View previous topic :: View next topic |
Author |
Message |
CocoT

Joined: 14 Dec 2004 Posts: 599 Location: Belly-Gum
|
Posted: Mon Dec 18, 2006 11:38 am Post subject: A Christmas Quake1 Carpet Ride Thriller |
|
|
Note : Imagine some freaky music in the background. Can be Jacko's Thriller but does not need to...
---
It's almost midnight and three young kids are wandering alone in the town of Gamecity. Lightning struck the main power building and, for a while, all houses and shops are thrown into darkness. Looking for some thrills, the three innocent boys (who happen to be newbie coders, God bless them) enter an old, 10-year old building, whom everyone else in the city considers abandonned. It looks like an old pastry shop. A dirty, almost unreadable sign above the door reads "Cake World" in red letters, then a strange sign that looks like a roundish martini glass with an olive pick in the middle of it.
One of the three kids smash the door window and they all silently break in. What they find inside amazes them. Life-size statues of people, made in what appears to be white chocolate. Under these statues, weird names. JBallou. Akuma. FrikaC. Koolio. CocoT. Scar3crow. Gift-wrapped boxes (pralines, maybe?) with tags that read even weirder things, like "Jaws", "Bulldog Arena" or "Telejano"...
One of the kids suddenly turns around. He had fancied that one of those ridiculous chocolate statues had moved. After inspection, he confirms to his friends that "all those yummies" are "definitely not going anywhere".
However, exactly at midnight, the power comes back on and...
... |
|
Back to top |
|
 |
Dr. Shadowborg Inside3D Staff

Joined: 16 Oct 2004 Posts: 726
|
Posted: Mon Dec 18, 2006 7:48 pm Post subject: |
|
|
...Suddenly, a voice from behind them coming from the clerk's desk breaks the eerie silence, causing them to nearly jump out of their skin.
"Welcome..."
Spinning to face this strange voice they see a large slightly weatherworn man, who oddly enough, gives off a mechanical, inhuman and somewhat janitorly aura. (The three dismiss the fading vestages of teleport fog particles swirling around the man as being little more than a trick of the fluorescent lights that are slowly coming back on, as when was the last time anybody ever relied on particles alone for a teleport fog effect?)
"May I help you?" he speaks again, as he absentmindedly dabs at a bit of what appears to be green lime cake frosting. (But what kind of frosting gives off vapors like those?)
Blinking in amazment, the three look around the shop which is now in pristine condition, which just moments before looked abandoned and dilapadated.
(Oddly enough the broken window has repaired itself, and the chocolate statues have disappeared...)
Looking around in disbelief and wonder they... _________________ "Roboto suggests Plasma Bazooka." |
|
Back to top |
|
 |
HeadThump
Joined: 14 May 2006 Posts: 74 Location: Zin
|
Posted: Tue Dec 19, 2006 9:43 pm Post subject: |
|
|
gasp just before being stricken dead by a jolt of electricity from the loose power cord beneath the carpet under their feet.
Robotic dwarves march to and forth near their lifeless bodies, singing, "Hi ho, hi ho, off to work we go."
Snow White whirls about dancing to the accompaniment. The rotators in her neck, elbows and knees hum with mechanical precision.
Their lifeless eyes reflect the lights of hundreds of bulbs, and above them in the silver glitter of the season are the words . . . . |
|
Back to top |
|
 |
Dr. Shadowborg Inside3D Staff

Joined: 16 Oct 2004 Posts: 726
|
Posted: Tue Dec 19, 2006 11:03 pm Post subject: |
|
|
..."What a Twist!"
The clerk can be heard muttering to himself.
"Oh froz, I knew there was something I had to tell the rest of the staff about..."
Shrugging nonchalantly, he pulls out a book (that oddly enough looks baked rather than made conventionally), and begins to write into it strange evil looking letters with a chocolate pencil.
Meanwhile... _________________ "Roboto suggests Plasma Bazooka." |
|
Back to top |
|
 |
Sajt
Joined: 16 Oct 2004 Posts: 1027
|
Posted: Wed Dec 20, 2006 1:52 am Post subject: |
|
|
...thirty miles away, deep underground, in a cavity long sealed off from the open air of Earth's surface, ancient pale hulks gathered to witness the appearance of dark runes on a cave wall. Their eyes had long since glazed over with yellow cataracts but these symbols worked on a different spectrum of vision. The runes appeared as if being written by an invisible hand, or remotely by some forgotten magic.
The huge bodies heaved convulsively then dispersed, shambling in different directions, passing into walls as if through a sieve but leaving no properly visible trace. _________________ F. A. Špork, an enlightened nobleman and a great patron of art, had a stately Baroque spa complex built on the banks of the River Labe. |
|
Back to top |
|
 |
HeadThump
Joined: 14 May 2006 Posts: 74 Location: Zin
|
Posted: Wed Dec 20, 2006 6:41 pm Post subject: |
|
|
'What was that! What was that I saw, reflected in the window? Glyphs bearing strange fiery shapes. But, oh this is just too good, well, no matter'
The taste of vanilla fudge consumes his worried world. The clerk closes his eyes and smiles. The chunk of sweet confection placed between his index and thumb.
'There is so much to do, but it all can wait.'
Fingers not his own brush up against his shoulders. Cold, clammy, gristled and skeletal, they fealt. His eyes dart about, but whatever touched him was no longer present.
His thoughts are jolted back to the shop.
'Must do the year ending ledgers the dark one demands. Oh, and less I forget - '
He clasps his hands loudly in several chops. The dwarves assemble around him. To his ire, Dopey and Snow White are still at play. With the lingering grace of a stage actress, she feigns a deathly sleep. Dopey skips to her side. His chest juts out, and the troubled wonder of a noble man graces his face. Then he plants a slobbery kiss on her lips.
"No time to worry about THAT little fool," the clerk exclaims.
To the others he bellows an order.
"Wrap those three dead heathen souls up in the carpet, and dispense with them in the bin. The collectors will be here in the morning, so clean this mess up, pronto."
With task at hand and elbows swinging, the dwarves, minus the princely one, start singing in unison, "Hi ho! hi ho!"
"I hate dwarves," the clerk mutters as he picks up the pen to complete the yearly ledger. As he dips the blood cherry chocolate ink, the glyphs catch his eyes once again.
On the carpet! He had not noticed before the strange symbols., but as the dwarves spread out the carpet and tossed the limp bodies on to it, he noticed the glyphs glowing, and he shivered with panic.
"Oh my, a spectre does indeed haunt Texas." |
|
Back to top |
|
 |
ajay

Joined: 29 Oct 2004 Posts: 295 Location: Swindon, UK
|
Posted: Thu Dec 21, 2006 7:50 am Post subject: |
|
|
Snow isn't unheard of in Texas winters, but it had snowed daily throughout November, and December had continued in the same, freezing manner.
The children loved it of course, the schools had been shut for the last 2 weeks as tempratures plummeted to -10, and sledges and snowball fights had almost become boring. Well, almost.
For the adults it had become increasingly worrisome. Initially the cold tempratures and snow drifts had been a meteological oddity, but soon the daily grind of getting to work, clearing paths and roads, diggin out trapped cars and the increasing death toll of the old and infrirm had prompted emergency measures to be implemented.
Respite appeared on the morning of Christmas Eve; the snow stopped falling, as the clouds that had hung over the state for the last 7 weeks began to clear, the brief optimism of the people of texas soon departed. For the blue skies they were hoping for were not revealed; the purple hue of the sky that greeted them invoked far greater concern than snowfalls had ever done.
Then as the snow clouds disappeared for good, they were replaced by darker, more ominous ones, that raced across the sky -gale force winds developed, the howl of which being the only sound those brave enough to leave thier houses could hear.
But there was worse to come for the people of texas.... _________________ my site |
|
Back to top |
|
 |
Megazoid

Joined: 17 Oct 2004 Posts: 116
|
Posted: Thu Dec 21, 2006 8:21 am Post subject: |
|
|
much, much worse.... |
|
Back to top |
|
 |
Sajt
Joined: 16 Oct 2004 Posts: 1027
|
Posted: Thu Dec 21, 2006 1:59 pm Post subject: |
|
|
HeadThump would make a good IF writer. His writing somehow reminds me of IF  _________________ F. A. Špork, an enlightened nobleman and a great patron of art, had a stately Baroque spa complex built on the banks of the River Labe. |
|
Back to top |
|
 |
Dr. Shadowborg Inside3D Staff

Joined: 16 Oct 2004 Posts: 726
|
Posted: Thu Dec 21, 2006 7:36 pm Post subject: |
|
|
...
The clerk's panic rises even further as a faint almost unintelligable voice is heard from the ether. A voice that almost sounded as if he was saying: "HeadThump would make a good IF writer. His writing somehow reminds me of IF "
Elsewhere in the city cemetery, a series of lightning bolts strike several ornate tombs. Oddly enough, these strikes do almost no damage...except that the heat is perhaps intense enough to melt chocolate...
The groundskeeper leaves the sancuary of his small office to investigate...while unseen by the groundskeeper, strange, half-seen...things...with leathery wings slowly begin to take form, as if being born from the very fabric of space appear...
In the southwest a man reclines in his stately home, enjoying a glass of fine liquid from a bottle labeled "Olde QC"... listening as his home's control computer reports the events going on in Texas, finishing with a report on the lockdown status of the strange artifacts kept deep below the normal seeming home... The man smiles contentedly, and speaks almost to himself.
"It has begun."
He helps himself to another glass of "Olde QC"...
Somewhere in the east...
The sizzle of bacon can be heard...
In the far, far north...
Hockey equipment is being carefully and lovingly stored in a locker...the gleam of what may be a double barrel shotgun can be seen within the locker...
Back in Texas... _________________ "Roboto suggests Plasma Bazooka." |
|
Back to top |
|
 |
HeadThump
Joined: 14 May 2006 Posts: 74 Location: Zin
|
Posted: Thu Dec 21, 2006 9:46 pm Post subject: |
|
|
Detective Pearson Long asked himself, 'How did I get stuck with this rookie?'
"I'm pretty sure Heaton never actually appeared topless on Everybody Loves Raymond. That never happened."
"So you think I hallucinated it," His new partner, Ari Gonzales asked.
"Of course."
"I'm kind of worried," the young lieutenant fidgeted in his seat as Pearson drove. "There are things I did in college that might be coming back."
"Flashbacks, kid. A hippie like you would have never been allowed on the force twenty years ago. Not saying that to be mean or anything, but it is true.
"It's a different time. Sperm counts are low, high estrogen levels in our blood. Something is not quite right in this world, and now look at that sky."
"I wasn't going to say anything," lines on Ari's face creased as he gazed up.
"Oh no, that sky is real."
"That's a relief."
Pearson looked his partner over with an abrupt coldness. "Not to the rest of us."
They pulled up on the crime scene. A parking lot behind an antique store. An out of the way place and no one to witness a thing at two a. m. in the morning. Tape surrounded a red Ferrari convertible. Like the other crimes, the driver seat was occupied by a headless torso.
"The press are calling it the Supracabra," Ari said making conversation.
"The newshounds make me wonder if they ever leave their offices. Chupacabras are afraid of people, and only grow as large as a medium sized dog."
"I gave one to my niece for her birthday last year," said Ari.
"Is the backyard fenced in?"
"No it grew to full size in three weeks and ran away."
"You have to use a lot of care when raising a Chupra," said Pearson as they approached the uniformed officer in charge.
"Pearson," the officer called. "How is the wife?"
"Tom, I know the only reason anyone asks me about Miriam is to know whether she has left my sorry ass or not. Did you get the name of the Vic?"
The officer reached in to his shirt pocket, "Yes, it's right here . . .
Last edited by HeadThump on Fri Dec 22, 2006 5:23 am; edited 1 time in total |
|
Back to top |
|
 |
HeadThump
Joined: 14 May 2006 Posts: 74 Location: Zin
|
Posted: Fri Dec 22, 2006 5:13 am Post subject: |
|
|
<>
Last edited by HeadThump on Fri Dec 22, 2006 10:34 pm; edited 1 time in total |
|
Back to top |
|
 |
Lardarse

Joined: 05 Nov 2005 Posts: 243 Location: Bristol, UK
|
Posted: Fri Dec 22, 2006 11:53 am Post subject: |
|
|
HeadThump wrote: | IF = internet fiction? |
IF = Interactive Fiction, sometimes known as text adventures. If you've ever played Colossal Cave, then you've experienced IF. |
|
Back to top |
|
 |
DieparBaby

Joined: 05 Dec 2006 Posts: 44 Location: London, Ontario, Canada, eh
|
Posted: Fri Dec 22, 2006 2:20 pm Post subject: |
|
|
He pulled out a detonator, pressed the button and an explosion rivaled only by the Big Bang itself, ripped through the earth, thus ending the threat..and all life.
MERRY CHRISTMAS!!! |
|
Back to top |
|
 |
Dr. Shadowborg Inside3D Staff

Joined: 16 Oct 2004 Posts: 726
|
Posted: Fri Dec 22, 2006 6:54 pm Post subject: |
|
|
...Meanwhile in a dimensionally phase shifted and force protected area that was once part of the North American southwest...
"Oh dear, we can't be having any of that now can we? The game's not over yet, oh no, not by a long shot. The Trash Collectors have yet to discover the three cooked suprises and the seven dwarves, and the cemetary groundskeeper has not yet met his destiny of leathery chocolate wings. Nor has the blind dwellers of the earth met with resolution, and the clerk has yet to finish with book baking..."
The man sets his glass upon the elegant coffee desk, and pulls out a dark, evil exuding tome from a nearby bookshelf.
Opening it, strange writhing, glowing runes fly off the pages...
Slowly, as if materializing from the bones of the universe itself, the planet reappears...minus Texas...of which, soon to be a facet of great concern to the remaning reconstituted inhabitants...Not so much because of the missing Texas shaped area of earth that is missing, or the fact that the ocean hasn't flooded into the hole, or even the strange anomalus sky above the area. For mysteriously floating above that strange void was the ferrari... _________________ "Roboto suggests Plasma Bazooka." |
|
Back to top |
|
 |
|
|
You cannot post new topics in this forum You cannot reply to topics in this forum You cannot edit your posts in this forum You cannot delete your posts in this forum You cannot vote in polls in this forum
|
Powered by phpBB © 2004 phpBB Group
|