Fan-Fiction Theater 3000 Episode: 025 -- Revenge is a Dish...Yum! Today's Victim: Falkyn -- Chapter 25 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. Peter: Oh no, Ray has to cue the theme again. Winston: I hope he gets it right! Ray: Don't worry! [cue MST3K track] FFT3K Theme Song: Fightning evil by moonlight Winning love by daylight Never running from a real fight! She is the one named Sailor Mo-- D: [Record scratch] Peter: That's it, Ray! YOU DIE! Ray: EEEP! Egon: While Ray suffers from *winces* a "beat down", I'll cue the theme. [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: Durenor, Windwalker 5'9" Black hair, violet eyes. The vampire who made an unscheduled appearence and just decided to stay. Her hobbies include, torching, shaving and beating unsuspecting fools... especially Peter. (Windy: I just can't help myself!) 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. Looks like a cross between Adam of Shining Force and Data from ST: TNG. * * * * [On the VoFF, the ex-Satellite of Love] Winston Zeddemore was running, running for his life. All he had was one 9mm that was very low on ammo and a flakjacket that he salvaged from the fallen Tory. He knew never to make a bad comment about Tory's favorite game, Syphon Filter, ever again. He was now hiding in the bar on the first level, Georgia Street, Washington D.C. He'd already made contact with Egon Spengler. Now he had to find Tory again, defeat her and destroy the com link. As passed the pool table, a blinking noise reached his ears. Egon was trying to contact him again. "What's up, Egon?" Winston asked, crouching behind a stack of large wooden boxes. "I'm starting to lose you on the satellite. The com link must be near you!" For once in his life, Egon actually sounded excited. "I think I'm on the right track. My flackjacket is a bit torn, though." Egon groused, "Damn, I know she tried to nail you in the alley." Suddenly, another voice filled his ear. "Winston! This is Peter. I know this game like the back of my hand. If you're where I think you are, go past the boxes and crawl into the little cubby space. There should be a flakjacket and ammo there!" Winston peered past the boxes and spotted the little cubby space. "Thanks, Pete! I'll never crack a joke about this game again!" "Just be glad she didn't stick you in the helicopter scene. That one is a real bitch to pass!" Winston knew Peter was laughing at him the entire time. Taking Peter's advice, Winston crept forward and climbed into the cubby space. What he didn't expect was a guy in a ski mask to bumrush him. In a flash, he discharged the 9mm and down went the guy. At least Peter was right on one hand. There was a flackjacket and ammo, it was just on the guy he just shot. Winston donned the second flackjacket and grabbed the spare ammo. He could hear Tory somewhere near, prowling about, calling his name. "Time to meet the devil herself," Winston sighed, crawling back out into the hallway and heading towards the bar. When he came upon the bar, he peeked around the corner. He spotted Tory behind the bar at the far end. She was muttering to herself, or probably talking to Derek. Winston carefully aimed, if he could get a headshot everything would be over. Suddenly, Tory's head snapped up as if knowing she was being spotted. She quickly shot once and dived behind the bar. Cursing, Winston strafed across the floor to the right, hiding behind one of the stone pillars. "I know it's you, Zeddemore!" Tory yelled, peering back over the bar and releasing another shot. This one almost caught his leg. "How the hell can she see?" he thought as he dived across the floor and rolling behind the next pillar. Another shot came across the room, this time catching his shoulder. He almost dropped his weapon as the small zing of pain ran through his system. "Gotcha!" Tory crowed, shooting three more shots. None of them were on mark as the first. Winston desperately shot back, his arm blazing with pain. The dark red fluid was soaking into his sleeve. "Oh this is great, just great!" Tory took this chance to crow again. "Give it up! You can't beat me!" "Shaddup!" he yelled back. He heard a muffled squeak of outrage and an assault of shots filled his senses for the next five minutes. He covered his ears to block the deafening noise. Bad move. When he checked to see if she'd stopped firing, he noticed a shadow looming above him. "Surprise, sunshine. Glad to see me?!" *BLAM* Zeddemore had been wiped out. Tory fell back and started giggling. "Oh, I can't believe you fell for it!" Winston stood up, wiping paint from his hair. "You didn't have to shoot so close! Those paint balls sting like hell!" "Look who's talking!" another voice said. Entering the bar was the man Winston had jumped for the flakjacket. He reached up and ripped his ski mask of. On his forehead was a red circle, the size of a tennis ball. "You didn't have to shoot me in the forehead!" "I'm sorry, Ray! I didn't know it was you!" Winston apologized. His arm was still sore where she tagged him with the paintball earlier. "Well, that was fun, but we've got movie sign coming up." Tory removed her flackjacket and paint ball gun. She laid the items on the table and gave Ray and Winston some towels. "Computer, save Syphon Filter, Ghostbuster Style." The background disappeared, leaving Ray and Winston in the holocabana. "Let's get moving," Winston said, dropping his items in a heap. Ray still glowered at him, the red circle standing out like a birthmark. "Just don't sit near me. I can't take anymore abuse!" The two exited the holocabana where they met up with Peter and Egon and headed for the theater. [Door sequence] [1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6] [They trail in and sit down] > Falkyn -- Chapter 25 > By: Derek Floyd (dfloyd84@yahoo.com) > Peter: Comments By: Peter Venkman (pvenkman99@getmeouttahere.com) VO Derek: Manslaughter By: Derek Floyd (dfloyd84@peterwilldie.com) Peter: Yipe! VO Tory: Laughter By: Tory L. Brown (tory_brown@muhahahahahar.com) >________________________________________________________ > > Two days later... > Egon: And four tortured souls later... Ray: With an android and a vampire. > Kerad and Tayid soared through the skies on the back of Holocaust. >When they arrived at their destination, Holocaust landed and allowed the two Winston: To fall off and land in a broken, bloody heap! Ghostbusters: YAY! VO Derek: Not even close... VO Tory: Nice try, though! >to dismount. Thanatos had originally objected to Tayid going with Kerad on >his revenge hunt due to the fact that Tayid was dead, and therefore bound to >Tartarus. Egon: Meaning, your little girly friend has to stay in hell. > With a short debate, Kerad had won the right to take Tayid with him, >but only for the one adventure. Ray: And it was an EXCELLENT adventure! Winston: Dude! Ray: Bogus! D: [Rufus] Be excellent to each other. Party on, dudes. > "There he is," Kerad said, pointing to a man a mere fifty metres Egon: [singing] Mr. America... >away. The man had dark hair and fair skin, and was casually dressed. Any >other person would have dismissed him as another face in the crowd, but >Kerad remembered the man as a dark shadow of his past, a tormentor of the >young boy who was Kerad Dyilf. Now, Kerad had his revenge. Peter: He forced him to read not one, but all three parts of... D: [dramatic organ chord] Peter: BSSG! All: NNNNOOOOO!!! > After discussing a plan of action, Tayid went out to accost the man. Peter: O_O Egon: Since you've put it that way... Windy: *THWAP* *THWAP* Peter & Egon: Ouch! > > She seductively approached him. "Kinda late for a handsome young man >like yourself to be out?" she asked. Winston: (Tayid) Ignore the sword at my side...it's for protection...really! > The young man eagerly looked her over, head to toe, his gaze >lingering at her chest. "Well, maybe you'd like to walk me home?" he asked >eagerly. > Peter: (man) And I'd like to walk right up into you--mroughrpgh! Windy: NO! > Silent as the darkness that permeated his being, Kerad stalked Ray: For Kerad was a Dark Stalker! Windy: Speaking of which...Demitri owes me five bucks! >toward his prey. An almost inaudible hiss signalled the drawing of >Dishonor. Egon: (Dishonor) Hiss, hiss...Hey, I'm being drawn here! Winston: (Prey) Huh? Oh, sorry, didn't hear you there. >Unsurprisingly, he walked right up to within a metre of his target without >him noticing. Windy: Was his target deaf? Egon: I believe his skills are so high, he couldn't be detected. Windy: [snorts] Shyeah...whatever. D: He is also wearing metal-soled boots. His step is so silent, he doesn't even click. > > "What's your name, little man?" Peter: His name is Spike! Winston: Hentai infinity! Peter: And you know it! > "Uh... Chris." It took him a while to remember his own name, as he >was imagining having this angelic woman to do with as he pleased. Winston: Which probably consisted of every vulgar act he could remember from the pornos he watched. Ray: The power of PORN! Peter: All mighty PORN! Windy: P-O-R-N! Egon: PORN: The creator and destroyer of families. Others: EGON! Egon: What?! > His immoral fantasy was rudely shattered when he felt a hand clamp Ghostbusters: YIPE! D: Let the sentence finish! Windy: Even I didn't bug out on that one! >down on his shoulder and a voice behind him, a slightly familiar voice, ask, >"Well, Chris, it's been a long time. Six, seven years since we last saw >each other in the halls." Ghostbusters: WHEW! Ray: (Kerad singing) Deck the halls with Chris' innards. Mu ha ha ha ha ha ha har! Now I slice him to his gizzards. Mu ha ha ha ha ha ha har! Winston: That was truly dark, Ray... Windy: Very nice! VO Derek: Excellent! Ray: I think I've been around Egon too long. > Chris turned and looked right into the face of an unfamiliar man. >His hair was combed forward, draped over his left eye. "Do you remember me, >Chris?" the man behind him asked. > "No. Never seen you before." Peter: Not even that time during gym, after basketball... Winston: Very low, Peter... > "Then perhaps this will jog your memory." He changed his voice a few >octaves higher. "I can beat you any day I want, Chris. Tell your friends, >tell your relatives, heck, tell your enemies!" Egon: (Kerad) Because I'm going to kill you. Nyah nyah nyah!! > "Dyilf? What the **** are you doing here? Can't you see I'm busy >with this broad?" Peter: The ****? Windy: Awwww, *****! Egon: Well I'll be ******! Winston: Really. This punk is so ***** stupid! Ray: Honestly! Who gives a flying **** what he trying to do! D: I'm sick of this ****! All: ***************!!! > Reverting to his regular, raspy voice, Kerad replied, "Ah! So you DO >remember me! Do you know why I've come back?" Peter: Uh, sometimes they always come back? Egon: Thank you, Stephen King. > He didn't give Chris time to answer. "Revenge! Plain and simple Egon: Idiotic and stupid. You get the idea! >revenge. You aggravated me, tormented me, pissed me off to the breaking Windy: (Kerad) Of my foot off in your ass! Winston: [winces] >point! Well I have news for you, bucko, I've hit and exceeded that point! Peter: Touchdown! [Peter jumps up and does an endzone dance] Egon: Enough, Peter! >Not only can I beat you, I can kill you with one hit!" Ray: Then do it and get it over with! > "I want to see you ****ing try." > Egon: How does one ****ing try? Can you even do the physical movement required to do a *? Windy: Lemme see! [Windy jumps up and *s] Egon: I didn't know it could be done! [The yellow break light starts to flash] D: We have break sign! All: YEAH! [They stand up and exit] [Door sign: 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1] [VoFF] Windy: I'm still trying to *. Egon: That is a bit hard. [Egon tries to * with Windy] Winston: What are you doing? Windy: We're *ing. Wanna try? Winston: Okay! [The three start *ing] Ray: Hey! That looks fun! Peter: How do you do it? Windy: Watch! [The three * again] Ray: Oh, I got it! [*s] Peter: Me too! [joins Ray in *ing] [Everyone including D is *ing] [Deep 13] Tory: What the hell are they doing? Derek: I have no idea! Tory: It looks retarded! Derek: Well, it is *them*. [VoFF] [Ray stops *ing and looks up] Ray: Oh, hi there! [Deep 13] Tory: Hi, Ray. Derek: What are you guys doing? [VoFF] Windy: We're *ing! Egon: At one part of the fic, one guy asked Kerad what the **** was he doing! Winston: So, we've learned how to *! [Deep 13] Tory: [falls out laughing] Derek: [Stifling a laugh] Uh, guys... [VoFF] D: What is it, master? Are we doing it incorrectly? [Deep 13] Derek: No...that was censored profanity, not an action. [VoFF] [Everyone suddenly stops *ing] Windy: WHAT!? [Deep 13] [Tory is still laughing] Derek: Yep, that was a curse word, not what you're doing. [VoFF] Winston: Well I'll be-- D: We've got movie sign! [Door sign 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6] [They walk in and sit down] Egon: I feel like such an idiot. Peter: I can't believe we mistaken that. Winston: Actually, it was Egon's fault! Egon: Don't try and pin the blame on me! > Shween! > All: SHWING! > Chris's head fell from his shoulders as Kerad recovered from the >blindingly fast swing. After wiping the blade on Chris's shirt and >sheathing it, Kerad gathered up the disembodied head. "One down, few to >go." > Peter: (Kerad a la Duke Nukem) Damn, I'm good! > Holocaust took them to another location, and another victim. >Actually, three more victims. Ray: But who's counting!? Egon: Obviously, not you. > "Nav, Reemal, Daryl," Kerad rattled off their names. "Their heads >will decorate my wall. Reemal's the tall, skinny one, Daryl's the one with >glasses, and Nav's the one with the slightly bucked teeth." Egon: Heart gripping description. It keeps me on the edge of my seat! Windy: Just like a--WATCH OUT! [Egon's suddenly struck by a lightning bolt] Windy: Looks like I spoke too soon! > Kerad and Tayid entered a thicket of trees, weapons ready. Kerad's >trained senses picked out tiny rustles of movement to his left. He reached >out and grabbed a shoulder. Into the clearing he pulled a tall, gangly, >dark-skinned young man. "We meet again, Reemal," Kerad intoned, his katana >at the ready. Winston: (Reemal) Sorry, never saw you before in my life! Peter: (Kerad) Think back to the New Year's Festival...809! That was me in the green! Winston: (Reemal) AAH! > "Dyilf? That you?" Egon: No, it's the Avon swordsman! Ray: He's here to sell you products to keep your sword looking pretty! > "The very same. Your torments have brought us to this moment, and I >must follow my destiny and end your miserable existence!" Peter: (Reemal) I said I'll return the library book! Egon: [announcing] Conan, the librarian! He'll chop you up, if you miss your due date. > "You can't! You won't!" Winston: He can! Ray: He will! Egon: But we don't care! Windy: And we shouldn't care! Peter: Because we just wanna go home! > "I can. I will." As soon as he finished, he struck with Dishonor >and cleanly removed another head. "There goes Reemal!" he shouted for Daryl Egon: And there goes Peter. [Peter starts banging on the door] Peter: Set me free!!! >and Nav to hear. "Which of you two wants to be next? Should it be Daryl, >for his endless stream of insults and put-downs? Windy:(Daryl) Uhhuh...your mom's so fat, she fell in love and broke it! Egon:(Kerad) Stop talking about my mother!! >Or Nav, for his supreme arrogance and self-aggrandizement? It doesn't >really matter to me!" Ray: Hey, we're not using a scorecard either, pal! D: [Freddie Mercury] Any way the wind blows, doesn't really matter...to meee...to me... > Bursting out of the bush was a tall dark-skinned man, wearing glasses All: [singing] Here comes the Men in Black. [They clap twice] >and wielding a crowbar. Kerad took his arm off with one swing, and Tayid >put her rapier between his ribs. Windy: Add some barbecue sauce and I'm good to go! >Using his momentum to follow through, Kerad spun on his heel and took >Daryl's head from his body. He collected the head and cleaned the blade on >Daryl's shirt. All: HEAVY DECAPITATING ACTION! Ray: Master Shaving Theme Song! > Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his shoulder, as if something had >penetrated his skin. Indeed, a sheaf arrow was in his left shoulder. Winston: I told him not to wear deer antlers as a helmet and it's deer hunting season. > "Just below the plate," he groaned, dropping Dishonor and clutching >the damaged region. "Sheaf arrow at short range. He's behind me! Get him, >Tayid!" Peter: No, get thee behind ME, Tayid! Egon: *THWAP* Peter: [grumbles] > "Will do," she said, rushing off into the brush behind Kerad. Windy: --master! > /This hurts,/ Kerad told himself, /but pain is temporary, revenge is Egon: A dish best served cold. Ray: That was a good episode of Batman! >forever!/ He snapped off most of the shaft of the arrow and removed his >jacket. All: ARGH! Put it back ON! > Reaching around to his back, Kerad searched for the offending >weapon, and found it. Steeling himself for the sudden, extreme pain he was >about to feel, he ripped it free of his back, blood spewing forth from the >shredded wound. Egon: [turns bright green] Peter: Oh, gross! Ray: HARF! Winston: Urgh. Windy: Yummy!! >/Barbed. Now THAT hurt! I never thought he'd be smart enough to think of >that. I have to get back to Tartarus and regenerate, before I lose >consciousness from blood loss./ All: HEAVY PAIN ACTION! Ray: Master OUCH Theme Song! > Tayid came back to him, Nav's head in her hand. "You got the arrow >out, huh?" Winston: (Kerad) Do you see it in my shoulder? Peter: (Tayid) Duh, nope! Winston: (Kerad) Good, because I'm going to ram it up your ***! Peter: (Tayid) Oooh...no, wait...AAAH! > "It was barbed, and it hurt like Acheron. We've got four heads, and Ray: Kerad's a tentacle demon!? Windy: ARGH! >now we should head back. However, there is one I'd like to get before we >go." > Ghostbusters O_O D: I am confused. Searching dictionary for sexual meaning. OH, NO! Windy: Uh... > "Good evening, Will." > Will was scared out of his wits. He never heard the man walk up >behind him. He dismissed the hissing sound as a product of his overly- >active Egon: hormones...like Peter. Winston: Good call! Peter: Egon... Egon: Yes? Peter: *THWAP* *THWAP* Egon: OUCHIE! >imagination. But now, a fairly familiar voice was speaking to him over his >shoulder. He dared not turn around, but instead, spoke to who he thought >had disappeared forever. "D-Dyilf? What the **** happened to you, and >where the **** have you been?" Peter: He was out ****! Sheesh! > "Such strong language, William. What would your mother say if she >heard you talking like this?" Ray: Um...ARGH? > Tayid walked around in front of him. In her best motherly voice, she >started, "William! I ought to wash your mouth out with soap! Where have >you learned these words, young man?" Egon: (Will) From Dad, of course. > "How'd you get in here? Tell me how the **** you got in here, or >I'll ****ing kick your @$$." Windy: Oooh, new thing! @@$$$@%$$! > A sharp blade pressed lightly against the side of his neck. "That is >of no concern to you or anyone. All that matters is why I'm here: revenge. >You know what you did to me, and why you did it. I'm here for revenge, and >I'll take your head." > "Huh?" Ray: (Kerad) You know. Slicy slicy...your head falls off. You die and I take it with me. Winston: (Will) Oh...huh? > Fed up with Will's stupidity, Kerad ended it by removing his head Windy: It must be a rule that all stupid people get decapitated! Egon: If that is the rule, how come Peter's still got his head? Peter: Oh, no, you don't! >with one clean cut. Taking the head, Kerad and Tayid left, mounted >Holocaust, and flew off into the moonlight. > Ray: [singing] Fighting evil by moonlight! Peter: [singing] Running for his life in daylight... Egon: [singing] If he don't stop singing this stupid song. Winston: [singing] He's gonna wind up being hung! Ray: Since you put it THAT way... > "Five heads will decorate the arena wall," Kerad told Thanatos after >they returned to Tartarus. "However, when I went after Nav, Daryl, and Egon: Those other people too stupid to be mentioned. >Reemal, Nav fired a barbed sheaf arrow into my left shoulder, just below the >armored plate. It will take a while to heal, my lord." Peter: (Kerad) Domnius ominus! > Thanatos nodded, then turned to a slave soul. "Take the heads, clean >them, and mount them on the arena wall," he ordered. "Make sure they're >properly identified as Kerad's kills." Egon: (Thanatos) Considering how sloppy they are...everyone should know that HE did it! D: Sloppy? He needed only one cut to remove the heads. Egon: Did I ask for your input? > "Actually," Kerad interrupted, "Tayid killed Nav; I was incapacitated Ray: (Kerad) When I decapitated... >at the time, and she went into the brush to find and decapitate him." > "Perhaps their souls will come here, and find out about your station >in unlife." Windy: He sounds a little hopeful there! > "No, my lord. They will most likely go to Acheron, where they >belong, rotting in the afterlife." > Egon: So Kerad's St. Peter now? > "Five murders?" Winston: Could be seven, can't tell. Too many body parts around. > The bar patron next to Falkyn absently nodded. "Yep. All five died Windy: They were stupid. >the same day, all had their 'eads cut off. Funny thing is, there's no way >all of 'em could die the same way, 'cause the bodies were found over ten >miles from each other, 'cept three of 'em, which were found in the same >place, 'cause they were on a huntin' trip, or somethin'." Egon: (Bartender) He knows too much. GET HIM! > "Are there any connections?" Ray: No, silly, they're decapitated! > He shrugged. "Nope. 'Cept one: they all went to the same 'igh >school. What that's got to do wit' it, I dunno." Peter: --don't care... > Falkyn stared into his drink. /Five murders. It seems wherever I >go, death follows. Egon: (Falkyn) Death? Are you following me again?! Windy: (Death) Uh, no. Just checking out the shops, really! >I almost killed Razhad, I did in all four of his lackeys, Tris and Theera >died, as did Sharak and Astur. Karados was killed before me, Windy: He's dead? Winston: That is confusing. D: What he means is that Karados was killed in front of him. Windy & Winston: Oh. Ray: Karados was killed by Tenma! Windy: Tenma-chan! Ghostbusters: [groans] >at the hands of Tenma, Akuma was near death when he re-merged with Tenma, an >entire band of raiders died when I went to their lair with Kerad, six Peter: --geese a-laying! Winston: Five golden rings! Ray: Four calling birds! Egon: Three french hens! D: Two turtle doves! Windy: And a decapitated head in a bloody tree! Others: ARGH! Windy: What!? >civilians die at the hands of a Thanatos-driven madman, and now this: five >decapitated bodies, no other major wounds. Who will die next?/ Ray: In a few more chapters, I'd say you! VO Derek: If you keep pushing your luck, you will! Ray: EEP! >He took a long pull of the beverage and remembered the good times, the times >when he trained Li'na Sivad, the young woman who was still with Shaianne >PeriHawk as far as he knew, and the times when he encountered Tenma, the >Divine Demon. Egon: What was so divine about him? Winston: He wore snazzy battle gear? D: The fact that he's seven feet tall and his muscles are the size of boulders? Windy: 0_0 >Then he realized those moments were few and far between. More often than >not, he was called into battle for the sake of good and righteousness. He >didn't want to remember those he had killed when he was under Thanatos's >control. All: [starts to sing Janet Jackson's "Control"] Peter: [singing] I am the one under Thanatos' control! > Thanatos. Ray: --Adios.. > That name rang in his head. Thanatos made him into a killer, Egon: (Thanatos) All I need is a bottle of malice and I'll have one perfect killer ready to go! >Thanatos's men cut off his father's arm, Thanatos turned a young man to >evil, Windy: Head evil, young man! Peter: (Evil) Hi, I'm Evil. Welcome! >/Thanatos is behind everything,/ he told himself. /I have to go to Tartarus >somehow. What can I do to get there and fight both Thanatos and Kerad on >their ground?/ Ray: Talk to our neighborhood resident of hell! VO Satan: Someone call? Peter: I really hate that! D: The fic is OVER! All: YAY! VO Satan: Wait, someone called me! Ray: Wrong number, Satan! VO Satan: Damn. Peter: Can we leave now?! D: Let's move! All: HUZZAH! [They stand up and exit] [Door sign: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6] Windy: That was fun...until the * incident. Egon: [shrugs] Ray: I think Egon's a bit miffed that he misinterpreted. Egon: I am not. Peter: Oooh, looking a little red, there... Egon: Shaddup! Winston: Hey, Jekyll and Hyde are calling. [Deep 13] Tory: Jekyll and Hyde? I like that! Derek: [just looks at Tory] Well, you know the drill. This is the end. So get to work! [VoFF] Winston: [singing] Now it's time to say goodbye to all my msting friends... Ray: [singing] F-A-N Windy: -n good night all! Peter: [singing] F-I-C Egon: -cause tomorrow's another experiment. All: AHHHH! [Deep 13] Tory: FINISH! [VoFF] Egon: Sheesh! D: T-H-E-A-T-E-RRRRR!!!! [Peter pushes the button] [ FWOOOOOOOOOSH! ] \ | / \ | / \ | / \|/ -----O----- /|\ / | \ / | \ / | \ [Screen goes dark] ________________________________________________________________________ "Falkyn, Chapter 25" 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) _________________________________________________________________________ > Tayid came back to him, Nav's head in her hand. "You got the arrow >out, huh?" Winston: (Kerad) Do you see it in my shoulder? Peter: (Tayid) Duh, nope! Winston: (Kerad) Good, because I'm going to ram it up your ***! Peter: (Tayid) Oooh...no, wait...AAAH!