don't complain when you have the ability to change things.
Tell that to the people who can't vote.
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Posted by Dad on 14 October 2018 - 12:02 PM
Now THIS is the morale I want for this thread! Last year it only got two or three users tops.
What about this one:
Well, you can't really get it now that you mentioned it in your post.
I missed out on that cereal.
GOD DAMN IT NOW I HAVE TO TAKE OUT MY RAGE ON MY KIDS
Posted by Dad on 13 October 2018 - 11:22 AM
Sounds tough. You have shared that first one some months ago, but it is still shocking nonetheless.
Yeah, I remember ranting about it because I still have dreams about it every now and then. Thankfully I'm seeing a therapist.
This happened in my last neighborhood. We moved out over three years ago because we found a better house in a better neighborhood.
Back when I was 15 or 16, my sister was going to her friend's house to make plans about what movie to watch at the theater some other day. My mother wanted to drive me along with my sister to her friend's house. We arrived at 5 or 6 in the afternoon, and left at about 8. It was a dark November afternoon. We decided to walk home. Our home was only a couple of blocks away. Maybe a 20 minute walk at most. My sister chatted on the way back. A couple of blocks down, a man steps out of a small apartment building. He looked down, got back up, and then called out at me "You dropped something". I was pretty sure I had nothing of value in my pockets at the time, so I just kept walking. However, as me and my sister kept walking, I noticed that the man was walking in our general direction. When we crossed the street, so did he. He was following us. What made it worse, he had his arm raised, as if holding a gun. He wasn't too close, so I muttered to my sister a plan to run. She seemed confused. The whole time we were walking she hadn't noticed the man was still following us! Now that she got a glance back, she was ready to listen to my plan. My plan was to get to the end or corner of a block that would serve as a blind spot for our pursuer. As soon as we did, we made a run for it until we got home. I looked back then and again, but he wasn't following us (whether he lost us or gave up). I never did tell my parents about this. Whether I thought we'd get in trouble with them or just the fact that we were relieved just to be home safe and sound. And looking back, it makes me all the more relieved that I accompanied my sister. God knows what would've happened had she tried walking back home alone in the dark.
Thank goodness you made it home safely.
Posted by Dad on 11 October 2018 - 09:54 AM
BGM: Go Tell Aunt Rhody
Destiny was covered head to toe in the black ichor. The only visible part of her was her eyes and mouth. She slowly, desperately crawled toward the survivors, dripping the ichor onto the floor. "Leroy..." she whispered raspily.
Leroy reached out for Destiny again but was stopped by the survivors once again.
"Get away," Destiny said as she collapsed forward onto her knees.
"What? What did you--"
"GET AWAY!" Destiny screamed.
Destiny was wrenched upright as the ichor on her back stretched out and grasped the concrete floor. there, she was suspended as the black ichor then crawled and expanded from her torso, up her neck, and began to climb into her mouth. Her eyes were sealed shut, and Destiny could be heard gasping for air as the ichor choked the life out of her. She grasped at the air for something to hold onto, trying to cling to life once more.
Mia clasped her hand over her mouth. Riku turned away. Jared stared in aww. Amaris clenched his fist. Christina closed her eyes. Leroy screamed.
Destiny fell forward once again, now lifeless on the floor once more.
"Destiny! DESTINY!!" Leroy cried.
The ichor was still swimming over Destiny's body, creepily as though it were alive and she was not. It began to spread out from her body over the stadium, inching forward and threatening to consume the other survivors. Destiny was propped up by the ichor, her arms and legs spread wide as she was pulled into the air. The ichor became increasingly denser and from the rapidly growing pool of murky, black goo, a hand ten times Destiny's size formed from the ichor.
It grasped her body tightly and five smaller black hands sprouted from the pool below. The survivors began to back away quickly.
One at a time, the hands began to grab hold of Destiny, latching onto her arms and legs while she screamed in agony. She had been strung up by these shadow hands as though she were being crucified alive. The fifth and final hand writhed beneath Destiny, seemingly with no purpose. At last, the remaining shadow hand sank beneath the ground, causing the ichor above it to bubble.
From beneath the shadows, a tomb began to emerge, held by the remaining hand of shadow. Made up of a black stone, it stretched more than two hundred feet and was more than twenty feet deep. As the tomb cleared the surface of the ground, the hand of shadow beneath it was crushed, relenting its grip.
Now, Destiny's screaming was suddenly silenced. Her desperation to break free of these binding hands was stopped. She had become deathly still, and the largest of the hands of shadow which had bound her had set her free, held only by her limbs and still suspended in the air. It slinked back into the ichor from which it emerged and disappeared.
"What the hell is happening?" Mia asked softly, aloud.
The heavy stone seal over the tomb hissed, and smoke billowed from inside as the seal began to slide away on its own.
Destiny's limbs began to bulge and twist as the tomb opened, reacting to the presence of whatever it was that was inside. Her head jerked violently back and forth until her neck spun around and cracked, breaking itself, then righting itself on her shoulders.
Slowly, Destiny was being transformed. Her left leg was covered in the black ichor by the hand of shadow as it slid away from her. Her leg began to grow to incredible size, and the ichor began to harden rapidly. Her right leg followed suit, covered in a now quickly hardening black goo. Her torso grew to be much too big for her body but was replaced by the steeled ichor as her body began to sink to the ground.
Now, Destiny's arms were also molded in the black ichor. Destiny finally touched solid ground again, where she miraculously raised her head. She could feel the ichor peeling away from her face. Able to see once again, Destiny's eyes settled on the tomb before her. The ichor then began to harden around her face like a mask, with a cell of shadow over her eyes. She stretched her mouth wide and was able to let out one final scream.
The hardened ichor over Destiny began to take shape as Destiny finally stood. Now, at more than twelve feet tall, Destiny dawned the armor of death, as the hard ichor became a suit of impenetrable black steel over her. Her hands were molded in clawed gauntlets, and a horned helmet dawned her face. From her back, a tail made of shadow protruded just beneath her tailbone and whipped about wildly. Destiny took a step forward and caused the ground to tremble.
For a moment, she took her eyes off of the tomb and stared back at her allies. She couldn't feel anything, even at the look of horror on their faces.
She turned back to the tomb and stomped toward it. Reaching one enormous hand inside of it, Destiny withdrew a weapon she was familiar with: the two-handed Thanatos. Its hilt was adorned with curved horns and a blinking red eye in its center. Destiny gripped the weapon tightly and felt a surge of strength rushing through her.
She threw her head back and roared at the night sky, shattering the black ice over the top of the Superdome. Ver voice trembled with power and echoed into the darkness.
This was Destiny's Broken Fayth: Embodiment of Death.
And now her eyes were set on Lindow. Her first task was one of revenge.
Lindow sighed, slightly groaning with pain. "If that's how you want to do this," Lindow said as he readied his black hand. He attempted to block Destiny's attack by calling upon shadows of his own. However, they would not obey his command. "What!?" he thought to himself as the shadows swirling around Destiny's finger began to form a pea-sized ball. With no other tricks up his sleeve, Lindow grew desperate.
He tensed his body and began to wrap himself in several layers of clear ice hoping to absorb whatever it was that Destiny was about to use against him. The ice caused Destiny to loosen her grip, but not before the ball of concentrated darkness touched the ice. The ice shattered instantly and the resulting impact caused Lindow to be launched outward into the stadium walls. His body was twisted and mangled. His arms bent in ways that they were not meant to bend. His legs and knees were separated at the joint, with his left leg being completely crushed. Lindow's neck had been twisted around and his face was a ghostly white.
Destiny roared, declaring herself triumphant. However, she had spoken too soon.
"You know," Lindow said as he slipped from the wall and onto his collapsed chest, now on the stadium floor. "That should've killed me, I think." Lindow snapped his neck back into place with a sudden jerk of his upper body and shoulders. "C'mon man, pull yourself together."
"What on earth... are you? Lindow, how are you alive?" Mia questioned, disgusted at what she was seeing. Lindow's limbs were repairing themselves slowly. His legs began to unfold. His arms slipped back into their sockets.
"But, I think," Lindow continued. "That because you didn't kill me completely, and I had just a scrap of life left in me," Lindow finished as he was now standing back to his feet. He rolled his neck and stretched as though he had just finished a casual workout. "That Loki isn't done with me yet. So, I guess I'm all warmed up now."
"I told you not to call me that," it whispered in Lindow's head.
Destiny roared at Lindow, angered that he would defy her will. The will of Death. She raised Thanatos in her hands and charged at Lindow. Each of her massive footsteps shook the earth as she barreled toward her foe. Lindow, however, was unfazed. He lunged back at Destiny, covering himself with ice as he raced forward.
She swung Thanatos overhead, bringing it down to the ground with earth-shattering force. Shadows erupted from the ground in great spikes, chasing Lindow. He weaved through the spikes with ease, using speed to his advantage. As he gained ground, Lindow drew back his only working arm and prepared a spell.
"Glacial Tomb," he whispered. A bright cascade of ice blocks erupted around Destiny as Lindow stretched forth his arm. Out of his palm, a dagger made of ice was formed and gripped tightly.
The blocks of ice pinned Destiny, weighing her down and stopping her movements, and interrupting her magic. This allowed Lindow to get closer. "Go back to hell!" he screamed as he leaped over the ice blocks.
Mia gasped as she watched Lindow plunge the ice dagger into Destiny's helmet, and a spurt of black ichor spat forth onto him as he thrust the dagger into Destiny's skull.
Lindow held tight to the dagger, twisting it into Destiny's head. "Loki." The dagger began to expand, flourishing out and becoming a replica of Loki's original, dual bladed form. Both pointed ends of Loki pierced through Destiny's skull, splitting it open.
"Pathetic," he mumbled. "All this power and you're just a big brute. Slow and stupid."
Lindow snatched Loki back from Destiny's skull and stood atop the ice blocks peering down into the helm which adorned her head. It had not dissipated. Lindow frowned and drew back Loki once more. "Die goddammit!" he screamed.
Lindow's arm was caught and snapped like a twig. He hollered out in pain as one of Destiny's enormous arms lifted him up by his now broken limb. A piercing red eye glowed from beneath Destiny's helmet, and Lindow could see her skull pulling itself back together. A look of disgust and fear ran across Lindow's face as he desperately tried to wriggle free. "What the fuck!?" he hollered.
"You cannot kill death!" Thanatos bellowed. Destiny's own voice had become lost in Thanatos' echo. Lindow was tossed lazily into the air and time seemed to slow around him. Thanatos raised its own blade and swatted Lindow away with its broadside, smashing him into the ground like a fly.
Thanatos then drove the pointed end of its blade into Lindow's back with a sickening crunch. Thanatos ripped the blade from Lindow's now still body and drew the weapon back once more. At Thanatos' feet, however, Lindow was somehow still alive.
"I get it now," Lindow said through a mouthful of blood. His body was reattaching itself slowly as cold swept over Lindow. "Destiny's not there anymore. Is she?" Lindow asked.
Thanatos swung its blade down over Lindow's neck and severed his head from his body, causing his regeneration process to stop abruptly. It lifted Lindow's head up, revealing a twisted smile on the young man's face. "No." It finally answered.
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