That's horrifying, Cinoa!

Oh, on another note. I'm part of Ominous! This is my alt that I use to post on the forums.

Now, anyways, my story:

They called it Obsidian, though it was unlike any material they had encountered. Swirling dark, pitch black, it seemed to crackle and glow . . . almost as if it hungered for power. Fearless experimenters emerged with Obsidian Weapons, tools of a caliber told to be unlike any before seen in Cradle, blows raining down like so many drops of ice in a hailstorm, each a hammer-blow, nary a monster able to stand a few blows. What isn't told, though, is what happened while making these. Knights, brave enough to work with such an eldritch material, mysteriously vanished. The friendly smithy, residing in the Bazaar at Snipe Avenue, 117th. The stubborn new forger who wouldn't listen to the warnings. The Vog of a man, eyes ablaze everyday, snarling at those in his path. All gone. All erased from history as if they had never existed.

For the truth is, my dear comrades, is simply that this material is ALIVE. No one knows whence they came from, or how the Apocreans discovered them. But they know it is like a corruption, spreading like wildfire, darting back and forth between your minds, at first the weaker ones, then even the strongest succumb. Read this excerpt from a diary, whose source I shall not dare to say:

Marzol 12, Year of the Binder. Today the miners found a . . . bizarre is understating what it was. A pulsing purple material, which could not be shattered by any means. Barzol, the foreman, tossed a chunk into the furnace, and checked on it some time later, when the sky had gone dark. It was as if it had never been in the flame tongued lair in the first place. It's . . . transfixing, tossing reflections around the room. One cannot help but stare, engrossed by its occult - nay, too harsh - unusual qualities.

The rest of the text is blackened with ash, save for one final script:

Marzol 41, Year of the Binder. This corruption, it's spreading. Even the Reverents are unable to resist it. Our people are being mutated into a grotesque creation, and we can do absolutely nothing. Though we detect it in others, we cannot feel it in ourselves. The Sigil himself has fallen. The wards have shattered. It's spreading. I fear . . . I fear for our race's survival. If you recover this document, whomever you may be, I beg you to never touch th-

Afterwards, the page is blotted with a strange powder that glistens when moved. And finally, at the end of the passage:

ᖘᒪᙓᗩᔕᗴ ᖺᙓᒪᖰ ᗯᙓ ᗩᖇᗴ-

And thus, the history of our fear is revealed. Apocreans, at first innocents, just like us, taken over despite all their resistance. Some say that the Obsidian Weapons are the gates for occult fiendish creatures to bridge a gap into our plane of existence, warping reality itself. Naturally, they would be desperate to conceal their secret at any means, even stooping to assassinate those who know its secret, so that their corruption is all the mo-

Eh? What's that? There's a knock at the door. Excuse me, I must go and answer it.

In Malaysia, ever since the Penang Bridge is completed in 1985, many claimed to have seen ghosts of all types. The coast at the end of the bridge as well as the 'pillars' of the bridge is popular among anglers. In the early days, many anglers claimed to have caught a fish with tiny human heads. Some also claimed to have caught a human head on their fishing hook. Many drivers who used the bridge late at night also claimed to have seen ghosts without heads moving along at side of their car. A few others reported seeing a lady in white trying to catch a ride on the middle on the 13.5km bridge. There were many stories about what happened to those who stopped.
Nevertheless, all those were stories of the 80's. As the traffic volume on the bridge increased tremendously over the years, less and less of such ghosts sighting were reported. Perhaps the people scare the ghost away? I personally have not heard of any new ghost stories about the bridge for a long while until recently.
It was said that if you are driving on the bridge in the middle of the night, when there were not much traffic, you might come across a car that would overtake you at high speed. After overtaking you, it would slow down. If you then overtake the car, you would see a headless driver controlling it.
Another scary story was told to me by my aunt. It happened to a friend of her sister (not related to me). That person, a near-middle age woman, was driving on the bridge about a couple of years ago with her mother by her side. They were on their way home after having dinner at a relative's place.
That particular night did not seem to be any different from usual. They have been plying the bridge so often and nothing had ever happened. It was near midnight and there were still a lot of cars using the bridge. She was driving at a comfortable speed while keeping an occasional eye on the rear-view mirror as well as the speedometer. Everything seems perfect although they were a bit tired by then. Her mother did not talk much in the car, probably tired after a full day's outing.
Something very strange happened as she was approaching the middle of the bridge. Through the rear-view mirror, she saw her mother sitting at the car's back seat. That could not be possible since her mother was sitting on her side. She reckoned she was merely tired and was seeing things. The idea of a ghost never even crossed her mind. She took another look at her rear-view mirror and it was indeed her mother's reflection that was on the mirror.
Feeling curious, she turned to look at the mother. She saw her mother sitting by her side. However, her face was so pale as if she was very sick. Fearing the worse, she kept asking her mother if she was all right. There was no response from her mother. The old lady just kept quiet. She drove to the emergency stop at the side of the bridge wanting to do something to help her mother. At that moment, she had forgotten about the reflection she just saw. She thought her mother was sick and wanted to see if there's anything she could do there and then.
Once the car stopped, her mother suddenly opened the door and got out of the car. The lady got scared while wondering what was her mother up to. She quickly took off her seat belt but before she could get out of the car, her mother had jumped off the bridge. Her body was found drowned later. A police investigation reveals that the woman did not pushed her mother down the bridge and it was concluded as a suicide death.

Part of the story were just myth :P No real stuff happened like this.....I think (>~.~)>
ING : Fall-Hellscream

Hi! This looks fun, I'll try writing a story. :D

But the party is at 11 pm? Darn, could you have it at like 8 pm or at least earlier? My mom makes me go to sleep at 11. ;-; And, btw, events like these do take time. If you start at 11, you'll probably kick it off at 11:30. Possibly not, just my experience when there are a large amount of people in a gathering...lag. T_T

Errm...pst is how many hrs ahead,behind CA time?

@oneninenine wat time is it at ur area right now?It's10:40 here

Today?Tommorow?

I wanna dragon wing >.<
Is ur ingamename oneninenine?

It started? D:

Phew!errr...can u delay like 10 min?
Gotta eat my lunch and finish in 10 min now :P
Tytytyyttyytytytytyytytytytytytyytytyty,OMG I'm so excited!!!!

D: I got to the event but the delay made me play overtime and get in trouble....and all for the wings I didn't get! D:
/sad

I wanna scarf and side blade soooooooo badly D:
/cry
I never have enough money :(

Can I please have another chance to get some stuffs? :D

I died...the end