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  1. I wish I had a throne of skulls.

    Hello people of Iwaku. I'm Khang, but you can call me Khang.

    I was a Iwakuan maybe two years ago? Too much Monster: Assault has addled my brain. I was so young, I couldn't even spell "precocious" yet. I left because I couldn't be mature and of course, with the attention span of a youngling, I got sick of my minuscule posts next to Asmo's epic sagas.

    About me:

    My name is Jake. I'm a sci-fi fan pretty much. Dune, The Founding, and of course, the effevescent universe of Warhammer 40k. A gamer at heart, spent most of my younger days with my nose in a book, or my eyes dribbling down my face after a entire day of WoW. I wrote a little here and a little there, mostly combat, because that's what I thought was cool, the exercising of skills in glorious combat. I sucked at it of course, my only advantage being an advanced vocabulary gained from a childhood spent besides the Space Marines battling the xenos on some Emperor-forsaken planet, or staring blankly at my shriveling soul after finishing "Misery" by Stephen King.

    I absolutely HATED being normal. Not in the stereotypical "You guys are all conformist. *flicks hair from eyes*" way. More like a total ham. I spent the whole second grade imitating a turkey. I spiked my hair in one giant horn with massive amounts of gel. I phrased things like Yoda on PCP. I would sit and purposefully stare at a blank piece of paper for as long as I could stand it. I'm a little more mature now, hopefully.

    Music. I'm a metalhead and I must declare it. I started listening to 80's hair metal because my Dad had a whole collection and took a liking to it. It held a small space on my laptop until I played Brutal Legend. My Music folder is now 15 GB of pretty much only metal. From black metal from the darkest depths of Finland to Motley Crue. The only non-rock music on my iTouch is Weird Al.

    Anyway, that concludes my wavering half-baked bio.

    tl;dr: Hi, my name's Khang, nice to see/meet you again/all. Sci-fi, metalhead.

    Look forward to groveling at Asmo's feet again, and spinning epic tales with some of you.
     
  2. Hello Mister New Old Guy! :D Don't you worry a thing about Asmo. *Leans in and whispers.* I'm way more awesome than he is, and I don't write such big posts!.

    I like being normal! ...But no one seems to agree with me. c_c Say I'm weird or something. You just don't listen to them. I am sweet, friendly, and perfect in every way.
     
  3. HI MISTER!
     
  4. FEBRUARY 9, 2017
    FACTORY STRONGHOLD
    BOSTON, MA

    Crossfire stepped lightly on the top of the crane that would be his vantage point for the battle. Soft-soled shoes meant he made no footsteps, and as he slipped between the tresses of the crane he took position. He did a quick head count as men came and went. They looked like hired guns, just like in Pattaya. Two coming and going at each entrance and one at each easily reached vantage point. It sort of explained why no one had spotted him; he had to climb down from the roof to get where he was. His special eyes spotted a number of things set at a table that did not belong in an automotive factory: surgical equipment. Was Lorentz planning on carrying on his operation so soon? Starting immediately after an attempted bust didn't seem like him. He spotted the tail end of Sam as he ducked into the door leading to the basement, the door being closed silently.

    A much louder door announced the arrival of their quarry. Lorentz came walking in with a confident swagger. But his clothes were filthy. His jacket was covered in dust and he appeared to be nursing a bloody nose. Maybe another deal went south. That notion was immediately terminated when three bodies floated in behind him. Three women wrapped in wiring were brought in with him. And behind them - Crossfire lowered his gun. He'd seen some horrible monsters during his time in Hushcobb, but these were...wrong. They neared seven feet tall by his guess, and were either covered in blood or made of blood. It was like two humans were torn apart from the inside, and still somehow walking around. Bloody bone fragments stuck out from their arms and backs like spikes. They didn't have what he'd call faces, more just cavernous maws of teeth. They walked hunched, their long claws occasionally dragging across the concrete floor and scratching it up.

    "Jade are you seeing this?" he whispered.

    "Y-Yeah. What are they? Hushcobb have experience with them?" Came the reply.

    "Never seen anything like this," he replied. "And there's civilians too."

    "Shit. Things just got complicated..." Jade was silent for a while. Then, "Stick to the plan. Pick off those above. I'll get the civilians out of here. We pave the way to isolate Lorentz."

    "And those things?"

    Another, longer silence. Long enough that Crossfire was starting to consider prodding Jade when she said, "I have a contingency plan. My belt has a ring of bombs. I was going to wrap it around Lorentz if it came to that, but they might be useful on our new friends."

    "How powerful are these bombs?" he asked.

    "Individually, we're talking equivalent to a quarter pound of C4. Not very strong. But I have six."

    "They look strong. Using them all might kill one," Crossfire replied. It didn't make sense. These monsters were clearly beyond Lorentz's personal strength, and completely outside his power set. Clearly someone was providing him muscle. But who?

    He was interrupted by Lorentz standing at the surgical table, talking to one of the monsters. At his bidding, it went to the basement door and skulked down the stairwell. Sam! He couldn't alert him as Lorentz's three captives were beginning to wake up. Raven awoke with a start, Erika woke asking if they could do that again, and Natalia just sort of opened her eyes and sat there. Raven noticed something about her Lorentz wouldn't, though: her eyes looked much more focused.

    "So...you're all awake," he said as he picked up first one tool of the trade and then another, as if deciding which to use. "I was fascinated by the idea of one girl being powerful enough to earn this kind of attention. I'm so used to women being cattle. At least, until I make them killers. But here I've got three. Three very impressive girls." He clicked a pair of forceps together. "But only one gets the prize. How to go about this? How to know who?"

    He turned to look at the women, grinning like a shark that's spotted a bare bottom. "Which one of you is Natalia Elmore?"

    "That's a good question," Natalia muttered.

    "Is it you, Poppet?" he asked, turning the scalpel in his hand. She didn't acknowledge him, whether because she was ignoring him or because she simply checked out was hard to say for certain.

    "It's me!" Raven told him. "You want me! Just...let them go."

    Lorentz grinned and kneeled down in front of her, his scalpel pressed against her cheek. She winced as he slowly, deliberately, drew a line. "Love, did you really think it'd be that easy? I've dealt with hero types before. It's a noble effort. But no one who demands that - " he pointed at the remaining mass of living gore " - be brought into existence on their behalf is going to cruise around Boston in a Supercar. But you know who, don't you?" He lifted the scalpel then placed it on her cheek again an inch below the original cut and repeated, just as slowly. "Such a pretty face. Do you really want to lose it on behalf of someone else? Look at them. They don't care."

    Natalia glared at Lorentz and turned her head in his direction.

    Then everything went black.
     
  5. Hi! Someone just <S>harrassed me to welcome you</S> informed me of your introduction so I thought I'd come and say hello and welcome you to the insanity that is Iwaku!

    I'm Sunrise aka Dawn aka DamnFace aka That One Creepy Girl That's Obsessed With Pretty Men. Take your pick o_o

    I mostly hang out on the chat and sometimes post in the General Discussion section but other than that, I'm far too afraid of the people here to attempt to roleplay. So, sorry I won't be offering myself up as an RP partner but I'm always willing to chat it up with you in the cbox ^^

    See ya there~
     
  6. Hah, alright. I'll do that. I'll take Dawn. Least amount of letters. >:D

    I'm also scared of posting, but I'm going to try and launch myself. I make a better comic relief than a serious roleplayer. I played a bard/mage named Lyran who's strongest offensive spell was "Home-Baked Castration" in my last roleplaying 'bout, on Eternal Realms
     
  7. KHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANG!!!

    You had to know that was coming...

    By the way, are you interested in dice based RPGs?
     
  8. Ohhh yeah. Definitely. The problem being that I NEVER hit ANYTHING. XD But yeah, if you have any ideas/RP's going right now, I'd be happy to join you.
     
  9. *A red dot appears on Mabu's chest. Thunder bellows out in the distance. A minute later Mabu is blown up by a salvo of 155mm Point Det HE rounds.*

    And don't you forget it.
     
  10. *wipes a bit of gore from his shirt*
     
  11. -pokes her head into the thread- welcome back.
     
  12. Thanks. :D
     
  13. Haha Khang welcome back and I suppose I don't need to issue my warning as you have already discovered the insane Cbox. Enjoy your time here!
     
  14. I will. Already have/am/er.... *facepalm*
     
  15. *reforms from shadows...* Anyways...I used to have that problem too. Once, my Dm had me reroll my first miss, followed by a succession of 2s and 3s. After the fifth miss, he said "DAMNIT CHAZ! YOU HIT ALREADY!" But once i started playing on here, I seem to roll quite a few natural 20's, much to Asmo's chagrin. Anywho, we have several DnD games going on. There is a Magic Academy type one starting up as we speak, as well as an Oriental Adventures that has been underway for a few weeks, and another DnD campaign run by Asmo, which has proven to be a raging success, despite the lack of barbarians. Also, shortly, a World of Darkness campaign will hopefully be up and running, as well as a Naruto d20 campaign that I myself will be running. If you have further questions, feel free to ask Asmo, Frost the Rules Guru, or myself.
     
  16. No barbarians, eh? I may have to fill that gap. I'm generally mroe of a Nekros Dreadcollar, but I can pull of a Bjorn or Ajax. :D See you around then.
     
  17. Yep. Just remember: Don't shoot the Rogue.
     
  18. WELCOME BACK :)
    Glad you've returned :P
    Lemme know if you need anything ;)
     
  19. Seems I never did give you a proper greeting. Hello thar and welcome to the iwaku. I'm writer for the Newsletter Pirogeth. Anything I find to be a juicy morsal to put in the letter I shall. Oh and Sakura helps out a lot as well. The General Section is hers and is lovingly named Sakura's Lounge. Other participants in the letter show up from time to time and if you have an idea pm me.

    See you around.

    Writing in the Moonlight,

    ~Pirogeth