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Post by DanteMGalileo on Jul 4, 2008 13:29:28 GMT -5
Miles was not having a good night. He would much rather be attending a meeting with Mensa at Crystal Lake, reading Shakespear in French, Latin and English, as well as translating all those languages into German. Instead, he had recieved a vey cryptic ransom note. It read,
[glow=red,2,300]'Dear Miles Feraligatr of the Show Gang,
Find the tomb holding the most decayed remains. Bring it to me in the old abandoned house at the end of the cemetery.
If you don't do it, your yappy flygon buddy gets frozen and your sassy lucario buddy gets fried. Both get eaten by my pet Hellhound after that.
-You know who I am'[/glow]
"Where is that damned tomb with the frickin' remains!?" usually Miles wasn't one to complain, but this night would easily go under his worst. He was dehydrated, tried, and was ready to go insane.
No! He had to remain calm! he would become Gigamiles if he was angry! "Okay Miles, just stay calm, think of Romeo and Juliet, Hamlet, all that other good stuff..."
"Okay, maybe this one should do it!"
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Post by 42zombies on Jul 5, 2008 14:44:26 GMT -5
Inside of the tomb was an unliving, unbreathing corpse, standing a bit taller than Miles and carrying a magical staff. "Hey, what's going on; who're you?" The lich asked. "How dare you interrupt my search for the gold coin I lost?!"
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Post by DanteMGalileo on Jul 5, 2008 16:20:51 GMT -5
Miles growled, almost returning to his species instict. "Listen carefully, you rotted body of a homo sapien, I am trying to find a tomb with the most decayed remains, otherwise my friends Teala and Uziami are going to get fried, froze, then fed to a monster that is easily bigger than both of us combined. Now, if you excuse moi, I have a tomb to find and friends to rescue."
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Post by 42zombies on Jul 5, 2008 17:03:13 GMT -5
"Like I care!" The corpse exclaimed irritably. "I am the lord of the rotting and deceased! I am the king of death and crumbling graves! I am the lord of the tombs known by the fearful name... P!"
The world seemed to be let down a little.
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Post by DanteMGalileo on Jul 5, 2008 17:08:19 GMT -5
The feraligatr was starting to lose his patience. "Listen here, P, if that even is your real name, this randsom note that I have here could have been written by you. If you, where are Teala and Uziami!? Anwser me!"
He was feeling the beast inside him freeing itself from its prison.
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Post by 42zombies on Jul 5, 2008 17:12:25 GMT -5
"I can't write!" P exclaimed. "My eyes are rotted out! It's a bloody wonder I can see at all! You're... some sort of Kobold, right?"
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Post by DanteMGalileo on Jul 5, 2008 17:16:10 GMT -5
"Wrong! Allow me to introduce myself. I am Miles, a feraligatr mutated by a chemical, given an IQ of 5000 and the personality of a scholar... And all who anger me enough face my beast form... Speaking of that, I feel like you're gonna Gigamiles' most recent victim!"
Miles collapsed, feeling his beastly instincts rule over his mutant ones. Gigamiles would be taking over soon.
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Post by 42zombies on Jul 5, 2008 17:19:26 GMT -5
"Ooh, are we playing 'Fight With Monsters'?" P asked excitedly. "Fun! I've been wanting to test out my new, Fourth Edition monsters." P tapped the ground with his staff. It began to rumble.
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Post by DanteMGalileo on Jul 5, 2008 17:35:49 GMT -5
"No. I am about ready to rip you to shred and enjoy every frickin' minute of it."
With that, Miles' spikes, claws and teeth grew sharper, his body started to grow in size, and his eyes lost their usual intellect. "This is only a partial transformation, but it shall do for ripping apart whatever you may send at me."
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Post by 42zombies on Jul 5, 2008 17:46:05 GMT -5
"I'm a lich, boy; it'll be pretty hard for you to kill me for good!" P exclaimed. "Oh, whatever; no point in talking to a Kobold... now, where did I leave that aspect?"
A large, red-skinned, demonic creature creature landed behind Miles. It had the head of a ram with hideous, demonic tusks; two large, leathery wings; goat hooves; and a skull-mace.
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Post by DanteMGalileo on Jul 5, 2008 17:51:20 GMT -5
Miles turned around and faced the hideous beast. "Pfft, I've defeated guys five times your size in my regular form. This will go without a hitch."
He lounged forward, ready to bite.
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Post by 42zombies on Jul 5, 2008 17:53:15 GMT -5
The air around the cretaure seemed to rot the grass and trees. Taking its club, the aspect hit Miles to the ground before growling something in another language.
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Post by DanteMGalileo on Jul 5, 2008 18:06:27 GMT -5
"Hitting me on the snout with a club, eh? That may have defeated me while in my normal form, but not in this form! Prepare to face the wrath of Gigamiles in true form!"
Miles shrunk, but his claws, teeth and spikes grew sharper as his skin turned from blue and yellow to dark navy blue and gray. Red lines formed on his body. The whites of his eyes turned to a lemon yellow and became bloodshot. Finishing off his gruesome transformation was an inhumane roar of challenge.
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Post by 42zombies on Jul 6, 2008 12:14:47 GMT -5
The creature laughed inhumanly, its aura of death weakening everything around it. "A weakling like you dares to face one with such powerful connections to Orcus? YOUR BONES WILL BE GROUND INTO PUDDING!"
The Aspect of Orcus swung its mace at Gigamiles.
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Post by DanteMGalileo on Jul 6, 2008 12:21:30 GMT -5
Gigamiles took another blow to the nose, and it was starting to get angry. "The madder Gigamiles gets, the larger Gigamiles gets and stronger Gigamiles hits!" He grew slightly in size, feeling power flow through his reptillian muscles.
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