legs felt weak, and the strength in his arms felt exhausted. Across the room, he saw a pieces of a shattered mirror. Struggling to raise onto his two feet, he hobbled across to see his reflection. An unfamiliar face stared back at him. Brown eyes, short yellow hair, pale skin. Who was he now? He couldn't remember his own name. The cell he was confined to was locked by iron bars. He leaned his head to it, peeking down in each direction. A dark corridor lit by torches, many cells. He heard many grunts and painful wales. "Hello?" he called. No one answered him. "I said, HELLO?!" he yelled. "Shut up! Stupid noob." a raspy voice remarked from the cell next to him. "Who are you?" "That isn't important... nobody cares. We're all dead men anyways." the stranger answered back. After a long pause, our hero spoke once again, "Well, you must have some story? Why are we here..." "If you really wanna know... I killed a man. That's it. The White Knights took me prisoner and sold me to this joint... I've survived a couple weeks but I'm getting weaker... I'll die soon." the prisoner said. Discouraged, our hero fell silent. How did he end up here? What did he do to deserve this? Minutes later, a loud siren screeched above the halls prisoners, and the bars slide open, unleashing everyone into the hall. "Hey, wait! Can you help me? I don't know how I got here!" our hero pleaded, catching the stranger's shoulder. "I guess so... watch my back, I'll watch yours. I've got nothing to lose anyways. The name's Damien, what's your's?" "... I don't know my name..." No-name realized. He rubbed his thumb and his index fingers on his forehead, thinking as hard as he could, but he couldn't remember anything more than his own language. "Are you challenged? Well, whatever, follow me." Damien said, shaking his head in disbelief. The two followed the rest of the prisoners down the hall, and into a large open room. The opposite end of the room was a large spiked cage, trapping the habitants inside. No-name heard a crowd cheering beyond the wall, and instantly recognized the area. It was some sort of arena... but he couldn't put a name to it. Past images of a large, dark man fighting valiantly entered his mind. "Who was I?" No-name asked himself aloud. The cage slowly opened and prisoners of all shapes and sizes scurried out, crawling out as soon as they could fit through. No-name followed behind Damien, who raced to the outside. As the prisoners left the caged-in area, the crowd boo'd and threw rotten tomatoes at them. |
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| gegojr | Jul 12 2008, 11:50 PM Post #3 |
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"Well this sucks." No-name said, wiping sweat from his forehead. "Wait til you've been here for a couple weeks... assuming you survive that long." Damien said, laughing. No-name was very angry. He didn't belong with these prisoners, he just knew it. Looking around, he saw that he was in a large arena, with skeletal remains skattered about the battlefield. Skulls with jaws opened wide had their heads bashed in. "So you've met the contestants..." a very loud voice announced to the crowd, "Now, meet the gladiators!" On the other side of the arena, a similar gate opened and five warriors hiked out of the darkness. They were each covered in armor of all sorts of metals and colors. "Five of the most feared men in all of Kharidian Desert!" Damien turned to speak with No-name. "Look, all you have to do is outlast the rest of the prisoners. That's how I've lasted so long. Once there are only a few of us remaining, they stop the fight!" "Uh... ok..." No-name said, unsure of the plan. He watched as other prisoners dove for the past-killed 'contestants', scavenging bodies for weapons and shields. He did the same, but at a late start he was only able to find a small wooden shield and a short sword. A large gong sounded, and the gladiators and prisoners charged eachother. Within seconds, the gladiators exterminated the prisoners, seperating heads from necks and arms from shoulders. No-name kept his distance from the battle, but soon felt the urge to join. "What are you doing?!" Damien questioned, urging No-name to come back. "What I was meant to do." No-name said, dashing into battle. He targeted a large, buff gladiator, coated with spiked steel armor. The gladiator swung his mace at the hero, but No-name dodged and drove his sword through the gladiator's armor, stabbing him just beneath the neck. The crowd roared in disbelief, watching the gladiator fall to his demise. No-name picked up the heavy steel mace and rose it into the air. "Who's next?!" He yelled, provoking the other gladiators. He tore an orange shield that was tied to the fallen gladiator's back, and held it in his left hand. The crowd went wild as two other gladiators finished off their prisoners, blood dripping from their blades and faces. The gladiators charged No-name, who was ready for their attack. "Two on one? Hardly fair." He said as a large axe hit his new shield. The gladiators ignored him. One used an axe and the other used a hammer. To everyone's surprised, No-name easily executed both, pounding his large mace into their helmets. |
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| gegojr | Jul 13 2008, 11:41 AM Post #4 |
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The final two gladiators backed away from No-name, realizing that attacking him would prove fatal. The crowd boo'd them. "We... we... have a new gladiator! An unknown killer from the western lands of Asgarnia..." the announcer stuttered. No-name was angered by this. He dashed across the battlefield and lept up the wall, escaping to higher ground. People threw tomatoes at him but missed. He ran up the steps, towards the exit, and before anyone could react, he was gone. "Halt!" a guard said, raising a spear to No-name. "I don't belong here. Allow me through or I will strike you down." No-name threatened. "You are a prisoner, you're under arrest!" the guard said, nearing his spear to No-name. "Get that out of my face!" No-name demanded, grabbing the spear and ripping it out of the guard's hands. He snapped the spear in two and held the mace to the guard. "I could kill you or you could step aside." The guard yielded, and No-name left through the gates of the arena. |
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| gegojr | Jul 20 2008, 04:39 AM Post #5 |
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"Where do you think you're going?" a gruff voice said. No-name stopped in his tracks. He looked down, realizing his feet were implanted into the ground! He dropped his mace and proceeded to pull his left foot out, then his right. Seconds later, a blast of energy knocked him backwards. Purple smoke pulled away to reveal a tall, buff character. He wore a long red cape, a beat up helmet, and runite leggings. "Did you think you could escape my arena that easily?" the man snickered from beneath his crude helmet. "Who are you?!" No-name desperately demanded to know. He felt threatened by this man. "Hah! Who am I? You surely must have been living under a rock eh?" the man laughed. "Who are you?" "I don't even know who I am anymore..." No-name muttered. "Well, I guess if you really don't know me... I'll introduce myself. |
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