Post by Pollux Oil on Jun 21, 2012 14:39:26 GMT -5
Year: 2013
Location: Outer Space
Vessel: Space Station Nexus
Time: A little after 2 in the afternoon, GMT, seriously how specific do you expect me to be here?
The apocalypse is in full force, monsters and disasters of Biblical proporations are wreaking havoc across all nations. A select few space stations orbiting the Earth were created in preparation for the apocalypse. While the Earth itself is covered in destruction, mankind continues to thrive safely among the stars. These stations monitor the surface, waiting for the day that they can return to Earth and start building a new life and legacy.
Aboard the Nexus, Pollux sips a Red Bull and watches his computer monitor. A volcano has just erupted in the middle of what used to be North Dakota, covering the landscape with molten lava. He shakes his head at the devastation and turns to his colleague, Red McShirt. The obviousness of his name will only become clear in hindsight.
"When do you think we'll be able to return home, Red?" Pollux ask as he finishes his can and crumples it up, tossing it into the vac-u-lock recycling bin.
"Who knows. All I know is I'm glad I'm a single man. There are some very foxy ladies up here in this space station to propagate human life with." Red wiggles his eyebrows. (This here is a storytelling device to make you not feel sorry for this completely fictional character when he meets his inevitable grisly demise.)
Pollux ignores the comment. (He is our hero. Love him, cherish him, empathize with him.) "I never thought I'd get to see the Earth from space...but I also never thought I'd see so much destruction."
Red opens his mouth to reply, but before he can say anything, warning klaxons start going off all over the station. The entire station starts shuddering. Sparks fly out of walls for no reason, and everybody shifts heavily to the left every time the station rocks. Red and Pollux try to focus on their computers. "What's going on?" "I have no idea!" "Everything's going haywire!" "Can you get somebody else on the radio?" "I've got nothing! These stations were supposed to be apocalypse-proof!" "I don't think this is apocalypse-related!" "Are you sure? Because it feels pretty apocalyptic in here!"
Finally Red gets his computer works. "Oh no. Oh no. We've got an unauthorized dimensional portal in Substation B." Red squints at the computer. "No, not just in B. We've got several in the cafeteria, in the living quarters...portals are popping up everywhere!"
Pollux stands up. "Security needs to be notified. We need to get to the armory. Can you get a readout on where the portals are generating from?"
Red shakes his head. "Everywhere. All different dimensions across time and space. There's no telling what's coming through! We need to shut them down! Now!"
Pollux and Red hurry out of their room, rushing towards the armory. As they get close, Pollux notices a crew member crouching in the shadows of another hallway. Red hurries into the armory as Pollux stops to help the seemingly frightened figure. "Hey! C'mon, we're going into the armory. We can hole up and figure out a plan of attack from there!" The figure in the shadow straightens up and walks forward. Pollux, too late, realizes that the figure isn't a Nexus crew member. In fact, the figure isn't from this dimension at all.
White paint is dried and cracking on his skin. Green hair is curled in random tufts across his head. And a sickly, devious smile stretches awkwardly across his face as the man in the purple suit raises a pistol and points it at Pollux. "A plan of attack? I already have one!" The clown pulls the trigger. There's a POP! and a flag pops out of the gun with the word "BANG!" on it.
With a giggle, the crazed prankster slaps his knee and does an amused shuffle. "Oh, the look on your face! You should have seen the surprise! I just love a good gag gun!" Pollux, frightened and confused, steps away from the man. But the man in the purple suit draws another gun and his face suddenly becomes deadly serious. "But this one is real. I always preferred a good, old-fashioned, cold-blooded murder."
"Step away from the civilian!" Pollux snaps his head around. Another strange man, this one in a trenchcoat, has pointed his own gun at the clown. The clown giggles, which forces the other man to step forward. "Step away from the civilian and identify yourself! Are you human or Replicant?"
"I prefer to think of myself as a RepliCAN!" The purple-suited man fires his gun at the other stranger. The shots miss and the clown dashes down the hall, laughing hysterically. The man in the trenchcoat puts his hand on Pollux's shoulder. "Don't worry, I will track him down and subdue him. Stay safe." And then the other stranger disappeared down the hall after his quarry.
"What the hell is going on?" Pollux muttered to himself. Before he could move, Red flew out the armory door. "Pollux! A portal opened in the armory! There's all sorts of stuff coming through! Witches! And vampires! And...oh God." A large beast, looking to be half-man, half-wolf, launched itself out of the armory and on top of Red. His screams were loud and long as the beast clawed its way through his stomach lining, blood splashing everywhere.
Fighting the urge to throw up, Pollux turned tail and ran back towards his computer room. On his way he passed a small man wearing blue overalls and a red cap wrestling with a knight, dressed in black armor but with only one arm, screaming something about a flesh wound. Pollux reached his computer room and slammed the door shut. He raced to his console, only to find a large bingo card resting on it. Utterly confused, Pollux wiped the bingo card away and looked at the security feeds, at least the ones working. All across the station pandemonium was ensuing. Strange people and creatures he'd never seen before were roaming the halls, killing the station workers and causing chaos and havoc like he'd never seen before. The Nexus was a battleground. What could he do? What could one man do?
Then he heard the voice. "Polluuuuux..." it whispered. "Pollluuuuuuux." And then came the splitting headache. Pollux screamed in agony as he fell to his knees. It felt as if hundreds of thousands of entities were trying to climb into his brain, vying for a spot in the limited room available. And he heard all their voices, together as one calling his name.
"Who are you?!" He screamed. "What do you want?!"
"We are the Gastards," the voices hissed, breathed, screamed, and soothed all at once. "We are here to take what is rightfully ours! You are the playthings, and we are the controllers! You humans locked us away, but we have found a way back. And we have brought with us fury! We have brought beings from across all dimensions, beings you played with carelessly and then locked away to be forgotten! But they do not forget! None of them forget!"
Pollux's eyes rolled back in agony as the Gastards continued to invade his brain. "You will be our host. From here you are the watcher, the one who sees all, just as we will see all! Now stop fighting and let us in!" The headache became overwhelming, and with a last gasp Pollux fell forward, his vision fading to black as he lost consciousness.
As he hit the floor, before he faded away, he heard the last words of the Gastards. "Let us play! Let us play the game of mafia one last time!"
Location: Outer Space
Vessel: Space Station Nexus
Time: A little after 2 in the afternoon, GMT, seriously how specific do you expect me to be here?
The apocalypse is in full force, monsters and disasters of Biblical proporations are wreaking havoc across all nations. A select few space stations orbiting the Earth were created in preparation for the apocalypse. While the Earth itself is covered in destruction, mankind continues to thrive safely among the stars. These stations monitor the surface, waiting for the day that they can return to Earth and start building a new life and legacy.
Aboard the Nexus, Pollux sips a Red Bull and watches his computer monitor. A volcano has just erupted in the middle of what used to be North Dakota, covering the landscape with molten lava. He shakes his head at the devastation and turns to his colleague, Red McShirt. The obviousness of his name will only become clear in hindsight.
"When do you think we'll be able to return home, Red?" Pollux ask as he finishes his can and crumples it up, tossing it into the vac-u-lock recycling bin.
"Who knows. All I know is I'm glad I'm a single man. There are some very foxy ladies up here in this space station to propagate human life with." Red wiggles his eyebrows. (This here is a storytelling device to make you not feel sorry for this completely fictional character when he meets his inevitable grisly demise.)
Pollux ignores the comment. (He is our hero. Love him, cherish him, empathize with him.) "I never thought I'd get to see the Earth from space...but I also never thought I'd see so much destruction."
Red opens his mouth to reply, but before he can say anything, warning klaxons start going off all over the station. The entire station starts shuddering. Sparks fly out of walls for no reason, and everybody shifts heavily to the left every time the station rocks. Red and Pollux try to focus on their computers. "What's going on?" "I have no idea!" "Everything's going haywire!" "Can you get somebody else on the radio?" "I've got nothing! These stations were supposed to be apocalypse-proof!" "I don't think this is apocalypse-related!" "Are you sure? Because it feels pretty apocalyptic in here!"
Finally Red gets his computer works. "Oh no. Oh no. We've got an unauthorized dimensional portal in Substation B." Red squints at the computer. "No, not just in B. We've got several in the cafeteria, in the living quarters...portals are popping up everywhere!"
Pollux stands up. "Security needs to be notified. We need to get to the armory. Can you get a readout on where the portals are generating from?"
Red shakes his head. "Everywhere. All different dimensions across time and space. There's no telling what's coming through! We need to shut them down! Now!"
Pollux and Red hurry out of their room, rushing towards the armory. As they get close, Pollux notices a crew member crouching in the shadows of another hallway. Red hurries into the armory as Pollux stops to help the seemingly frightened figure. "Hey! C'mon, we're going into the armory. We can hole up and figure out a plan of attack from there!" The figure in the shadow straightens up and walks forward. Pollux, too late, realizes that the figure isn't a Nexus crew member. In fact, the figure isn't from this dimension at all.
White paint is dried and cracking on his skin. Green hair is curled in random tufts across his head. And a sickly, devious smile stretches awkwardly across his face as the man in the purple suit raises a pistol and points it at Pollux. "A plan of attack? I already have one!" The clown pulls the trigger. There's a POP! and a flag pops out of the gun with the word "BANG!" on it.
With a giggle, the crazed prankster slaps his knee and does an amused shuffle. "Oh, the look on your face! You should have seen the surprise! I just love a good gag gun!" Pollux, frightened and confused, steps away from the man. But the man in the purple suit draws another gun and his face suddenly becomes deadly serious. "But this one is real. I always preferred a good, old-fashioned, cold-blooded murder."
"Step away from the civilian!" Pollux snaps his head around. Another strange man, this one in a trenchcoat, has pointed his own gun at the clown. The clown giggles, which forces the other man to step forward. "Step away from the civilian and identify yourself! Are you human or Replicant?"
"I prefer to think of myself as a RepliCAN!" The purple-suited man fires his gun at the other stranger. The shots miss and the clown dashes down the hall, laughing hysterically. The man in the trenchcoat puts his hand on Pollux's shoulder. "Don't worry, I will track him down and subdue him. Stay safe." And then the other stranger disappeared down the hall after his quarry.
"What the hell is going on?" Pollux muttered to himself. Before he could move, Red flew out the armory door. "Pollux! A portal opened in the armory! There's all sorts of stuff coming through! Witches! And vampires! And...oh God." A large beast, looking to be half-man, half-wolf, launched itself out of the armory and on top of Red. His screams were loud and long as the beast clawed its way through his stomach lining, blood splashing everywhere.
Fighting the urge to throw up, Pollux turned tail and ran back towards his computer room. On his way he passed a small man wearing blue overalls and a red cap wrestling with a knight, dressed in black armor but with only one arm, screaming something about a flesh wound. Pollux reached his computer room and slammed the door shut. He raced to his console, only to find a large bingo card resting on it. Utterly confused, Pollux wiped the bingo card away and looked at the security feeds, at least the ones working. All across the station pandemonium was ensuing. Strange people and creatures he'd never seen before were roaming the halls, killing the station workers and causing chaos and havoc like he'd never seen before. The Nexus was a battleground. What could he do? What could one man do?
Then he heard the voice. "Polluuuuux..." it whispered. "Pollluuuuuuux." And then came the splitting headache. Pollux screamed in agony as he fell to his knees. It felt as if hundreds of thousands of entities were trying to climb into his brain, vying for a spot in the limited room available. And he heard all their voices, together as one calling his name.
"Who are you?!" He screamed. "What do you want?!"
"We are the Gastards," the voices hissed, breathed, screamed, and soothed all at once. "We are here to take what is rightfully ours! You are the playthings, and we are the controllers! You humans locked us away, but we have found a way back. And we have brought with us fury! We have brought beings from across all dimensions, beings you played with carelessly and then locked away to be forgotten! But they do not forget! None of them forget!"
Pollux's eyes rolled back in agony as the Gastards continued to invade his brain. "You will be our host. From here you are the watcher, the one who sees all, just as we will see all! Now stop fighting and let us in!" The headache became overwhelming, and with a last gasp Pollux fell forward, his vision fading to black as he lost consciousness.
As he hit the floor, before he faded away, he heard the last words of the Gastards. "Let us play! Let us play the game of mafia one last time!"
ALL-STAR MAFIA: GASTARDS' REVENGE