NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: First person that hijacks get my foot in their ass.


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.

http://invisionfree.com/forums/WMNK_Coalition/index.php?act=Attach&type=post&id=3417
---Damien Dreadfire---
-Supreme Warlord of AMF-

Trudging back to his lair, the fiery warlord passed down the darkened streets. A slight breeze rustled the dying leaves on the trees, but other than that, all was dead silent. Ascending the stone steps to the Great Hall, Damien threw pen it's massive dorrs, their creaking echoing throughout the quiet corridors. Only a few candles lit the rooms, and the smell of food from the recent Feast of Blood still hung in the air.

Damien made his way to the throne room. Upon entering, he noticed a shadowy figure standing next to his trone. Damien moved towards his throne without paying the figure any attention, even though his skeletal face looked Damien dead in the eyes. Death had been following him around for some reason, a reason that he knew not. Although it was definatly not his time, Damien did wonder why this figure was following him.

What do you want? The warlord said coldly. Answering not, Death simply looked away, then slowly melded in with the shadows. Wierd shit was going down everywhere, and most of it was stemming from the Halls of the Dead. Rumor has it that this whole incident came about when investigators opened the Tomb of the Mutliated....

OOC: First person that hijacks get my foot in their ass.


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......

OOC: Ummm, since I'm not sure of another way to check this out.

IC: Department of Paranormal Activity, Univeristy of Larkinia

David Jeffers sat at the computer reading the news reports, he couldn't believe what he was reading. Another nation, some part of the world had vanished off of the face of the earth.

"Amazing, some kind of rip in space-time, like a rift or bridge to another world maybe," he said drinking his coffee and finishing his bagel. "We've got to check this out."

He stood up and called a secretary into the office.

"Jerrica, see if we can charter one of the military research ships, something strange is going on.."

Later, at the site of the accident

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-

Jeffers covered his eyes just in time before the flash of light totally blinded him.

What in the hell was that??

He blinked a few times, as he regained his vision. It wasn't possible! The nation was back! AMF returned, looking the same as before, but at the same time, something felt different. Very different!

He debated approching to continue his research into what happened...

Dreams of panic. Masses of innocent, suffering by the hands of great evils. Smoke, rising above the lands and fire soaring through the streets. A wave of hate and despair, consuming all in it's path. Children and mothers, praying in vain as the bodies of their husbands and fathers are consumed in a desperate effort to reverse the tides of darkness. Churches, temples, towers, fortresses and entire armies, devastated by the hands, claws and blades of demons beyond imagination.

The vision was disturbing. Even the hall surrounding her, intended to stimulate stability and calmness during meditation, did little to protect her mind's eye from the atrocities. She knew that images of this intensity could mentally damage her. It had happened before, and the mental scars were something that still reminded her of the incident every morning.

A hand on her shoulder, sending a small pulse through her spirit, interrupted her stream of visionary thought. As she looked to her left, she saw her mentor, a wiser and older person than she could ever hope to become.

"Naila, do not overburden yourself. Your vision has been shared by many, though few have seen it as detailled as you. The Elders are gathering in the central halls. Join them, if you wish"

Naila nodded, and after a slight bow she started hasting herself towards the central halls of New Haven. About an hour later, she returned. The Elder Battlemages had asked her to share her vision with them. After that had taken place, they had concluded this vision was unusually vivid. Almost...real.

Then the debate went on. The Elders had all felt the change and transformations taking place in Automagfreek. They had been trained for decades to recognize such events, and this one did not have the slightest subtlty to it. On one hand, the Council knew that the new Automagfreek would become the symbol of an alliance between men and hell. On the other hand, they desired more information.

Of course, studies had immediately been ordered. Oracles and wise men would be asked dozens of questions. Answers received would be analized extensively by sages and scientists. Yet the Elders missed one thing: eye witness information. As they debated, Naila had witnessed the thoughtstreams between the Elders, who debated mostly with mental means, instead of verbal ones.

Then, she had made a daring proposition. Adding a new thought to the stream that connected the Elders, she proposed to venture to Damien Dreadfire, and simply ask him what had happened, and more importantly: what would happen. First, the Elders were shocked by the proposal of one who was so small in power compared to themselves. Then, they realized the potential of this plan. Damien would need his reputation to be spread. He needed people to fear him. He needed the world to know about him. After all, no reign of fear and terror could be established if mankind did not know of his existance.

A few hours later, a lone drake and rider ascended to the skies, hailing from the breeding colonies near New Haven. At about the same time, a message was delivered to Damien Dreadfire.

~Damien Dreadfire~

We have noticed the change and transformation in your lands. We have felt it, and we openly admit it disturbs us. Yet, this new shape of your nation also fascinates us. We would like to send a delegate to you, to discuss with you what has happened and what the effect of this change will be. We would like to know if such an envoy could approach and leave unharmed, and ask the questions she wants to ask you.

OOC:
One of research, one of diplomacy and now, one of espionage.

IC:
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Zvarinograd Special Forces Division, Valkonezh High Command

"They want me to what?!" Illyanich, a man of his early twenties replies, looking surprised at the soldier in front of him. "That's insane, we have had never any real experience niether do we have training from other nations and why me?"

"Sir, High Command wants you to infiltrate the nation of Automagfreek and discover what had happened to it." The soldier gives him a red envelope. "You know very well what this is, would you rather this than compliance to duty?"

Illyanich shrugs, taking the red envelope. "I'm going." He stands up and walks outside his quarters, escorted by the soldier.

I seriously hope you know what you are doing, my friend, for both of us.

OOC: I think that even an elven mage of little power could feel this

IC: Theallas awoke to the sound of laughter, a dark and brooding laughter that he had heard once in his life, when a Necromancer visited on his way to some where, Theallas had asked him to where he was going, the Necro made a responce that only now did Theallas understand, Diablo is free (Start OOC: all you Diablo II fans yes, that is a necro, yes you read Diablo and free in the same sentence without the "NOT" and has any one seen Tyriel the Archangel?). Diablo is free, but in what form, who is he, what is he doing.

Theallas ponderd these things as he got ready to make a "visit" to Cyberutopia.

Deep in the centre of The Underground City, in the chamber of the dark lord, Dorusceronis:

"Do you feel that, Atanracnad? Lucifer is returning to us!" said the Dorusceronis to his brother. "Now it shall be our time once again!"

"No, Dorusceronis," said Atanracnad. "It won't be our time. It will be lucifer's and lucifer's alone. You think he'll cut us in? You know what he's like."

"With him as our leader, we elder daemons will finally rule this universe!"

"You're such a dreamer, Dorusceronis. Even if Lucifer did manage to have a successful campaign, he would turn on us at the first opportunity. He is completely untrustworthy!"

As they continued to argue, a waiter daemon arrived, with an obsidian tray bearing a tied and bound live human for Dorusceronis' dinner.

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*Hearing of the news of what happened to the nation of Automagfreek, The Altaranian Inquisition dispatches an operative to the islands...*

*50miles off the coast of Automagfreek, the good ship Venturer sails onwards, buffeted by the waves of the ocean*

Transmission to the nation of Automagfreek:

We have heard of the news! It is truly a great day....we hail Damien Dreadfire, and bring word of the Dreadfire Cult of Altaran! May we come onto your shores, and do your bidding?

The procession from the sky marched forward, preceded by three figures. A slightly short man with long, black hair, and his hands clutching a long, silver sword. A large, blonde, well-built man, as naked as stone, with a huge stone club. Both were somewhat in awe of their leader, a tall man with a batlleaxe. Ater all, no one in their right mind would challenge Michael the Archangel, vanquisher of Lucifer, to a duel.

Heaven's army touched down on the surface of AMF and felt scalded, but they did not give up their resolve. The enormous force of angels strode proudly across the land, killing any demon that got in their way. Eventually they found themselves at the entrance to evil's lair.

"Wait here," said Michael. The others complied.

Michael strode forward and threw open the doors. Most of the demons and heretics within cowered back from his holy radiance. Those who did not met with a swift end. He reached the door to the great hall and wrenched it off its hinges.

OOC:What happens next depends on whenther Damien is inside or not. Micheal's two second-in-commands are Lawrence, Archangel of the Sword, and David, Archangel of Stone.

A light flashes on the desk of TGI Bob. He looks at it questioningly; why had he never noticed it before? He pressed the also-previously-unnoticed button beside it, and a voice came in over the intercom.
"Sire, you must see this! Quickly!"
He spoke back,
"Who is this? What's that light for? What's going on?"
"This is the third level R+D labs. We have something like an emergency going on!"
"Like an emergency? So it's not an actual emergency?"
"No, it's...different. You must come quickly!"

10 minutes later, TGI Bob was looking over monitors in the third level R+D labs. Needles were dancing all over the place.

"Sire, it appears a great evil has appeared. It appears to be even greater than the entire coalition together!"
"Hmm...This is disturbing...Any idea of what happened?"
"Not as yet sir. However, the nation of Automagfreek disappeared into an interdimensional rift, and then reappeared around the time the readings went crazy. And crzy old blind priests are running through the streets crying the devil is walking the Earth, the end is nigh, and we are all gonna die..."
"Intriguing..."
So, TGI Bob thought to himself. He has finally arrived. Lucifer has come for our souls. Now it comes down to a choice: Should the Coalition ally with him, or fight against him? We can hardly stay neutral in something this big...

OOC: Tag

"We must ally with Lucifer!" exclaimed Dorusceronis. "If we do not then we shall surely be swept aside in a torrent of hellfire!"

"You overestimate him," said Atanracnad calmly. "He does not have the power he claims to, and has many enemies in the daemon world. By gathering daemonic allies, we can build a great army to resist him!"

"Are you insane, Atanracnad? This is Lucifer we are talking about. The Devil! Even if the other daemons could defeat him together, old grudges will surely inhibit any formation of an army!"

"You may not many good friends, Dorusceronis, but I do. I'm going to contact Erotturtsid right now."

'This will never do', though Dorusceronis. 'We must ally with Lucifer. If that means turning against my own brother, so be it'.

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O.O.C. damn it! Thread that provided back groud info to this post went missing....Therefore I'll explain. My PM (Kanosis) was kidnapped by terrorists and after one thing lead to another the terrorist leader, himself, the Deputy PM and several spec-ops troops(in that order up) were on a rope that was breaking under the strain he cut the rope and he and the terrorist leader plummeted to their deaths. his body was never found.

I.C.
Kanosis sat in darkness. After his descent he had a strange vision, one where he was brought up onto the clouds and saw a great line of people at the gates. He entered the line but suddenly two winged creatures picked him up and brought somewhere away from the gates. Where he was brought there was a large throne and it in sat something. It was impossible to describe, a combination of everything yet still beautiful. It never spoke but Kanosis knew what it wanted. It warned him that evil would rise and he would be called to stop it. He awoke and found that he was lying in the sewer. His leg was broken but he crawled and discovered a udnerground group of misfits. The poorest of the poor retreated to the sewers to save themselves from gangs. Knowing a good thing when he saw one he told them of his vision. Soem fo them allied with him and began converting the others.


That was 2 years ago. As he sat in the dark chamber of thoughts where he though of ways on how to combat the evil. He ahd felt the tremors of evil runs throught the world. one of his messengers came to him with news from the outside world. That Automagfreek had disapeared and then returned different. he knew where they had been and what they were going to do. It was time.

This is Mort Perkins reporting for AMF News.

Mass hysteria has plagued the lands of AMF. Several hours ago, and anomoly happened that rocked the country, although many cannot remember exactly what happened. People are wandering the streets, shocked and speechless. They have open wounds, burns, tattered clothes, and yet they do not know why.

Camera cuts to an interview with a young woman. She's crying.

I don't know what happened....one minute I was driving to the store, and then I closed my yes briefly, and I saw...I saw...

She runs off.

Cut to a middle aged man.

I don't know what the fuck is going on. I saw this lake of fire, and all these....creatures snarling and growling....it was terrible....you probably think I'm crazy....

Camera pans across the street, showing people wandering aimlessly, then the camera pans back to Mort.

As you can see nobody is sure that they believe what they saw, most think it was some mass hallucination. AMF government officials refused to comment.

This is Mort Perkins reporting for AMF News, because the news is happening now.

Nothing here.

Illyanich looks around, blending in crowds, seeing the people who are dazed and bewildered by the incident. He takes note of the television in an electronics store, seeing the report.

It looks like I have to go and find Damien himself. Figures.

He walks past the streets, weaving through weeping and confused mobs. He saw some childern, they were broken, shattered, lost in sorrow. He tried to comfort them but they seek to cry. A dark thought remains written in his mind, something had happened here and it wasn't at all good.

A wretched soul, bruised with adversity,
We bid be quiet when we hear it cry;
But were we burdened with like weight of pain,
As much or more we should ourselves complain.
~ William Shakespeare

That death would stalk the land, unleasing it's horror, it's vengence, it's flame. That death, the devourer of souls would rock the world from it's balance and turn all into dust. That death... is the flame. The Flame reborn into being. His being. His mind and body no longer quite his.

Guardian Protector Jee Leng Tan poped awake.

"Damn... what the hell was that?"

The telephone rang causing him to jump. He quickly picked it up.

"Yes?"

"Turn on your T.V Channel 12."

"Ipkiss? Why?"

"Just do it."

Leng flipped his T.V on.

...don't know what happened....one minute I was driving to the store, and then I closed my yes briefly, and I saw...I saw...

She runs off.

Cut to a middle aged man.

I don't know what the f--- is going on. I saw this lake of fire, and all these....creatures snarling and growling....it was terrible....you probably think I'm crazy....

Camera pans across the street, showing people wandering aimlessly, then the camera pans back to Mort.

As you can see nobody is sure that they believe what they saw, most think it was some mass hallucination. AMF government officials refused to comment.

This is Mort Perkins reporting for AMF News, because the news is happening now.

"Holy.... "

He was dead. Quite decisively and gruesomely dead. No blood seeped from his wounds, for there were no wounds. Not a drop of blood marked the place where he died, and naught but one thing marked his final resting place:

A human hand reaching out from a wall of solid granite.

Commander Malcom had no explanation for it, none whatsoever. The electronic intelligence-gathering fishing boat had been the first Dominion craft on scene when the nation of Automagfreeks dissapeared. Darting in close to gather readings on the site, they had been caught part way over where a cliff had been when the entire island chain reappeared... And as a result, more than two thirds of the boat was now embedded in solid rock.

The Commander closed his eyes, clasping the reaching hand of what used to be his Captain one final time, offering a brief prayer... And then he gathered what gear he could, tossed an inflatable dinghy overboard, and transfered to the smaller craft. There had to be some way off this damned island...

"Freinds, allies, believers, keepers of the light. The time has come. The darkness has come upon this land. The nation of Automagfreek disapear for a few hours into hell. When the returned here I felt great evil from that land. i fear that we amy not be strong enough to resist it but we must. We shall stop the evil in it's tracks. We shall move out."

To: Celack

From: The Office of the Guardian Protecter

Subject: Your intentions

Text: What are your intentions regarding the country of AMF? How do you see yourself going about these intentions?

To: Celack

From: The Office of the Guardian Protecter

Subject: Your intentions

Text: What are your intentions regarding the country of AMF? How do you see yourself going about these intentions?I ahve a question for you. What are you talking about? read everything have posted and tell me why you are talking to my goverment.

Blast Site One: Guardian Protecter's Office

"The Mission was a success GP. Protecter One got in and out of there with no traces left behind."

"Wasn't she suppose to recover proof Cat?"

The man known as "The Cat" smirked. "No, the proof wasn't as importent as the mission data."

"I see."

"Was there something else?"

"Have you heard about the AMF situation?" GP Tan asked.

The Cat paused before answering, "Yes... and I go on record as being against deploying at assents. We don't have the information to be able to accuretly judge what we are up against"

"Are not our AP's job to gather information?"

"That amoung others, you know that. Regardless though, my opinion stands."

"If you had the dream I had..."

"We both know that I never will, not again." The cat said edged tone.

"I'm sorry... that was callous of me."

The Cat nodded. "But you still want to deploy?"

"I can't help but know that if we do nothing..."

"I understand."

To: Celack

From: The Office of the Guardian Protecter

Subject: Your intentions

Text: What are your intentions regarding the country of AMF? How do you see yourself going about these intentions?I ahve a question for you. What are you talking about? read everything have posted and tell me why you are talking to my goverment.

OOC: Whoops, my mistake, ^^;; I ment to that guy that was talking, ^^;; but since he's not actually talking to anyone that would be able to pass the info along to me... heh, disregard that post, with my apologies, ^^;;

Waitkus had been up doing some rather unimportant work, while she was doing work as a cover to what she was really doing. A small red mark just below her shoulder, no more than three inches long, unmasked the real cause of her late night candle bruning. She was now typing up a response to some complaint or bad mouthing or the like, when the small red light next to the door in the office, set into the wall so that when off it was invisible, blinked once. She typed a command into the computer, making the screen go blank, and picked up the phone on her desk. "Yes?" she asked into the reciever.

"Madame President, Secretary Penn his here to see you. Something about a freek or somethign of the like. He seems pretty excited. What should I do," a younger sounding male voice asked her.

"You can go ahead and send him in Agent Rachtman," she replied, standing as she hung up the phone. She walked out from behind her desk, and unlocked the door into her office. She was walking back to her desk when it opened, and the black suit cladd ISS agent, along with Oliver Penn, Secretary of Forigen Relations, stepped through. She turned to face th two men, and offered each a drink. She knew Rachtman would decline, it was against regulation to drink while on duty, but was suprised to here Penn turn it down as well. He never turned down a good hard drink.

"Madame President," he opened. He was new on the staff, and one of the only people not to call her by first name. "We have a situation with Automagfreak."

"And what might that be?" she asked, looking rather unintrested as she poured her self a glass of vodka.

"It seemes they have disapeard, physically, and returned. There was a mass power spike, then boom, everything was fine again. Intel shows that other nations are sending specialists to check it out. What should we do?"

Elizabeth sighed. Right now, she had much more to deal with than some country who had no real bearing on Imitora disapearing and reapearing overnight. She pulled a chart up on the computer, looking over the force deployment records, personel shipments, and everythgin else involved in her military. She did a quick database search, and found a Virginia class attack sub on patrol with nothign better to do. She was hesitant to send it off to investigate somethign like this, after all, another Virgina, The Duchess Elizabeth had opened fire on and destroyed an unidentified Alfa class attack boat in Imitoran territorial waters just three days ago.

She tossed the idea around in her head, before punching out a transmission to the Head of Surface Naval Operations, and had it relayed out to the Elizabeth. She excused Penn and the agent, thanking them both and went back to work.
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The Duke John Atlantic Ocean Patroll Manuvers, 2217 GMT

Captain Tom Dodge looked at the board. In one move, it would all be over. The air in the ship was rather tense, and quite a bit was ridding on this. In fact, just over two hundred and thirty eight million allied credits were riding on this. "Do I have a firing solution, XO?" he asked.

"Aye captain, we are locked on target."

"Very well." He picked up a radio unit, and depressed the button. "Torpedo room, this is Captain Crutch. Is tube one loaded and flodded?"

"Aye sir," the staticy reply came back.

"Excellent. Fire tube one."

"Aye sir, firing."

The 'woosh' of a torpedo firing could be heard through ths ship, and everyone suddenly went quiet. "Weapons, keep me updated," Dodge told the man sitting at a console lablled 'Weapons COmmand'

"Two hundred feet till impact captain. 150. 100..." He was interupted by the defense operator.

"Sir we have been locked! Its flooding its tubes, and..." he was to interupted, this time by the sound of a mock explosion. Cheering could be heard throughout the submarine, and a voice came over the ship intercom.

"Congratulations captian, you sunk my battleship. Looks like you and your boys win the cash."

"Thanks for the great game Captain First, it'll be good to play against you again," Dodge replied over the ship to ship radio. Moods were high, and a state of relaxed dress had been anounced. It was then the message came through.

Dodge looked it over, and relayed the command to the dive officer. "Dive officer, bring us to four zero zero feet, course heading two one seven, looks like we got ourselves a real mission."

"Aye sir," came the reply.

[OOC: Tagged]

In the Undergroud City, a bem of pure white light appeared in the middle of whatever chmber the daemon lords were occupyng. It became a body of flame, and uttered the following words a few times in a deep, booming voice: "Behold the Metatron, Herald of the Almighty, Voice of the One True God.Behold the Metatron, Herald of the Almighty, Voice of the One True God." The fire then coalesced into a middle-aged man with a pair of huge, radiant wings.

"Daemons, infidels, heretics, I am the Metatron, voice of Him who is called I Am," the figure announced. "I bring you a proposition. As you know, the island of Automagfreak has become the new headquarters of Kucifer on Earth. Join with Heaven and The Lord will spare you. side with Lucifer and be annihilated. The choice is yours. When you reach a decision, call me and I shall return." And with that, Metatron vanished in a puff of light.

Dorusceronis looked at the space where the Metatron had been.

"Damn", he thought. "I knew linking to this realm would have side-effects. I think I ought to move my headquarters back to the daemon realm, where people like that can neither enter, nor hear my conversations."

With a quick incantation, the chamber vanished, and reappeared in Niogoul-Maeromirpli, one of the lesser-known daemon realms.

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Meanwhile, Atanracnad was discussing alliances with his old friend Erotturtsid.

"Yes", Erotturtsid said. "This is the perfect opportunity to knock Lucifer off his throne."

"And as I mentioned earli - wait, did you feel that?" Atanracnad asked abruptly. "Dorusceronis has returned to this realm."

"Has he come to ally with us?"

"I fear not. He was very enthusiastic about allying with Lucifer. We must be cautious."

"I do not fear Dorusceronis, Atanracnad. He is a fool who could never defeat us."

"Not alone no, but Lucifer has been gathering great power."

Damien got wind of the massive international interest in the sudden disapperence of AMF. He stood looking out from the balcony, looking over the now dusky sky. The setting sun left a blood red skyling, and the shadows slowly crept over the buildings. Damien let out a long sigh, then thought to himself.

These recent events have played hell with my soul, and the stress is almost more than I can bare. Alot of our friends and allies have betrayed us, and left my country to rot. They have shunned and forsaken us...the Light has abandoned us.

For many decades, we spilled our blood fighting for the Light. For many decades, Freeks suffered and died fighting in wars for the Light, wars in which we were not even going to get involved in. All the Light has done is take, take, take, and what have they given us? Their mistrust? Their anger? Well, fuck that. If the Light wants to stab us in the back, then they can fend for themselves.

Damien trailed off, standing silently as the night wind blew through the balcony windows.

[ooc: please answer my message. otherwise, my char is still coming. Consider her neutral.]

Kanosis stood on the bow of the boat they had commandeered. They had taken it a week ago and set sail. It was a container transport and it moved slowly. However it could hold all of his followers. He looked at the command cabin. A man with a large grey beard was driving the boat. he had the air of a seaman around him even thoguh he had not been on a boat in 20 years. Kanosis truned around and looked at the rapidly approaching land-mass. They would scuttle the ships and sneek ashore in the night.

Agent Protecter Jane Tse stood at attention. Around her, the well lit walls of the PFB-CG (Protecter First Branch - Canada-Germany) echo'ed with continued movement.

"Ah, Jane, you're here. Come in."

Tse looks to the voice.

"Cat, you wanna tell me what's going on?" she askes the man who's head had briefly appeared from his office.

"Come inside and we'll talk about it."

"Yes sir."

Michael spied Damien on a balcony and sensed immense evil within him. so, this was the new antichrist, eh? Didn't look too tough, but Michael knew better than anyone that appearances could be deceptive. He creeped up behind Damien and swung his axe.

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In the streets below, what a starnge sight to behold! Rays of Light shining don from the sky, and shinig angels walking amongst humans, herding them towards the centre of town, where a burst of fire suddenly appeared along with the words "Behold the Metatron, Herald of the almighty, voice of the one true God." The fire then coalesced into the figureof a kindly old man with a pair of beautiful wings. He spoke thus:

"Freeks, I am Metatron, the voice of Him who is called I Am. I have been sent here to offer you a choice. you may fight for Heaven, in which case you will probably die, but all your sins will be forgiven and ye shall bask in eternal light alongside the Lord. you may also choose to flee and not fight in this War. If this is what you choose, you will gind a fleet of Hussassian transport vessels arriving soon at the coast. However, along with free will comes a third choice - the choice to fight for Hell. You may choose this option, but if you do, know that you are condemning your immortal soul to eternal damnation, if not extuinguishment. the choice is yours." and with that, he was gone in a flash of pure, holy Light.


Meanwhile, the procession of grim-faced warrior angels continued to emerge from the Heavens

Michael spied Damien on a balcony and sensed immense evil within him. so, this was the new antichrist, eh? Didn't look too tough, but Michael knew better than anyone that appearances could be deceptive. He creeped up behind Damien and swung his axe.

OOC: :roll:

o.o.c. your choice ignore him or let him saty. Also Am i allowed to stay?

Michael spied Damien on a balcony and sensed immense evil within him. so, this was the new antichrist, eh? Didn't look too tough, but Michael knew better than anyone that appearances could be deceptive. He creeped up behind Damien and swung his axe.

OOC: :roll:

OOC: :?