07-10-2003, 07:10
Read this and please stop this sick guy!
OOC: IF YOU HAVE A WEAK STOMACH/ CONSTITUTION, DO
NOT READ THIS!!!
The dozens of captured New Sparthan civilians and military personnel left the warm touch of the sun, never to feel it again. They silently entered the blackened gates of the Halls as the armed Sentinels pushed them farther. The screams of the unfortunate souls that came before them echoed across the dank, poorly lit walls.
Rounding the corner, they passed through an almost endless corridor lined with thousands of skeletal corpses, their stink still emulating from their decayed carcasses. A little boy clung to his mother, sobbing as he passed down the Halls. Making their way into the main room, the group stopped, and saw the horrors that awaited them. Men were being ripped to shreds by hooded executioners. Others were tied to stakes and burned alive, their screams of pain and torment reaching almost deafening levels.
Alright, get them to their stations. Grunted a surly Sentinel. The people were seperated into 4 groups, and taken to different sectors in the the main room. The boy and his mother were in group 3, and the followed the other prisoners as they walked to their doom. Suddenly, two Sentinels grabbed the mother, and anothe grabbed the boy. NO! Don't you touch him, you bastards! His mother screamed as she thrashed, trying to break away from the Sentinels grasp.
The little boy was hysterically crying as the Sentinel took him atop a large clear vat, filled with a light greenish liquid. He was tied to an odd looking chain, his hands and feet bound. Slowly, he was lowered into the vat, and his mother screamed again. My baby! Oh please God, no! No no no!!! Sweet Jesus, NO! The boy cried out as his legs were slowly dissolved, inch by inch. Mommy!!!! Ahhhh..... More and more, his flesh was eaten away, and his mom could barely scream anymore. My baby! My only baby....you mother f---! My ba....by......
The now fully dissolved boy was lifted from the large container, and cast down at his mother's feet. All the woman could do is hold her head in her eyes as her only son was nothing more than a few bones. She was then lifted, her sobs growing greater, and tied to a large stake. Doused in gasoline, the executioner lighted a match, and threw it as her feet. The woman burst into flames, her agony filled screams drowning out those of the other unfortunates.
Meanwhile, as the prisoners were being brutally tortured, the captured Colonel was tied down to a large table. Opening his mouth to speak, his teeth were promtly knocked out with a large steel hammer. Spitting out blood and tooth alike, the several executioners went to work, and the cameras rolled. The graters slowly pulled the skin off of the soles of his feet, the exposed nerves sending signals of pure pain towards the brain of the belligerent Colonel. Paino wire was applied to his genitals, slowly severing them from his pain racked body. His cries went unheard by the heartless executioners, as he was then dropped into a tub of boiling tar. He foolishly opened his mouth to scream, but the burning tar found it's way inside his lungs, charring them as it did his skin. Being lifted from the tub, he was taken to the back of the room, and cast down a pit.....the Tomb of the Mutliated, where even the most hardened of Sentinels refused to tread.
As the last of the heathens were tortured and slaughtered, their impaled corpses were put on display, and they became the newest addition to the Halls of the Dead. Their fresh, bloody bodies were placed alongside the already dried and rotten bodies of those that fell victim to the Halls so long ago.
Damien watched the executions via closed circuit TV, and he chuckled.
Fools. They had to learn the hard way what happens when you f--- with the Empire.
Damien turned away, and casually went about his business.
OOC: IF YOU HAVE A WEAK STOMACH/ CONSTITUTION, DO
NOT READ THIS!!!
The dozens of captured New Sparthan civilians and military personnel left the warm touch of the sun, never to feel it again. They silently entered the blackened gates of the Halls as the armed Sentinels pushed them farther. The screams of the unfortunate souls that came before them echoed across the dank, poorly lit walls.
Rounding the corner, they passed through an almost endless corridor lined with thousands of skeletal corpses, their stink still emulating from their decayed carcasses. A little boy clung to his mother, sobbing as he passed down the Halls. Making their way into the main room, the group stopped, and saw the horrors that awaited them. Men were being ripped to shreds by hooded executioners. Others were tied to stakes and burned alive, their screams of pain and torment reaching almost deafening levels.
Alright, get them to their stations. Grunted a surly Sentinel. The people were seperated into 4 groups, and taken to different sectors in the the main room. The boy and his mother were in group 3, and the followed the other prisoners as they walked to their doom. Suddenly, two Sentinels grabbed the mother, and anothe grabbed the boy. NO! Don't you touch him, you bastards! His mother screamed as she thrashed, trying to break away from the Sentinels grasp.
The little boy was hysterically crying as the Sentinel took him atop a large clear vat, filled with a light greenish liquid. He was tied to an odd looking chain, his hands and feet bound. Slowly, he was lowered into the vat, and his mother screamed again. My baby! Oh please God, no! No no no!!! Sweet Jesus, NO! The boy cried out as his legs were slowly dissolved, inch by inch. Mommy!!!! Ahhhh..... More and more, his flesh was eaten away, and his mom could barely scream anymore. My baby! My only baby....you mother f---! My ba....by......
The now fully dissolved boy was lifted from the large container, and cast down at his mother's feet. All the woman could do is hold her head in her eyes as her only son was nothing more than a few bones. She was then lifted, her sobs growing greater, and tied to a large stake. Doused in gasoline, the executioner lighted a match, and threw it as her feet. The woman burst into flames, her agony filled screams drowning out those of the other unfortunates.
Meanwhile, as the prisoners were being brutally tortured, the captured Colonel was tied down to a large table. Opening his mouth to speak, his teeth were promtly knocked out with a large steel hammer. Spitting out blood and tooth alike, the several executioners went to work, and the cameras rolled. The graters slowly pulled the skin off of the soles of his feet, the exposed nerves sending signals of pure pain towards the brain of the belligerent Colonel. Paino wire was applied to his genitals, slowly severing them from his pain racked body. His cries went unheard by the heartless executioners, as he was then dropped into a tub of boiling tar. He foolishly opened his mouth to scream, but the burning tar found it's way inside his lungs, charring them as it did his skin. Being lifted from the tub, he was taken to the back of the room, and cast down a pit.....the Tomb of the Mutliated, where even the most hardened of Sentinels refused to tread.
As the last of the heathens were tortured and slaughtered, their impaled corpses were put on display, and they became the newest addition to the Halls of the Dead. Their fresh, bloody bodies were placed alongside the already dried and rotten bodies of those that fell victim to the Halls so long ago.
Damien watched the executions via closed circuit TV, and he chuckled.
Fools. They had to learn the hard way what happens when you f--- with the Empire.
Damien turned away, and casually went about his business.