So it BeginsChapter Five: And Pain Shall Consume Them AllDistraction Carnage
Lord Gamington's face is tightly held as the Zeppelin flies over the residential districts. "Potheads are ready?" he asks, looking towards Guatish who simply snarls.
"Very well," then he flicks over a small red button. "May Evil have mercy on us all."
Detonations rock throughout the city, before the Zeppelin begins deploying its troops, with Gamington first in line.
"TENS OF THEIRS FOR ONE OF OURS! MAIM! BURN! KILL! DANCE-DANCE!"
"COooooog!"
The citizens scream.
1d12= 9 + 2 (Pure Destruction) + 2 (Guatish-Feralty is my Specialty) + 0 (Bunnubi - I'm too cute to be of use) + 0.50 (Feel My Poisonous Fangs!) + 0.75 (Cogs!)= 14.25
Police is late!
Special Forces are Ultra-Late!
It is a round of pure slaughter, as unstopped the Cogs slice through the Civilians, the Squidconda spits its poisonous acid and the Bunnubi just generally floats around harmlessly -albeit it does bring children closer to it so that the Guatish can tear them to shreds.
With a feral roar, the Guatish tears and rends through many men, through many women, through husbands, fathers, wives, children, it rends and it feasts without care as Gamington watches the creature with disgust.
Gamington snarls as he plunges his lance deep into the stomach of a man.
"Why?" the man asks as he dies.
"The Overlord sends his regards," Lord Gamington replies.
(Lord Gamington is on a Roll)
1d12= 11+5.25= 16.25
The Police is nearing!
The Special Forces are nearing!
The Heroes are late!
It is a carnage without honor, without grace, without a fighting chance. Houses are burned, people are flailed alive, no one is spared from such brutality that can only echo in the most horrible annals of the history of B-City.
It is with a heart rending scream that Gamington slams his lance on the ground, closing his eyes to avoid staring at the devastation caused around him.
Then the sirens of the police arrive.
Lord Gamington stands proudly atop a pile of corpses, and points his lance at the first car of the police that arrives. Three other cars follow, and soon there are eight guns and eight policemen pointing their weapons at him.
Some are sickeningly green from the slaughter around them, and more than one has his shoes dirtied in the blood or the guts that linger around the road.
(I. Have. No. Words.)
1d12= 11+5.25 vs Police(
1d12= 1 + 4 (Buddy System) + 4 (Guns)= 16.25 vs 9 = 7.25
The Cogs slice through the police forces with ease, as Squidconda grips tightly onto one of the humans and snaps his neck before returning to its water tank. Apparently, she can levitate that thing to move around.
The Bunnubi's adorableness distracts a guard, and the Guatish tears apart his chest and breaks his ribs the next moment. It is quite the gruesome scene.
Gamingtons himself makes a shishkebab out of the remaining guards, and then he nods to the Cogs and his troops.
"We shall hold the line."
Then, the steam-powered engines of the Special Forces arrive to the party.
"HURRAH!" the military personnel yells as they descend from their steam-tanks, their massive gatlings ready.
"We shall fight in the shadows!" Lord Gamington snarls. "FOR THE OVERLORD!"
1d12= 9+5.25 vs Special Forces (
1d12= 5 + 8 (Buddy System) + 8 (Better Guns): 14.25 Vs 21= -6.75
Gamington dances -6 away! - 0.75 remains!
Two cogs fall pray to the spraying bullets, before Lord Gamington brings up his lance and snarl. "DANCE TO THE COGBOX!"
With a pirouette, it's his turn now to be enraged.
1d12= 11+ 4.75 + 6 (Lance of Cane!) Vs 1d12= 2 + 8 + 8 = 21.75 vs 18 = 3.75! One special forces is down!
Gamington's lance impales a special forces operative, killing him on the shot as bullets ricochet off his tophat shield. His eyes narrow as he roars, "We shall fight in the shadows!"
"SPRAY THEM WITH BULLETS!" one of the military yells. "SPRAY THEM!"
1d12= 12 + 4.75 Vs 1d12= 7 + 6 (Buddy System) - 1 (My Buddy's Dead! HELP) + 7 (Guns)= 16.75 Vs 19= 2.25 The last Cog is dead!. 1.75 is enough to kill a Dark Minion! Bunnubi to the fore!
The moment the bullet's about to slam into Guatish' chest, the Bunnubi squeaks loudly and sails in front of him. With a bang, the fluffy critter with bat-like wings dies in the hands of the Guatish.
Who looks at the creature's pleading eyes as he bleeds to death in his arms...
There is a moment of silence as the Bunnubi dies...
Then the Guatish eats him and flies into a homicidal rage! Just like pretty much everyone else.
1d12= 10 + 4.50 + 3 (Bunnubi-Let my Sacrifice not be In Vain!) Vs 1d12= 6 + 6 (Buddy System) - 1 (My Buddy's dead) + 7 (Guns)= 17.50 Vs 19: 1.50! Dark Minion dies! Squidconda!
Squidconda leaps in the air, hissing and spitting furiously as bullets riddle her entire frame. She ends up withering in pain as she dies. Then the Guatish eats her too.
Really, he should stop eating his dead allies!
That's when the ground trembles, and a Group of Heroes arrive!
"We are the mighty twenty-Eight!" they bellow, all of them. "We shall win this fight With our mighty twenty-eight pairs of arms and legs! Stand back men! It is time for the heroes to win this fight!"
Gamington clenches his lance and holds his shield up high.
"Bring it, twenty-eight days later they'll find your twenty-eight bodyparts scattered!"
1d12= 6 + 4.00 + 3(Bunnubi's Sacrifice) = 13 Vs 1d12= 8 + 14 (The Power of Being Twenty-Eight!)= 13 Vs 22= -9!
Guatish is riddled with holes, tore apart by fists and whatnot and, in the end, dies on the ground stampeded by the twenty-eight 'heroes'.
The Special Forces then bring up their rifles.
Gamington holds on to his shoulder, where he was wounded.
"I..." he gasps, "Will..." he grits his teeth. "Hold..." He snarls, "THE. LINE!"
1d12= 12 + 2 (pure Destruction) + 14 (Dance of the Dying Swan!) Vs 1d12 = 4 + 14 (The Power of Being Twenty-Eight!)= 28 Vs 18 = +10!
With a terrifying dance born of the agony of his wounds, as his cogs part break apart his very skin and blood seeps out spraying on the ground, Lord Gamington Dances. He dances beautifully across the road, his lance piercing the heads and slashing at the necks of the so called heroes. He dances as his wounds increase, but he does not stop.
He does not stop even as he watches the heroes cry in fear for the deaths of their comrades. He doesn't stop until the very last one of them gives off a strangled cry and falls unconscious.
Then he smiles.
The Special Forces hold their rifles up, staring at the bleeding monstrosity that has taken out twenty-eight heroes. A smile on his Face, Lord Gamington remains still.
Then, slick with blood, he charges on now Grievously Injured.
"THIS IS THE FINAL HOUR OF LORD GAMINGTON!
WATCH. ME. DANCE!"
1d12= 11+ 2 + 16 (This is the Grand Final) Vs 1d12= 11 + 7 (Buddy System) - 1 (Buddy is Dead) + 7 (Guns) -8 (That Guy Just Killed Twenty Eight Heroes alone! MOM I WANT MY MOM!)= +13!
Six special forces fall dead, their heads neatly removed as Gamington laughs out maniacally while dancing to his last tune.
The remaining guard is traumatized by the scene and, dropping his gun, runs away scared senseless.
Gamington coughs out blood, and then falls with his back on the ground.
His eyes look up to the sky and then he exhales loudly. "Did...I do well, Overlord?"
"I...hope so," too wounded to fight any longer, or to run, Lord Gamington closes his eyes in wait for the inevitable. "I really hope so."
Breaking In Carnage
Psysquid watches dispassionately as the prison slowly empties of some of its guards. The Heroes soon follow and, in the end, the Heroic Hero leaves too.
"We don't have much time," Psysquid remarks. "Let's get into it, Snowstar? Ready?"
"Of course," with a nod, the side-kick places his back against the wall of the prison, and slowly starts to bring up like an elevator the minions and the troops assigned.
"Fluffy, begin your operation," Psysquid orders to the Behemoth monster who nods and then dashes off growling.
Des:
1d12= 10 + 4 (Fluffy) + 0.5 (Dark Advisor) + 2(Squids are natural Prison-Breakers. For more info see Squidconda) + 1 (Chimera) + 2 (SilGoo) + 1.50 (cogs)= 21
Con:
1d12= 11 -2 (Fluffy) + 0.5 (Dark Advisor) + 2 + 1 (chimera) + 2 (SilGoo) + 1.50 (Cogs)= 16
Average: 37/2= 18.50
They Told me the Police was not here.
They Told me the Special Forces will be extremely late.
They Told me the Heroes have left.
The only trouble that remains as Psysquid walks through the entire prison by avoiding both the inmates -they might attract the police- and the guards stationed, is the person torturing Cerulean.
At least, that is his thought until he reaches the torture area -called 'Interrogation Sector'.
"AHHhhhhh please! STOP!" Cerulean's cries are heard beyond the door.
"Very well people from home!" Casternews states, "The next torture of the minute is Poisonous Vipers! As you all know, Goo-Girls can regenerate nigh everything beyond completely burning, and since all of their cells are interconnected, kicking her foot would be the same as kicking her head, her teeth, her tongue...and so, without ado, let's bring in the poisonous Vipers! Their powerful toxins will make her feel as if a thousand scorching needles were inserted in her entire body! A human would die, but she's a monster of the most wicked kind! Come on then children, do you want to see her suffer!?"
"Please..." Cerulean whimpers. "Dad...please..."
"You don't have a dad you monster! You don't even have a family! Your father is nowhere and you know it! He's not going to save such a horrendous piece of backwash filth like you!"
And that's when the door of the torture room are torn open by Psysquid as he enters cracking his knuckles.
"The Show is now no longer suited for minors," he hisses as he stares at Casternews, the Superhero of the News. "Now, it's time for Tentacle Fury."
Casternews is wearing a bright cerulean blue outfit as he stands next to the plexiglass cube where Cerulean is being tortured within.
"AH-HA! So you finally show yourself! Well, never mind! You will now meet your end! Knighthowl! Come!"
Nothing happens.
"Special Forces?"
Silence.
"Police?"
Nada.
"Security Guards?"
Nein.
"Children?"
Silence in the studio.
"Let me try," Psysquid replies smiling warmly. "FLUFFY!"
and with a deafening roar, the wall nearby detonates as Fluffy barges in.
"TIME FOR SLAUGHTER!"
1d12= 11+ 2 (naturally psychic) + 6 (Unlimited Scrap Works) + 0.5 (Dark Advisor) + 4 (Fluffy) + 1 (chimera) + 2 (SilGoo) + 1.50 (cogs) Vs 1d12= 12 + 2 (I am the News!) + 4 (Field Reporters always dodge the bullets) = 28 vs 18 = +10!
The entire television apparatus slams repeatedly into Casternews, as Fluffy tears apart his body and SilGoo slams his metallic parts while bellowing in fury. By the time the onslaught is finished, there is blood of Casternews sprayed everywhere.
SilGoo then proceeds to break the plexiglass and grab a hold of Cerulean's limp and half-solid body.
"Dad?" she whimpers looking around.
"The Overlord is waiting for us at home," Psysquid replies smoothly. "Time to leave."
Weather the Storm"Overlord," Chemista remarks. "Lord Gamington is..."
There's a beep.
"Yoh dawg," a Pothead states. "We heard you like your cogs within your cogs, so we put a Lord Cog inside a Cog and did the Cog."
You turn to stare at Chemista, who closes her eyes and rubs her temples.
"I think what he's trying to say is that they got to the scene before the Heroic Hero and sent Gamington back here with the Zeppelin's auto-return feature."
You give a nod.
"When is he going to return?" you ask back.
"Judging by the state he was in and if he can't control the zeppelin...I'd say tomorrow."
"Very well," you turn on the tv, only to find static on the Torture Cerulean Show.
Another sigh of relief flours you as you hear Psysquid's Zeppelin land safely at the docks.
Everything went well.
But it was close.
So close.
You are now in Downkeep. What do you do?
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