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Post by BarnCatDrgN on Nov 16, 2007 21:09:22 GMT -7
{Sung to the tune of Pink's U And Ur Hand: Im N ur Limboz Choozin up ur Undedz!} Boom shokka boom shokka hah hah yeah yeah blablah. Left a chat fulla weird hates, PO'd gear to my clanmates, I can tell that I'm going down, tonight! You can set up your weak ass town traps, I can write up my weak white boy raps, just me let go undead tonight, alright? I've been watched by Chaos progress, you don't really wanna beg gpots tonight, just stop and view users, I was alive before I killed myself just now, and you know that's it's over, cause I'm undead, I'm not here to make you gpots, I just went undead tonight. Ha ha ooh yeah break it down whoops not yet lol. Headin out after mailing and I'm runnin buck, wanna kill me for my gear then you're outta luck, cause right now I'm all bout death, swamp south. I maged myself icestorm a few fire balls, made some RL phone calls, that's when Skeleton Warrior put his blades to me. Fountain chatroom 7 chatters down to have fun, pick a girl try to cyber but you get none, she didn't log on just for you to see, that chr's really a He. Yeah. Yeah I know who you are, cast twist on myself, one hp left, magic blade between my eyes, but your devouring someone else's corpse aint ya. Cause I'm not here for your entertainment, nobody wants to laugh no more anyway, just stop and review the Shadeboard, it's the drama and trolling that rules the day, cause you know why I aint there, cause that ߪþ began, but here I am now as an undead, so my humor's deadpan. Yeah. {Well ok I tried, but damnit it is one hot song, and even better video! HrRrOoWwR!}
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Post by BarnCatDrgN on Dec 19, 2007 17:40:12 GMT -7
"I see far, I see to the end, I will have the meatball swiss parmesan subsandwiches when you are dust moldering in the ground." Rowan looked around fearfully, the smell of musty cat fur flooding the room. "Lasher?!" The air chilled and filled with laughing. "Oh not, not he. Me!" Rowan sank down in her chair frightened, oh gods she wished Micheal was here, he'd know what to do. Aaron Lightner maybe, even the far preferable company of Lasher. "They can't help you here dear. You see I've been Undead for So long now, and as soon as I have enough gold saved up for a Staff, I will walk amongst you all in the world of the living! I'm impatient for the Magic. I don't hunt enough to make Lich before Shade2. As for Chaos..." The air rippled with misty coldness and cigar smoke that smelled like Swisher Menthols actually. "...He recruits the weak, the unstable, the unworthy of his power and I shall be that test. I will stride like a black cat across their path but they determine their luck and they alone. In older times I was known as a Slayer, not a Lasher. It was I who saw the Portals open, it was I who saw the emergence of Night for true, and the beasts it spawned through it's nocturnal transmutation of their very cells." Rowan leaned forward and could almost see the armored outline standing in front of the fridge looking for somethign to snack on. "What are we to call you? You vagrant fragrant spirit of this 1st St Garden District of Byrendell type Haunt?" "You will know who when you know who, not guess who, but like really really know who!" The air ripped like breaking wind, a stench like litter and farts filled the room, brightening the fireplace and fogging the windows, Rowan felt something cold on her neck, it was a Copper necklace with a Tiger's Eye Opal on it! On the back it read, and she screamed "BarnCat" and screamed, with laughter. "I will be Mortal when the Word was made Flesh, 7 Shrines and 1 Doorway, Chaos is that doorway." Rowan was still laughing, wiping her face "Haaahaha then whyever did you come here to me instead?" A paws... pause. "Cause you're way cuter and you got the brewskies!" Rowan stretched out in the couch yielding "Oh Barn, take me you wild spectral chaotic beast..," A Shadow stood over her, darkening her view and breathing hotly on her face. "Hrrrmmm, I'm not that into Blondies, babe, but if ya got a paper bag handy?"
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Post by BarnCatDrgN on Dec 21, 2007 18:46:33 GMT -7
The boy loaded in an audio tape and lit a cigarette. "You mind uh if I smoke? I should have asked first." The figure at the window purred out a chuckle and lit a cigar. "WHat do you think?" The boy nodded and sat down. "It's kinda dark up here, mind if I-" The lights came on quickly but Barnat tripped over the chair leg on his rapid wa back and slid along the floor coming to rest on his side against the wall. "WHU HOW? How did you do that? That fast?" BarnCat stood up slowly wincing, "Nothing much different than how you'd do, a few button presses, move, direction, and walk or run, only much faster." {Without tripping on the damn chairleg} "Yes indeedy, that too." The boy TornCat sat down shakily, nervous and trying to supress laughter. BarnCat strode over to he table, picking his cigar up off a darkening black char in the rug, puffing, grimacing at the faint burnt rug smell of that inhalation and began, "And how shall I begin, I haven't been Mortal for what a few weeks now, but how shall I begin, like Warhol and splash paint all over this monitor so everyone else but me can read the screen? Or I was mortal undead mortal undead mortal undead, but times were different way way back I was a newbie then, owner of nothing, knowing very little. I guess you could say it begane with Create, then I rolled for stats."
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Post by BarnCatDrgN on Dec 21, 2007 19:00:50 GMT -7
Hello Lunchmeats, by now you know me, or you should. If you don't what rock have you been living under? I Am The Undead BarnCat! There I said it. Yes that's me, still striding the paths and forests aristocratically in my not-as-good-as-yours armor and weaponry, but enjoying it just the same. You all bought the book and skimmed it or sipped to the end of it and are now bored. I'm still on chapter 13. I'm not bored yet. There are still things t check out, take two steps back and relax at, to see if I can see anything differently yet, or humor our Cosmic patrons by appearing as much as possible to really be doing so, much the same as I suspect many of you are also doing similarly in concurring manner thereof. Before we get to the rest of this mad unscripted story let's us place us firmly within our modern times. Alot of unrest, discontent, anger, bitterness, high emotion, and alot of is he talking about me, did she just make a wisecrack at me, think what you will if you suck you will be spoken of how much exactly you suck, stop being so sucky and move on lol. There comes a time in every Shade Character's life, when the thought of eternity becomes UnBrKabL, or unbearable lol. And you begin to seek out reasons to stay, or reasons to go, and making either or both as convincing to yourself or others as possible. It was years I laid in my Shade vault, not seeing much else to do, nowhere else to go, when a delightful cacaphony and symphony of cellphony erupted nearby that sounded like music! Turned out it were Mech and Bots, battling in my own stomping grounds! I would make myself known to them, and they would then come to know me as a New God, and we would give the world a new mythology, and it started with but a few words spoken boldly, No not "I AM the Undead BarnCat." but it's reply of "So What?"
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Post by BarnCatDrgN on Dec 26, 2007 17:15:36 GMT -7
"It's working, I can feel it! My Body. It's Changing, Growing, I'm breathing again! Farting! Burping! Smelling bad! It's Happening. I Live! I LIIIVVE!" On a latticework of solid blue energy BarnCat's body tensed, back arched, face snarling in a kind of release of wild triumph. He then leapt off the table and faced Chaos. "Dark Lord Chaos! You. Are. FIRED! Hahahahaaa!" Chaos smirked, it wouldn't be the first time this feral freak had spurned his offer. They come back, they always come back. "Ah so you function once again, and a Mortal as well see, yes. Very well, 'Cat. Your mortal self, fatiguable and slow, is your's again, but know this, you honour me anyway. Your honour is your loyalty, your loyalty is to your friends, your friends are loyal to me, thus YOU are loyal to me." BarnCat chuffed, chuckled and brushed past Chaos arrogantly as ever. "Whatever, dork lord. I shall show them another way, a better way, and we'll wean you off the milk of our labours! We will be doing for US now! NOT for You! You've been negligent, a poor leader, an absent guide. Leaving us lost to the very concept of chaos itself to shape and hone the mettle of our being. You're too late to come back now and reclaim the throne, fool. We've become so much more than those you can weld and forge as you do your armors, as you do your armies." Chaos did affect an air of pause. He was being stood up to by an individual on the field of philosophy. And where minds met it was a more even playing field, A Mind like BarnCat's was both easily read and unfathomable. He was now outside testfiring his regained magickal ability, fireballs at rats, ice storming snakes with the enthusiasm of a kit with a slingshot. Chaos mused, the main of his forces have departed for brighter shores, but maybe it was time for a new direction. BarnCat had vision, leverage in the intangible shadows like a fish in water, and a mindset that adapted to the times Chaos had been out of touch with in his deep distant plannings. "Let the cards fall how they may then, rebel, but my plans for you don't end with your refusal to acknowledge them, or me. You're still a pawn on my playing board and the game hasn't ended yet. But if you continue to storm about, to play the gambit you will be put in check by a bishop, you rogue. And then we'll see who dangles from the hook, my little nightcrawler." BarnCat poked his head back indoors, mana depleted for now, "You about done monologuing? Ya know talking to yourself is not a good sign of the old condition upstairs. Believe me I know, you do? Oh yes I do, are ya sure? Absolutely sure."
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