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OOC: 1rl day-1ns year at first. For 23 days I will document his life and his take over of Parthenon. After that he will begin his assault upon the world. This will be a large rp. No nukes, but bio weapons allowed in extremely small quantities.

October 31st, 2003

It was a dark Halloween night in the City of Argon. Dandum Esperon rushed his wife to the hospital. They maneuvered the crowds of children going door to door asking for candy. This brought relief to Anna Esperon, watching the children so happy when they get some candy. In her mind she pictured herself and a child going trick or treating together and being so happy. She eagerly awaits the birth of her child. The hospital comes into view above the Argon Buildings. Dandum takes a left into the parking garage and drives up to the door. He parks the car and rushes to Anna. Anna Esperon smiles back to Dandum. He notices how underweight she is to be giving birth. Dandum takes her in his mighty arms to the desk and tells the nurse she is having contractions. The nurse in a hurried fashion hits a button to get help. Moments later a stretcher appears with a few doctors. They lift her on it and head to the back room. Dandum follows behind the stretcher till they reach the maternity ward. He opens the door to her room, but is immediately shooed out by a doctor. He goes to the waiting room and eagerly awaits the coming of his son. Hours pass until the doctor comes and gets him. The doctor does not take Dandum to Annas room, but to his office. He tells Dandum to take a seat, while he shuts the door. The doctor then tells Dandum his wife is dead, from complications at birth. He breaks into tears. The doctor offers him a tissue, but Dandum refuses. He states he must be strong for his child. The doctor then takes Dandum to Annas room. Dandum goes inside and sees the pale face of Anna, a tear drips down his face but then he turns to the nurse and sees a newborn son. He has black hair and light red eyes. He names him Teufel Esperon. The baby is doing well so they allow Dandum to take it home. They get in the car and drive to their home in sector 4. Dandum drives fast because he must inform the relatives of Annas death. Dandum takes a sharp turn and then there’s a loud thud. A child is on the hood of the car with his head through the windshield, dead. All Teufel knows is death so far, such a bad start.

comments?

Well, as far as the idea goes it's going to be difficult to pull off. As you're aware, the biblical anti-christ will gain control of the world via diplomacy and non-violent means [the rider on the white horse with a bow and crown, going forth conquering and to conquer - you'll notice he has no arrows].

Ignoring that, it could be really fun. Except, I'm not too big on religion and, hell, I'd probably take his [Mr. AC's] side. All in all, I don't think it's really too feasible because of the massive amount of participation and coordination needed. T'would be fun if it worked though.

so true

hopefully after 23 days people would get intrested

I'm already interested...An anti-church dictator just took control of Genya. :twisted:

lol

*is worried*

um, wouldn't the rise of the Anti-Christ bring about the end of the world?

*wasn't expecting this until NS2 came out, goes to hoard water and food*

not if you read good omens. :wink:

A Sketchian shadow warrior operative slips silently through the shadows. Encountering no problems, and with a clear view of th objective, he leaps foward from the shadows and *tags* the thread. Executing a deft 180 degree roll immediately after contact, the shadow warrior slips back into the darkness.

Well, as far as the idea goes it's going to be difficult to pull off. As you're aware, the biblical anti-christ will gain control of the world via diplomacy and non-violent means [the rider on the white horse with a bow and crown, going forth conquering and to conquer - you'll notice he has no arrows].

Ignoring that, it could be really fun. Except, I'm not too big on religion and, hell, I'd probably take his [Mr. AC's] side. All in all, I don't think it's really too feasible because of the massive amount of participation and coordination needed. T'would be fun if it worked though.

7 years he reigns on the world, then Jesus throws his evil butt and his False Prophet into the Lake of Fire. Well, you could always go the route of Megiddo: the Omega Code II, where he is sent to military academy, then grows up to be leader of the European Union (that's the thing Christians are watching), and then starts challenging God to unleash his wrath.

In the bible there are 3 anti christs...

In the bible there are 3 anti christs...

no, that's Nostradomas. The Bible only has one

I think Nostradamus said Napoleon was an anti-christ. He did kill like two popes...

Well, there was only on Anti-Christ but there were three beasts, The First Beast, The Second Beast, and the Dragon.

Is space tech (read: Gundams) allowed?

Tomas McDonald awoke in the middle of the night, still panting from his dream. In it he saw a dead woman with skin white as chalk, a dead child with its head bashed open, and a small child with deep red eyes, not dissimilar to his own. However, Tomas was a neko, and this child was human.

Although born in the Resian homeland, Tomas was born and raised in the nation of McCountry. His life had been cursed with death, his catnip-addicted mother dying seconds after his departure from Resian soil, his wealthy foster parents dying in a place wreck on his eighteenth birthday, and his two adopted siblings slaughtered by a serial killer. Yes, his was a life of misery and horrible death, so much so that Tomas had built up a resistance to the concept. Death no longer frightened him, it was simply there, along with the rest of existance. What made this dream so unique was that it actually scared him.

"Urne, come here," he spoke into the intercom by his bed, summoning his butler. For you see, after the death of his new parents and siblings, he was the sole heir to their fortune, making him the wealthiest neko in all of McCountry. Sure this arroused some suspicion, but nothing major came of any of it. A polite knock on Tomas' door signified that Urne had arrived.

"Come in," Tomas said, watching the door open and his butler, a man with fair skin in his mid-forties, step through.
"Urne," Tomas began again, "I need someone to do a search for me... a search for information. You see, I had a premonition of a dead mother, a dead child, and a very... strange baby."
Urne opened his mouth, and Tomas cut him off, "Before you write that off as 'just a dream', please, hire someone to check it out. It would make me feel more at ease, and after all I don't pay you to disobey me."
Urne promptly closed his mouth and did an about face, walking out the door to call everyone he could on the matter. Tomas was left alone with his thoughts, and the bitter taste of the aweful dream still in his mind.

OOC:- This is going to be good keep going.. :twisted:

Emperor Krildahd Voramix tossed and turned in his lavishly dressed king-sized bed beside his sleeping wife, the Empress Mihilla Voramix. Krildahd's own slumber was fitful and rough, filled with scattered and fractured dreams. The Empress; however, slept calmly and peacefully, without any disturbance from her husband's constant turning. But soon they would both be awake.

There was a loud urgent knock on the door, waking them both as a servant hurried into the room and gave a great bow. "Apologies, Your Highnesses, but the High Priest Jorzo Mafil is here to see you, Emperor."

Krildahd grumbled as he clambored out of the bed and the servant aiding him with putting on his scarlet dressing robe. The servant led Krildahd out of the bedroom and the Royal Quarters to where an escort of Scythirian Guards waited. From there, with the guards, they walked down a great hall to a room where the High Priest Jorzo Mafil was seated and waiting for audience with the Emperor.

Jorzo Mafil was a young man, somewhere in his mid-thirties. His head was shaved bald and he wore an ornate cap that matched his dark red and violet priest robes. He stood once he saw the Emperor and bowed before sitting down again as Krildahd sat down on a chair across the table from him.

"Why do you seek audience with me at so late an hour, High Priest Jorzo Mafil?" Krildahd asked with a glour across his bearded face.

"Your Highness, I have urgent news," Jorzo spoke. "I had a dream of the Promised One who will aid our Gods armies march across the globe! He has been born!!"

Krildahd's eyes have widened in awed surprise. "You speak of the Bringer of Darkness and Hellfire?"

"Yes...." Jorzo grinned darkly. "I have already spread word throughout the Sacred Church. Much worship and prayer is being conducted within the Temple as we speak." Krildahd was frowning. "What is wrong, Your Highness?"

Krildahd tugged absently at his long beard. "I was hoping that my son, Prince Hirak-Al, would be the Promised One." Jorzo nodded in understanding.

"You do know that when he is grown, he can form an alliance with the Promised One. Scythirus will stand proud at his side!"

Krildahd nodded in return, still a hint of sadness in his eyes. "So it will, High Priest, so it will......"

Another knock came.
"Sir!" Urne began, "I beleve I've found several photos which may be of interest to you!"
"Ah, thank you," Tomas replied, "please, come in."
And so Urne entered with a stack of photographs of women in obituaries, all who died of childbirth in civilized countries. Urne had limited the collection to those in the past week in an effort to trim down the massive ammounts of information that were provided to him. Still, the numbers of photos were in the tens of thousands. He layed the pile of photos in front of Tomas, then quickly exited the room.

About five hours later, Tomas' voice crackled over the intercom again. "Urne! I need you up here, ASAP!"
Urne burst into Tomas' room to see him with an excited, but not delighted, look on his face. He held in his hand a picture marked "Anna Esperon".
"Tell me Urne," he asked, "Where does this woman live?"
"Flip it over, sir," Urne replied cooly, "it says that she died in Parthenon."
"Bring up her obituary, I want to see if she survived anyone."
"Yes, sir."

tommorow expect the unexpected, The childs 2nd birthday...

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OOC: Um... are you going to stick strictly to the biblical stories? 'Cause it wouldn't be a role play, it'd be a book with a very sad ending for nationstates :P So who's gonna play Jesus and God? o.O

I'd love to get my nation's leader involved in this since it seems incredibly interesting, but will this involve primarily small scale individual RP, overall nation RP or a mixture of the two. I'd like to use something like this to have an interesting changes in Plenzonian leadership.

This will not be fully based on the biblical stories but only partially

How much of the Bible are you using? I'd prefer Daniel 27 as a basis for the AC.

im just using the bible as a setting and intro


anyways...

YEAR 2

Teufels father was arrested for manslaughter so Teufel was sent to live with his uncle, Admiral Galdabia of Parthenon. The Admiral was a serious man, smileing little, and having no time for Teufel. They lived together onboard the Aurora III flagship. Teufel stayed in the ships nursery often. The nursery was a deck above the engine room, a prime location for attack. Such an attack occured on October 31st, Teufels 2nd birthday. The TBR Destroyer Axium opened fire upon the Aurora 3 over Diplomatic talks gone bad. Teufel was standing directly next to the wall that was hit. The nursery was engullfed in flames from the hit. The fire killed everyone in the nursery except Teufel, who crawled out with not a burn, his eyes a little more red though.

OOC: Note that ADK will attack Parthenon, mainly because ADK is uber-christian and has yet to fufill its 'Defender of the Faith' status that it proclaimed months ago...

ok quin, but wait till I actually begin the assualt with teufel

ok quin, but wait till I actually begin the assualt with teufel Of course.

TAGGIN'

*Giant Telescope on the Terminal (Best dining around for 600,000 lightyears) zooms in on the scene, a crowd gathers. Popcorn is passed out*

Atlantians where not christians. They worshiped Posidon. But even Poseidon had bad nightmares the day the Anti-Christ was born. And he would never sleep well agian.

There was a loud knock at the door like the one you hear when the police are there, Eddie quickly looked through the peep hole making sure it was safe and to his surprise it was N.M the wizard he let him in he seemed to have an anxious look about him.

" Hey what's up old man"

Eddie always took a cheap dig about the wizards age as he was nearly double his age.

"Not much Ed, i've been having dangerous dreams about something awefull we must get the book out"
he said looking at Ed.

" The book, No way man last time we.."

"There are no buts Ed this is serious, get the book"

At this Ed ran upstairs and brought down an old looking brown book wrapped in some sort of plastic.

" So what was the dreams about this time ?"

Ed looked at the wizard handing him his book.

" Dreams Ed, Dreams ive been having several sleepless nights and its not good, the vision i keep seing is something well like out a horror film, a young boy filled with hate he has something inside of him something more evil than anything on this earth we have to find him"

"How?" said Ed

"This i dont know, now get the tea on and i'll look through the book"

The wizard sat down and started to sif through the many pages of this book.

Gundams? Y or N?

this is modern to semi post modern, how sophisticated gundumns we talking here

Another rule for this rp is no pictures, i dont want any russian forces style rp

Tagged.

Tag for me

There is more tags here than rp... 21 days till the start 28 days till the antichrist falls

There is more tags here than rp... 21 days till the start 28 days till the antichrist falls

OOC: Can I RP that I just found out about this information because Im too lazy to read Pg. 2... lol..if not ill delete this... ALSO, although im not RP'ing the anti-christ im RP'ing a disciple of the AC... as you will read..

IC: A horseman gilded in steel armor with a broadsword across his back galloped into the Imperial Courtyard, of the palace in Madrid. He was a strange character, especially since he was sorrounded by men with guns, not swords.

A young guard stepped up, "Halt there horseman! Ye not be allowed in these areas of the palace!."

The horseman turned and merely nodded. Raising his hand and taking his broad sword out he muttered some words under his mouth. An old priest in the back room, hands trembling in fear with mouth gaping wide open, shouted, "Watch out fool! He is not human!."

The horseman then turned, but not before two bullets struck into his back. He seemed unwavering, even with bullets in his body, and he pointed the sword toward the priest. Raising the priest in mid air he lit the relic of religion of fire and then turned his attention once more on the guard.

In a slow and dark voice he repeated those words under his breath and then charged the guard. Of course, the courtyard was full of soldiers, firing widely into the horseman, yet the stranger did not bleed.

The horseman cut the soldier's head off and then charged the other guards... soon enough they were all dead... all except one. The horseman galloped into the next room which lead to the Imperial Chamber, the meeting place of the DUMA and the emperor, Finegold III.

When the horseman entered the young 17 year old emperor rose and asked, "What has taken you so long?"

The horseman took off his helmets, bearing a black face, not human, or animal, but evil... He replied, "Sorry me lord, I had to kill some of your guards who wouldn't let me in."

The emperor grinned and then turned towards the DUMA. "Kill them..."...

OOC: This will lead to an RP of an "alliance" with the AC and then the emperor defending the empire agaisnt the armies of the AC... does that sound good?

The emperor walked out the door and the doors mystically shut behind him. He laughed as he heard the screams of the DUMA as they were slaughtered in their seats.

Out of the clear blue sky a messenger appeared and landed near the emperor. The messenger, blue eyed, said, "It has begun. The Anti-christ is spanning himself! You must be weary. AND, that horseman is no horseman, he is a disciple!/"

The emperor stared for a while and then replied, "Be gone, heathen you, I know very well what is happening. I have no space for God, all I have space for is the protection of my empire. Tell your God that and tell him to not interrupt my plans.". The emperor reached in his pockets and took out a scroll.. [/i]"Give God this...let nobody touch it...[/i]...

OOC: The scroll outlined his plan on how he was going to protect the world from the anti-christ.... Parthenon what I want to get to is a join effort between Finegold III and your "hero" to destroy the anti-christ in a massive last well RP'd battle.

That sounds good,

ooc info: This horseman can help me attack the vattican when the antichrist gains parthonese power

After about 5 minutes the horseman galloped out of the room, smeared in the blood of the massacred. Finegold turned and asked, "What be yer name horseman?"

The horseman replied, "I be Carguntan. I spawned at the rise of the anti-christ 20,000 years ago and was put to sleep the day the anti-christ was put back in his cage by God. Today, I have risen from my eternal sleep and come to take revenge on this pitiful world."

The emperor once again grinned and then waved Cargunta to follow him. The disciple dismounted and pushed his horse away who out of nowhere flew out to the sky. The two men walked along the palace and many of guards were thrown back by the looks of Cargunta. The emperor merely laughed at their cowardness.

Finally Finegold III got to the gates of the palace and told Cargunta, "You will meet an army of "cavalry", more like tanks and infantry. They number 200,000 men and 500 tanks. That is your army when the battles come. For now go around the world and search for your brethren. Kill them, reduce the inloyalties to you. I will pay you with a kingdom."

The horseman nodded and whistled. His steed came from the sky and the horseman mounted and galloped away. The emperor then looked afar and snapped his fingers. On site came two knights. The emperor spoke, "You are the knighs of the Teutonic Order correct? Don't answer... You were raised to battle the disciples of the anti-christ. Now gather intelligence on them, their weaknesses, etc... They will die soon enough..."

OOC: They wont die before the vitican is taken though lol..

Year 3

Teufel began Pre-school. His first day was more less than ordinary. It began out like every other. The children began the day with music time. Teufel played the drums to Glory and Honor, the Parthonese anthem. After that they had nap time. This is when the strange events started. Five minutes into the nap Teufel began shaking. The teacher rushed to him, on her way knocking down an easel and a container of red paint. When she made it to Teufel the shaking stopped, but a demonic voice began to speak. It said to her, "The cities of men will fall, and the walls of hell will rise". Shocked from what the teacher heard, she ended nap time that exact moment. Teufel snapped back into his normal self. Art time began following the shortened break. Teufel began to paint a picture of his mother. The day after that was pretty normal. Teufels uncle appeared in the doorway after class to pick Teufel up. The teacher walked to him accidently stepping in the red paint on the ground. She told the uncle of the mysterious voice during naptime and of the picture of his mother. Teufels uncle's eyes widened at that statement. They went to the picture and Teufels uncle recognized his sister then turned to the teacher and talked of how she died 5 minutes after his birth. He turned back to the painting but it suddenly faded to black, all but the eyes, which faded to red. They both where perplexed. Teufel and his uncle walked out of the school. The teacher began to wash the paint off her shoes. When she bent over, there was no foot print in the paint, only the word "BLOOD".

In the midst of the sky:

The horseman rode through the sky and then swope down upon a dark and molten landscape of volcanoes and ash. Upon landing he called for his brethren to join him. Out of the fog about 2,000 horsemen gathered around and he whispered:

"It is time to conquer the world and give it over to the true ruler. BUT do not harm the Empire which spans the seas, for he is a new servent and will reap the benefactor."

With that they all went loose destroying cities of small nations, awaiting the day their leader awoke.

for 3 years, Posiedon had no answered the prayers of the Atlantian people. His children now felt forgotten, and abandoned.

3 priests made their way to the Alter. They began a ritual, one that was to be preformed as an act of desperation. But no one answered. Not even a hint, or a sign. In despair, the preists left the sanctuary. On the way out, they threw their sticks in random directions. One of them struck a picture of Posiedon. Another, a picture of Atlantis. The pictures shattered. An omen that the perists did not notice, as they left the room.

Year 4

Hospital Report

Name: Teufel
Resides With: Admiral Galdabia
Damage: Permanant
Injury Location: Cranium
How: Teufel was visiting his mothers grave when a large tree fell and landed directly upon his head.
Doctor Opinion: The work of an angel saved him

OOC: Are there going to be any of the 21 judgements mentioned in Revelation appearing? Just wondering.

IC: NEWS FLASH! AP- A small town in Coreworlds has been mysteriously destroyed and many people, perhaps the entire population, were killed. Firetrucks, ambulences and police from neighboring towns converge, and wonder what's happened to destroy the town so ruthlessly. Theories ranging from asteroids to God to earthquakes were as common as dust, and debunked at the same time.

Deep in the bottom-most chamber of the Great Temple, High Priest Jorzo Mafil led a sacred ceremony. Priests chanted and passed around incense as they bowed before a great, circular altar at the center of the circular room. Finally Jorzo unsheathed a dagger and cut into his palm. He stepped towards the altar, turned his palm down on it, smeared his blood over the cold surface, and loudly recited a prayer in a forgotten tongue.

Suddenly a strange glow formed over the altar and Jorzo stepped backwards from it. The glow swirled violently and sent electricity flinging across the chamber. Within moments an inhuman howl emerged from the glow and a great, black-red, muscular form took shape over the altar. Horns crowned the great head and solid black eyes took in the chamber with a glance.

"Why have you summoned me?" the demon asked in its inhuman voice that nearly shook the chamber.

Jorzo bowed his head, "Oh dark one, we have summoned you here to inquire the Promised One's status."

"The Promised One is growing and in great health. Soon he will reign terror upon this realm."

"And will the God of Hellfire's armies be ready?"

"They will be, and are. Horsemen already march over the world."

Jorzo lowered his head, then fully bowed.

Year 5

The city of Argon expierenced a large blizzard this winter. Power was knocked out for days. Thirteen people died of hypothermia, most homeless. Teufel due to his injury last year stayed indoors. For some unknown reason, the building he lived in did not expierence any snow, while all about it there was snow.