Automagfreek
19-10-2003, 07:16
The panic was overwhelming. Over a billion people cried out in fear as the islands of Automagfreek vanished into the interdimensional tear. Scientists from other nations were baffled as to why the hell this happened, and some religous folk ranted about how God had claimed the Freeks and sent them to their demise.
But that is incorrect......
...for it was not God that claimed the Freeks, it was someone.....evil. Someone who literally tore the delicate fabric that binds the creatures of Earth together, and pulled the populace of AMF into cataclysm. That person was none other than Lucifer himself. Laughing maniacally as the billion plus people were draged into the endless pit of fire, Lucifer stopped, and pulled one Freek aside. It was Damien Dreadfire, quite posibly the most wicked man on Earth.
Damien looked around, nervous for the first time in his life. In an instant, everything he knew had changed. The beautiful landscape had disappeared, and was replaced by an endless pit of fire. Demons wreathed in flame danced about in a sinister fashion, tormenting the souls of those that were dragged to their doom. Damien made his way down the long corridors of Satan's lair, the walls alive with the souls of the damned. The clouds in the blackened sky twisted and contorted, and the clouds rained down blood.
Making his way around aimlessly, Damien walked down what looked like a road, the dead trees staring at him as he moved. Eyeless children giggled as Damien crossed their paths, and many horrible, mutilated people moaned and stirred in his presence. Then....all was silent......until...
Damien found himself surrounded by darkness. All around him he saw black, until he peered straight ahead. Seeing a flame beginning to grow, he was taken back, not knowing what to make of the situation. Damien had never imagined Hell would be so strange....it was more odd than horrifying, although the screams of the tormented souls still echoed through his head. The flame was now upon him, and it whipped and spun into form, the form of a winged beast. Opening his fiery mouth, the demon spoke with a cursed tongue. This was no ordinary demon, this was the Beast himself. Standing hundreds of feet taller than Damien, he spread his wings wide, staring Damien dead in his eyes. He spoke only once, and the words shook Damien to his bones...You....
Damien knew exactly what this was all about. The nightmares that plagued his sleep now made sense. Had this been his destiny all along? Was Damien selected by Satan himself for some horrible and demonic purpose? Damien asked himself why....but the Beast gave no reply. Instead, images came through Damien's mind. Images of burning towns, fields of corpses, million upon millions of skulls amassed in a large pile, and standing atop was Damien. He blinked, and knew exactly what the Beast was telling him. Damien was to open the gates of Hell, and unleash torment and pain upon the heathens. Before Damien could react to what was happening, the Beast flapped his wings, and flew into Damien's chest. Damien's skin bubbled and peeled as his body contorted. He thrashed violently as his body was racked with pain, although Damien felt a strange sense of nirvana. You shall now be the Bearer of the Flame. Strike down those that would wrong you, and devour thier soul in a maelstrom of flame. Everything wicked you have ever done in your life Damien, is now being cast and reflected back upon thy enemies. Your time has come, my child.... The voice in his head said it all.
Damien stood, his charred and distorted body still smoking. Damien's clothes were tattered and burnt, and Damien picked up a cloth that fell from his garb, and covered his sizzled head. He walked down the halls of fire, and back to his people, still suffering at the hands of the unholy bloodthirsty demons.
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Freeks, Sentinels, our time has come to return to the realm of men. We shall never be scorned or wronged again, and the world shall know that AMF is forever. Now, let us go now, we have business to attend to. The rift gate opened, and the Freeks moved towards the light.
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Boats near the site of the former AMF islands were casually going about thier business, until a blinding flash of light filled the sky. In an instant, the water became occupied once again by the land of Automagfreek. Except...something was different. The land had changed as well as the people. An unholy aura was projected from the darkened mainland, and the panicked sailors moved as quick as they could from the shores. Damien had stepped through, and he looked at himself. He had changed so much that he no longer recognized himself, but he did not care. He did wonder how Xel would react, but that thought was promptly squashed by the newfound fire inside.
Damien spoke to the masses, and his speech was brief.
Brothers and sisters, the sun has set for the last time upon the shores of Automagfreek. we live no longer in the dusky evening, when Dark mixed itself with Light. The New Dawn has arisen, the Flame has returned.
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---Damien Dreadfire---
-Supreme Warlord of AMF-
But that is incorrect......
...for it was not God that claimed the Freeks, it was someone.....evil. Someone who literally tore the delicate fabric that binds the creatures of Earth together, and pulled the populace of AMF into cataclysm. That person was none other than Lucifer himself. Laughing maniacally as the billion plus people were draged into the endless pit of fire, Lucifer stopped, and pulled one Freek aside. It was Damien Dreadfire, quite posibly the most wicked man on Earth.
Damien looked around, nervous for the first time in his life. In an instant, everything he knew had changed. The beautiful landscape had disappeared, and was replaced by an endless pit of fire. Demons wreathed in flame danced about in a sinister fashion, tormenting the souls of those that were dragged to their doom. Damien made his way down the long corridors of Satan's lair, the walls alive with the souls of the damned. The clouds in the blackened sky twisted and contorted, and the clouds rained down blood.
Making his way around aimlessly, Damien walked down what looked like a road, the dead trees staring at him as he moved. Eyeless children giggled as Damien crossed their paths, and many horrible, mutilated people moaned and stirred in his presence. Then....all was silent......until...
Damien found himself surrounded by darkness. All around him he saw black, until he peered straight ahead. Seeing a flame beginning to grow, he was taken back, not knowing what to make of the situation. Damien had never imagined Hell would be so strange....it was more odd than horrifying, although the screams of the tormented souls still echoed through his head. The flame was now upon him, and it whipped and spun into form, the form of a winged beast. Opening his fiery mouth, the demon spoke with a cursed tongue. This was no ordinary demon, this was the Beast himself. Standing hundreds of feet taller than Damien, he spread his wings wide, staring Damien dead in his eyes. He spoke only once, and the words shook Damien to his bones...You....
Damien knew exactly what this was all about. The nightmares that plagued his sleep now made sense. Had this been his destiny all along? Was Damien selected by Satan himself for some horrible and demonic purpose? Damien asked himself why....but the Beast gave no reply. Instead, images came through Damien's mind. Images of burning towns, fields of corpses, million upon millions of skulls amassed in a large pile, and standing atop was Damien. He blinked, and knew exactly what the Beast was telling him. Damien was to open the gates of Hell, and unleash torment and pain upon the heathens. Before Damien could react to what was happening, the Beast flapped his wings, and flew into Damien's chest. Damien's skin bubbled and peeled as his body contorted. He thrashed violently as his body was racked with pain, although Damien felt a strange sense of nirvana. You shall now be the Bearer of the Flame. Strike down those that would wrong you, and devour thier soul in a maelstrom of flame. Everything wicked you have ever done in your life Damien, is now being cast and reflected back upon thy enemies. Your time has come, my child.... The voice in his head said it all.
Damien stood, his charred and distorted body still smoking. Damien's clothes were tattered and burnt, and Damien picked up a cloth that fell from his garb, and covered his sizzled head. He walked down the halls of fire, and back to his people, still suffering at the hands of the unholy bloodthirsty demons.
http://invisionfree.com:54/40/9/upload/p3416.jpg
Freeks, Sentinels, our time has come to return to the realm of men. We shall never be scorned or wronged again, and the world shall know that AMF is forever. Now, let us go now, we have business to attend to. The rift gate opened, and the Freeks moved towards the light.
--------------------------------
Boats near the site of the former AMF islands were casually going about thier business, until a blinding flash of light filled the sky. In an instant, the water became occupied once again by the land of Automagfreek. Except...something was different. The land had changed as well as the people. An unholy aura was projected from the darkened mainland, and the panicked sailors moved as quick as they could from the shores. Damien had stepped through, and he looked at himself. He had changed so much that he no longer recognized himself, but he did not care. He did wonder how Xel would react, but that thought was promptly squashed by the newfound fire inside.
Damien spoke to the masses, and his speech was brief.
Brothers and sisters, the sun has set for the last time upon the shores of Automagfreek. we live no longer in the dusky evening, when Dark mixed itself with Light. The New Dawn has arisen, the Flame has returned.
http://invisionfree.com/forums/WMNK_Coalition/index.php?act=Attach&type=post&id=3417
---Damien Dreadfire---
-Supreme Warlord of AMF-