Fan-Fiction Theater 3000 EPISODE: 017 -- Pardee! Today's Victim: Falkyn -- Chapter 17 by Derek Floyd (dfloyd84@yahoo.com) MSTed by Derek Floyd (dfloyd84@yahoo.com) and Tory L. Brown (tory_brown@yahoo.com) Disclaimer: The Real Ghostbusters are owned by Sony/DIC and Mystery Science Theatre 3K is owned by Best Brains inc., and we hope they don't mind us using their characters and settings. FFT3K Theme Song [cue MST3K track] In the not-too-distant future way out and deep in space A mysterious android, name is D, Is in a dark and lonely place Stuck up on SoL, all alone, Why not do an E.T. and grab a phone? He ran some tests until some me-te-ors Made the satellite home for the Ghost-bust-ers... (Peter: "IT'S RAY'S FAULT!!!") (Ray: "IS NOT!") "I'm reading cheesy fanfics, The worst, I can find,(LA LA LA) We'll have to sit and read them all, Or you'll gradually lose your mind!" (LA LA LA) Now keep in mind, the 'busters can't control Where the fanfics begin or end, (LA LA LA) D'll try to keep the sanity Of his newfound 'busting friends! GB Roll Call! Spengler! (We're on!) Zeddemore! (Oh, man!) Ray Stantz! (Check this out...HAI-KEEBA!) Venkmaaaaaan! (Hey, baby!) If you're wonderin' how they eat and breathe And other science facts, Just tell yourself, "It's just a MST," And you should really just relax. For Fan Fiction Theater, 3000! [Guitar twang] Peter: It should be The Real Ghostbusters 3000! *KBANG* Peter: OOOOF! [D retracts the Rocket Fist] STARRING: Spengler, Egon, Dr. 6'3" Blond hair, blue eyes (which happen to be myopic, hence the red glasses) A genius with an exaggerated I.Q. Contains multiple degrees in the field of parapsychology and physics. He is responsible for the creation of the proton packs and the ecto-containment unit. Stantz, Ray, Dr. 5'8" Red hair, brown eyes The youngest member of the group, second to Egon in holding multiple degrees. He specializes in engineering and occult sciences. Egon once said he had the mental state of a six year old. Venkman, Peter, Dr. 5'10" Dk. Brown hair, green eyes All-around idiot (no kidding, Peter: HEY!) Amazingly, he has two Ph.D's, one in psychology and the other in parapsychology. He's actually smarter than he pretends to be. Most trouble they're in, is because of Peter. Zeddemore, Winston, Dr. 5'11" Black hair, brown eyes The only member of the group who doesn't have a Ph.D, he earned his 'Dr' title as an honorary member of Columbia University. The only member of the group who has common sense (Winston: Damn straight!). D 6'0" No hair, yellow eyes A Model 27 High-Density Productivity Android that took residence at the abandoned Satellite of Love. How or why he's there, no one knows. Looks like a cross between Adam of Shining Force and Data from ST: TNG. * * * * [On the VoFF, the ex-Satellite of Love] Peter: I'm B.O.R.E.D! Winston: I'm hip! Egon: Even I'm feeling the early stages of ennui creeping in... Peter: Ennui? Winston: Boredom, m'man. Peter: Oh. Ray: I admit it, I'm bored also. VO Tory: Its a bit boring up here as well. VO Derek: Hey, let's go down there! VO Tory: OK! Peter: Oh no! [lights flash as Tory and Derek appear] Tory: Whoops..better put on some clothes! [she disappears and reappears in a sweatsuit] Peter: 0_0 Ray: [face turning very red] Winston: [covers his eyes] Egon: [stammering] Uh, D? D: Well, we do have chapter 17 to view. Ray: It's gotta be better than this! Peter: [finally finds his jaw] Yeah, let's go. Tory: It was just a tee-shirt...it's not like I was nude! Egon: [grinning] We've got MOVIE SIGN! Tory: [to Derek] I didn't like the way he was grinning.... Derek: Egon does *scare* me sometimes... Tory: I know, you'd think he was on something! Egon: Hello? We have MOVIE SIGN! Winston: [eyes still covered] Is it over?...HEY! Wait for me! [Door sequence] [1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6] [They trail in and sit down] > Falkyn -- Chapter 17 > By: Derek Floyd (dfloyd84@yahoo.com) > >________________________________________________________ Tory: Wow, chapter 17 already?! Egon: Hmm...This is the finishing line? Winston: Nice try, Egon. > Now is the time, Falkyn thought. I must know my past. > Peter: All those nights at the cabaret are paying off. Egon: What? Tory: I don't get it. Peter: [malicious grin] good... Ray: Trouble! > He sought out a renowned seer by the name of Villir, and asked he >reveal to him his past. Peter: (Villir) *FLASH* Behold...my *past*! Egon: EWWWW! Tory: That was disgusting... Derek: You, consider something disgusting? Now I'm going to be sick! > The old man slowly looked the scarred warrior over. "You must be the >one everyone talks about, the one they all call 'Falkyn', am I right?" Winston: (Falkyn) It's the scars...isn't it? [choking voice] I can't help it if I'm scarred...all you people care about is appearance! Ray: [funny look] Winston? Winston: What? Ray: Never mind. > "I must know my past," Falkyn repeated. "The only two connections to >it-my brother and girlfriend-are dead. All I know is that I escaped an >orphanage at fifteen, but I doubt that is real." Egon: Then why believe it!? Peter: Egon, calm down. Smoke is going to start pouring from your ears again. > "You doubt correctly," the old man said, his voice crackly, but >steady for a man of his age. "Just by looking into your eyes, I can >determine that many of your memories are false as my teeth." Winston: murphgtphghr mtoghthe! Ray: Eh? Winston: No teeth... Ray: Oh...BOOOOOOO!!! Winston: Shut up, Ray. > "Tell me, or I swear by my steel I will kill you!" > "No need to be hasty, young one! It will come in due time." Peter: With just a few strokes, believe it it'll come. Egon: Stroke it and it will come. Tory: [shocked expression] EGON! Egon: Oops... D: [silently loads the Rocket Fist] Derek: Good thinking, D. > Falkyn's hand was on his katana, but he hesitated. "I want to know. >I do not know how to pay you, but I will if it kills me." Derek: Yet another instance where Falkyn is being an idiot. Tory: Pay if it kills him? That's a bit drastic! > "Well then, you sound better when you're not threating my physical >integrity. Come, sit, and let your past return to you." Tory: Physical integrity?! Dude, you're old! You couldn't even bite if you wanted to! > Falkyn did as he was asked. Villir produced a small, polished >mirror. "You plan on shaving?" Falkyn asked. Ray: (Villir) Yes, can you do my back? Tory: [face turns green] That's so disgusting! Derek: Truly... Egon: HARF! Winston: That's worse than Peter's "hairy legs!" Peter: HEY! > "Shh. It is important that I have silence for this." The mirror >reflected Falkyn in perfect detail, down to the scar that diagonally crossed >his face. Egon: Well, it *IS* a mirror.... Peter: Unless he got it half-price. Egon: Half-price? Peter: Yeah, it would only show half truths. Winston: Kind of like that mirror you're always looking in? Peter: Drop dead, Zed! > "I ask thee, God of Time, show me and this man his true past! Do >not show us what he knows, for it is all a lie. His true past, I request >from thee!" Derek: (Chronos) Da bloody heck do ya want?! Can't a God of Time have some quiet time for himself!? Tory: Why does it always have to be a God? Why not a Goddess?! Peter: It's Megami-sama! Ray: It's Kami-sama! Derek: No, it's Piccolo-Daimaoh! > The image wavered, then darkened. Suddenly, everything went black. > Tory: Like this! [whips out a bat and beans Peter] Peter: Eh? ARRGH! *THUD* Winston: Nice shot! Tory: Thanks! Derek: [winces] > Falkyn regained his perception a few seconds later, but he and Villir >were not in his tent. "Where is this?" he asked. > "Can you tell me who that is?" Villir asked, pointing a bony finger >toward a young man, no older than twelve. > "I cannot." Egon: Let me guess; is it you!? Derek: Ding! Ding! Ding! Tell him what he's won, D! D: A Rocket Fist in the posterior! *KBANG* Egon: AHH! Tory: You know, Derek, that was almost as bad as the prostate joke... Derek: [wriths] Don't remind me! > "He's you, Stahl Tan. That young man next to him, his brother Tris. >If you'll wait a little longer..." > A pretty redhead approached the older boy. "Hey, Stahl," she said. > "Theera!" Stahl recognized his girlfriend instantly. "Me and Tris >were just swapping homework tips." > Peter: 0_0 HOES?!?!!? Ray: 0.0?!?! Tory: God, you're such a pervert! Winston: He said homework, not hoes!! Derek: Poor Ray, he was so innocent when they got here. Tory: Yeah, he's corrupt now, thanks to Peter! > Falkyn turned to Villir. "Can they see us?" > "Nope. We can see them, but we're ethereal to everyone. We're >delving deep into your subconscious. Your memories were suppressed, and I'm >bringing them to the surface." > Tory: (Villir) Gerbils? The hell!? Falkyn! You're one sick puppy! Peter: ICK! Now that was perverted! Derek: No it was sick, you're perverted. There is a difference. > "Stahl," Theera began, "I was wondering: do you think, one day, you >and I could, y'know, get married?" Peter: I was like, oh my god, like like lik--AHH! Tory: Damn valley boys! Egon: And I was like, totally tubular! Ray: I mean gross me to the max! [Derek restrains Tory from beaning Egon and Ray] > The question was rather abrupt to Stahl, but this was his girlfriend >of three years popping the question to him. "Sure. But not right now. We >have to wait a few years." Peter: (Falkyn) Just the wedding part, now the premarital se--ok ok, put the bat away, Tory! Tory: Thought so! Egon: [bonks Peter] Peter: DAMMIT, EGON! > Tris shook his head. "I'm four years older than you are, and I don't >have a steady date. But here you are, and your girlfriend is asking about >marriage! If I knew what you had, we'd make a fortune if we could bottle it >and sell it!" > Winston: Prostitution? Derek: Why is everyone heading over to the hentai side? Tory: It's not that hard... Derek: [covers his eyes and groans] > "Tris seems so different," Falkyn said. "When I met him for the >first time I can remember, he was more serious, and he wore the uniform that >I do." Peter: (Checkers87) Not uniform, fuku, fuku!!! Winston: AHH! Ray: EEP! > "Shall we fast-forward about a month or so?" Villir asked. > "Yes, please." > Tory: No, let's stay here and rehash the hellish life that I had before! Derek: It's not even like that, Tory. Tory: Derek, I'm trying to have fun here...can you move? You're spoiling it! Derek: [grumbles] She really needs to lay off the caffiene... > The scene shifted, and two large warriors stood as the door of the >house, with a not-quite-so-large man standing before them Egon: In a teeny tiny house, with a teeny tiny mouse. > "We heard your son Stahl is strong," one of the warriors said. "We >wish to take him into the military and train him to be a soldier." Peter: (warrior) Where we'll whip him if he so much as breathe! > "No," the man replied. "As much as I feel the military is necessary, >I cannot part with my son, only under his own free will." Tory: He's a kid, they're aren't allowed free will until they're 18! > Tris walked up behind his father. "Dad, who're these guys?" Winston: (man) Son, the nice men in the white coats are here to help you! WAIT! Don't run! > "They say they're from the military, and they want to recruit your >brother." > Tris looked into the faces of the men. "No they're not! I'd know >the military when I saw it! Stahl! Weirdos are here to take you away!" [They stare at Winston] Winston: What?! It was a coincidence! > The warriors drew swords and axes. "Lousy kid!" > As Stahl came rushing to the door, wearing black punchguards, his >father, Hyrman, tried to stop him. "No, Stahl! Stay back!" Tory: Peter, you say it and you die, quickly! Peter: [innocent expression] What!? Ray: Hymen? Tory: ARRGH! *BONK* Ray: OUCHIE! > The second warrior slashed across Hyrman's neck, but Stahl, with >blinding speed, drove his fist into the warrior's gut. The blade deviated >from its original path, and merely chopped part of Hyrman's forelock off. Tory: They killed his father?! WHAT THE HELL?! Derek: No, the forelock is a small piece of hair that sticks out in front and hangs down. > "You're coming with us!" the first warrior growled, driving the butt >of his axe into Stahl's forehead. The blow was so fast, Stahl couldn't >block, and was knocked unconscious. Winston: AHA! That's why Falkyn's such an idiot, he caught that bonk on the noggin! Egon: Yeah, just like Peter. He once told me his father dropped him... Peter: Egon, shut up! > The second warrior regained his wind and grabbed the falling form of >Stahl Tan. Hyrman tried to intercede on his son's behalf, but he was cut >off, as well as his left arm, Tory: Well....damn. >by the first warrior. Tris was splattered with his father's blood, and >through the red haze, he saw his brother being dragged off by the two bad >guys. > All: HEAVY STEPHEN KING TYPE ACTION! Ray: Yep, that explains that scene on the nose! Egon: Well, not really Stephen King. I would go more for Orson Scott Card. Peter: Yeah, in King's stories, some kind of beast would have killed his father. Derek: Stop thinking, you're really going to hurt yourselves one day... > "Those gutless cowards!" Falkyn snapped. "They dismembered by father >in front of his own son! And they took me off to Kami (God) knows where!" > "Actually, you do. Let me take you there." > Peter: Such a shame he don't remember those nights at the Cabaret... Egon: What's with you and the cabaret?! Peter: You never played Princess Maker 2? Winston: Thanks for the shameless plug, Pete! Ray: He only plays to watch her 'grow up' Tory: Considering Peter, he watches her 'grow in'... > The scene blurred and became a training camp. Stahl was being >tortured for his insolence. His face was a mask of pain, but he wouldn't >give his captors the pleasure of hearing him scream in agony. A barbed whip >came down on his back, but he bit back a scream and merely grunted with the >pain. Peter: Tory's doing cameos now?! Tory: That's not me, you idiot! > "No use, boss," the torturer said. "We've been at it for a good four >days, and we haven't broken him yet." Ray: If you want to break him, it's best to grab both ends and pull real hard! > "Well, if he's still like this at the end of the week, I'll take care >of him," said a mysterious figure in a black cloak. > All: [hums the Imperial March] > "Who is that?" Falkyn asked. > "You know, but you don't remember," Villir replied. "Let us find >out, shall we?" > Peter: (Villir) While I sit here and spit cliches! > The image blurred and became another room, where Stahl stood, scars >across his face and body, wearing a black gi, and the black-cloaked person >stood before him. Egon: It's Darth Vader! Winston: WHOA! [All start to hum the "Imperial March" again] > "Who are you?" Stahl asked. "Tell me, or I will do you ugly!" [large eyed stares] Peter: Uh, I think you've already done ugly. In fact, we're damn near FUBAR! Egon: Fubar? Peter: BLEEP up beyond any recognition! Winston: Now that's ugly! Ray: [shudders] Tory: I'd go with fugly myself. Derek: Heh? Tory: BLEEP ugly... Derek: Ahh.... > Inhuman laugher emanated from within the cloak. Ray: He has elven laughter? >"You may call me Thanatos. Winston: (Thanatos) Ms. Thanatos if ya nasty! Derek: Thanatos is a man, you idiot! >You are the most recent addition to my army. I will train you in the ways >of cold-blooded killing, with an assortment of weapons, from swords to >poisons." Peter: Any relation to David Xanatos? Egon: What are you doing, taking endorsements? That's the second cluele--er shameless plug you've done! Peter: Hey, it was a legitimate question! > "You're sick and twisted!" Tory: So is Peter! Derek: No Pete's hentai, you're the twisted one. Tory: Derek, did I ask for your opinion? Derek: Shutting up now... > Stahl felt an incredible pain, and dropped to one knee, clutching his >abdomen. Winston: [singing] I'm down on bended knee..... Tory: Obscure much? Winston: Very! >Thanatos stood perfectly still. "As long as you are here, you are under my >control. You will never question my orders, and when you are ready, you >will succeed me as leader of the army." Peter: HEY! This isn't the Outer Limits! Ray: So that's what that sounds like! > "N-no! I'll... never become... as evil as you! Graaaaaah!" Egon: Graaaah?! What in the world is a graaah!? Ray: He sounds like when Peter was possessed. Peter: You're never going to let me live that down, are you? Ray: Never, Peter. Never. > Suddenly, the pain was gone. Thanatos had pried his way into Stahl's >mind and destroyed his memory of Stahl's life, or so he thought. > Derek: Which was a *very* dangerous thing to do! > "He actually created a memory block," Villir explained. "It was >forunate he did so, or you wouldn't be here, asking for my expertise." > Ray: HOLD IT! Winston: Wait, it was fortunate for Falkyn to get his mind screwed up and have a memory block in place? Someone has their priorities *way* out of order! Derek: A minor spelling error. > Thanatos laughed again. "Stahl Tan is gone, and in his place, >Falkyn, destroyer of life!" Egon: Falkyn, destroyer of doors! Peter: Falkyn, destroyer of intelligence! Ray: Falkyn, destroyer of sight with his ugliness! Winston: Falkyn, destroyer of Li'na's heart! Derek: Derek, destroyer of STUPID GHOSTBUSTERS WHO WON'T SHUT THE BLEEP UP! Tory: [wide eyes stare] Kami-sama, Derek! [The Ghostbusters stare at Derek with scared expressions] > Falkyn's eyes glowed with darkness. "What is thy bidding, my >master?" Derek: (Emperor Palpatine) There is a great disturbance in the Force. D: (Darth Vader) I have felt it, my master. > > "By all that I believe in," Falkyn swore. "Thanatos turned my into >the cold-blooded killer that I was? Winston: Turned your what? Derek: Simple typo. Don't push me Zeddemore, I can still delete your butt! Winston: Point noted. Tory: Hey, mess with the others for all I care, but leave Winston alone! Peter: [mumbling] Mster's pet... >How did I become a protector of the ways of good if I was created by the >embodiment of evil?" > "How 'bout we find out?" > VO Satan: As if things created by evil stay evil. Sheesh! Tory: Not now, Satan. Next chapter you can riff all you want, k? VO Satan: Oh alright, as long as the vampire is here. Derek: Such a picky lord of Hell, isn't he? Tory: Yes. > Years later, Falkyn burst in on Thanatos, black katana at the ready. >"Thanatos!" Winston: (Thanatos) HEY! Close that door, were you raised in a barn?! Egon: (Falkyn) Why...yes. Winston: (Thanatos) Aah! > The evil one turned to face his creation. "Ah, Falkyn. Are you >well? How did your last campaign fare?" VO Satan: Thanatos is more evil than me?! Tory: SATAN! What did I say! VO Satan: Ok, ok. No more comments from me. Peter: Did I say that really freaks me out? Winston: I'm with you! > The glow in Falkyn's eyes was no longer cold blackness, it was a >radiant purple. "I did a little research on you; Thanatos is the incarnation >of death! I will put an end to your malevolent ways in this world!" Tory: NOT ONE WORD! VO Satan: ..... Winston: Falkyn can read?! Peter: No! Egon: You don't say! Ray: I'm speechless! Derek: Give him *some* credit! He's dense, but not illiterate! > The black cloak shook with silent laughter. "Death cannot be >destroyed, young one." The voice was hollow now. "If life is to exist, >there must always be death; one cannot have something without willingly >accepting its opposite." Peter: Who is talking? Thanatos or the cloak!? Winston: I'm betting on the cloak. Derek: If that thing hasn't been washed in days, you're darn right it's talking! > "Nevertheless, your incarnation upon this land must be banished." >His chi came to life in his veins. "Raijin-zan!" (Lightning Slash) Winston: Roujin Z! Egon: What?! Derek: A lame anime about an automated bed for the elderly, that gains sentience and the mind of it's occupant's deceased wife! Egon: That IS lame! > With one slice, Thanatos fell. But when Falkyn examined the cloak, >that was all he found. Suddenly, a cold hand clamped down on his shoulder. >Thanatos was behind him! Peter: (Falkyn) I thought he was kidding when he said I had a tight tush... Egon: AHHHHHHH!!! Derek: [covers his mouth as his face turns green] Tory: Of all the comments, that was the worse! Ray: 0.0 Winston: O.o...o.O...O.O > "As I said, you cannot destroy me." > Egon: I have an ionic rifle complete with proton accelerator here that says I can! > "How did I survive Thanatos?" > "Watch and learn." > Ray: No, you watch! > Falkyn turned and stood face-to-decayed-face with Death itself. >Thanatos's skin was decomposed, and his bones protruded through the leathery >skin. His cloak was back over his shoulders, and his skeletal hands were >plainly visible. Egon: Ick, death warmed over. Winston: Twice! > "Evil spawn of Hell," Falkyn spat, "I shall smite thee with heavenly >might! Kuujin Kyaku!" (Air Blade Kick) Tory: Heavenly might? Now he's a messager for God? > Falkyn shot into the air, aimed his foot for Thanatos, and dove >downward with a killing kick. > Thanatos chuckled, grabbed Falkyn's foot, and slammed him to the >groud. > Recovering quickly, Falkyn concentrated his chi into his hand. >Forming a knife-edge length of his energy, he turned and punched for >Thanatos's skull, shouting "Zugai Hassatsu!" (Skull Seamsplitting Murder) > The point of the chi blade penetrated Thanatos's skull, and black >ichor poured from the wound, covering Falkyn's hand and Thanatos's cloak. > All: HEAVY GOOD VS EVIL ACTION! D: (Ray) MASTER PALADINIC THEME SONG! Peter: What?! Derek: A paladin is a fighter for good and purity. Tory: Something you couldn't be... > "That seemed too easy." > Egon: Not as easy as Peter is. Peter: Shaddup! Tory: [starts laughing] > Falkyn removed his hand from Thanatos's skull, and wiped it on the >stained cloak. "All too easy." > "Yessssss..." Tory: Cobra!! All: YO JOE! > Thanatos's skull mended together, and he stood tall, with a small >trail of ichor down his face. Ray: Please let it be blood... Derek: Ichor is a fluid somewhat akin to blood. > "No! This is not possible!" Falkyn charged his chi to full power >and prepared a final attack. "Are you already dead?" Ray: I think he's technically dead, dummy! > "I am the incarnation of death and twisted souls. So yes, >technically I am dead." Winston: No one can answer a question with yes or no. There's always some fru fru explanation for the answer! Egon: I think he's just bucking for more air time. > "Good, that's all I wanted to know. Hoori Gari!" (Holy Cut) Peter: Hoori Kowu! (Holy Cow) Winston: Moo--er, I mean BOOO! > The feeling of holy power entering his body was too much for Thanatos >to bear. "Aaaaaarrrrrgggghhhhh! The pain!" Ray: SANCTUARY! Winston: This evil thing is too much for me to bear. Peter: (Bear) ARRRRGH! Egon: We get the point, you idiot. Tory: Peter, you do realize that there are two definitions for the word bear. Peter: I know! Derek: Then act like it! > Falkyn couldn't help but let a sadistic grin appear on his face. Ray: (Sadistic grin) Hi! Peter: (Falkyn) Aah! >"Now you know that evil has no power over the force of good and pureness. >Thanks for the powers, dead man; they'll be more beneficial to good than to >you." Derek: (Falkyn) Now I can just teleport to the 7-11 for a midnight slurpee! > Suddenly, the corpse of Thanatos dragged itself towards Falkyn. >"... Give me... your body..." it hissed. It pulled itself to its feet, bits >and pieces falling off. "This body... it is collapsing... Your body... is >strong... give it to me!" Egon: (Corpse) Brains... must have... brains! Tory: EGON! That movie gave me nightmares for days! Derek: They're coming to get you, Tory... Tory: AHHHHHHH! > "Ryujin Satsu Ken!" (Dragon God Murder Fist) Falkyn's body was >engulfed in purple flame. He leaped forward and punched, his right fist >coated in crimson fire. "Moerou!" (Burn) All: [singing] Disco fever, disco fever, disco fever, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah! > The fire spread to Thanatos. "Noooooo! My plans... ruined! I will >destroy you, Falkyn! By all that is unholy, I will destroy you and take... >control..." VO Satan: HEY! Don't bring me into this. Tory: ... Derek: What the hey does that mean?! VO Satan: Ok, I'll shut up! > By the time he finished, Thanatos was a pile of ashes. > Peter: Now we can cook the steaks! Derek: Looks like you overdid it; I said well done, not WELL DONE. > "Ashes to ashes," Falkyn said. > "Dust to dust," Villir finished. "As soon as you annihilated him, >Thanatos set into motion his final plans to take control of your body. >Would you believe Razhad was just one of Than's flunkies?" Winston: He'll believe anything you tell him! > "He was?" > Villir nodded. "Be wary of your actions and the people you meet. >Thanatos cannot be killed, only the bodies he controls. He might possess >another body and try to take yours." Egon: He must be really desperate for a body. > "Can you answer me this: why does Thanatos want my body?" > "Perhaps it is because of the spiritual power you have. You're >probably the only being who has ever broken free from his control." Ray: (Villir) It's certainly not because you're cute...HARF! > The image of Falkyn standing over Thanatos's ashes fizzled and the >two returned to the tent. > Falkyn stood from his chair and bowed. "Thank you greatly, Villir. >I don't know how to repay you." > "You don't have to, my friend." Winston: A friend will stab you in your face. Egon: ewwww... > After Falkyn left, Villir looked back into the mirror. "My lord, >Falkyn knows about your influence now." > The image of Thanatos faded into the mirror. "Why did you tell him >about me, Villir?" Derek: Because he's an idiot, everyone's an idiot in this universe! Tory: Art imitating life? DEREK, I WAS KIDDING! AHHHHHHH!!! [Derek pulls out a bat and starts to chase Tory] > "He wanted to know his past, and threatened my life if I refused. >Still, he cannot defeat you; you are Death itself. Your plans to take his >corporeal body are nearing completion. Only a few more of your underlings >need become involved, and then, we will take the Eye of the Tiger, open a >portal to the Nine Hells, and you can return and take his body!" Egon: Why do I feel that this is a whole new spinoff for Falkyn. Peter: Oh like how they're spinning off Party of Five? Tory: I like that show! Derek: It's *BANG* over! Tory: [crunched] whoo...*cough* [They stand up and trail out the theatre with D dragging a crumpled Tory] Tory: I think I'll head back to VO-land...*cough* Derek: Good, maybe the air will straighten you out. Tory: Maybe...*wheezes* [Tory and Derek disappear in a flash of light.] Egon: Looks like it's just us. Winston: Yeah, it was kind of fun having everyone in the theatre. Peter: It reminded me of the Chibi incident. Ray: Ack! Don't mention that! D: And so, we end this on a non-violent note! [D pushes the button] [ FWOOOOOOOOOSH! ] \ | / \ | / \ | / \|/ -----O----- /|\ / | \ / | \ / | \ [The screen grows black, voices are heard] "That was fun." "Even though they didn't have any sex scenes." "D, do it!" "Right!" *KBANG* "There goes that non-violent ending..." ________________________________________________________________________ "Falkyn, Chapter 17" by: Derek Floyd (dfloyd84@yahoo.com) SHAMELESS PLUGS: You can find the rest of Falkyn the MSTing at: http://winston_zeddemore.tripod.com/Falkyn Tory's Real Ghostbusters Webpage: http://winston_zeddemore.tripod.com Komera Waddi's RPG and Interactive Stories: http://www.geocities.com/TimesSquare/Stadium/4989/ EMAIL US! Tory L. Brown (tory_brown@yahoo.com) Derek Floyd (dfloyd84@yahoo.com) _____________________________________________________________________ > Falkyn couldn't help but let a sadistic grin appear on his face. Ray: (Sadistic grin) Hi! Peter: (Falkyn) Aah!