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We live no longer in the dusky afternoon, when evil mixed itself with good and befuddled the world.

-The Crucible-
By: Arthur Miller

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With Lord Damien and Azrael drinking of the cup of blood and feasting at the table of war, the Great Hall lay silent, but instruction had been left. The One Who Shall Remain Unnamed received his orders, and hew knew exactly what his task would entail. Cloaked in his long black coat and his face eternally shrouded by his wide brim hat, The One and a legion of his Death Dealers opened The Halls of the Dead which had long lay sealed. A gust of stagnant air rushed out and ruffled The One's clothes as dust and decay left the Halls. The thousands of skeletal corpses that lines the miles long entrance way stood as still as ever, a silent testament to all the evil and blood that flowed up from the damned corridors. Inside the main execution chamber large torches were lit, and huge banners were placed all around. Banners of the Dread Fires, crimson and black, were draped over the entrance and rear of the main chamber. Banners of his son The Advocate, of gray, green, and gold, were draped throughout the chamber.

Soon the Halls would receive their most valuable guest to date: the President of Allanea. Long captured and long since rotting in a cell somewhere in the cursed Imperium of Melkor Unchained, this man would soon meet a fate unlike any that were brutalized in the Halls.....he would suffer "Puritania"....the most horrific form of torture known to mankind. The One was left in charge of carrying out this act, and he was in charge of broadcasting the grizzly images to the Flagships that were soon to be laying siege to the Allanean mainland.

The One opened a channel with the Imperium, his offer and intentions clear. We get the President, you get the land and the resources that reside there once our joint taskforces are finished purging it. A more than fair trade. Lord Damien wished to inflict great pain upon this heathen dog, and pain he shall indeed feel. If our offer is accepted, you are cleared to land at the ULE City airfield. Once over AMF territorial waters the transport will receive fighter escort in order to protect our prize.

Soon screams would echo off the dank stone that made up The Halls. Soon, Puritania would be carried out. Soon......

OOC: And no Allanea, your President is not free. Continue the discussion on his status here: http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?p=6603884#post6603884

Could you explain 'Puritania' is?

Could you explain 'Puritania' is?

OOC: The most sick, brutal and graphic torture my twisted mind can concoct.

Hmm, I suppose I'll get the barf bags ready then...

Warlord Garrand pursed his lips. "A most interesting proposition," he admits, clasping his hands on his desk. He peers back at his counterparts intently. "We want it in writing. And we're not coming to ULE city, you're coming here if this is going to happen; I strongly suspect Lord Melkor would not have it any other way; as we were instructed to have interested bidders do the same."

He shifts slightly, and pauses to take a drink of amber liquid from the glass next to him. "Formulate a written agreement and send a delegate to Ali'Staan. If we ratify the agreement, we will put him on your transport back to ULE city. If not..." he shrugged. "Well, I don't think it will come to that," he finishes with a wink.

Warlord Marcus Garrand
Imperator-General of the Imperial Air Force
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In the darkness of his personel chamber the blue eyes of the Overlord looked on at the screen. It displayed ships sinking, entire fleets being wipped out by missle attacks. The creature in the darkness standing next to the Overlord's chair snarled, not at the loss of stupid Terran life but of the idiocy of some of the commanders.

"Well Kell Lord Kuzma, do we both agree...?" the polished tones of the Overlords voice were a bit disconcerting with the hard eyes staring up to the eight foot creature that seemed to be made of the darkness itself.

"Yes, these Freeks do themselves justice in this war. These...pathetic Terrans that call themselves Allanea are nothing but second rate war mongers. They have tactics but know understanding of prolonged war. They walk forward with their bellies empty and there enemies at their backs. Nothing more that over grasping fools..." the voice was deep but raspy, at times it almost broke into two diffrent sounds one a high pitched wail over the deeper voice.

"I hope to enjoy what awaits based on these intelligence reports through KIST about the president and the history of the Freeks...I wonder if they are willing to pay for his poor body?"

"I know not my lord, but I would...if I were in the Freeks place..."

OOC: Hmm...want to help but can't find IC way to do so at the moment.

Within seconds, Damien's SR-71B rocketed away from the ULE City airport at top speed. At such speeds, fighter support would be useless because the SR would leave them in trails of dust. A written agreement is faxed directly to several Imperium authorities, and the document is short and sweet.

By handing over the President of Allanea, the Excessively Armed Empire hereby extends the following conditions:

*The President be unconscious and restrained by the time our plane arrives.

*AMF will hereby cede any and all territorial claims to Allanea proper and affilitated territories when coalition forces emerge victorious.

*AMF will cede any and all claims to resources above and below land on Allanea proper and affiliated territories.

*AMF will see to it that this mandate is enforced, and outside meddlers will be dealt with.

*AMF will offer full production rights to the video taped execution.

These terms are fully neogtiable within the bounds of reasonability.

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The One Who Shall Remain Unnamed
-Lord of the Death Dealers-
Servant of the Dread Fires


The plane was expected to arrive within the hour, and the cargo compartments were cleared for the storage of the Allanean President.

President Overdanski had his face in his hands. His shoulders were slumped, his knees weak. He didn't know what to do. Him and the President of Allanea had been friends for many years, but it seemed only recently that he had gone insane. He looked down at the blue folder on his desk. He didn't dare open it, he knew what it would say about Puritania and it sickened him to know that his friend would be subjected to this. He looked up to his Senior advisors, all hanging their head down, thinking of the Former Presidents Family. There was nothing that could be done for the President, and they knew that. Overdanski breathed deeply and started the conference.

"Do we know where the family is?" His voice ached.

His intelligence chief chimed in now, as usual, devoid of emotion, "Well, intel indicates they are in a bunker under the main hospital."

Overdanski prodded him on. The problem with his Intelligence Chief was he always gave the basics and had to be coaxed into giving more info. "What is their condition as of right now? Who is guarding them?"

"They are believed to be in good health, but if we don't step in immediatly they will be incinerated by Melkors warmachine."

Overdanski winced, he didn't much like that prospect, since the Allanean first son, was engaged with Overdanski's daughter. He turned to his SOCOM advisor, Os Du Randt.
"Any suggestions, Os?"

He quickly responded, smiling his bucktooth grin. "I can have a team in there ASAP. Just gimme the word sir!"

Overdanski liked that about Os. He'd get the job done, no questions asked. Something still tugged at his mind though... "Will we need to use force on the Allanean body guard? Any Idea's?"

Everyone looked from face to face, solumn.
The intelligence officer looked straight into President Overdanski's eyes and told him exactly what he didn't want to hear. "Yes."

OOC: Very sorry for not mentioning this earlier, but at this point nobody except for Melkor knows what's about to happen. I'll announce it once we reach the execution.

ooc: Then lets just say we know about his capture, but we also know whats coming, ie an execution. And must assumably torture...

OOC: If my post wasn't quite clear we *think* your going to buy him...but we don't know if your willing to or going to pay the asking price...

[This is going to be fun. Frankly, if I got ahold of Kazansky I would've just arranged an "accident" involving Kazansky's transport and a nuclear weapons test. I don't care how powerful Ainu are, they can't defeat pure physics. However, seeing the f*cker screaming in absolute pain is going to be a joy.]

A little bloodthirsty today, Scandavian? :)

OOC: Oooooooo.....0.0 TAgged

ooc: tag... I need excution ideas.

*tag*

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Tag. I want to see what the competition in the field of twisted people has to offer. ^_^

#tag#

(Isn't Allanea gone until sunday?)

#TAG#

We hope that a commemorative DVD of this event will be released. We'd be willing to pay quite a bit to see how the mighty Damien deals with his most hated prisoners.

Ooc: #tag#

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Tag. I want to see what the competition in the field of twisted people has to offer. ^_^


OOC: I wrote the book on sick and twisted.
:mp5:

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Aye, you were first that I know of. And I really respect you for the Halls of the Dead thread.

Y'know... There should be a competition some time. All the people capable of sick, twisted stuff like this to see who's at the top now. ^_^

TAG.....we to want the DVD (sick and twisted..AMF your not sick and twisted your normal just like me and Mekanta and most likely CF)

OOC: May be considered spam, but the title of this thread reminds me of Dimmu Borgir...in fact, I'll listen to some of them right now.

As for a method to kill a man...

You could always use the ol hot iron rod trick. Stick a hot iron rod through each of his orifices or however that's spelled..his mouth...his eyes...his ears...his nose...his ass...and hey, we can cut the testicles off and put one up there too.

TAG.....we to want the DVD (sick and twisted..AMF your not sick and twisted your normal just like me and Mekanta and most likely CF)

I'm sick, but more in a perverted "Torture the elvish slave with psychological attacks." As opposed to "Cut off the slave's testicles and dip him in a vat of acid"

You can see my sick mind at work in my ESUS RP test. Of course, you have to be an ESUS member to see it, or wait until I tone it down to PG13 for these boards. :D

OOC: I wrote the book on sick and twisted.
:mp5:

[OOC: I actually have a sick and twisted side too... I played a group of terrorists at the UN building. That was a challenge to RP against type. Then again, I think I suck at being a terrorist. :rolleyes:]

Originally Posted by Automagfreek
OOC: I wrote the book on sick and twisted.

I am very willing to challenge that claim comrad :)

I'm sick, but more in a perverted "Torture the elvish slave with psychological attacks." As opposed to "Cut off the slave's testicles and dip him in a vat of acid"

You can see my sick mind at work in my ESUS RP test. Of course, you have to be an ESUS member to see it, or wait until I tone it down to PG13 for these boards. :D

OOC: Cut of the testicles/acid? Not that bad...

Work I could probably think of it slowly shaving the skin off someone with a gilette razor.

*waiting for Melkor's post*

[ooc:Work I could probably think of it slowly shaving the skin off someone with a gilette razor.]

Nah, a rusty razor would be better man. And after his skin is torn off you can throw a little acid on the wound or something.

Psycological torture is always good too, but then that means you have to know your opponent's weakness and strengths. Like if he has a lover, you can threaten to attack the lover, bring a box of someone's head that looks like his/her lover and break him down, and it could either be a mock head or the real thing depending on how badly you want to **** him up.

If he/she has a kid, you can kidnap the kid and make him/her watch as you beat the kid, insult the kid, or do othert hings to the kid...like uhh...other things.

Torture is truly a fun thing. The only boundry is how mentaly gifted you are in the art of causing others pain.