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| Topic Started: May 16 2009, 04:31 PM (201 Views) | |
| Disgraced Bojack | May 16 2009, 04:31 PM Post #1 |
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The Dead Location: Earth Difficulty: Medium Reward: +500 zeni, +2 DP, +30 all stats, +2 Rp Credits. +3 alignment. Description: The coastal city of Veltin once prospered. Until people began to mysteriously die from a powerful virus. The city was quarantined quickly, but it was to no avail as four dark figures arrived and began to raise the dead using dark necromancy. Your job is to enter the city and cleanse it of this threat so that peace may be restored once again. Available: Always |
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| Disgraced Bojack | May 16 2009, 07:04 PM Post #2 |
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“And we’ll be back at nine with more of the story. Back to you, Larry.” “Bojack. Come here.” It sounded like a old man. “Wha-” Bojack couldn’t stop coughing, “Yea’, aight. Hold up.” Bojack finished doing what he was doing. When he walked out of the closet, a cloud of smoke followed him. “Oh shit!” Bojack said, frantically trying to make sure the smell didn’t reach Bojack. He was flailing his arms. He knew it wouldn’t work, but it was worth it. A sudden gust of wind came out through one window, sending the smoke out the other. Bojack raised an eyebrow. Maybe there was some other-worldly being helping him out? Hopefully. Bojack then walked over to the main room of the house and took a seat down next to the guy that called him. “Yeah, Roshi, what’s up?” Bojack asked, before grabbing the remote and switching over to ESPN. Roshi snatched the remote and flipped back to the channel he was watching. Damn CNN. He pointed a quick finger at the television when Bojack didn’t want to watch it. Bojack relunctantly looked. There was some sort of town, a coastal town. Parts of the town were on fire, but as for the rest of it, it looked a bit peaceful. There wasn’t anybody on the street. “..and?” Bojack asked. “Go there. Help the people out.” Roshi said. “NO! Fuck that. That ain’t my problem. I ain’t no damn fire brigade!” Bojack complained. Roshi cut him off from saying anymore. He turned and looked at Bojack. “Go. Now.” He said. Something had the old master worried. Bojack grunted and got up. He went to his room. Fuck going. He’d leave, but he wouldn’t go there. He’d go to West City and spend some time at the bar and then come back and just tell Roshi he went there to help. He wasn’t about to go to a place where people looked like they’d rather stay inside. No way. He was a socialite. Bojack packed his bag. |
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| Disgraced Bojack | May 16 2009, 10:36 PM Post #3 |
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Roshi had contacts. Bojack wasn’t about to risk it. He would go to the city, but he wouldn’t stick around for long. The stuff he had been hearing in town about some sort of virus circulating in the city only helped his determination. He forgot the name of it, but plenty of people knew all about the virus-ravaged city. He found it without ease. The welcoming board on the outskirts of town read “Welcome to Veltin; Your home on the coast!” Fuck this place. He figured out why he didn’t want to come here. It was because the orphanage he stayed at had a field trip here once. That was the reason why. He met up with some people, and he borrowed some money from those people. And he never paid those people back. But that had been about four years ago – he was much stronger now. Still, he wasn’t about to have someone insult him, considering he was rolling in Zeni now. The leading into town was closed off by police cars, and a crap load of press. And maybe a Lindsay Lohan or two trying to “support the cause” just to improve their own popularity. She was hot regardless – maybe he could “support the cause” with her. It wasn’t a farfetched fantasy either. Bojack walked over to the first cop, and tapped him on the shoulder. “I want in. My nigga Roshi sent me.” “Yeah, well, tell your ‘nigger’ Roshi that unless he’s got some sort of approval from the President, nobody’s getting in. And most importantly, nobody’s getting out.” “Bit-” Bojack caught himself mid-word, “Aight. Fine. I didn’t need to ask yo ass anyway. This what happen when you try to respect somebody and ask ‘em shit.” He pushed past the policeman who didn’t make any attempt to stop him. Before even engaging in that conversation, he had managed to snag a gasmask which he immediately put on after walking past the crowd. He didn’t want to get AIDS or something. The first thing that caught his eye was somebody walking on the street. The only person walking on the street. Really fast. Towards him. |
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| Disgraced Bojack | May 17 2009, 01:55 AM Post #4 |
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His eyes were open. But the colors of his eyes were black. Pure black. His mouth was open in an ugly snarl, and his body movement really didn’t match his actions. His arms were slinging back and forth as if they were nothing more than air. But he was only walking. It was a weird sight. It seemed this guy must have made a lot of bad decisions in his life, deciding from his physical appearance. But the worst mistake he ever made was challenging Bojack like he was doing now. He wasn’t asking for help. He wanted to be proven a threat. Fuck that. As soon as the guy was in range, Bojack landed a quick punch on the guy, splitting his head open. There must have been a reason nobody was allowed into the city, and this must have been why. This must have been the symptoms of that virus that had killed a good portion of the population. And it wasn’t curable, unless of course their head was split open. Bojack thought of it as him doing a favor to the guy by ending his life. He looked down at the guy. His head was split open, his skull caved in. But it seemed his jaw was still intact. Yeah, this guy could still eat a home-cooked meal. Other than that, his body seemed quite normal. He was white, obviously. This city looked to be upper-class, back in its glory days. Not anymore. The city was as dead as the guy by Bojack’s feet. But that didn’t seem to stop him. When Bojack was about to move on, after wiping his bloody fist on the guy’s shirt, he came to life again, and grabbed Bojack’s pants. He then proceeded to bite Bojack, but his teeth weren’t able to penetrate the alien’s powerful skin. Bojack was in complete awe. This guy was able to eat a home-cooked meal. “SOKIDAN!” Bojack said when he realized the guy had ripped his pants. A few seconds later, after the smoke calmed down, nothing but a decent-sized hole remained where the guy once was. WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT. I’M GETTING THAT OLD BASTARD ROSHI WHEN I GET BACK.” Bojack thought. Fuck this shit; this was getting intense. |
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| Disgraced Bojack | May 17 2009, 09:24 PM Post #5 |
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The gasmask began to fog up. Each time he took it off to wipe off the fog, he held his breath. He wasn’t about to risk getting this virus. He may have been alien, and his immune system might have been a lot more advanced, there was no telling about this sort of stuff. He could still get AIDS. It might not kill him, but AIDs in itself was a scary thought. This was a serious matter. For a few minutes, he didn’t have many more encounters with the other kind. The city was actually empty. Or maybe everybody was just inside. He knocked on one of the doors on an apartment building. He continued to knock. “Hey, it’s Obama. Open the door, I’m here to help ya’ll.” He said. Still no answer. He decided to kick down the door. If there was somebody inside, they must have already been affected by the virus so there wasn’t any point trying to keep any of the infected air outside. He kicked the door in, and slowly walked in after it. He looked around. He was hoping there would be some more kinds of people like the guy he was fighting earlier. It was fun. “YO!” He said. “I am your father.” His voice sounded a bit like Darth Vader’s through the mask. He couldn’t stop giggling. “Oh, man, I’m mothafuckin’ hilar- AH WHAT THE FUCK?!” Something had tried to bite Bojack’s leg again. Why did these fuckers always go for his new fucking pants? He slung the person off of his leg and then looked towards them. It was just a little girl. He almost felt remorse creep into his heart, but he quickly pushed it out. He didn’t want there to be a mess. This was a just a little girl. She didn’t deserve what had happened to her, but she needed what was about to come. He raised his arm towards her, and quietly: Blast Punch..” Her body was completely destroyed by the blast. He needed to find out what was happening, so maybe he could somehow find a cure to this thing. Or at least try and get these people some help. |
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| Disgraced Bojack | May 18 2009, 01:26 AM Post #6 |
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“Who are you?” A voice from deeper inside the house said. “Bond.” Bojack said. “ Bojack Bond.” He then tucked his hands into his pockets and puffed his chest out. “You ain’t one of these lil’ freaks are you? ‘Cause I’mma have to put you down like Ole Yeller.” Bojack didn’t know the name of the damn dog. “NO! No, we’re not one of them.” The voice said. Finally, it stepped out of the darkness and into the light. It was two people, actually. One of them was an old man, and the other was a young girl. The voice was the old man’s. Why were the survivors of some sort of plague always the complete opposite? Here, this old guy was a nonagenarian who obviously looked like a pedophile. The girl was still a little toddler with a bear in her hand. Yeah, complete opposites. “Aight, ya’ll eye’s check out fine. Ya’ll got gasmasks?” Bojack said. He had to make sure his survivors didn’t die. “No, sunny. It seems that we’re somewhat immune to this virus. We’ll be just fine.” The old man said, while working towards Bojack with the small girl attached to his hand. Bojack continued to look at the young girl. She was precious. “Aight, I guess so. How come you guys are still here?” “The city was quarantined. No one in, no one out. We were the unlucky few who weren’t affected by the virus, but we couldn’t leave because we were too late.” The old man said with a sad look on his face. “Unlucky few? There’s more?” “There were.” Were. “That doesn’t matter now. You still alive. You and your granddaughter. I’ll protect ya’ll. Stay right behind me, aight? You hear anything, anything at all, you better tell me, and I’mma get those fools.” Bojack said. No, he needed another plan. “Look, how about this? Give the girl to me, I’ll carry her. You can ride on my back. I got some rope.” Bojack said. “Don’t ask, I had to lynch some bit-” He stopped again, because of the little girl. “I had to tie my boat to the dock.” Word. |
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| Disgraced Bojack | May 18 2009, 04:47 AM Post #7 |
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Bojack held the little girl up. Her blue eyes looked at him. She was still too young to understand what was going on. All she knew was that monsters were out to get her and that Bojack was the good guy. And for once, Bojack liked being the good guy. He liked having the responsibility on his shoulders. Literally. The old guy was attached to his broad shoulders, holding on for dear life. A rope was attached around Bojack’s abdomen and around the old man. Bojack didn’t ask them for their names. He wasn’t about to get that attached. This was just a job, nothing more. A job Master Roshi had wanted him to do. Ah, fuck it. He knew he couldn’t treat it like that anymore. He felt close to these people. Whatever. It was time to get out of the house – the safehaven. Bojack took fast steps, knowing he could outrun any virus-infected human any day of the damn century. He saw where the police cars were, he could see it. His survivors could too. The old man let out a cheerful yell when he saw it. But their happiness was shortlived. Before Bojack could walk another step, a figure appeared in the mist before him. He was cloaked in all black, and the only thing visible was his sword. His sword was in his hand, but he didn’t put much energy into keeping it up so it just laid on the ground. He was turned towards Bojack, possibly looking at the alien and his company. “Look, buddy, you got two seconds to move, or else I ain’t afraid to put these people down and blast punch yo’ ass.” “So quick to temper, you aliens.” The being said, raising his sword and then trailing his finger down the sharp side of it. “But please, put the humans down. Maybe me and my pets can have fun with them. “It’s me and I!” The little girl interrupted. Bojack laughed. “Yeah fool, you heard her. You faggots, so quick to all that wise crap ya’ll be saying.” Bojack said. “It’s been three seconds.” At that exact moment, the being rushed at him, sword-first. Bojack jumped out of the way, and continued to run towards the police cars. He had to get them to safety first. The being was catching up to him though. As soon as Bojack reached the cars, he quickly put the girl down and untied the old man. “Look, they’re clean. You better keep them safe, ‘cause if they not, when I get back, ya’ll gonna get hurt.” Bojack then rushed back into the city to fight the being. He had to have some answers. |
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| Disgraced Bojack | May 18 2009, 05:09 AM Post #8 |
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The other guy attacked first. Bojack blocked his sword with a twitch of his finger. The guy remained suspended in mid-air. He looked at Bojack, and the alien saw for the first time his face. It was covered by a black bandana, but his eyes were ice cold blue. It was a scary sight, actually. Bojack retaliated with a punch of his own that landed square in his ribs. He fell down on the ground. This was easy pickings. Bojack put his foot on the guy’s neck and held him down. He kicked the sword out of his reach. “What’s goin’ on here?” “None of your fucking business!” He replied. Bojack pushed down on his leg even more. The guy began to cough loudly. Any longer and he might pass out. And then he might die. “Way I see it, you can tell me. And I’ll kill you quickly. Don’t tell me, well, let’s just say I got nothing to do all day.” Bojack wasn’t good at threats, but this guy didn’t have a rock-hard defense either. He gave in. “It’s ..It’s Ruyio. He’s a sorcerer. He spread this virus that,” He paused, “That killed all these people. Then he brought them back with necromancy.” Bojack picked his foot up, then brought it back down on the guy’s head, crushing it. He was an accomplice. He deserved it. Now he had to find this Ruyio guy, and a dictionary. What the hell was necromancy? Was it possession? Whatever it was, it sounded pretty legit. Maybe it was what caused the people to attack Bojack. A punch landed on the back of Bojack’s head. “You killed my brother!” The voice that belonged to the person that punched Bojack said. “You’ll pay for that!” Just as Bojack felt a punch coming towards him, he spun around and did a jumpkick to the guy’s chin. That sent him flying in the air. “SOKIDAN!” Bojack said. The ki ball consumed the guy’s being, and he was gone. Two done. Bojack had no idea how many people were left. So far, for everyone being “alive” in this city, he sure as hell didn’t see too many of them. |
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| Disgraced Bojack | May 18 2009, 06:57 PM Post #9 |
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Now, he had to find this guy named Ruyio. He was a sorcerer, apparently, who had possessed all the people that had died from the virus. Maybe there was a connection between the virus and Ruyio? Maybe Ruyio also had the cure for the virus. Maybe Bojack could make that sucker give those people their lives back and then give them cure to save them? Just maybe. It was worth trying, Bojack knew that. These people needed help. He knew where Ruyio must have been – the park in the center of town. That’s where all the bad people in the movies went, to the center of the town they were in. That’s where this showdown would have to happen. Bojack sure as hell hoped he didn’t end up killing this guy, because he really wanted to save these people. But, if there were casualties, Bojack would end up saving these guys after all. It was a win-win situation. Bojack slowly walked through the open gate into the central park. He looked around, and saw a few lanterns off in the distance. They were, of course, lit. He could make out a few dozen figures. Ruyio must have been among the zombies. Bojack threw a small energy ball their way, making sure it landed quite a way off so it wouldn’t hurt any innocents. “Hey yo, Ruyio Potter, over here.” He said, loud enough for them to hear. They all turned his way, or so it looked like it. They began to walk towards him in the usual zombie manner. Their arms were stretched out. Again, just like zombies. They moaned loudly. Just like zombies. But he couldn’t spot out the most normal-looking person out of them. Fuck it, Ruyio must not have been there. “Looking for me?” A voice off to the right said. Oh, there he was. “I am now.” |
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| Disgraced Bojack | May 19 2009, 12:57 AM Post #10 |
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There was Ruyio. He was standing there, on top of a column. He looked pretty smug from the sights of it. He must not have heard of Bojack before. That was about to change. He jumped off of his column, and began to walk towards the blue sex-machine. He raised his hand, and pointed at Bojack. His undead army continued to walk towards him. This guy must have thought he was some sort of band leader. He walked until he was only a few feet away from alien, just out of arm’s length. Lucky bastard. He was a young guy. They always were young. The young were the only ones willing to throw their lives away, which was the reason old men started them. “Hmm. So you killed my other two companions already? You must be..” He paused, then crossed his arms. “You must be good. Is your name Spopovich by any chance?” This infuriated Bojack. He kept his anger under control. He couldn’t pulverize this kid, not yet. “Big. Tall. Ugly. Yeah, you must be Spopovich.” The warrior threw a punch, but stopped it just before it landed on the kid’s cheek. His head popped over to the side in a failed attempt to dodge it. Bojack could have killed this fucker. “Look here, you little bitch. I am Bojack.” He said in an angered tone. He clenched his fists together and then began to power up. The ground shook underneath his feet. The kid looked damn surprised. When he was finished, his aura shone brightly. “And I’m here to save these chumps.” Bojack said, reaching out and grabbing the kid by his forearms and lifting him up into the arm. “And you will help me.” The Space Pirate said. He looked the kid straight into the eyes. The kid knew what he wanted. The kid had better give it to him too. But he didn’t. |
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| Disgraced Bojack | May 19 2009, 12:57 AM Post #11 |
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Instead, Bojack felt someone punch his face, making him release his grip on the kid, allowing him to fall on the floor. Bojack spun around, trying to regain his balance. It was a successful move. He looked around for the person that attacked him and quickly saw him. A big guy, probably Bojack’s size stood there, his fist stretched out. This guy must have had a death wish too. Bojack ran towards him, spearing him in half. He knew he must have broken a rib or two, because the guy’s loud scream when it happened should have been some sort of verification. “Wrong move, asshole!” Bojack yelled. He began to punch the guy every chance he got. Sometimes his face, sometimes his neck. Sometimes his abdomen. Wherever was fine, as long as he didn’t miss. When he was done, he jumped off of the guy, who got up right after Bojack. He was barely hurt. Good, because Bojack had barely tried. Hell, he wished he had barely tried. He had used a good bit of energy back then, trying to show off to Ruyio and the rest of his undead army. Bojack’s opponent rushed him, and this time ended up spearing Bojack. Bojack kicked him off, and kipped up. “Blast Punch!” said Bojack. The guy mirrored his movements and did a blast punch of his own. The two energy blasts met in the middle, and the recoil of the blasts sent the two warriors flying in opposite directions. This guy was just as good, if not better, than Bojack. And for some reason, each second that went by – Bojack felt that he was getting weaker and weaker. Fuck this. Bojack jumped a foot back, and then got into a ready stance. He put his hands together, and then subtly: “Sokidan.” The energy ball ripped out of Bojack’s hands and straight towards his opponent. |
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| Disgraced Bojack | May 19 2009, 12:58 AM Post #12 |
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The sokidan landed perfectly in the guy’s face. It beheaded him. The guy must have been training a lot, but even he couldn’t stop a sokidan that was going straight towards his face. Bojack laughed loudly then looked around. Ruyio had disappeared, but his army was still there and they were still advancing towards Bojack. Bojack jumped over them, and out of the park. The kid couldn’t have made it far. But it was impossible to tell as the fog got thicker and thicker. He had only one shot at this. “Look, kid. I ain’t here to save these chumps – I lied. I’m here to take over. But now I realized I can’t do it without ya. So I need ya help. Come on, you know you need me. Look how mothafuckin’ good I am. Look what happened to your other companions. Do you want the same to happen to you? If you don’t, you’d best to come out right now.” Bojack said. Fuck smooth-talking. He was never a good orator, but he sure as hell could plead his own case. Hopefully the guy wouldn’t be stupid enough to reject Bojack’s offer. They were his get-out-of-jail-free card. He would have done good not to reject Bojack’s offer. Suddenly, Bojack felt something round and cold touch the center of his back. At least someone wasn’t trying to bite his leg as before. It was a gun, he knew it. “Look, man,” It was Ruyio, and it sounded like he was crying, “I never wanted any of this. My dad was a wizard and he taught me this before he died, and something took over me. Power. Greed. Something. I didn’t want any of this, but now I’ve got to do this. Goodbye Bojack. Good effort though.” By the end of his little speech, a new tone had taken over this kid’s voice. It was confident. Too confident. |
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| Disgraced Bojack | May 19 2009, 12:59 AM Post #13 |
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Bojack whirled around in the split second Ruyio fired the bullet and grabbed it out of thin air. He held it up and inspected it with his eye. “Now. You better fucking let these people go, and then you better give me the cure to this damn virus because I know you have it.” Bojack said. He wasn’t kidding around. The kid started crying again. Bojack slapped him once, to make him stop. It wasn’t a good move, because now this kid was sobbing as loud as fucking ever. Bojack felt like beheading him too, but he needed him. TO get the glory, to get the recognition as the savior of this city, to ..make Bojack a better person or something like that. Bojack picked the kid up when he realized the kid had no more control over these dead people than Bojack did. It seemed Ruyio’s plan had backfired on him too, and the only reason he was on the column was so the dead people wouldn’t get to him too. It was quite funny. He lead Bojack back to his apartment, and when they were in, he disappeared into his room. Bojack heard thunder outside of the house. Then lightning. Lightning in the next room where Ruyio was. If the kid got electrocuted, it was because he deserved it. Bojack couldn’t help him. But Ruyio walked out a second later. “It’s done. They’re not possessed anymore. Here, the cure to the virus. Get it to a scientist and make him vaporize it and spray it all over the city. Just, please don’t turn me in.” Bojack wanted to turn his ass in. But fuck it. This kid would get what was coming to him soon enough. Bojack grabbed the cure and ran out of the house and saw that it wasn’t foggy anymore. Bodies were littered all across the street, but they were alive. They weren’t moving, but they were barely alive. Hopefully the scientist wouldn’t taken long vaporizing this shit. Finally. Bojack was about to go home and out of this hell hole. He felt like a better person. |
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