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[FANFIC] Unknown- A collaboration by Artistbma and Atrumvindex

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Thu, 02/28/2013 - 17:33
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Artistbma

This is Unknown, a fanfiction written by Atrumvindex (Softhead) and I.

Unknown takes place in the world of Cradle in the daily lives of the SOPF (Spiral Order Police Force) officers. But we didn't want to bore you with normal crime cases. In the story of Unknown, we wanted something that would keep our readers excited and eager for more. So our story settles with SOSPF (Spiral Order Special Police Force) officers.

In our tales, you readers will delve into the strange cases that SOSPF officers experience often. Most of these cases will have their own special twists to them, with "scientific" explanations of the happenings.

Alright, enough with intros, lets get on with the story, am I right?!

Unknown

Thu, 02/28/2013 - 17:52
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Artistbma
First one, by yours truly.

SOSPF Report
Report by: Daniel Grime
Date: 2/18/13
________________

Report:
It was a normal day, Lydia and I were just going about our daily patrol. The sun was burning down on our backs as we turned the corner of Stranger St. and Argent Avenue. All was calm when we strolled down the street, until I got a rushed call for help from an unfamiliar voice.

“Help, please! I’m at Moorcroft Manor. I don’t have much time. Please help me! Please! Plea-“

The line died.

Something was happening. I called backup and we, Lydia and I, raced back to our motorbikes and kicked them into ignition. We drove in the direction of the Arcade, with the bike’s red and blue lights flashing.

As we sped down the street, citizens were literally jumping out of the way how fast we were going. One time I even almost hit someone. Punish me for that later, but for now, read on. We turned down a curve and kept on speeding down the street. We turned down another. And another. The drive seemed to never end. When we arrived at the Arcade, the authorities were already there. I saw Lieutenant Barrus, the leader of my division of government, leaning against an alchemy machine writing on a tablet of paper.

“Barrus!” I called out.

The lieutenant looked up at me and grinned a broad smile.

“Daniel! Care to tell me the situation? These civilians here don’t know anything,” Barrus said.

I stepped forward, “I got a call for help from someone saying they were in Moorcroft Manor.”

Barrus pondered that thought, “Well, it seems we can’t figure anything out until we go to Moorcroft.”

“Then let’s go,” Lydia said. “Time is wasting.”

Barrus turned to the seven or so guardian knights standing behind him.

“Let’s roll out!” he ordered. “We’re going to Moorcroft!”

The guardian knights all walked to the elevators, with Barrus following. Just those 8 took up two elevators. Lydia and I strolled onto an empty elevator and she pressed the coordinates for Moorcroft.

When the elevator stopped, I walked out into Moorcroft Manor and immediately smelled the aroma of dead people. I grabbed some cloth from my pack and covered my nose. Barrus told us to split up to search for anything out of the ordinary. Instead of searching first, I went up to the front desk. The desk clerk stated his usual words, with a little pun. I sighed and turned away from him.

I was surprised to find Pembrooke standing right behind me.

“Good Evening, my good sir,” he greeted me.

“Hello, Pembrooke,” I said. “How’s Moorcroft these days? Are the Black Kats all gone?”

“For now,” he replied. “Hopefully forever.”

I scanned the room. “Think I could give your library a look?” I asked.

Pembrooke hesitated, “You know those books are my life. Be very careful with them.”

“Thanks, I will,” I responded.

I began going over to Pembrooke’s study when I heard a loud scream. I swerved around and dashed towards the source. I saw Lydia staring at something, mortified. The guardian knights ran over, followed by Barrus, and they were all equally afraid. I ran over to find something worthy of their looks.

A mutated knight lay on its side in a tomb in the Graveyard Wing of Moorcroft. It was wearing what looked like a spiral demo suit. However, its legs weren’t legs. They were pretty much purple and blue tentacles. I turned the body over to look at its face. It looked normal, other than it being bruised. I opened its mouth and found I was wrong. Sticky, sharp fangs protruded from its gums.

I glanced at Lydia. “It’s not a knight anymore.”

Barrus stepped in. “We can still bury-“

The mutation hopped onto its feet and grabbed Barrus by the neck. It opened its mouth wide and prepared to bite him. I grabbed my Valiance from my belt and shot it in the head. The creature jumped out of the coffin and retreated from the group, blood spilling from the bullet wound. Before it got too far, it fell unconscious because of the great loss of blood. I helped Barrus up.

“You ok?” I asked him.

“Yeah, yeah,” he said. “I’m fine.”

“That must’ve been the knight that called me. This is worse than I thought. Lydia, it took us what, 20 minutes to get from where I heard the call to here?”

“About,” she said.

“Who could work so fast… making a knight a monster?” I wondered.

“Someone smart,” Barrus stated. “Someone with a lot of knowledge on the subject of the undead.”

We walked over to the Konjuring Kat, who stood in his normal spot, outside his ritual circle. The kat smiled at the sight of the knights.

“Have any… books for me?” he asked with hope.

I shook my head and the Konjuring Kat backed away a bit, clearly disappointed. “Perform any rituals lately?” I asked.

“No,” the kat said, stubbornly. “Last one I did was before the Black Kats went away. I miss doing rituals…”

“Then what is that, Konjuring Kat?” I asked, pointing towards the body of the mutated knight.

The kat looked genuinely confused. “Ugh, what is that? Oh, you think I did that? Are you kidding me?”

“If you didn’t do it, you wouldn’t mind answering a few questions then, correct?” Lydia joined in.

The Konjuring Kat rolled his eyes. “Of course I would mind. My dear, I have done many questionable things, but this is not one of them.”

Barrus stepped forward. “I don’t believe you. Konjuring Kat, you are now under arrest by order of SOSPF for not cooperating with an officer.”

“You’re kidding right?” the kat laughed. When Barrus ordered the guardian knights to grab him, he realized Barrus wasn’t joking. “Wow, really? This is so stupid…”

“Tell it to the judge,” one of the guardian knights barked.

I watched as the guardian knights and Barrus left Moorcroft to go to the surface. I looked at Lydia.

“To be honest, I don’t think the Konjuring Kat did it. He seemed pretty surprised.”

“Or he’s a good actor,” Lydia said. “C’mon, let’s go up to Haven.”

I followed Lydia onto the elevator and watched her punch in the coordinates for Haven. Once we reached the surface, Lydia and I hopped on our motorbikes and rode back to the Spiral Police Headquarters.

We parked our bikes and walked through the huge double doors of the building. We began ascending the stairs to go to the SOSPF Level.

“Barrus thought it would have to be someone with a lot of knowledge on the subject of the undead,” I spoke up. “Well, I think I know where they could have gotten that knowledge.

“What are you thinking?” Lydia asked me with a grin.

“There’s a library at Moorcroft. The person who did it could have read something about how to do it. We might be able to find a book explaining what we saw,” I said.

“It’s worth a shot I guess,” Lydia agreed.

“Back to Moorcroft Manor!”

We raced back down the steps and out the front doors of the building. We hopped on our motorbikes and sped down the street, in the direction of the Arcade.

Once we got there, I jumped off the seat of my bike and dashed towards an elevator, Lydia close behind. We slid to a stop on the elevator and I immediately jabbed my fingers into the correct buttons. The elevator began to descend and I eagerly awaited its stop. When it stopped, I hurried off it and into Moorcroft Manor, holding my nose the whole way. My first thoughts were to go ask Pembrooke for some assistance in finding the perfect book.

“Pembrooke!”

“H- Hello,” Pembrooke responded with a shaky voice.

“We need some help for our investigation and need you to find us a book with information on the events that happened in the Graveyard Wing earlier today.”

“Alright… Follow me,” Pembrooke ordered. “After what happened, I did some research on the subject. You should find what you’re looking for in this book-“He grabbed a thick tome off a shelf and handed it to me. “-In chapter 58, page 792. Now if you’ll excuse me, I was just in the middle of a great load of work.”

Pembrooke slipped away from the twosome, going off in the direction of his study. I felt the heavy book’s kat-skin covers. “Yuck,” I thought to myself. I opened the grimoire and flipped through the pages.

“Man is this a big book.” I whispered under my breath.

I turned open to a page and read the heading Chapter 58. I started going through the pages quickly to find number 792.
“788, 789, 790, 791-“

I flipped the page. I was surprised by what I saw. In all caps, scribbled across the page in blood was SO LONG SUCKERS!

I turned around just in time to see Pembrooke shut a suitcase and run off towards the elevator.

“Stop right there!” I shouted, speeding after him. I heard Lydia struggling to keep up behind me. Then I pulled out my Silversix, firing a few bullets in Pembrooke’s direction. The warning shots made him stop in his tracks, and I caught up to him. I grabbed his hands and bound them with rope.

“Pembrooke, you are now under arrest for mental and physical harm to an equal being. Have anything to say for yourself?” I asked him.

Lydia joined in, “Why’d you do it?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” Pembrooke hissed, giving up the ‘weak old man’ act. “I was trying to create a black kat of my own… and in turn, an army of the hideous creatures. Knights seem to be the strongest power on Cradle, so I figured I might as well use one of their own for my experiments. But that idiot I had couldn’t take the dark matter electric charges coursing through his body. His brain got fried.”

“Well your plot has been foiled. You’re gonna be in prison for a long time,” I told him.

“Screw you,” Pembrooke cursed.

I grabbed a com unit from my bag and began speaking into it.

“Hello, this is Daniel Grimes, reporting for duty. We have found the culprit of the mutant case. I repeat, we have found the culprit of the mutant case. I need a group of guardian knights here at Moorcroft Manor as soon as possible to take him in.”

In a matter of minutes, a small group of maybe four guardian knights arrived at Moorcroft, with their weapons out. Once they saw I had Pembrooke subdued, they sheathed their swords, put away their bombs, and holstered their guns.

One looked up at me and said, “Pembrooke, eh? Never thought he’d be the criminal.”

I smiled. “Things aren’t always as they seem.”

As the guardian knights dragged Pembrooke by his arms onto the elevator, I heard him yell back at me.

“This isn’t over! I will be back, and you’ll be my first target, Daniel Grimes! Hear that? I will bring back the Black Kats! I will rule all of Crad-“

I heard the crack as a guardian knight knocked him unconscious. I sat down, thinking for a few minutes, then remembered about the Konjuring Kat. I called into my com unit again.

“Lieutenant Barrus? This is Daniel Grimes asking for Lieutenant Barrus. Come in Lieutenant Barrus.”

“This is Lieutenant Barrus, what’s the problem?”

“Sir, I have proven that the Konjuring Kat was not the culprit of the mutant case. I believe you owe someone an apology,” I said.

“He was innocent? Well I’ll be. We’ll let him go tomorrow. But I’m keeping an eye on him.”

I laughed. “Oh, I bet you are.”

I rode the Moorcroft elevator up to the surface and went home to relax. I picked up my com unit and called Barrus one last time.

“Hey Barrus?”

“Yes, Daniel?”

“I’m taking the rest of the day off,” I chuckled.

“Er, you can’t do tha-“

I pressed the off button on the com unit, then sat down and kicked my feet up on a table.

I hate busy days.
______________

Summary:

Crazy dude tried to recreate the Black Kats and take over Cradle.

Thu, 02/28/2013 - 19:22
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Shotjeer
Hm

Pretty good

Thu, 02/28/2013 - 20:00
#3
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One-Step-Closer
Nice! Suggestion Have

Nice!

Suggestion
Have pembrooke escape. It's a ghost, isn't it?

Fri, 03/01/2013 - 06:17
#4
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Duskfinder
nice story

"citizens were literally jumping out of the way how fast we were going "

Other than that it was good.
And you could make it a twist ending and have nothing happen :P

Fri, 03/01/2013 - 07:28
#5
Svanto's picture
Svanto
New story?

hmmmm spiral knights cops? spiral cops! spiral cops!

Fri, 03/01/2013 - 16:47
#6
Duskfinder's picture
Duskfinder
Are apps accepted?

Are apps accepted?

Fri, 03/01/2013 - 16:52
#7
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Softhead
Hello!

We are currently thinking of this.

When we were thinking of the idea of Unknown, I had the idea of some people joining in this.

Like one of these Tennis Stories, but somehow, we're going to link this.

My story's up next.

Fri, 03/01/2013 - 17:06
#8
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Duskfinder
your story?

Mind telling me how you're writing this? Just out of curiosity.

Fri, 03/01/2013 - 19:02
#9
Softhead's picture
Softhead
Well, I will converse with Artist via mail about chapter.

I will then post it up.

Your story/My case chapter.

Mon, 04/01/2013 - 22:07
#10
Softhead's picture
Softhead
Unfinished,

Light flickered in the derelict alleyway, as a man of iron staggered painfully into a corner. His eyes flared intensely and his breathing was haggard and laboured. One hand was propped against a wall, and the other was clawing at his own throat. He started breathing heavier, and the Purplish-blue powder on his face sprinkled off, and he leant against a door in the Moonlit streets, drawing his recently blood-stained Calibur.

“They’re coming!” he screeched crazily as he swung his sword wildly into the air. “I killed your leader, AHAH!”

His eyes were getting wilder as he clawed at his neck again, like a panther, cobalt blood dripping slowly into a downpour, as the knight gurgled and tripped, blood pooling.

“Grrg……” He muttered, and a small, silver flask shattered, containing the same powder……

SOSPF, Post Mortem Report
Report by: Dr Chuck R.H Norrison
Date: 03/03/13

At 6am, a body of a Spiralian Cobalt knight, Elite Defender rank, was found by a stranger traversing though Sol ‘Fork’s Red light District. We don’t care about what was the Stranger getting down with, but the Knight was found with his throat clawed out. There was also a sword 3 feet away from him.

When the team of me, Mender Umbris and Vitasuit medic Blowsky, did a post mortem, we found several other scratch marks on his wrists. This brings narcrotics into this. He didn’t use the sword to commit suicide, but what was it for? He had a strange dust in his nasal area, and some in a destroyed vial of the same stuff.

There was the fact however, that there was a triple homicide a couple of blocks back. We heard witnesses say, quote:

“This one cobalt kid was snorting some dust and he boned out, [scrapping] about ‘Someone after him and such. He then stabbed some guys and busted out of the door and disappeared.’

Dust? Boning out? By the sounds of it, it seems to be Phearium. That thing is dangerous, causing paranoia, l5 narcotic type symptoms of formication, and aggravated adrenaline boost. In other words, a walking wreck.

We are going to have a lab test soon to confirm.

SOSPF Report
Report by: Umbris, Emberlight medical nurse
Date: 03/03/13

As the doctor hinted, this may be some kind of, dust, similar to the coca plant dust. As the test confirmed, this is some kind of Phearium compound. Phearium is not the only thing there.
There seems to be some traces of hormones in there, mostlikely to aggravate the adrenaline system. We are going to let the SOSPF handle this incident, as there may be something more sinister ahead.

SOSPF Report, Narcotics Division
Report by: Darren Tort
Date: 06/03/13
After three days since this was filed to us, there have been 5 more similar incidents. As Umbris said, this is going to be sinister.
Barrus has set up a team, including me, Vanguard Tort alongside Sylvin.
We are preparing to go sometime from now, and traverse to d22, Sol ‘Fork Red light District.
Vog speed.

*
d heavily through the air as the thong of partygoers bashed and grinded in the dim lit club hall.
A stubby devilite had a gloomy and dark expression as he got off his chair. He had a dishevelled appearance, full with a off-white shirt and light stubble, wabbled outside.
He could only get four steps outside into the purple metropolis, when a Gremlin stopped him. He seemed to be a Emberligter who was hooded in a dark overcoat.
“Need your fix?”

“Hmph.” He scratched his head. He wanted the pleasure.
The sweet, and sick pleasure of it.
But he needed to be clean!
“N…..No.” he finally stuttered.
“Com’on chief. You know you need it”.
“The fear……The pleasure…..”
“Fear makes you alive. Doens’t it?”
“DAMNIT! GIVE ME IT!”
No point of resisting!
The gremlin tossed him the vial of dust, then writing down something on a notepad. Load snorting was heard as he took the drug, pouring the contents onto his face.
What was in his original vision warped and changed hue, twitching as he started hearing voices, faces appearing on the several walls, as the devilite dropped down on his knees attempting to rip heck on his throat.
“Bye, have fun.” Was the gremlin’s words.
“They want to demote you!”
“Yes.”
“KILL THEM”
“YES!!
He got up in wrath, insanity rising.
“YEEEESSSSSSSTH!”
He sprinted wildly with an insane look as he rambed into the night.

SOSPF Report, Narcotics Division 
Report by: Darren Tort
Date: 06/03/13

“Hey.”
The Skeleton-clad knight swivelled to his co-worker. He cocked his head slightly.
“So, what are we going to do?” Tort asked. Sylvin replied with a shrug.
“I mean, you’re the leader even though you’re not really an official member, but you seem weak if you’re going to shrug.”
._. was the expression on Slyvin’s face.
“……..”
“Let’s just go.”
The two stood on the rustic elevator, as it geared slowly into life, sending them down into the abyss that is the Clockwork.
Amu-Sol ‘s Skyway seemed chillier than usual as the two tried to hitch a ride. It was some time before a smallish Truck appeared. The driver was a red, and rotund devilite, and he waved at the two sluggishly.
“Need a ride?”
*
The city was foggy when they arrived. Purple lights flickered in the skyline, and idle chatter was heard.
“You know what to do” was Slyvin’s only reply.
The two cloaked their armour with costumes, to blend in.
Tort snapped back with a jibe as his Snarbolax coat was replaced with a Skolver coat and divine Veil, embezzled with fitting accessories. “Well obviously, we couldn’t get the bikes nor our gear, ‘cept for blasters, Haze Bombs, and a flourish. Bloody Firestorm.”
Sylvin Sighed.
“Just watch your back Tortodrone.”
Slyvin was in a Skelly Jelly costume.
“K, Wobble Zombie!”
The two walked in silence for what seemed like an eternity, until they reached the red light district.
Red filtered light littered the path, illuminating the scum and derelictness of the zone. The fog seemed more eerie now, like a crimson blood mist waiting to consume all who enter.
Sylvin walked ahead, but stopped abruptly.
“What is wrong with you?” Tort asked, annoyed. “It’s just a stree-“
He was interrupted by a maddening chuckle. Then the deafening of a stampede.
“RUN!”
“HE’S INSANE!”
“EEK!”
Several people of different races, from Devilites, to Gremlins, they seemed shocked and scared. They hid in houses and the thong soon cleared to only Darren and the HoH member.
“What the-?”
Another chuckle. A shadow flashed past in the fog.
“Why has everyone ran?” He had a mocking tone.
A slightly taller shadow appeared, limping heavily.
The two were on the edge, and they gripped their blasters, waiting for him to strike.
The shadow brightened up to a young, Gremlin in a maid’s outfit. She had dead eyes, not realising what happened.
The two were flabbergasted as she still walked, or rather, limped, with a lamp embedded into her chest.
She painfuly opened her mouth and spoke in a hushed, whispered voice“Help! he taken some of that-“
CRUNCH
Her body fell to the floor, headless.
“What a [wheel]!” The shadow shouted, as it walked out of the fog.
His eyes were bloodshot, and his body was bloodstained with colours of all spectrums. His t-shirt was darkened and loose.
“Mate, I see you must be shocked,” he acted as if there was nothing between them. “But , dude, she’s a Hoo-“
“Shut up you N00b!” Tort unsheathed his Flourish and dashed at the madman.
“Hah! Don’t be a Dumb [cog]!” The Devilite sidestepped, and tripped him in midair. Tort tried to recover, but was too late as a couch smashed on his back.
The dust in his face, humiliated beyond relief, he only one thing,
The devilite’s face as aimed his stapler at him.
CLANK!
A large shadow was casted over his body, and realised that Sylvin blocked the shot.
“Hmph. I could’ve done it myself.” Darren retorted.
Sylvin glanced at him for a fleeting moment, but looked back at the target, who was briefly stunned. Taking the opitunity, he fired several shots at him, before pistol whipping him.
The worker recovered and struck the skeleton warrior in the leg, causing him to buckle, but was returned to a jab in the face, knocking him back several meters away.
Faint cheering was heard.
Tort dusted off his veil and re-adjusted his com. He watched on his knees as he watched their battle.
“Hmph, he fights well.” He smirked as he watched the two trading blows.
“Come at me, punk!” was the devilite’s reply as he walked over to the dead body, and removed his lamp, brandishing it like a broadsword.
“Why?” was Slyvin’s only reply.
“WHY!? What else? The scum who rule and live here are corrupt!”
The two ran and clashed blades, the sloppiness of the insane office employee was on par with Slyvin’s trained and honed skills.
Pew! Pew!
The colour drained from the devilite’s legs as he fell like a tree, slumped on the ground.
The other combatant took no chances and cuffed him. Tort got up and holstered his gun.
“You’re welcome.”
“Just help him.” Sylvin muttered.
“Damn guy, lost all his sanity.”
“The voices.… they hurt…” he groaned. “THEY HURT!” he started convulsing, his eyes becoming more dilated, his rage burning stronger.
“Oh Vog! Hold him do-“ he could manage to say as the devilite broke out of his bonds, with Sylvin in tow.
“Wait!” Tort screeched as he entered the bloddy mist……
*
It has been 5 minutes since the clerk escaped, as the fog got thicker and darker, like congealed blood, he wondered where he the two were.
BANG!
The sound ricocheted off the air, allowing Tort the location.
“Sylvin?” he stopped as he saw the carnage.
Slyvin had his blaster pointed at thi Devilite’s head, a gaping hole where the plasma orb entered. The devilite also had its “neck” area torn open.
“What the hell!?”
“There was no other choice.” Slyvin seemed quiet and reserved about it.
“WE COULD’VE SAVED HIM.”
“It was too late. He was ripping his throat out by the time I found him.”
“……” Tort just decided to walk back on the main road and continue from there.
*
Music vibrated and reverbed like a dance of sound waves as the Knights reached the Club. Neon lights glowed in the fog, the words saying:
Club Dynamo
“Time to get this stupid thing over with.” Tort uttered, still shocked by the events that transpired.
The two were greeted by a blast of hot air as they entered the crowded dance hall. Creatures in the clockworks were grinding and such.
“We ask people and build up our profile of the uses.” Slyvin said to an already fleeting Darren, who was asking people.
They continued at it for over an hour, yet could only find the same old info.
“Some weird drug.”
“Best high ever.”
“Dangerous stuff. Dunno who sells it.”
The two regrouped, Tort’s face was droopy and tired.
“Same old, same old. What the heck are we going to do?”
Sylvin glanced at a red door, with the words in thick black:
STAFF ONLY
“Sneaky boy, eh?” Tort caught on fast.
“Yes. You coming?”
“I think I’ll just stay here.”
“This is the mission, why would you stay here?”
“Look, I’m not going to alert our position for what seems to be a back room. Considering that you shot a man who is a suspect, I can’t risk it. If anyone asks, I am NOT with you.”
“Fine.”
Slyvin walked over to the door and inspected the lock. It seemed to be a basic one, and Slyvin pulled out a horn from his helm, using it as a hairpin. Within second the lock fell, and Slyvin slipped in unnoticed.
Tort Slumped onto the seat and looked idly. He noticed a Gremlin half asleap, calm yet his eyes were wide and bloodshot, similar to that Devilite.
He looked at him, and prodded him slightly, waking him.
“Man, 5 hours….. 45………….”
“What do you mean?”
“Took…Killer………Dose……………” he barely managed to say.
“Killer Dose?” Tort’s eyes light up brighter than usual, and he shook the man more vigorously.
“Wha-“
“WHT DO YOU MEAN?”
“ahhh-. Damn man, my head hurts like hell. Stupid voices….” He looked up at the knight.
“Oh…. Man, that dose I took was heavy! Usually it makes them go mad in an hour, but man, I was working a late night…..”
“Thanks…..”
Tort grinned ecstatically. Least it was something.

Sun, 03/03/2013 - 10:48
#11
Shotjeer's picture
Shotjeer
good

kewl

Sat, 03/23/2013 - 05:32
#12
Tohru-Adachi's picture
Tohru-Adachi
BUMP.

This guy bumped his thing.

Who wants to talk about MURDERS?

Sat, 03/23/2013 - 07:03
#13
Cobalterian's picture
Cobalterian
So..

So the white powder are like drugs, and they make you crazy and kill people.

Sat, 03/23/2013 - 08:20
#14
Tohru-Adachi's picture
Tohru-Adachi
Yes.

Hence the amount of Narcrotic references.

Like how horror games are played for the fear and thrills, these make you hallucinate for the thrills.

Now, who wants to talk about MURDERS?

You know, that devilite is going t-

*Gets Dynamic Entry'd by Dojima*

Sat, 03/23/2013 - 08:21
#15
Tohru-Adachi's picture
Tohru-Adachi
It's bluish-Purple BTW.

...

Thu, 03/28/2013 - 22:44
#16
Softhead's picture
Softhead
..

My short fic will be finished before/on april fools.

Thanks for who ever kept on reading it.
Sorry for the wait.

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