Upgrade your account to a Community Supporter account and remove most of the site ads.

Reply to thread

Message: <blockquote data-quote="megamania" data-source="post: 1134108" data-attributes="member: 9255">STRIKEFORCE: MORITURISEGMENT 009“Evil”The three men were all in a thick cold sweat.  Their eyes were dark and the pupils dilated to near impossible limits.  Their hands shook visibly and they nearly dirtied themselves when the tall gaunt Templar called to them.They had to report to the Maestro…the Brute Master.The room was dark.  It was lit by small pin-lights similar to candles.  The men knew he was here with them.  They could feel his eyes on them.In a dark and deep growl they each heard-  “Report.”Lee stepped forward on unsteady legs.   “The..The beasts of Malar are dead.”  His Adam apple nearly breaks trying to swallow within his tight body armor.“Really…?”A large wall of darkness moves within a corner.  “I had ordered the three of you to hunt down and kill them.  And so they are dead.  Why does this surprise me?”Suddenly the large 10ft by 8 ft frame of the Brute Master rushes up to them.  The three men collapse to the door.  The Master leans heavily over them.  His green is a sickly green with warts and thick veins stretched over impossibly large muscles.  “I commanded you to kill them for only one reason and one only-  To feed my pets!  YOU LACK THE SKILLS, THE ABILITY, AND THE LUCK TO KILL THEM!  DO YOU TRY TO LIE TO ME!!!!!”   He roars into them.  He reaches down to Lee and with only the movement of his wrist, he backhands the scout leader.  It is done hard enough that several pieces of him strike the far wall.  “WELL?”Kirby, damp and soiled, stutters a reply.  “We…wwwe found them …found them that way.”The Brute Master stops..turns his head as if to hear him better.  “You found my favorite pets dead?”   NARRRAGH!   He screams then grabs Kirby by his head.   With his free hand he grabs the legs and gives a tug.  The head separates from the body easily and will a splash of crimson.  The Brute Master spits down into the torn neck causing a violent splatter and bulge to reach the deadman’s stomach.  He then forces the head (upside down) back onto and into the body.  Anger abated, he merely lets it go.David remains.  He is covered in blood and spittle. “FIND OUT WHO KILLED MY FAVORITE PETS OR I WILL NOT GO AS EASY ON YOU AS I DID THE FIRST TWO!!!!!!!!”The Templar walks in, leaving the door open.  David is shoved through by the sheer vocal force of a great “OUT!” given by the Maestro.  A great evil grin can be seen on his face as the door recloses.“That makes the thirteenth guard of this week sire” Says calmly the Templar.“Hee hee…slow week” sneers Maestro.  “If what they say is true, the new wave of heroes are here.  See to it that I am informed immediately of any further incidents.  I so hate heroic surprises.”“Anything else Sire?”“Hmmm.  I need some stress release.  Give me some entertainment.”“Will it be one girl or two this afternoon?”“All.   I can start again tomorrow.”  With that said, he turns and lumbers to his inner sanction.The templar waits a moment.  A hint of a cruel smile appears on his face.  He loves his job.</blockquote>

Verification