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Offline Cheka Man

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« Reply #25 on: February 15, 2005, 11:31:07 AM »
I can imagine them...very scary. 5/5

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« Reply #26 on: May 19, 2005, 11:33:19 PM »
The Song of Marvin and the Cursed Gold

Well, sit right down, pardner'
I got a tale to tell
Of a man named Marvin, son of Barker
and his magic treasure-well.

Now Marvin he was a mutie
Had hisself a rotten leg
An' his tongue was forked like a snake's
He often had to beg

Was back '48
When he dug the desert sands
Plumming for a gate
To water up the land.

He were lookin' for some recognition
A little respect, too
But the well became his mission
He dug the whole Earth through

And when he got to the other side
He met a Chinaman from Hell
Who gave ol' Marvin a magic guide
To the magic treasure-well

Marvin got to diggin'
Through all the blood he gave
Underneath the sands was hidden
An ancient wizard's grave.

He found the big lead coffin
Big and solid black
He threw the lid and screamed
And the thing inside screamed back.

It were half-covered now in treasure
Silver, gold, and jewels
It looked too hideous to measure
And it spat poisons out in pools

It chased Marvin forty years
And then for forty more
And Marvin carried the beasty's treasure
right to King Robbie's door.

Now Marvin dumped the monster's gold
It'd burned his arms with rad'yation
King Robbie didn't live too old
The monster spread his bits throughout the nation

Marvin didn't live too long
He got the rad'yation curse of Wastin' Ills
He got a dose of rad too strong
To cure with U.S. pills.

So let that be a lesson
A lesson you learn well
Don't go diggin' in the cursed desert
For magic treasure-wells.
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« Reply #27 on: June 30, 2005, 07:43:07 PM »
Just A Hunch

Somewhere in the mountains of Switzerland, the snowy silence of the night was interrupted by a shout.
"Stop right there!"
United States Scout Trooper Melly Enenberg levelled his battered rifle at the figure who froze in the moonlight on the lower slope.
The person was smallish, hunched maybe, and was wearing a long, draping robe of filthy gray cloth. The face in the hood was covered by a mask made from pieces of leather and old plastic, with eyepieces from an ancient pair of sunglasses. On the figure's chest was painted the symbol of the Roman Cross, red with a stylized, two-headed Christ hanging from it.
"Catholic..." Enenberg said under his breath.
The figure took another step.
"I said stop!" shouted the ranger, hefting the rifle once more.
The figure raised it's mirrored lens-gaze towards him, made silvery and ghostlike by the moon and the solid black void backdrop of the mountains on the other side of the valley.
"You're going to die tonight," said the figure after a long, long pause. The voice was soft, almost whispering, with a slight Italian accent.
"I'm an agent of the United States, and you are in Division territory. I suggest you step back and stop threatening me. If you do not step back beyond the marked borderline, I will fire."
"You're going to die tonight," the figure repeated.
"How do you know?"
"Just a hunch."
The Catholic took another step, and raised it's hand. A stunted sixth digit sprouted from the knuckle of the being's index finger.
"You won't hit me," it rasped.
Enenberg frowned and shook the hair out of his eyes. "You are hereby designated as 'Target'. If you do not step back over the border, I will blow your Catholic ass away." His rifle was now trained on the figure straight.
The weird hand dropped. The voice sounded mournful:
"You won't hit me. The gun you're holding is a... how do you say? Dirty rifle, fires masses of gravel and shrapnel from radiation zones."
The ranger gave a humorless laugh. "Nice guess. If you'd got it wrong, I'd have killed you... STEP BACK!"
The Catholic stepped back slightly at the ranger's shout, and said:
"When you fire that gun, it's going to explode, and you will die."
"How do you know that?"
"Just a hunch."
There was a long pause.
Then, suddenly, the figure leapt forward, screeching hoarsely and whipping out it's hands.
On pure reflex and startlement, Enenberg fired. There was a loud, brittle crack which echoed for a very, very long time.
The Catholic stood from where it had hunched. "God defended me," it rasped, and walked toward the ranger where he lay sprawled upon the ground.
Looking down through polarized lenses at the crumpled corpse of the United States Scout Trooper, at the bloody face embedded with small chunks of rock, glass, and metal, the Catholic said:
"My hunches are always right."
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« Reply #28 on: June 30, 2005, 07:46:32 PM »
Planned upcoming factions-
-The Six-Fingered Hand
-The Nautilus Club
(both from the new D20 Apocalypse supplement, which is really cool)
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