 New link in the top of page "IRC Chat". |
| Register | Login | |||||
 |
Main
| Memberlist
| Active users
| Calendar
| Last Posts
| IRC Chat
| Online users Ranks | FAQ | XPW | Stats | Color Chart | Photo album |
|
| | ||
New link in the top of page "IRC Chat". |
| Register | Login | |||||
|
Main
| Memberlist
| Active users
| Calendar
| Last Posts
| IRC Chat
| Online users Ranks | FAQ | XPW | Stats | Color Chart | Photo album |
|
| | ||
| Xeogaming Forums - - Posts by Squire Vince |
| Pages: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32 33 34 35 36 37 38 39 40 41 42 43 44 45 46 47 48 49 50 51 52 53 54 55 56 57 58 59 60 61 62 63 64 65 66 67 68 69 70 71 72 73 74 75 76 77 78 79 80 |
| User | Post | ||
Squire Vince Storm Eagle is watching you, he sees your every move.         Since: 04-17-10 From: Victorian London. Since last post: 4731 days Last activity: 4705 days |
| ||
| As Rebecca finished speaking a cold air filled the room. A man stepped into the room from behind her frail body. He was a large skinny man, it seemed like he was on the verge of falling to pieces. "I'm sorry for interupting you Miss Rebecca," He placed a long bony hand on Rebecca's shoulder as he passed by her. "Apollo, I have a message for you." He scanned the room with his cold emotionless eyes and adjusted his glasses. "Privately." | |||
|
Squire Vince Storm Eagle is watching you, he sees your every move. Since: 04-17-10 From: Victorian London. Since last post: 4731 days Last activity: 4705 days |
| ||
| A man stepped slowly from behind his tent. The smoke from his cigarette trailed into the sky. "Gentlemen," Captian Ronnie Greere, flicked the remen"ants of his cigarette into the snow. "I hope you didn't come back emptyhanded." He cocked an eyebrow. | |||
|
Squire Vince Storm Eagle is watching you, he sees your every move. Since: 04-17-10 From: Victorian London. Since last post: 4731 days Last activity: 4705 days |
| ||
| I am in the midst of the chaos as the man on the PA system finishes speaking. All around me cries and screams merge together into a deafing roar. The people are turning into something disgusting. A man runs at me screaming. His eyes are dialated, drugs. But which one. I slide my hand into my pocket and seize my knife. It's nothing special but the blade should keep him at bay, and I know I'm good with it. He won't be the first person I've killed...today. I smile as he approaches. Then my knife slides in-between his ribs and his body falls to the ground with a sickening thud. My name is Kyle Thompson, and this, this is going to be fun. (Last edited by vince_rigle on 05-12-10 12:52 PM) |
|||
|
Squire Vince Storm Eagle is watching you, he sees your every move. Since: 04-17-10 From: Victorian London. Since last post: 4731 days Last activity: 4705 days |
| ||
| Silence. Boston has been silent for a long time now. 2011, nuclear war with Iran ended in the total obliteration of the western part of the United States. We retaliated by wiping Iran off of the map. The fallout that followed destroyed most life in the large cities like New York, Boston, and Philadelphia. The only remaining part of the old United States is in Hawaii where the president continues to live as he tries to pull his country back together. That plan died in 2020 when the crawlers came into existance. The bomb that was dropped on the United States was something different than expected. It changed the molecular structure of the life it didn't kill. The crawlers were rats that lived in the sewers during the bombing. They fed off of the bodies and became infected. These new beasts were the size of dogs, and hunted in packs. Hunted humans. In 2036 our worst fears were brought to life. Mutated human beings. These people, these things were large disfigured animals, the most disturbing feature of this new monster was that they also hunted in packs. And they also hunted humans. These creatures were called the Walkers.
A group of people sit around one another in the basement of an abandoned recreation center. The cold begins to chill their bones as the rain on their clothes sinks into their skin. A man holding a large rifle stands up. His face is rough and unshaven, the wrinkles on his face are deep from his tireless hours of avoiding the walkers. "Well seein' as how we're probably gunna be here for awhile, we might as well get to know one another." The rest of the group looks at him. "My name is Ronald Thompson, I'm 48 years old and I've killed 57 walkers. This here," He slung his rifle from around his back. "Is Claire, and she's killed 20 walkers." His voice was hoarse and he was tired. He took his seat and placed his large duffle bag on his lap. |
|||
|
Squire Vince Storm Eagle is watching you, he sees your every move. Since: 04-17-10 From: Victorian London. Since last post: 4731 days Last activity: 4705 days |
| ||
| This is a post where you tell us of awkward and strange neighbors. Get to it! | |||
|
Squire Vince Storm Eagle is watching you, he sees your every move. Since: 04-17-10 From: Victorian London. Since last post: 4731 days Last activity: 4705 days |
| ||
| Wish granted you're given your razor by a zombie bear. You're then roundhoused by Chuck Norris (hail his name) | |||
|
Squire Vince Storm Eagle is watching you, he sees your every move. Since: 04-17-10 From: Victorian London. Since last post: 4731 days Last activity: 4705 days |
| ||
| Always game Pa ho nix! | |||
|
Squire Vince Storm Eagle is watching you, he sees your every move. Since: 04-17-10 From: Victorian London. Since last post: 4731 days Last activity: 4705 days |
| ||
This RP will start post-this post  . It is a concept me and Phoenix thought up together. A group of serial killers who discuss the events in their lives. Think Desperate housewives meets Friday the 13th. Simple enough, be courteous to other writers meaning no blocking, all serial killers will be human and fictional. Sorry phoenix. Feel free to PM me with any and all questions. just title your message C&D Question. |
|||
|
Squire Vince Storm Eagle is watching you, he sees your every move. Since: 04-17-10 From: Victorian London. Since last post: 4731 days Last activity: 4705 days |
| ||
| The fight for or against a completely government controlled society. Including wiretaps and random searches. A completely safe society in exchange for a few domestic freedoms. | |||
|
Squire Vince Storm Eagle is watching you, he sees your every move. Since: 04-17-10 From: Victorian London. Since last post: 4731 days Last activity: 4705 days |
| ||
| Zombie walrus nation,
Bear fruit? King Midas probe Kevin Costner. Challenges" 1. Film yourself giving a speech using a Chistopher Walken impression. 2. Post a great IDLE THREAT. 3. Make a robot power suit out of cardboard and post pictures. |
|||
|
Squire Vince Storm Eagle is watching you, he sees your every move. Since: 04-17-10 From: Victorian London. Since last post: 4731 days Last activity: 4705 days |
| ||
| No one is who we think they are. In my line of work I come in contact with every sort of person; whether they are black or white, poor or rich, man or woman. They're all the same when they come to me; no one is different. They all bleed red and they all taste like chicken, if you broil them right. I'm not a picky eater; it's whoever I'm hungry for at the time, and I just can't be stopped when I get those killer cravings.
It's Saturday, April 3rd. I am sitting at a desk in an uncomfortable suit and tie. I feel like I'm slowly being strangled, which would be preferable. My fate is far worse; a sexual harassment seminar. Shoot me. I have never harassed anyone long enough for them to feel a seminar would help. I don't want people like this. Sex seems meaningless to me. I get all of the satisfaction I need from fulfilling my cravings. To my left there is a man; his name is Jason. Jason is our new temp; God I love temps. They have become the equivalent of fast food for me. No one cares when they don't show up; we just order a new one from the agency. Jason is a tall skinny man with blonde hair and sharp features. I wonder if I could feel love, could I love him? I’m not sure; I don't think my mind would let me be gay. I have made up my mind though, Jason McAndrews, you are my dinner. I break into the office files and take his from the large green filing cabinet, which I like to call “The Menu”. It’s a personal joke that no one but me understands. I take his file; the first step. No point in reading it again, I only take it to prevent too much evidence from being leaked. The police already have a name for me, The Clarksville Cannibal. Actually, I've only eaten three people from Clarksville, most of them are from Canturburg, but far be it from me to correct them. I go to the break room to grab a candy bar from the broken machine to hold me over until tonight. As I walk into the room I see Trisha. She was the one on the list before Jason. A beautiful woman, I'm sure that if I could love I'd love her. She says “Hi” and I give a subtle nod and adjust my glasses. She asks me to sit and eat with her, I really hope she isn't flirting. I take my candy from the machine and sit opposite her at the table. She tries small talk: "Where are you from? How old are you?" My beeper goes off just on time. Thank God for small miracles. I walk back to my cubicle and look up Jason's house. He lives in a crappy apartment on the bad side of town. Excellent. I leave work early and drive to Jason's toilet bowl of a home. He lives in the cesspool of criminals and scum. He'll go undetected for days, maybe weeks. I almost kill myself when I trip over his damn dog. I hate animals, but the feeling is usually mutual. I scoop up the little pest and lock him in the bedroom. Then I go to the bathroom and take off my clothes. I can't get his blood on them. That is a bit of experience; my first kill left me soaked in blood. I go to his kitchen and take his carving knife from the block and wait for him. Patience is the key at this point. I hear the sound of his whiny car as he pulls into the parking lot. I hear him as he approaches the door, he opens the lock and the door swings wide open. I hide behind the door and wait for him to close it. He has his iPod on and he doesn't even open his eyes to close the door. I walk over to him. I stand behind him for a good three minutes waiting for a quick opening. Then it happens as fast as lightning. The knife goes straight in between a few vertebrae causing a quick paralysis. I drag him to the tub and undress him. Then I lean him over the bathtub and give his neck a swift cut. He bleeds out in only minutes. Then the fun begins. First I cut off his left index finger; my little trophy. In the next two hours I dismember and eat Jason, saving only the bones, hair, nails, and a few scraps for the dog. He tastes amazing, and then the craving is gone. It'll be back in a month or two but the feeling of satisfaction is reviving. I wonder if anyone at work notices how happy I am the days after I eat. I should ask Trisha what she thinks. As I pass the superintendent’s room I leave about a thousand dollars in cash, labeled rent in a blank envelope. That should keep me covered for at least few weeks. It's a Monday, any old Monday, and the craving has come back. I knew it would, and I'm ready for it. Today's entrees are young Asian toes followed by a nice torso cooked over a flame, and to end it a nice cheek salad with delightful vinaigrette. Delicious. Then again it always is, always delicious. Everyone is unique in their own way. You all taste the same to me. |
|||
|
Squire Vince Storm Eagle is watching you, he sees your every move. Since: 04-17-10 From: Victorian London. Since last post: 4731 days Last activity: 4705 days |
| ||
| The only possible Batman line ups are 1st. The man who started it all Bruce. He died twice and left a legacy. 2nd. Tim Drake, he figured out the identidy of Batman and took over when he was being a pansy. 3rd. Terry McGinnis, he took down the Joker. (It was an awful episode and made me want to cry while I watched it) but he still did it. Vote goes to Bruce. (Last edited by vince_rigle on 07-01-10 02:03 PM) |
|||
|
Squire Vince Storm Eagle is watching you, he sees your every move. Since: 04-17-10 From: Victorian London. Since last post: 4731 days Last activity: 4705 days |
| ||
| It's just a short story for a collaboration I'm working on. | |||
|
Squire Vince Storm Eagle is watching you, he sees your every move. Since: 04-17-10 From: Victorian London. Since last post: 4731 days Last activity: 4705 days |
| ||
| My vote goes to Victor Zsasz insane psychopath who kills and then carves a tally mark into his body. Also Batman can even be quoted in Batman: Cacophony as saying Victor Zsasz is my most hated villian. | |||
|
Squire Vince Storm Eagle is watching you, he sees your every move. Since: 04-17-10 From: Victorian London. Since last post: 4731 days Last activity: 4705 days |
| ||
| A man in the crowd stands up. "Stupid weather people, it was supposed to be 60 today. Yeesh." *unbuttons shirt revealing two semi-automatic machine pistols.* "Tell me when Phoenix." | |||
|
Squire Vince Storm Eagle is watching you, he sees your every move. Since: 04-17-10 From: Victorian London. Since last post: 4731 days Last activity: 4705 days |
| ||
| I think that coating a bullet or two in kryptonite and loading them into a pistol would be enough. The Big Blue Boyscout always loves watching bullets bounce off of him. So what's to say his pride wouldn't be his downfall? I mean hold up a bank, he shows up, sees your gun (isn't afraid) and he lets you shoot him. Two through the chest he's done. Has this struck anyone else as a severly possible flaw in his design. | |||
|
Squire Vince Storm Eagle is watching you, he sees your every move. Since: 04-17-10 From: Victorian London. Since last post: 4731 days Last activity: 4705 days |
| ||
| I will no longer be using this character. (Last edited by vince_rigle on 07-23-10 11:35 PM) |
|||
|
Squire Vince Storm Eagle is watching you, he sees your every move. Since: 04-17-10 From: Victorian London. Since last post: 4731 days Last activity: 4705 days |
| ||
| Kevin walked around an empty city. The state of the former inhabitants was the farthest thing from his mind. There was something in this city. Something with wings. | |||
|
Squire Vince Storm Eagle is watching you, he sees your every move. Since: 04-17-10 From: Victorian London. Since last post: 4731 days Last activity: 4705 days |
| ||
| Phoenix: Yes I do believe so. I had Josh edit it.
Elara: I will revise it and I may post another edited version. |
|||
|
Squire Vince Storm Eagle is watching you, he sees your every move. Since: 04-17-10 From: Victorian London. Since last post: 4731 days Last activity: 4705 days |
| ||
| But look at the crime rate, and i'm not talking about a nation wide dystopia, i'm talking about a worldwide combined effort. A perfect world ruled with an iron fist. |
| Pages: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32 33 34 35 36 37 38 39 40 41 42 43 44 45 46 47 48 49 50 51 52 53 54 55 56 57 58 59 60 61 62 63 64 65 66 67 68 69 70 71 72 73 74 75 76 77 78 79 80 |
| Xeogaming Forums - - Posts by Squire Vince |
