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    Weapons and Beer: A Psyblade Adventure

    by V1rus on 12-23-2014 at 08:19 PM
    I am sitting at a bar, half drunk off my ass. Hmm... where am I? I look down at the chaosphere tattoo with the anarchy symbol in it on my left hand. A. Assassin. I am V1rus, and I am drunk.
    Nomad is cleaning a glass on the other side of the bar.
    "Nomadth, you ffucker! Why doncha do shit? We got fuckin' orcs runnin' around and enslaving people and shit! You know how fuckin' limitedth my ppowers are in thisth world?"
    "Hey, bro, I think it's time for you to start drinking some water, or how about dragonfruit juice?"
    "I'll have some water, juice'll ferment in my gut."
    I drink water, and begin to sober up. I am in the town of Denn. Why am I here? Why am I drinking?
    Just then, there is a roar, and an orc the size of an ox falls through the door, with another on top of him, at his throat. I throw two knives in the tops of their heads, and they die instantly. They turn to ash, and little brass automatons pop out from the floor and clean up the mess.
    "Holy shit, man!"
    Another even bigger orc breaks through the wall. "Who in the hell killed my general?"
    I grab the dragonfruit juice and pour the whole thing down my throat. I morph into a huge red dragon and stomp on the orc, crushing him to death under my great paw. I kill two more orcs, one with my breath, and another I toss over a cliff. Then, an orc grabs a little girl, and puts a knife to her throat.
    "Give yourself up, and she lives."
    I morph into human form, and drop all my weapons. The orcs put shackles on my hands and ankles, and lead me to an underground dank dungeon.
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    Death of a Molester (GRAPHIC)

    by V1rus on 12-21-2014 at 08:15 PM
    I find myself running through an underground tunnel. I must be recovering from amnesia. I pull up my HUD. A map of the area floats in front of me, and my target. I am on the astral plane. I hear a boy screaming in terror and pain. I don't remember my name or who I am, all I can feel is pure rage as I sprint down the tunnel toward the scream. I shift through a rusty door, and the scene turns my stomach. A hairy fat man is raping a young boy. I wrap my arm around the man's throat, and yank him back. He coughs and chokes, stumbling backwards. The boy runs away. I plunge my Psi-dagger into his right kidney, and his astral body twitches, and ectoplasm leaks out of the wound. I drop the man to the floor, and cleanse my blade with violet flame.
    The man's physical body has a grand mal seizure. I see his spirit float up out of his body. I slice it in two with my Infernal Sword, and his soul screams in pain and agony. I cast each half into different dimensions. An alarm goes off. Men in uniforms run in the room.
    "Oh my God, the Admiral had a heart attack."
    Then, the see the boy's bloody clothes. "What the fuck?"
    I spit on the dead body, and teleport back to the Black Pyramid.
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    PsyHacking the Pedophile Ring (GRAPHIC)

    by V1rus on 12-21-2014 at 01:17 PM
    I am disoriented. I pull up my HUD. I'm getting a ring. It's Nomad. "Virus, we have a target in range. We have a lock on him."
    I am on some strange desert landscape. Mars. I breathe. This is a dream, no, I am on the astral plane. I see the Martian soil at my feet.
    "He's asleep in the colony," Nomad says. He downloads me his coordinates. I type them into my holo-keyboard, and teleport to the pedophile's location.
    I am in a room made of what looks like platinum. There is a sweaty fat man sleeping here. I shoot an astral tendril to his brain. What I see horrifies me. “Nomad, we have verification.”
    I open a pouch on my belt, and toss three beetle robots on to him. They latch on to his pineal gland, heart, and spinal cord. Program: Terror/Fear. The beetles twitch and vibrate, and the pedophile whines in his sleep. I smell the stench of urine, and suddenly he sits up in bed, screaming. He turns and looks at me. I morph into a fiery angel, and lunge forward, slamming his head against the wall. I begin to choke him, he gags. I hear him asking, “How can an angel kill me?”
    “Virus, Abort Mission, you have a literal army of spooks coming your way.”
    “No, fuck them.”
    “Dammit, Virus!”
    Nomad opens a portal on the side of me, and the spooks open one behind me and yank me through. I feel pain in my head, then black out. I awake strapped to a table. I try to teleport out. I can’t.
    “We have ways of trapping your astral body, Mr. Virus. You thought it not possible? And now, witness.”
    I am in a large white room, like a medical room for students to look down and watch a surgery. The spook clacks some pliers he picks up off a table. “Damn you psycho Agents! Can’t you see you are slaves?”
    “You are the slave, we are the masters!” Then this man dressed as a doctor clenches down on my testicles with the pliers, and twists them. I scream in pain, I can’t block it out.
    “You want to kill people in the real world through your “astral hacks” as you call them? How does it feel for your astral body to be held captive by us?” A portal opens behind the “doctor” and a hand yanks him through. Multiples portals open, and people wearing Guy Fawkes masks unload mind bullets into the Agents. They slice through my bonds with a psi blade, then we portal back the The Black Pyramid. I am taken to the Healing Room. I lie on a large bed. I feel nauseous, and pass out.
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    Into the Looking Glass, A Psyblade Adventure

    by V1rus on 12-20-2014 at 12:10 AM
    I am standing in front of a free standing mirror, looking at myself. I think about Nomad's game. I look kind of boring in jeans, with no shirt, barefoot. I transform into a warlock assassin in all red with a hood, staff, chain, daggers, and throwing knives. My crow, Sir Darkness, sits on my shoulder. I look at the mirror, I say, "Take me to Denn!" and it shows me a lovely deciduous forest with birch trees in the late summer afternoon. I step through, and it feels kind of like sticky soap.

    I am in that forest, and I hear a babbling brook nearby. Bird sing, and I smell some sweet wildflowers. Honeysuckle? Sir Darkness makes a low growling sound. Suddenly, a scream, and orc garble. I rush toward the sound. I see a large orc standing over a woman holding a baby, scrambling away after stumbling. The orc is threatening her with a warhammer. I shout at him to distract him, and release three throwing knives at the same time as he turns to look at me. One hits him in the forehead, one in the heart, and one in the groin. Dead. The woman bawls, thank you. I summon Thunder, my black and red Clydesdale war horse, and place her on the horse, and we ride to the town of Denn. Along the way she tells me her name is Essence, and her husband was killed by an orc tax collector. “How are the orcs ruling over you?”
    “After the war, as part of the treaty that was signed was that the Orcs would get Denn and the surrounding land. Since their rule, they have been starving us to death with taxes, and they murder us if we say anything they don’t like. They taxed us until we had no gold, then no silver, and now they are taxing our food. They take over half of everything we grow, and people are beginning to starve!” As we crest a large hill to begin out descent into Denn, Essence gasps. The town below is swarming with orcs. What? They’re fighting each other. Apparently, there are two factions: one has a banner with an orc head with a bloody human arm hanging out of his mouth. The other faction has a banner with an orc holding a tiny human upside down, and gold falling out of the human’s pockets. I later learned one faction is called The Golden Horde, and the other one: Sons of Devour. Humans are fleeing for their lives in all directions, and others are imprisoned in stocks on a stage, and some in bonds.
    Suddenly, a horn blasts, and the battle is over. The Devour Faction has the Mayor, who is the Chief of the Golden Horde, captive. They force him on to the slave market stage, and the Chief of the Devour Faction shouts, “The Great King and Lord Orc, descended from the Sun, spits upon your very soul. Thou art weak, so now you will be culled. Bind him to the ritual table!” A table is brought on stage the color of old blood. They tie him down.
    “And now, brothers, we feast upon the flesh of the weak! The Urth will be purged of this dross!” The Devour orcs leap upon the chief and eat him alive, beginning with his guts. The scene is gruesome. Just then a group of five small orcs leap on to the stage and attack the Devour Chief. One attacks his torso, another his legs, another his arms, another his head, then they slit his throat, and disappear into the crowd in the ensuing madness. The Golden Horde turns the tide of battle with their war machines and superior weapons and armor. They drive the Sons of Devour out of the Denn, and capture the rest. They shackle the other orcs and proclaim they must work as slaves next to humans for the punishment of revolting. I hear a snuffling… A scout orc pops up from a bush, and I throw a knife into his forehead.
    “We need to move, they’re on to us.”
    “There’s a safe place, a secret place for us to hide, the people of Denn. Hopefully everyone that ran away made it. I will show you the way. I cast a spell of Mist over us to veil our journey. She tells me she grew up with stories of legendary heroes that would arrive in Denn from another world, and keep the people safe. “Well, those are just children’s tales. But, maybe they’re true. You’re here. What kind of powers do you have?”
    “My powers are limited, sister, yet I do have some control over elements, and am trained in the ways of the Shadow Warriors of Nod.” We stop, and she says the trees here are a magical illusion, ride through. We do, and we are in a refugee camp, deep in the forest. People are arming up, eating, cooking, tending to wounds, treating the sick, gathering water and wood, and building fires.
    “Welcome, Essence!” a guard says.
    “Hello, Johann, this good sir, is…”
    “Azoth. Well met, Johann.”
    “He rescued me from a tax collector in the forest, then we saw the orcs’ battle, and so everyone fled that could, and the rest are in chains. I’m so scared.”
    “Yes, Essence, the situation is dire, but first, let us get you and your baby some shelter, water, food, and a nice fire going. We are protected by a magical shield here. You need to rest.”
    Some of the older women escorted her away. The guard looked at me scrutinizingly. “Big war horse, raven on the shoulder, you’re a Traveller. Haven’t seen one of you in these parts in a long time.”
    “Yes. I’m a friend of Nomad.”
    “The Bartender? Great storyteller that one. Doesn’t really seem to care much of what happens in Denn, and for that, I don’t really trust him. I don’t like how he serves to humans and orcs alike, disgusting, really.”
    “Hmm.”
    “ I suppose you’d like to see our Weapon Shop?”

    Updated 12-20-2014 at 09:26 AM by V1rus

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    Serpents of the Black Pyramid

    by V1rus on 12-19-2014 at 12:59 PM
    [I]I had smoked some Mugwort through my double honeycomb perc ice piece to make my dreams more lucid.[/I] Next thing I remember after lying in bed, is doing pushups. What? Where am I? In dreams? 49... 50! I look at my hands, looks solid. I look down at my chaos star tattoo on my hand, and laugh about how me and Nomad said it's our gang tattoo. It's glowing. I'm dreaming. I am in a Japanese house near Mount Fuji. I am a ninja, and I work for the ronin, Nomad.
    I want to change the scenario. I sit down, and focus on The Black Pyramid. I am suddenly there, in a desert somewhere in Antarctica? But, then, there's jungle, and a great black pyramid with a golden 23 on it. I teleport inside, and my comrades are there, all ov us in our magickal assassin robes, armed with magickal staffs and daggers. We are priests, the Serpents of the Black Pyramid. We are in a great temple chamber, and they prepare a magickal transport vessel of pure gold for me to astral project out of. We do a slow long ritual chanting to the gods of darkness and death. We walk around the transport vessel to swirl our energy. I take a drink from a bowl which is passed to me of some hallucinogen. It tastes like dirt. I climb into the transport vessel, and close my eyes. They close the lid, and I open my eyes. Pure darkness, but air is flowing in and out. The begin to fill it with very salty water, and I begin to float up. I float through the Pyramid, and to the Land of Chaos, to the Temple of Chaos. Everything is green and beautiful. I climb strange winding white steps to a Greek style Temple of Eris. Eris is sitting at front smiling at me knowingly. I wake up.
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