Automagfreek
14-04-2004, 15:11
OOC: If you have a weak stomach / constitution, please read no further. If you do so, you do at your own risk. You've been warned so please don't hijack this thread or run to the mods.
http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=73777
Past link.
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For many years now the Halls of the Dead lay quiet. The screams of the damned had faded into eternity and no longer echoed off the dank walls. With the return of Dreadfire also comes to return of the ultimate device of evil...The Halls of the Dead. Many a man decended into the Halls to meet an unspeakable fate, but it had been years since the torches were lit.....until now. With the rise of murders, rapists, child molesters and those that would undermine the Excessively Armed Empire, the dried up torches of the Halls have been re-lit. First on today's agenda was a man convicted of terrorism against the Empire.
The massive stone doors were opened and the torches that lines the corridors were lit. After everything was ready, this human piece of garbage decended into the darkness, never to return. After walking down the staircase occompanied by 6 heavily armed Sentinels, the first thing the man did was scream in terror at the sight of the best attraction at the Halls: the endless wall of corpses. Dried and decomposed, these were the bodies of those previously condemned. He walked past hundreds and hundreds of mangled skeletal bodies hanging off the walls and stacked on the floor. As he looked at one particular stiff, it's jaw bone fell off, and a large spider crawled out and walked over the face of the unfortunate soul. The man threw up instantly at this sight, babbling and sobbing, and the Sentinels pushed him further. The stench was near unbearable after ages of rot and ruin, and the man passed by the holding chambers. These chambers housed the condemned until they were to be killed, a place where one went mad. The dank stone floors were bathed in the light of the main chamber, and the man walked further.
Upon entering the room, his mouth went agape at the sight he saw: hundreds of brutal torture devices. From still vats of acid to chopping blocks, each device was permanently stained red. First stop was the rack, and the Sentinels strapped him in. Without a second to get confortable, the man was stretched repeatedly, his joints making snapping and popping noises. Finally, the Halls had heard a scream after all this time, and it seemed to excite the evil that dwelled there. Next stop was a large steel table with leather straps on both ends. He was forcibly slammed onto the table and locked down. The stand next to the table contained numerous sharp objects, and the executioner that had been standing there grabbed a long metal spike. Slender and sharp, the executioner jammed the spike under the fingernails of the man, prying them off. A shriek filled the room as one by one the man's fingers were violated by this spike, and after each nail was removed, the executioner moved towards his feet. The man looked at his hands, blood flowing freely from them. He began weeping uncontrollably at this sight, but his cries were interupted by the sound of a drill boring into the soles of his feet. The man's body thrashed and contorted as golf ball sized holes were bored out ever so slowly, and the executioner winched as small jets of blood covered him.
Next down the greusome line came the peeler, a massive bed with a large arm over the top. The man was carried over to this device and locked into it. With the flick of a switch, the machine kicked into life while sending sparks flying. The arm carried a large drum that had many holes in it, similar to a cheese grater. The drum began spinning and dropping lower and lower, ever so slowly. He began screaming again even before the device neared him, for he knew this would be truely painful. For sport, the executioner picked up a large pair of needle nosed pliers, and in a swift move drove them into the left eye of the condemned. Twisting it and turning it, the executioner removed his eye, dangling it in front of the man before brutally and forcibly removing his right. The man was starting to cough as blood ran from his empty sockets and into his mouth. The drum meanwhile had been getting lower and lower, and by now it was nearly on top of him. Slicing into his flesh nd severing the nerves in his skin, the grater began raking into the man's body, and a literal shower of blood followed. The man could not scream anymore for he had exhausted his voice. T'was too late anyways, because his chest and face had been raked clean off, and as the drum dropped lower it cut into his arms and legs. After taking his nose and the skin on his chest, arms, and legs off, the drum raised, and gasoline was poured over the victim, causing his body to contort one final time. A single match was lit and tossed on the soon to be corpse, and the gas erupted into flame.
Damien watched this from the observation booth high above the main torture hall, and he chuckled a another parasite was removed from the world. Looks like the Halls have their newest edition in years. said Damien to himself as he looked at the body stop flailing, for death had finally come to the destroyer of the innocent. His days of killing the weak were over, and another body (if you could even call it that) was tossed on the pile.
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-AMF News Update-
Today a convicted terrorist was put to death inside the fabled Halls of the Dead, a known torture facility in Automagfreek. Since Lord Dreadfire's return the Halls have been reopened to also lower the violent crime level in AMF back down to nothing.
It's sad to see how this world has degenerated since my departure Damien was quoted as saying. Maybe now terrorists wil think twice before doing the things they do. Let it be know to all terrorists that you will suffer a much worse fate than this.
http://207.44.246.95/40/9/upload/p3403.jpg (http://home.eznet.net/%7Edeck/fe/Finger%20Eleven_Slow%20Chemical.mp3)
---Damien the Destroyer---
-Supreme Warlord of AMF-
Ruler of The Ancient Republic of Greek Forces, The Silent Protectorate of Old Frankland, The Holy Kingdom of The Royal Knights, The Mentally Superior Republic of Arrogant Uber Geniuses, The Raving Lunatics of Hackers Demise
No further information is available, but we will break in with updates as they occur.
http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=73777
Past link.
********************
For many years now the Halls of the Dead lay quiet. The screams of the damned had faded into eternity and no longer echoed off the dank walls. With the return of Dreadfire also comes to return of the ultimate device of evil...The Halls of the Dead. Many a man decended into the Halls to meet an unspeakable fate, but it had been years since the torches were lit.....until now. With the rise of murders, rapists, child molesters and those that would undermine the Excessively Armed Empire, the dried up torches of the Halls have been re-lit. First on today's agenda was a man convicted of terrorism against the Empire.
The massive stone doors were opened and the torches that lines the corridors were lit. After everything was ready, this human piece of garbage decended into the darkness, never to return. After walking down the staircase occompanied by 6 heavily armed Sentinels, the first thing the man did was scream in terror at the sight of the best attraction at the Halls: the endless wall of corpses. Dried and decomposed, these were the bodies of those previously condemned. He walked past hundreds and hundreds of mangled skeletal bodies hanging off the walls and stacked on the floor. As he looked at one particular stiff, it's jaw bone fell off, and a large spider crawled out and walked over the face of the unfortunate soul. The man threw up instantly at this sight, babbling and sobbing, and the Sentinels pushed him further. The stench was near unbearable after ages of rot and ruin, and the man passed by the holding chambers. These chambers housed the condemned until they were to be killed, a place where one went mad. The dank stone floors were bathed in the light of the main chamber, and the man walked further.
Upon entering the room, his mouth went agape at the sight he saw: hundreds of brutal torture devices. From still vats of acid to chopping blocks, each device was permanently stained red. First stop was the rack, and the Sentinels strapped him in. Without a second to get confortable, the man was stretched repeatedly, his joints making snapping and popping noises. Finally, the Halls had heard a scream after all this time, and it seemed to excite the evil that dwelled there. Next stop was a large steel table with leather straps on both ends. He was forcibly slammed onto the table and locked down. The stand next to the table contained numerous sharp objects, and the executioner that had been standing there grabbed a long metal spike. Slender and sharp, the executioner jammed the spike under the fingernails of the man, prying them off. A shriek filled the room as one by one the man's fingers were violated by this spike, and after each nail was removed, the executioner moved towards his feet. The man looked at his hands, blood flowing freely from them. He began weeping uncontrollably at this sight, but his cries were interupted by the sound of a drill boring into the soles of his feet. The man's body thrashed and contorted as golf ball sized holes were bored out ever so slowly, and the executioner winched as small jets of blood covered him.
Next down the greusome line came the peeler, a massive bed with a large arm over the top. The man was carried over to this device and locked into it. With the flick of a switch, the machine kicked into life while sending sparks flying. The arm carried a large drum that had many holes in it, similar to a cheese grater. The drum began spinning and dropping lower and lower, ever so slowly. He began screaming again even before the device neared him, for he knew this would be truely painful. For sport, the executioner picked up a large pair of needle nosed pliers, and in a swift move drove them into the left eye of the condemned. Twisting it and turning it, the executioner removed his eye, dangling it in front of the man before brutally and forcibly removing his right. The man was starting to cough as blood ran from his empty sockets and into his mouth. The drum meanwhile had been getting lower and lower, and by now it was nearly on top of him. Slicing into his flesh nd severing the nerves in his skin, the grater began raking into the man's body, and a literal shower of blood followed. The man could not scream anymore for he had exhausted his voice. T'was too late anyways, because his chest and face had been raked clean off, and as the drum dropped lower it cut into his arms and legs. After taking his nose and the skin on his chest, arms, and legs off, the drum raised, and gasoline was poured over the victim, causing his body to contort one final time. A single match was lit and tossed on the soon to be corpse, and the gas erupted into flame.
Damien watched this from the observation booth high above the main torture hall, and he chuckled a another parasite was removed from the world. Looks like the Halls have their newest edition in years. said Damien to himself as he looked at the body stop flailing, for death had finally come to the destroyer of the innocent. His days of killing the weak were over, and another body (if you could even call it that) was tossed on the pile.
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-AMF News Update-
Today a convicted terrorist was put to death inside the fabled Halls of the Dead, a known torture facility in Automagfreek. Since Lord Dreadfire's return the Halls have been reopened to also lower the violent crime level in AMF back down to nothing.
It's sad to see how this world has degenerated since my departure Damien was quoted as saying. Maybe now terrorists wil think twice before doing the things they do. Let it be know to all terrorists that you will suffer a much worse fate than this.
http://207.44.246.95/40/9/upload/p3403.jpg (http://home.eznet.net/%7Edeck/fe/Finger%20Eleven_Slow%20Chemical.mp3)
---Damien the Destroyer---
-Supreme Warlord of AMF-
Ruler of The Ancient Republic of Greek Forces, The Silent Protectorate of Old Frankland, The Holy Kingdom of The Royal Knights, The Mentally Superior Republic of Arrogant Uber Geniuses, The Raving Lunatics of Hackers Demise
No further information is available, but we will break in with updates as they occur.