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Post by Contagion on Feb 6, 2017 10:54:58 GMT
Resting in the center most point of Planet Kanassa was a monolith of a structure known as the 'All Seeing Tower.' It was a place that was said to overlook the entire planet and given it's height alone such an outlandish claim was actually believable, given it's age in the mostly diverse and high tech planet it's cultural significance was clear. Nestled at the very top of this mighty structure was the leaders of Kanassa known only as: "The Council of Three." They were the most powerful seers on the planet and they were charged with watching over it, often using their powers to prevent catastrophe. Yet due to the inconsistencies between them, it often was debated WHICH catastrophe they had to prepare for... "I CAN SEE THE FUTURE!" One of the elders shouted in a blustering manner with the flap of his thick lips. "We must increase the funds for our hospitals! A disease is coming!" He shouted, slamming his staff against the floor. "We must prepare! Alert the citizens!" He concluded, shaking his staff for good measure. "I TOO CAN SEE THE FUTURE!" The second elder argued slamming a palm on the table. "We are to be invaded! We must ready the soldiers for war!" He snapped, slamming his fist against the table. "We must prepare! Alert the citizens!" He crossed his arms and nodded his head once like a wise old sage. "WE ARE ALL GOING TO DIE!" Cried the final seer as he slapped both hands against his face in pure terror. "W-We need to run! Evacuate! We can't just sit here! We need to go!" He said standing up only to be grabbed by the first Elder. "W-we must prepare! Alert the citizens!" He yelped as he was forcefully sat back down. As they argued with one another on who had the right vision, a soldier would burst in winded. "E-Elders! There is a demon outside coming toward the Tower! How should we respond?!" "Scramble the guard!" All three of them responded.
A malformed figure of ivory spines and abyssal eyes took a step toward the building. It's clawed hands hung low towards the ground. The weighted skeleton it wore had made it hard for the amalgam to move but with each trudging step it moved closer and closer to the tower. "Hoooowww piiitttiiiffuuullll...." The creature known as Contagion cooed as he looked up to see hordes of soldiers piling out of the tower's entrance to halt his progress. "To have such an amazing ability but to waste it on such a flimsy, simple minded race is criminal. What god would bestow these cretiiinnnssss with such blessing?!" He questioned with a venemous hiss as he stood up straight. His eyes sparked with a sort of sadistic glee as he outstretched his arms. "We....Will....Claaaaiiimmmm this planet...." He hissed. "It's secrets...Will be ours." He laughed as his tendrils exploded out of his back. Though unknown to the guards... SOMETHING had already slithered into the tower. As the Elders argued among themselves SOMETHING was approaching them.
Contagion's Weighted PL: 2638 ? ? ? PL: 2 Planet will be claimed by SCAR in 72 hours. |
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Post by Deleted on Feb 6, 2017 11:16:16 GMT
PL: 275,070 Ki Suppress: 1 The woman had made a straight line for Kanassa. With ki suppression and shapeshifting Noxa had little to no trouble blending in with the population, although her mannerisms were still severely lacking. It was hard to blend in with a population that caused all of her senses to crawl with disgust.
Instead she hid away, awaiting the arrival of something that made all of her senses crawl with something a bit more insidious.
It wasn’t long after Contagion’s arrival that his guard dog found itself making her way to him.
As the one and only version of her boss approached the building, a blatantly out-of-place figure floated behind him. Eyes shut, Noxa, in the shape of an a holy woman, slept — something she hadn’t done since her departure from Earth.
She was only here to provide security; any dangerous spikes in power level would wake her; any threats would be dealt with as ordered.
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Post by Contagion on Feb 7, 2017 0:34:34 GMT
"RAARGH!" The beast telepathiclly snarled as his tendril raked across the chest of the first soldier. The alien's eyes shot open in alarm and he choked out in agony. A spray of fresh blood escaped his wound as he collapsed mid charge and slid against the concrete. With a triumphant chortle, the amalgam slammed his foot against the downed soldier's skull and dug his claws into tye side of his head.
"Whaaaaattt a booorrreee." Contagion hissed while grinding his heel into the side of the soldier's head. "If this is what I am to expect it is no wonder your race has been attacked by the saiyans soooo maaannnnyyy tiiimmmeeesss." He let out a high pitched, multi-tonal screech as he kicked the lifeless body aside sending it rolling. He looked up to the remaining soldiers slowly as the blood of their comrade started to seep into his skin.
"Even my associate slumbers as you all scurry to try and face the inevitible!" He taunted one of his many eyes casting a sideways glance to the 'holy woman' as she napped. "Such a pooooor preformance..." He half wheezed half laughed as his tendrils began to flail with ominous intent.
Two soldiers stood before the invaders. Each bit thier lips as they tried to think of what to do. When suddebly, one of them called out and fired a blast of Ki towards the nun's way "I won't be made a fool of!" The headstrong guard called out inspiring his friend to fire as well.
"Noxa. Look alive." Contagion's telepathic vo9ce clawed into her mind as he lowered his stance and prepared to lunge at the two.
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Elsewhere, the elders continued to bicker over the attack, each of them having different views on how the outcome would play out. As they fought however, SOMETHING would steadily drio and pool outside their door.
"Silence! Do you hear that?" One of the councilmen cried out ceasing the bickering as each of them listened intently.
Drip...Drip...Drip...
Their gaze turned downward to see the ivory pool of goo forcong it's way under the door.
"What is tha-"
A tendril ripped from the pool and impaled the elder seer through his open mouth. Blood splashed on the remaining councilmen as the sharp, asymettrical form of Contagion rose from the pool. The meiotic copy took a step forward while drawing the pool of sludge into his form. He looked up to the two and gnashed hos chest mandibles in glee.
"...Good evening...Gentlemen."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 8, 2017 0:48:29 GMT
The upright slumber wasn’t disturbed, despite the chaos erupting about. Contagion’s raspy voice did little to wake up the woman, but the quality of his voice slipped into her dreams; it made her slumber uneasy.
Behind the perfect posture and closed eyes, there was turmoil.
Recent events refused to let go. As if being punished, Noxa’s dreams only brought her memories of a planet she could no longer return to. In her dreams, she re-visited some of the most meaningful moments of her life. Her battle against Plato; every moment with Shemha; her hunt of Dirty Dan; her confrontation with Celmaru, which pushed her to a new height of power; her rampage against Tekuma and Kazar. With every memory that came, there too was a sensation she grew familiar with — that she came to love. The cool drumming of rain against her skin.
The very last memory — the strongest memory — also came laced with rain, though the sensation it brought was far from pleasant. Intensely rubber-banding rage, the taste of defeat, and resentment for accepting mercy only served to ruin all the pleasure to be gained from that monsoon — which was very possibly the last storm Noxa would ever experience. That possibility irked her to a point where it was almost painful.
A swift, sudden motion tore her veil, revealing the sharp, scarlet nest of writhing hair. In an instant her black, yellow eyes opened; Noxa watched as a vermillion vine slowly finished passing through the center of the soldier's ki blast, cutting it in half, sending about a shower of golden sparks that danced in the air. The motion had been slow, and smooth, as Noxa perceived it with all the time in the world. The two spherical domes continued in their motion, each now veering slightly away from one another. Their brightness swelled, and in a moment’s notice, Noxa’s form was engulfed in their explosion.
Noxa’s power had been suppressed so low that even that ki blast’s explosion dwarfed it. Dust and debris were kicked up as though a grenade had gone off. As wind stripped away the veil, it reveald a dark core at its center. A tangible, liquid darkness was where the woman had been — a barrier of opaque, black ki.
The darkness withered away, leaving behind the woman’s pure form, with a few little vestiges of her singed holy garments disintegrating as they fell to the floor. It was anyone’s guess as to it was the barrier or the soldier's attack that had ruined her garments. Her talon, gauntlet-clad fingers ran through her hair as the woman sighed, eyes fixing on her attacker.
Noxa wasn’t sure whether to be thankful he broke her dream just as it was turning unpleasant, or annoyed that he ceased her rest and attacked her commander.
By the time her knee had been firmly planted through the attacker’s abdomen it was clear which choice Noxa had picked. Her blow sent the fishman hurling into the sky, while a thick tendril rushed towards his friend in an attempt to grip his ankle. If both the strike and the grab followed through, Noxa would launch her second prey up, before skewering both men through the chest with her hair, looping that piercing strand around their bodies to make sure they wouldn’t go anywhere.
The woman, then approached Contagion — assuming that they had handled the more immediate threat, before asking him a dire question that had only now surfaced:
“Do you like Steckerlfisch?”
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Post by Contagion on Feb 8, 2017 4:29:27 GMT
Contagion outstretched his arms as he basked in the aftermath of Noxa's bloody counter attack. His void like eyes shut as his maw growing from his chest let out a ragged sigh with it's mandibles clicking their bony blades against each other to create an almost metallic ringing sound. He spread his claws wide as if he we trying to embrace the very atmosphere around them. "Ahhhh caaaann yooooouuu feeeeeellll itttt..." His rumbling mental tone pulsed through the air as he began to sway his body from the left and to the right. "The agony...The terror...The regret... They all radiate it with it, as do all lesssserrr life forms when they are stomped out." He lowered his arms and closed his eyes as he hunched over into his familiar stance. "It's...B E A U T I F U L." His eyes shot open as he lurched back and ripped his arms through the air and to his sides. He let out a multitonal hiss as his body sudden broke and shifted into an even more monstrous form. His two 'main' eyes clustered and shifted to form thousands of tiny bead like eyes, his back exploded with eight insectile legs (each holding a very deadly edge) and his chest elongated and enlarged it's 'teeth' to form a deadly cage which now housed a wide eye. "BEAUTIFULBEAUTIFULBEAUTIFULBEAUTIFULBEAUTIFULBEAUTIFULBEAUTIFULBEAUTIFULBEAUTIFULBEAUTIFULBEAUTIFULBEAUTIFULBEAUTIFUL" His voice droned on as the eight arms began to work, each moving to impale soldier and innocent alike only to pull them to his maw so he could tear them asunder. He'd spit out the red mist of blood seconds later, coating his own body in it. "Aaaahhh" He shuddered, letting the blood seep and absorb into his body. "To answer your question Noxa... These are just the appetizers! Though I do enjoy the succulent taste. The real course... Well...That's inside."
Contagion reeled in the body of the first elder and turned his entire body into a slathering maw of dark green saliva and black teeth. Before the seers could even foresee his horrible fate his maw snapped around him creating a crunch that would linger in their minds for the last few seconds of their lives. The pensive, fear prone elder let out a cry and hit the ground holding his head as he broke down into sheer terror. The more battle hardened and war torn elder stood his ground and began charging a storm of ki. "I foresee a swift death!" The man cried, igniting his hand with a ki blade. He roared out as he dashed toward the monster. Contagion's telepathic cackle assaulted their ears as he reverted his form and met the sword bearer with a blade constructed out of his own flesh. The two got into a 'sword lock' for a moment and it looked as if the general was to hold his ground. He growled down at the short monstrosity but let out a gasp as his sides were suddenly punctured by the beast's mandibles. "Swift indeeeeeed." He chortled as he suddenly wrapped his body around the elder and entombed his body within his gooey confines. After a few seconds of desperate struggling the second elder would dissolve into Contagion's flesh. The amalgam sighed in bliss before looking down to the final Elder. "P-please!" The cowardly fishman begged, holding his hands up. "Please don't kill me! I'll surrender the planet! I-I'll give you anything please! Ple-ACKGUH" With the slit of his throat, he'd collapse. With manic laugh, the amalgam would approach his body and grasp his head to lift his corpse up.
"YES! I'VE DONE IT!" Contagion cried out his hands balling into fists as he reverted back to his normal form. "I've absorbed the elders into my body and there is nothing they can do!" He held his hands in front of his eyes as he felt a unique power overflow in him. "Yes! It is as I suspected! The changes are already taking place!" He laughed, the high of success swirling in his mind. "Now...This rock is of no use to me. I cannot risk anyone exploiting the gifts of the Kanassan's to their advantage either. They need to be silenced. Permanently." He clenched his fists, causing his knuckles to pop audibly, before looking up to Noxa. "Noxaaaa..." "Wipe this pathetic planet from the face of the galaxy."
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Post by Dr. Breech on Feb 9, 2017 1:28:46 GMT
[Thread PL: 73,119 | Resillium Core (x6P) Active! PL: 438,714 | Limiter Earrings (Medium Weights) Equipped! Weighted PL: 219,357!]
The massive warship of S.C.A.R cuts through the blackness of space harshly, like a cleaver through flesh. Breech stands silent at the helm, his eyes locked on the planet he was speeding towards. Kanassa was known by some as a planet of seers, and by others as a nuthouse. Either way, Zucceta saw it fit for sapping with her grand tree a few months ago. The tales Breech had heard of this tree were bone-chilling; simply planting the devious seed would suck the life force from the heart of the planet, before eventually it ceased to be able to provide any nutrients to the tree. Now, however, the planet was back to full form. As the ship enters the atmosphere of Kanassa, Breech steps away from the flight deck, his metallic feet echoing through the empty halls of the massive ship. The lights are dim in the massive store room as he walks through it. Normally, dozens upon dozens of Cycloid warriors would be stationed here, dormant and ready to deploy. Breech had decided to leave them behind on Konats, however. If someone decided to try and claim their home, the Cycloids would be needed to keep the peace, as well as fight off the invading force. The Doctor's ship began to slow down as the capital city came into view. Two Ki signatures were already rampaging through the palace, and it seemed that Contagion was enjoying a delicious meal. Breech chuckled to himself as the ship hovered above the palace. He clicked a button, and a set of large speakers appeared on the underbelly of the deep green ship. "Son of Sithis! Judging by your elation, I can only assume your mission was a rousing success. I'll await here with the ship, in case any... Undesirables appear."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 11, 2017 6:43:00 GMT
Noxa watched Contagion from a distance.
All she did was ask him if he liked Steckerlfisch, and the dude was losing his mind — relishing on all the agony and terror they were creating. Going as far as to change his form to create more fear, despite the fact the new form likely wouldn’t result in any kind of power advantage. Or, at least, none that Noxa could sense.
If she wasn’t following him as a supreme chancellor the woman would’ve simply taken a few steps back and lingered just slightly out of frame. She wasn’t paid to deal with crazy.
Noxa looked back at the men she had earlier impaled. They squirmed as they bled out. Noxa watched with intent, admiring their will to live — the same drive that had been written into every cell of every biological organism. Despite the fact these civilized soldiers fought for people other than themselves — much like the heroes of Earth — they were still bound by the law of nature. There was a sense of satisfaction within Noxa; as she recently learned, she wasn’t at the absolute summit of the food chain, but she was high enough to be able to relish this meal.
It seemed even the heretical ones that went against survival of the fittest weren’t exempt from its absolute reality. Noxa wished she could have made that point on Earth, to all the obstacles that showed up, but none the less she had been overwhelmed.
Her eyes turned away from skewered prey, and back to her commander. He declared that their true target had been inside the tower. The woman wasn’t entirely sure what he meant, but Contagion soon began to thrill himself — declaring he ‘absorbed’ the Elders.
Over her shoulder, the woman felt the approach of a ship, which heralded a vaguely familiar voice. In a moment, her memory was jogged, and she was able to pluck the name that matched the tone — Dr. Breech, the man who taught Noxa how to bow. A face to face meeting with both of the higher ups of SCAR. Fantastic.
She could have sworn Dr. Katsu had mentioned there was a trinity of leaders. She could only wonder where the third was, and when she would get to meet him.
Her thoughts were shattered as a truly bizarre order was shot her way — and the words blindsided her like a stray bullet.
“Wipe this pathetic planet from the face of the galaxy”
The woman’s gaze lingered on Contagion after the order had been issued, a prolonged silence breeding between them. Her face, as it often was, had been relaxed and devoid of emotional traces. The virago wasn’t sure what to make of that order; she had never destroyed a planet... She had been given a skill made to carry out just a deed, of course, but… Did she really pack the punch needed to do something like that?
Despite her uncertainty, Noxa gave a short nod. She would have vocalized her begrudging willingness to go through with this, but even through her acceptance, there was plenty of doubt.
“Go back to the ship.” Noxa instructed Contagion, “I don’t want you to get caught in the crossfire, Chancellor Contagion.”
Noxa had a true enmity towards certain civilizations, like humanity. She despised the hypocrisy they bred. Humans were willing to play by the rules of nature only up until the point where their lives were endangered; they would slaughter to eat, but they abhorred the idea that they themselves were still fair game. They always wanted to play, but never wanted to lose.
She had been here for only a short while; she hadn’t spent enough time with this civilization to find out what they were like… But considering the approaching armies that closed in on her she had a feeling they still shared the same care-bear mentality as the humans. That was enough of a reason for Noxa to cleanse the planet, but… Outright erase the entire biosphere?
It wasn’t morality that caused the woman to pause, but something else altogether. Noxa hailed natural order as sacred; would she be flying in the face of evolution by erasing an entire world and all species that could ever come from it? Or claiming ultimate superiority?
If this were Earth, she would never destroy it. Earth, from what she had experienced, was one of a kind. It was a giant, beautiful playground filled with countless life forms that all accepted and lived blissfully under the acceptance that they would consume and one day be consumed. All the life Earth harbored was an antonym to Zilyana — a dead desert world.
This place, was just like Zilyana. It was bland, full of nothingness; it had the same monotonous spatial language as a desert. It, too, had just about as little bio diversity.
And that was where Noxa’s mind was made up. This planet had eons to give birth and live up to the glory that was Earth. It didn’t. It was a failure. By nature’s decree, failures were meant to be erased.
It was her job to end.
Her metallic heels parted from the ground, as her body slowly began to rise into the air. Noxa’s power, too, began to scale back to a larger degree. Once it settled onto something comparable to the power that Retsu harbored when he first demonstrated the Death Ball, Noxa found a vine moving out from within the scarlet mane, its half-heart shaped tip pointing skyward as a bright coin-sized sphere began to glow.
It, much like Noxa’s own aura, grew darker as the second passed, while the initial glow was pushed to the edges of the sphere, acting as a red contour, which soon began to spark irregular status of the same bloody color.
As Noxa rose into the sky, the ball eventually began to fade away; Noxa recalling her energy as she wondered something: what kind of power would it take to erase a planet? She was well aware that Retsu’s attack was capable of ‘destroying’ a planet — but what of something that wasn’t a ‘Death Ball’?
The woman, who by now was thousands of feet into the atmosphere, narrowed her eyes. Instead of going the proven route, she was going to experiment. Her body tilted so that the woman faced the planet below; her legs spread, as her arms pulled close to her body, elbows pressed up against her ribs and each bawled fist facing out from either side of her body at a 45-degree angle.
The vantablack aura that had gently licked at her outlines began to grow agitated as Noxa’s power was fully unsuppressed. As her duo-layered aura blossomed, giving birth to a violent wind that began wreaking havoc on the planet below. For once, Noxa’s focus wasn’t easily broken; even at the quaking atmosphere her power continued to gather.
All of Noxa’s ki began to concentrate in her lungs; which began to swell with oxygen and power, much like every other muscle tissue as the Bio enacted her very own bastardization of the Ro’Shi form.
[UT] Ki Setting: 50,000 PL
[SPECIAL] Death Ball began forming, but was recalled as Noxa had a different idea.
[DEATH BALL RECALLED]
[UT] Ki Setting released
[UT] No'Va Active; Power level split 9,627,450 ; 8,527,170
[MP3] Louder Than Words Began charging at 9,627,450 Charging to erase Kanassa from the galactic map. DE Re-Opened
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Post by Contagion on Feb 13, 2017 7:54:15 GMT
Contagion lowered his arms when a realization hit him, Breech was here with the warship, the playing field was much different now that he thought of it. "Rescind that order Noxa...You've done your part." He simply said taking a step toward the carnage he had caused. He stood in the center of the battlefield and held a hand up. Upon flicking two fingers toward himself, the liquid form of his meiotic split would surge from the tower's entrance and recombine with Contagion's body. He let out a shaky exhale as he felt his new swell of power mix into him. He panted, his body cracking into place once more before he stood tall. "Your time with SCAR is at an end. I don't care what you do so long as it doesn't involve us. Go spread your brand of beauty throughout the cosmos." He cooed, eyes narrowing on the girl. As she made her exit, Contagion would look up to the warship and send a telepathic pulse to Dr.Breech. "Breech. This planet could be useful to us in some manner. Though it seems to have a bit of an infestation." He crossed his arms and lowered his gaze to the cowering civilians. "Bring some cycloidssss Lets rub out this pathetic race!" He snarled, eyes narrowing as he let his bladed tendrils whip around his form dangerously.
Regardless of how Breech would respond, Contagion would launch forward into the nearest town. His dark gaze haunted the future vision of the innocents before it became a reality to them. With a multi tonal cackle, Contagion would make them feel his biological weapons rip through their feeble forms. "WEAK! INFERIOR! PATHETIC!" He screamed out with reckless abandon as he used his claws to tear one of the aliens asunder. He leaned back bathing in the blood only to absorb it seconds later. It wasn't enough to satisfy him though. For too long he held himself back and now in the safety of obscurity he would indulge his sadistic desires that hounded him so.
"Your inferiority is disgusting and ugly! YOU HOLD NO PLACE IN MY PERFECT WORLD!" He snarled, as his mind turned more and more bestial by the second. One by one, people would scramble and try to fight only to be ravaged by the monstrous amalgam. He bit, snapped, and clawed till the the town ran red with the blood of the innocent. He had become unhinged and in his lust for blood and chaos he started on his dark design.
Town by town, he was going to kill everything. By committing planetary genocide: the disease that was known as Contagion would take it's first steps in festering and rotting out the universe. The denizens of Kanassa were merely the first to suffer his infection.
Clock Reset (again) Trying to genocide the Kanassans
Contagion A and B merged
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Post by Dr. Breech on Feb 15, 2017 3:54:54 GMT
Breeches eyes narrowed as Contagion called off his destruction of Kanassa. It seemed the amalgam had bigger plans for the rock. He wanted to exterminate every living beast on the planet instead. A much more arduous task, but doable nonetheless. Breech nodded to himself at Contagion's command, and with the click of a button, a set of hatches opened up on the underside of the ship.
Large, bulky machines would be shot out of the hatches, smashing into the ground below with immense speed. There were dozens of them, and after a brief moment of self-activation, the intimidating Cycloids would roll out. They followed Contagion diligently, destroying everything and anything in their path. Soon enough, the entire population would be wiped out, save for some lucky few evacuees.
"Such an interesting race. They possess the ability to see their future, and are paralyzed because of it. Perhaps some of them would fare better without the gift."
Breech placed his hands behind his back, watching from his ship with interest. Contagion could handle this with the help of the Cycloids, surely.
Five Cycloids have dropped into the thread (along with some flavor Cycloids)
Cycloid PL: 5,000
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Post by Contagion on Feb 15, 2017 5:57:38 GMT
As Contagion sprint forward, his eyes would shoot open in his crazed obsession with destruction. His gaping maw began to salivate and his eyes began to water with anticipation as he ran forward with heavy steps. His upper body was curled forward, with his head up and gaze steady, his arms were curled at his sides with his fists clenched, and with each step: his toes sifted through the dirt before tearing up the ground as he continued his mad dash. He stumbled, only to have an extra leg rip forth from his chest to kick him off the ground to keep him moving. He could feel his vision enhance as more beady eyes opened up and dilated as he reached his next target.
Another town...
Another graveyard...
He lifted his hands above his head, his fingers connecting and weaving together like vines steadily slithering up the base of a non existent tree. When the finger vines reached a few feet up, a sphere of ivory flesh would rip away from his back and would snake it's way up to the top before expanding and forming a guillotine at the top of his makeshift spire. Letting out a telepathic scream Contagion would slam his arms down, using the momentum of his sprint and the descent of his spire to cleave through the first few unlucky souls that crossed his path. He dragged his makeshift weapon in the dirt, grinding the life out of the persistent victims before raising the blade overhead once more. His chest mandibles clicked together as he arched his spine backward and threw his arms back as well thus sending the blade in the opposite direction.
"CRUSH! GNASH! RIP! TEAR! BLEED! SUFFER! AND DIE!!!!" Contagion cackled in unhinged bliss as he made sure to kill anything and everything native to the planet.
He was having the time of his life.
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Post by Contagion on Feb 16, 2017 22:45:14 GMT
Contagion continued his rampage of slaughter and carnage. He and Dr.Breech's cycloids razed each town they came across. There was no rock that the Kanassans could hide under to avoid the doom the interlopers brought with them from beyond the stars. No one was safe. Be it child or elder they were snuffed out by Contagion's wrath. The emboldened amalgam's laughter haunted the spirits of the dead and the ones who helplessly foresaw their own demise.
There were no saviors this day. No leaders to guide them. No one to provide hope that they desperately tried to find to as they attempted to dream of a sweeter future.
In the end... All that their existence became...
...Was pain.
Soon, they would be nothing. Like a scream in the vacuum of space there would be no echo of their devastation. All that would remain was an empty rock void of life.
Contagion stood at the top of the 'All Seeing Tower' surveying the cold and motionless horizon. The monstrosity would place a clawed hand over one of his eyes as he felt the changes starting to take place. He chortled as his new power began to manifest before devolving into a mad cackle. The beast looked up as Dr.Breech's warship lowered from the heavens to pick him up from his perch.
"Sorry for my little field day Doctor..." His raspy tone whispered in the android's mind as the door slowly opened for him to board the ship. "Although, Sacriiiifffiiiccceeess must be made in any Revolution." He hissed as he looked back to the planet one final time as the doors closed behind him.
"This is only the beginning."
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Post by Shemha on Feb 20, 2017 2:22:32 GMT
Dr. Breech WC 478 - 1123 Zeni earned. New Total - 6,367! Contagion WC 2700 - 9,518 PL earned. New Total - 31,319!
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