Pick One!

I decided to make an epic Marvel VS Capcom 2 Fight Scene. I picked some of the most badass characters on the game (and some of my favorites... Shuma-Gorath is awesome). Then I decided to throw in Servbot. Just because. Pick your favorite.

Dr. Orange

Boredom

Awkward...? Part 73

I'm face to face with my friend and enemy. Well, this is awkward now isn't it? Ramsay told me that Stewart was with him, but that doesn't really help in these kinds of situations. My hands on my sword. It's not moving.


"Well. What do you want? You succeeded in finding me. You trapped me in a fucking cage. Now what?"


"Wait... cage? What?"


"Your demon general. General... what was it?"


"Oh you mean General Grief? No wonder he knew where he was. Damn. He's good."


"So what the fuck do you want?"


"Oh right. Well I'll tell you later. Right now we need to find Alex, then I'll explain it to you all."


"I'm not coming if you don't tell me why."


"Ok, fine. Basically, we are going to be the new Four Horseman of the Apocalypse because I killed the originals. I'm Death, Alex will be War, Ramsay will be Famine, You can be Pestilence."


"I'm not interested. Leave now."


"What?"


"I'm not interested in being a Horseman of the Apocalypse. It's stupid and pointless. I want to go back to the way things used to be, but I guess that's impossible thanks to these damn powers we've all got. I see that now. So go find someone else to be Pestilence. Get one of your demons to do it."


With that I walk off. Ramsay, who was standing a few yards behind me didn't try to stop me. I think he knows how I feel about this, and he respects it.


"Stewart I think we should let him go."


"Hey, Zac! What about Maria!?"


I turn and pull out my sword and within a split second I have it at his throat. If it weren't for the reflexes he'd built up he'd be dead, but he managed to block my sword with his claws.


"You shouldn't have mentioned her."


I phase out and stick my hand into his chest. I have the advantage of surprise. He doesn't know quite how much I've improved. That move probably won't work again. Luckily I wont need it again. Besides, I've got lots more.


Just as I am about to remove his spine, he says something that stops me.


"I was going to say... if you do it, I'll bring back Maria..."


I didn't know what to say. I had blocked the thoughts of my broken promise out for so long, but now it hits me like a sledgehammer. I let him go.


"Fine. But you better not pull any shit. Val comes with me and you're going to make sure she's safe. And we get to live on Earth because Hell just doesn't set right with me. You can just chirp us when you need us. And one more thing..."


"What?"


"I've got to change the name. "Pestilence" sounds like I have the AIDS."


"Fine. What are you gonna change it to?"


"I've got an idea..."


Dr. Orange

I need to go back to sleep...

War never changes. Part 72

Ramsey and I took off for Hell. When we got there, I talked to Grief about where we could find Zach. He told me San Diego was probably a good place to look. I showed Ramsey to his room, which had still been made up for Adrienne as well. I noticed a little bit of resistance in him, sadness that I couldn't even begin to understand, but he needed rest so he took the room. 

"Adrienne is dead. Officially," I walked into our room telling Mary. 

"Oh no, poor Ramsey."

"I don't know how to help him, but we have to go find Zach after we get rest. I'm sorry to leave you with all of this right now, I promise I will be back soon."

She grabbed my hand, "It is okay, I promise."

We turned on the TV and went to sleep. "World breaks into chaos as people realize they cannot die...." is the last thing i hear before sleep completely overwhelmes my senses. Sleep. 

The next morning I woke up in an empty bed. 

"Mary?" 

No answer. God dammit, where did she go? I walked into the thrown room to see if she was in there. I saw her talking to Ramsey and Grief. I hid for a minute to see what they were talking about.


"You can say goodbye to her, to her soul at least," I heard Mary say.


"I don't know," Ramsey seemed like he was uneasy, I thought I should walk in and help him out by ending the conversation, but I needed to hear more.


"Technically, Lord Stewart may be able to ressurect Adrienne for you," Grief told him. 


When did Grief start caring about people?

"Guess Mary is rubbing off on him," I whispered. 

"He resurrected me," Mary told Ramsey, at which point I decided to walk in. "Just think about it," she said, turning to face me.

"Ramsey, lets go, South America," I told him. I was dreading having to go find Zac. 

We ported to the last known area where Zac was, and Ramsey just walked off. 


"Fine, just walk the fuck off, it isn't like we are searching for someone in the middle of the fucking city," I muttered to the air as I walked around. 


All of a sudden a purple mist surrounded me and a figure appeared. "Your friend has found the other."


"Who are you?"


"I am your friend's enemy. I come here to remind you, I am still much more powerful than both of you, and to let him know I will start killing everyone he knows and loves." The figure and mist disappeared. 


I walked around for a while until I finally found Ramsey and Zac, who had been talking. I was too distracted to try and listen.


"I love you dude," Ramsey said.


"No, don't love me, its really okay," I said, turning my attention to Zac.

A new story... And a picture

 

My new sig on the Darksiders Forum. Spend all day on it. I think its pretty kick ass if you ask me. 

Oh, and here is a story I've been working on, I will just give you the first small bit of it, its still in the works!

"Where are we going?"

No answer. I looked up to the front of the truck, and saw the man driving. He had no face. Where his nose and his mouth and eyes were supposed to be, it was just a smooth pale surface.

There was nothing to sit on in the back of the truck, I'd woken up on the floor a few seconds before hand. It looked like the inside of an armored car or something of the sort, It was dull grey, and I could feel the bouncing of the truck as it drove.
 

"Where are we going?"
 

Still no response, I don't know how he could talk since he has no mouth, but I wanted to keep asking.
 

"Where are we going?" I started yelling and banging on the bars behind him.
 

He slowly turned around and pointed his pale face at me, then turned back around. I stopped banging and just watched out the front windshield. It was just road. I couldn't see anything in the distance and the sides of the road was just red dirt. I couldn't see past that.
 

I sat back down on the floor of the truck, then I decided to lie down. I closed my eyes and let the bouncing and the monotony of the trip lull me to sleep. I might as well considering the fact that I have no clue where I'm going or who has me.
 

The last thing I remembered was walking out of my house. It was like every other day. I woke up, showered, put on some clothes, and grabbed my phone and left the house. I remember driving. I was listening to the radio. That was the last thing I remembered.

I woke up and checked my pocket. My phone was still in there. I pulled it out and checked service. Nothing. I had my wallet, my keys and my phone. Nothing else. I sat back up and moved over to the front of the truck. Then we stopped. The faceless man got out of the car and I couldn't see where he went.

He was gone for a few minutes, during which I tried to remember more. I can't remember before this morning. I don't remember who I am, or where I'm from. I can't even remember what I do.
I tried to stay calm and walked to the back of the truck. The doors opened. There were now two faceless men, they grabbed me and pulled me out of the truck. The each grabbed me by my arms and walked me into this big bland concrete building.

The sky behind it seemed strange, misty, kind of off setting. We walked up to the side of the concrete building.

"Concrete doesn't open, and I don't know about you but I can't walk through walls," I said, trying to lighten the mood.

They both just looked at me and glared as much as a faceless man can glare. The concrete opened up and we walked inside. The inside of the building was just as grey as the outside. There were jail cells all along the walls, each with the same dimensions. There were cells up the wall as well, I couldn't figure out how they got up there. There were men in the cells, they looked familiar, they all looked so familiar.

They gripped me harder and walked about five cells up, then the concrete beneath us started to rise. We went up twenty cells and the bars opened. They threw me in the cell and then the bars shut right after, the concrete fell and they went back down to the bottom.

"Hey!" I shouted down at them, "Hey! What am I doing here? Where is here? Who am I? Why do they all look like me?" It sounded like my voice was coming from everywhere.

They didn't even turn around.

A Race Against Time ... Part 71

I was still crippling but couldn't feel the pain. The drugs were doing their job well. This room was enormous; only when  I lost sight of the robot carcasses did I see the faint outline of a door in front of me. As I made my way forward the outline evolved into an image of a door. 

I was not very far from the end when a loud crash stopped me in my tracks. I looked down and saw a crack between my feet. I quickly turned around to see another robot standing behind me. I was dumbstruck, I didn't know what to do.  I was confused whether this one was like the rest and activated with proximity sensors or if I had mere moments until the robot sprung to life. Either way, I had limited time until the whole place was full of salt water.

I didn't take any chances and attacked the robot with a sword. The robot parried the attack and sent me to the floor. I tumbled and turned to see the robot flying at me with his own sword ready to stab. I rolled at the last possible moment and made the robot stab the floor. The sword looked to be stuck in the crystal but the robot pulled it out like he was just getting some butter for his toast. Right as the sword left the hole in the floor, a loud crack made its way through the room. More webs appeared on the floor. My time was running out. I tried to imagine what the room looked like but the entrance was fuzzy in my head.

The robot wasted no time thinking of the webs of cracks spreading throughout the room and continued to pursue its goal of trying to kill me. A little fountain appeared where the robot stabbed the floor. The pain in my leg started to come back through the adrenaline and the drugs. I was forced to port around the area to prevent too much stress put on my leg and further fighting with the robot. 

After a few minutes of porting from the robot I finally managed to get the robot to jump into a portal. He was now somewhere over the area of the last robot massacre. I could hear the echo of the crash created when the robot fell on the carcasses. I hopped to the exit. The cold water from outside of the room was covering the floor and the little fountains created by the cracks in the floor were covering my jeans with water. 

I could see the robot running towards me as I was closing the doors. The edge of his blade penetrated the gab between the doors. I made my way down the hall away from the door. The old man met me at the entrance to another room.

Lock Up. A Prequel in the Works.

A shadowy figure stood outside the gates of heaven. It would please me to say, for dramatic effect, that it was dark. However, heaven does not have a night time hour, but all the angels were asleep.

The shadowy figure walked up to the gate and grabbed two bars, yelling to be let in. He finally gave up and sat down. There was a creak and one side of the gates opened slightly. The shadowy figure jumped up in excitement, and started in the crack as he was stopped by a hand. An angel emerged. He was smiling.

"Serras, how have you been?" The angel asked, closing the gate behind him.

"Not so great, I want back in there.. Why are you answering the gate?" Serras said.

"We will have a guy for it soon enough. I hope... Anyway, you can't get back in, Michael will kill you."

"No, can't you talk to him, you're like his brother, the other of the first two angels, come on Gabriel, please?"

"I'm sorry, but I have tried. You know Michael, once he gets angry it blows up into rage, and he never lets anything go."

"Fuck."

"Indeed."

They both sat down against the gates, looking straight ahead into the nothingness that lie beyond.

"Well, where else can I go?"

"Hell kicked you out?"

"Well, I left with an understanding that I wasn't supposed to come back."

"Did you try Olympus?"

"Yeah, that worked out for a little while, but they got tired of me."

"Asguard?"

"Played with Thor's Hammer..."

"Hades?"

"Gloom and doom."

"Try earth. I would allow you to go counsel with God but he is busy making city plans for the 1800's on earth. He is getting very specific with them. He has big plans for you though Serras. I don't think he will allow you to slide back into heaven."

"But why not? I can fulfill anything in heaven just as easily as I can on earth."

"No. He wants his story to run perfectly. He has this all planned out. You will serve him well."

"Well shit, I guess I should go then."

"I guess you should."

Gabriel opened up the gate and went back into it, leaving Serras alone. He took one last look at the gates and then snapped his fingers and was on earth.

As the years went by he decided to become a thorn in God's side. He would wipe out whole villages with the blink of an eye and started using them to make his powers grow. His powers expanded until he was more powerful than all but two of the angels. He was on level with Michael and Gabriel, but he wanted more.

He found a small village one sunday morning, somewhere in what is now considered Europe, near Italy. Everyone in the village was in church. He walked up to the church doors and opened them.

There was Michael, standing with wings spread out, flaming sword in one hand, and the other was free. He leapt forward and grabbed Serras by the neck. Serras was still nothing but shadow so he quickly maneuvered his arm into a sword and took it to Michael's throat. He held the tip at Michael, then he used his other arm and stabbed Michael's chest. Michael took flight, staggering back a few feet.

Michael extinguished his sword as Serras was getting up off the ground, then charged towards Serras and stabbed him through the somach. If shadow could show surprise, his face would be lit up with the emotion. There was a gagging sound from Serras then Michael lit his sword and caused a large explosion. Serras flew off over the horizon, while Michael flew backwards into the ground.

Serras landed in what is now London. There were a few small villages there, he killed everyone and hid, knowing Michael would be upon him soon. His two arm blades re-emerged and he was waiting for Michael to land.

Michael flew over looking for Serras then started to land. Luckily his back was to Serras, who flew from his hiding spot and slashed off both of Michael's wings. Michael turned and got one of the blades in his side, causing him to drop his sword. He grabbed Serras's head and screamed to the skies.

Serras was paralyzed and lay on the ground. Michael picked his sword back up and drew a large box around Serras.

Serras was free to move again. He ran over to the edge of the box that Michael had drawn and could not cross it. He burst into a shadowy mist and still could not leave the bounds of the box.

A voice from the heavens came down and said "Serras, I was willing to let you roam the earth and happen into your fate as you should, but it seems that you would not be content unless you were killing off my people, changing my future, and yours as well. You will be trapped inside this area of earth for the rest of your life. You will become weaker as time goes by and eventually you will die."

Gabriel then descended from the heavens, wrapped his arm around Michael and started pulling him back up.

"Only one can set you free. He will lead you to your great destiny. You have sealed your fate. Fear not though, you will be out soon." Gabriel screamed down to Serras as he was ascending with an unconscious Michael.

Serras could barely make it out but Michael's wings were growing back slowly. He sat down in his box and began to think.

Okay

So it's been a long time since I posted anything other than part of the story. First of all I want to apologize for how long my posts have been taking. I've been pretty busy.

Okay so I sort of want to talk about the playoffs. Yeah I mean football. Well the playoffs are over and my team, the Indianapolis Colts, are in the Super Bowl. The other team, the New Orleans Saints, beat out my second favorite, Brett Favre and the Minnesota Vikings. At least this way I'll have a team to root for  outright come Super Bowl Sunday. The reason I say all this is because after that football will be over, at least till next year. This is something I've been trying to cope with for months, now. I'm not ready for it to be over. *tear*

But seriously, after it's done all my time will be devoted to stuff like roaming the internet for random pictures and videos and things like that, and I suppose this blog will get a lot of random updates come that time. Anyway, it's been nice chatting, but I'm out.

-The Knight

White Hot Plasma, Part 70

Harx and I made our way south, back toward Birmingham. I could have flown there myself much faster, but I enjoyed being with Harx and the slowness of our travel. Everything had been happening so fast lately, it was almost impossible to catch my breath, but now things seemed to be slowing down, almost getting back to normal. At last I'd have time to mourn Adrienne's death, to figure things out with my friends, and perhaps try to fix Birmingham back to the way it was. Turns out, though, that I wouldn't be able to do any of these things. Just as I was flying over the coast of South Carolina a dark figure flew right under me. At first I thought it was just a shadow, but I saw it again, flying this time in the opposite direction, directly over my head--it was Stewart.


I pulled down and landed. I dismounted and let Harx hunt. He’d come back if I needed him. Stewart landed next to me in a shroud of shadow, which soon left him.

“Hello, Stewart,” I said. I still wasn’t sure where we stood with one another. I wanted things to be like they were—just the two of us, joking around and talking about girls. Now everything was so damn complicated.

“Hey, man, what’s up?” he said.

“Not much, brah,” I said. Things were starting to feel more normal. “What are you doing here?”

“Looking for you.”

“What for?” I asked.

“It’s a long story, but I need you to come back with me.”

“I don’t know, Stewart. I don’t know how I feel about all your… endeavors.”

“It’s still me, man. Here—I’ve got an idea. I’ve heard how much stronger you’ve become, and I’ve gotten a lot stronger, too. Let’s fight—as friends—and maybe you’ll see you can still trust me.”

“I’m not sure that makes sense, bud, but okay.” I drew my swords.

Stewart was again shrouded in darkness, which became thick black armor. I knew I was more powerful physically, but Ser gave Stewart powers that went far beyond brute strength. For one thing—he could regenerate. That was something I could not do. And besides, his regenerative powers were stronger than ever now, to the point where it was almost instantaneous. I didn’t have my spear, but I wasn’t sure I’d need it. Already I was clad in nine tenths of Hercules’ armor. Huge, black claws formed over Stewart’s hands, and he lunged. He was fast, but I was faster. I sidestepped his initial attack and turned, ready to dodge another. This went on for a while, but soon Stewart stopped.

“You’re not going to fight?” he asked.

“I’ll get there soon enough. I don’t want to hurt you.”

He only laughed. Then he seemed to flex. The armor grew, and even though he seemed bulkier he got faster—a lot faster. Dodging was no longer an option—our speeds were matched and sweat was starting to break over my eyes. I threw an attack from one of his claws and this time I went to it, blocking with a blade of my own. Then something happened that I hadn’t been expecting—Stewart grew four extra arms, all with claws of their own. This new, six armed Stewart attacked at full speed. I was able to block the bulk of the attacks with my swords, but more than a few hit home on my armor—but it held. His claws bounced harmlessly from the armor, but even so I felt their force transferred through, bruising my already hurt frame. The fight with Rakasha had hurt me, weakened me significantly, and Stewart was taking full advantage. I’d have to step up my game. I brought my left hand down hard, pinning everything on his right side. My right sword came down in a flash, severing all three arms from his body. They were starting to grow back, but I kicked out and he flew away, colliding with a cliff, which collapsed on him. When he started to crawl out I pointed my sword at his head.

“No!” he said.

“Oh, yes,” I said. And white hot plasma shot out of my sword and landed on his armored face. It burned through the armor and through his skin, which seemed to regenerate as fast as it burned. It was an odd sight.

“Not cool, man.”

“I know. I just had to do it.” He stood up, his arms back to the normal two, rather than six.


“This isn’t going anywhere,” he said.

“Yeah I’m getting pretty bored—I’m ready to go when you are.”

“Alright—we’re off.”

I called Harx, but then something occurred to me. “Wait, Stewart. Where are we going?”


-The Knight