LO Vulcan Audition Epilogue P1Vulcan's sleep was troubled that night as always. He dreamt of his hallucinated war scene time and time again. The sound of bombs and rifles and screams echoed through his mind. He awoke exhausted and miserable. It was midday and the air was still as ever. Small and large forms were shuffling around the city below. Vulcan blinked hard and scrutinized the jostling shapes. He picked out a red creature with a strange dragon-like head, trailed by a flitting blue bird. Looks dangerous, he mused. A small green lizard was crawling along the side of a building, boldly scurrying along. On a rooftop was the strangest creature he had seen yet- a wolf that looked like something straight out of a horror film with fine stitches holding its body together. To its side was a small creature that seemed to be the product of crossing a rabbit with a snake's fangs, staring timidly at his claws. He returned the gaze curiously and it glanced away. How rude.
He stretched out on the warm rooftop
Sit Up and Listen.You are in a dimly lit room, at least fifteen feet square. No door breaches the cold walls and but a single window lights the space. It seems to be late evening, judging by the orange-purple hues. You are incorporeal and invisible- a dream, perhaps? A dark form sits in a corner, staring out upon the world with triple-pupilled eyes. Despite your invisible form, it rises and begins to speak.
Hello, friend. I have much to tell you. Sit up and listen, for I shan't repeat myself.
The light becomes dimmer and the room grows cold.
I have spent many years of my life wandering a void. A void of the imagination, if you will. I have seen things- terrible sights, wonderful images- all blended together in dreamscape. I have learnt much from these phantoms who haunt my mind.
I have seen the black void itself. The border of life and death. I have been placed upon its edge and refused to give up, always struggling against the tide. Yet I understand the inevitable. I cannot escape it any
LO Vulcan Audition P5Vulcan padded away silently, cloaking in the night's shadow. Overhead he discerned the occasional scuffling noise as small creatures scurried along the great vines and creepers that straddled the crumbling concrete monoliths. Low growls permeated the city with the occasional scream of pain cutting through the noise. A primal city, mused Vulcan. He liked this greatly. The city was isolated from the irritating government soldiers and their foolish antics. It was a savage world left to itself.
With a modicum of searching he came across a well concealed doorway buried under a veritable mountain of steel rebar and concrete. He wormed his way through a narrow breach and found himself in the stairwell of a moderately tall building. Vulcan ascended to the roof and searched the building for life. There was little save for small rabbit-like creatures cowering in the alcoves, so he sprawled out in a corner and quickly fell asleep.
Things were getting interesting.
Morning dawned as Vulcan a
LO Vulcan Audition P4Doom's form ceased wavering in the darkness, permitting Vulcan to discern her form. She was a rather pretty dark gray lynx-like creature with large eyes and unnaturally wicked-looking talons. Vulcan held his ground and glared at Doom, picking out his strategy. Her form resumed its shadowy waves, giving Doom the appearance of disappearing into the night itself. Like Gatling does, his mind deduced.
Doom broke the silence with a bloodcurdling snarl and lunged at Vulcan. He stepped to the side, her claws gashing the surface of his scarred hide. Wasting not a moment he landed a glancing blow to her shoulder as she turned to strike. The impact failed to faze her and she lashed out at his muzzle with a pair of claws. He leapt back as the razor-fine blades sliced the air. Vulcan faded into the darkness and struck at her flank, leaving a trio of gashes. Doom backpedaled a step and the battle shifted to a lighter patch of ground, causing Vulcan's camouflage to falter- his visage began tra
A TF2 Tale of Mystery and HatsOne fine day the Engineer was enjoying a delicious cup of coffee when the entire GRN team appeared from 3fort and requested a Dispenser. But then they all ragequitted as the enemy team switched to Natascha Heavies. As the Heavies stood in their spawn room they had a boxing match. Highly offended, the Spy disguised as Robin Walker and set their hats on fire. Much crying followed. Putting on his man face, the Odd Scout stared at the Heavies, causing them to explode into candy. The Odd Scout was then banned after uttering "YOU SUCK" (Reason: "LOLOL NO CUSSING"). The non-odd Scout developed a sudden love for the Jonas Brothers and Twilight. Synphurr promptly deleted the Scout. The Soldier then threw a Master Ball at Snyphurr, causing him to utter "PISS" before being caught. As a result, double rainbows erupted from the cp_steel rocket silo, causing the Odd Scout, who had just rejoined, to cry. This deleted ctf_3fort from TF2. The deletion of 3fort greatly saddened the Sewer Medic, who dema
LO Vulcan Audition P3A shadow darted off into the distance as if relieved to pull away from Vulcan's presence. It returned a minute later with one of the orange beasts following it in a stupor. The creature was far taller than Vulcan and seemed unfazed by his presence. The shadow twisted around it and dove into its nostrils, taking over the creature's mind. It roared and charged at Vulcan. He deftly avoided its trampling rush and wrapped his talons around its ankle. With a powerful heave he threw the creature off balance, causing it to trip. It smashed into the still-warm earth with a dreadful crunch as Vulcan leapt in for the kill. He jumped on to its back, clawed up the beast's spine, and cut a gaping gash into its neck. The creature gave out a painful roar and tried to heave Vulcan off. He held on tenaciously and slashed again, deepening the wound. The beast bled profusely and soon struggled to move, weakened by blood loss. With the upper hand in his grasp, Vulcan jumped off and stabbed the creat