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<blockquote data-quote="talien" data-source="post: 4879018" data-attributes="member: 3285"><p><strong>Evil Stars: Part 8 – Between a Place and a Hard Rock</strong></p><p></p><p>Jim-Bean grabbed one of the blue polo-shirted employees fleeing from the store as the THING that was Billy strode towards them, fanged maw chattering madly. The employee’s badge read: HI THERE, I’M BOBBY!</p><p></p><p>“You, Bobby!” shouted Jim-Bean. “You know how to work a computer?”</p><p></p><p>Bobby swallowed. “Uh…yes sir?”</p><p></p><p>Jim-Bean waved his badge at the teenager. “I’m a federal agent and I need your help, right now!”</p><p></p><p>The word “now” was drowned out by the smash of Billy striding right through the glass doors, its spiked fists easily shattering the glass. </p><p></p><p>“Go to the back office,” commanded Jim-Bean. He shoved Star after Bobby. “Both of you.”</p><p></p><p>Hammer and Archive engaged the thing as Bobby ran to the back office. Jim-Bean jogged over to the music aisle and flipped through the “G” section of the CDs.</p><p></p><p>After a few seconds and more screams from the fleeing patrons, Jim-Bean found the most recent God’s Lost Children album. He ran over to the back office.</p><p></p><p>Jim-Bean handed the CD to Bobby. “I need you to play this backwards over the audio system.”</p><p></p><p>“W-what?” stuttered Bobby, who was torn between staring at the faceless thing swinging clumsily at Hammer and the pistol dangling from Jim-Bean’s shoulder holster. “That’s not simple.”</p><p></p><p>Jim-Bean drew his pistol. “Then you’d better get working on it now, huh?”</p><p></p><p>There was a shout and Hammer was slammed backwards, hurtling through a pile of display boxes. He didn’t get back up.</p><p></p><p>“Archive!” shouted Jim-Bean. “Bring him over to the stereo systems!”</p><p></p><p>Archive nodded, firing his Glock from behind a huge television set. Billy sniffed the air, tracking him.</p><p></p><p>“And just so you two don’t move…” Jim-Bean drew a pair of handcuffs and snapped it around Star and Bobby’s arms. </p><p></p><p>“What the hell did you do that for?” shrieked Star, snapping out of her terror. Bobby typed ferociously, sweat beading his brow. </p><p></p><p>“Looks like I’m up." Ignoring her, Jim-Bean cleared the counter. </p><p></p><p>Archive went sailing in a bloody arc, his blood spattering as the Bobby-Thing ripped a strip of flesh from his arm. He skidded in a bloody smear on the floor near the entrance.</p><p></p><p>Jim-Bean fired several shots into it. The bullets penetrated and blood spurted from the wounds, but Billy didn’t seem to care. </p><p></p><p>One of God’s Lost Children’s songs wailed over the speakers. </p><p></p><p>“Reverse it!” shouted Jim-Bean.</p><p></p><p>There was a pause, and then the song switched to an unintelligible warped rendition that strangely sounded like chanting. </p><p></p><p>The effect was instantaneous. Billy’s skin and flesh bubbled and festered into pustulant blobs</p><p></p><p>The Billy-Thing barreled down on Jim-Bean like an enraged rhinoceros. Jim-Bean held his ground…</p><p></p><p>It ran right past him. Jim-Bean kept firing as it passed, plugging it full of bullets. His Glock clicked.</p><p></p><p>Jim-Bean swore and reloaded. </p><p></p><p>The Billy-Thing smashed right through the counter and stood, heaving with barely contained rage, over the paralyzed Star and Bobby. It lifted up one arm…</p><p></p><p>Jim-Bean emptied his Glock into its back. It didn’t even notice. </p><p></p><p>The spiked fist came down, bursting Bobby’s upper torso like a wet melon. Star screamed and scrambled away, Bobby’s arm still attached to her by the handcuff.</p><p></p><p>Jim-Bean reloaded. The thing ignored him. It was after Star.</p><p></p><p>Star ran past him, screaming. Billy was in fast pursuit behind her.</p><p></p><p>Jim-Bean leaped up and over Billy with ease, using his telekinesis in the same way Valiant had. He landed on a display case full of Playstation 3 games. </p><p></p><p>Still the music played. The Billy-Thing roared, even as its skin popped and bubbled like a poodle in a microwave. It picked up a television between its spiked fists and hurled it at Jim-Bean.</p><p> </p><p>Jim-Bean hopped to a huge speaker a few feet away, just in time. The display he was standing on exploded in a shower of broken screen and exposed wires.</p><p> </p><p>He reached into his satchel and fished out a block of C4. The quick-time detonators he had retrieved from the Green Box were about to prove their worth.</p><p> </p><p>The Billy-Thing bellowed in frustration and pounded towards Jim-Bean. He threw one of the sticky blocks at it, telekinetically guiding it right into the thing's gnashing maw. </p><p> </p><p>The explosion was spectacular, spewing what was left of Billy's head over electronics. Even then the body merely staggered, taking two more shuddering steps forward. Then, slowly, after one, two steps, it fell backward, collapsing first to its knees and then to the ground.</p><p> </p><p>And still the weird, warping music of God's Lost Children played backwards, set in an endless loop by the late Bobby. Jim-Bean kicked off the speaker, causing it to topple onto Billy's slowly pooling mass of flesh. It further spattered what was left of the biker.</p><p> </p><p>Star screamed.</p><p> </p><p>Oh right. The girl. Jim-Bean sighed. </p><p> </p><p>"That tattoo!" shouted Star, pointing at the yellow triskelion on Billy's naked thigh, just visible beyond the edge of the speaker. "I HAVE THAT TATTOO!"</p><p> </p><p>It was clear that she was present when Billy made the Unspeakable Oath. It was also clear what would happen next.</p><p> </p><p>"Come here, Star," said Jim-Bean, facing away from her as he loaded his Glock. "I need to show you something."</p><p> </p><p>"I made the same oath!" wailed Star. "I made the same oath!"</p><p> </p><p>"I know," said Jim-Bean. Star was hysterical. She wouldn't go down easily. Jim-Bean whirled with his pistol out--</p><p> </p><p>A single shot rang out. Star’s dropped the small snub-nosed pistol in her hand, still smoking from the fatal gunshot she delivered to her forehead. She slumped over in a pool of blood and brains.</p><p> </p><p>Jim-Bean lowered his pistol and shook his head. </p><p> </p><p>By the time the ambulance and police arrived, there was nothing left of Billy but an odd stain on the floor of the Best Buy.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="talien, post: 4879018, member: 3285"] [b]Evil Stars: Part 8 – Between a Place and a Hard Rock[/b] Jim-Bean grabbed one of the blue polo-shirted employees fleeing from the store as the THING that was Billy strode towards them, fanged maw chattering madly. The employee’s badge read: HI THERE, I’M BOBBY! “You, Bobby!” shouted Jim-Bean. “You know how to work a computer?” Bobby swallowed. “Uh…yes sir?” Jim-Bean waved his badge at the teenager. “I’m a federal agent and I need your help, right now!” The word “now” was drowned out by the smash of Billy striding right through the glass doors, its spiked fists easily shattering the glass. “Go to the back office,” commanded Jim-Bean. He shoved Star after Bobby. “Both of you.” Hammer and Archive engaged the thing as Bobby ran to the back office. Jim-Bean jogged over to the music aisle and flipped through the “G” section of the CDs. After a few seconds and more screams from the fleeing patrons, Jim-Bean found the most recent God’s Lost Children album. He ran over to the back office. Jim-Bean handed the CD to Bobby. “I need you to play this backwards over the audio system.” “W-what?” stuttered Bobby, who was torn between staring at the faceless thing swinging clumsily at Hammer and the pistol dangling from Jim-Bean’s shoulder holster. “That’s not simple.” Jim-Bean drew his pistol. “Then you’d better get working on it now, huh?” There was a shout and Hammer was slammed backwards, hurtling through a pile of display boxes. He didn’t get back up. “Archive!” shouted Jim-Bean. “Bring him over to the stereo systems!” Archive nodded, firing his Glock from behind a huge television set. Billy sniffed the air, tracking him. “And just so you two don’t move…” Jim-Bean drew a pair of handcuffs and snapped it around Star and Bobby’s arms. “What the hell did you do that for?” shrieked Star, snapping out of her terror. Bobby typed ferociously, sweat beading his brow. “Looks like I’m up." Ignoring her, Jim-Bean cleared the counter. Archive went sailing in a bloody arc, his blood spattering as the Bobby-Thing ripped a strip of flesh from his arm. He skidded in a bloody smear on the floor near the entrance. Jim-Bean fired several shots into it. The bullets penetrated and blood spurted from the wounds, but Billy didn’t seem to care. One of God’s Lost Children’s songs wailed over the speakers. “Reverse it!” shouted Jim-Bean. There was a pause, and then the song switched to an unintelligible warped rendition that strangely sounded like chanting. The effect was instantaneous. Billy’s skin and flesh bubbled and festered into pustulant blobs The Billy-Thing barreled down on Jim-Bean like an enraged rhinoceros. Jim-Bean held his ground… It ran right past him. Jim-Bean kept firing as it passed, plugging it full of bullets. His Glock clicked. Jim-Bean swore and reloaded. The Billy-Thing smashed right through the counter and stood, heaving with barely contained rage, over the paralyzed Star and Bobby. It lifted up one arm… Jim-Bean emptied his Glock into its back. It didn’t even notice. The spiked fist came down, bursting Bobby’s upper torso like a wet melon. Star screamed and scrambled away, Bobby’s arm still attached to her by the handcuff. Jim-Bean reloaded. The thing ignored him. It was after Star. Star ran past him, screaming. Billy was in fast pursuit behind her. Jim-Bean leaped up and over Billy with ease, using his telekinesis in the same way Valiant had. He landed on a display case full of Playstation 3 games. Still the music played. The Billy-Thing roared, even as its skin popped and bubbled like a poodle in a microwave. It picked up a television between its spiked fists and hurled it at Jim-Bean. Jim-Bean hopped to a huge speaker a few feet away, just in time. The display he was standing on exploded in a shower of broken screen and exposed wires. He reached into his satchel and fished out a block of C4. The quick-time detonators he had retrieved from the Green Box were about to prove their worth. The Billy-Thing bellowed in frustration and pounded towards Jim-Bean. He threw one of the sticky blocks at it, telekinetically guiding it right into the thing's gnashing maw. The explosion was spectacular, spewing what was left of Billy's head over electronics. Even then the body merely staggered, taking two more shuddering steps forward. Then, slowly, after one, two steps, it fell backward, collapsing first to its knees and then to the ground. And still the weird, warping music of God's Lost Children played backwards, set in an endless loop by the late Bobby. Jim-Bean kicked off the speaker, causing it to topple onto Billy's slowly pooling mass of flesh. It further spattered what was left of the biker. Star screamed. Oh right. The girl. Jim-Bean sighed. "That tattoo!" shouted Star, pointing at the yellow triskelion on Billy's naked thigh, just visible beyond the edge of the speaker. "I HAVE THAT TATTOO!" It was clear that she was present when Billy made the Unspeakable Oath. It was also clear what would happen next. "Come here, Star," said Jim-Bean, facing away from her as he loaded his Glock. "I need to show you something." "I made the same oath!" wailed Star. "I made the same oath!" "I know," said Jim-Bean. Star was hysterical. She wouldn't go down easily. Jim-Bean whirled with his pistol out-- A single shot rang out. Star’s dropped the small snub-nosed pistol in her hand, still smoking from the fatal gunshot she delivered to her forehead. She slumped over in a pool of blood and brains. Jim-Bean lowered his pistol and shook his head. By the time the ambulance and police arrived, there was nothing left of Billy but an odd stain on the floor of the Best Buy. [/QUOTE]
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