NationStates Jolt Archive

It was a dark and stormy night. A night which shrivels the soul and devours the spirit. A night in which even the bravest would clamor for the safety of the womb. This was a night when one was wise not to speak of certain horrific things. Rumors had started to move throughout the world of land that none ever return from. A land in which there is an eternal and unspeakable feast. Hushed in silent corners, dark backrooms, and places where normal talk holds no sway. These are the places where this place was spoken of. To utter a single sentence of the land was to invite chills to ones body and a full conversation was dooming yourself to a night filled with nightmares of horrific and gruesome proportion. Despite all this talk continued.

Valerie and Hannah were standing in a poorly lit corner in some great nation speaking of that which should not be spoken of.

Valerie looked up from the floor, “They say the cities are dark, that the rich live above the poor clamoring to build upwards away from a host of terrible eyes and slavering mouths. The average man is terrible in build and consumes human flesh. That lavish meals are prepared with ribs of children sitting side by side with fresh melon and salad. They say that this is a land of an unspeakable feast.” Chills crept up Valerie’s arms and pushed their way to he heart forcing the life out of her limbs. She stood there terrified by her own words. They had a life of their own, and now she could feel as if they were wrapping around her. Grabbing he like a thousand clammy hands, trying to pull her to insanity.

Hannah looked horrified, how could he best friend of many years know such thing? She struggled to rationalize, “These are just stories, of the kind you tell to children to scare them and…”

“No… these are true… I just know it… I have seen the place in my dreams. All those who talk of it see the place in their dreams. Whether it is truly the place or their mind trying desperately to understand such a thing… I don’t know,” Valerie interrupted in a hushed fear.

“You mean I will see this place!?”

“Yes, just be ready tonight will be one of terrible dreams.” With that Valerie fell back as if drained by the simple act of thinking of the place. She now brought the smile back to her face and returned to the party. Hannah stood there, her feet one with the floor.

This place is real. A person’s mind pleads with itself to know that it is nothing but a silly story. Deep inside though everyone knows it is real, and even deeper inside there is something more. A simple desire hides below everything in the human mind. It is hidden away beneath miles of conscious and protection. This is the desire to go to this place. To drop all ties and travel to a land where all can come loose. To kneel on your knee and take part in the unspeakable feast, to consume your fellows and relish their still beating heart as you take that first bite.

OOC: Ok well I know that was pretty intense, but it was meant to be. My follow up posts will be about actually introducing the nation. That was just to set the mood. Oh and future reference all post of mine should be considered to be at this level of intensity or above. You are warned. Oh I guess this is my intro. Feel free to comment, but not much ic'ing can be done yet.

*sigh* Bump Just want to try and get this out there for more to see. I just love love shameless self advertising.

Dark inky water splashed at the rocky shoreline. A large bright moon hung in the sky illuminating the terrible scene below. Out of the dark forest marched a long troupe of men and woman. They were a tall and lanky people. Great eyes glowed in sunken faces that twisted and contorted with insanity. Long powerful arms stretched down into terrible hands. Black grime covered fingernails burst from hands made of bone and sinew. Not all were so depraved. Two were men held above the crowd on lifted chairs, their great blubbery faces caked in blood of their fellow man. Their great mass exhausted those below, hundreds of pounds of fat rolling out in a tide of flesh. Those that died from exhaustion knew their bodies were to become nothing but part of the continuing and unspeakable feast. The cavalcade finally reached a large dock. Out at its farthest reaches bobbed a great but horrible decayed ship. The insane crew began to pile on. This was the culmination of a months work. The ship was now fully stocked with vegetables, wines, and meats… meats of all types.

The lower levels were for the common man. It was a constant ruckus and one could always here the argument of two men fighting over the last remaining bit of flesh on from their bunk mates femur. The floor was full of grime and the entire place reeked of rats, feces, and a smell every human knew, a smell that rose the hair on their body.

The upper levels were for the operation of the ship and the two obese princes. The walls were lavish and covered in furs and red velvet. It was a place fit for a king. Everything would entice any man to stay forever, but this would never happen. For all its luxury the same smell was there. The smell that chilled any person’s body.

Suddenly with a great grinding the ship’s anchor rose up into the haunting things mass. A few moments later with a great creaking the ship was off at speeds that seemed almost impossible for its condition. This ship was sent off for a simple purpose. It was to let the world know of the land of the unspeakable feast. Radio messages and videos would have been much more efficient, but not this lands insane ruler demanded drama. He could be sure he would get some.

So at 9:00 PM the great ship set sail for international waters. In a world already filled with horrors beyond words, this ship was set and ready to add another.

OOC: Ok feel free to run into the ship in international waters. If you find it during the day it will be still and seem completely lifeless. This is because most of the crew are sleeping. Yes they have become almost nocturnal. They don’t have anything special because of it save a blind mans ears and rather poor eyes. During the night however… it will be alive.

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Prince Dionysus sat in an enormous velvet and satin chair. Intricate wood designs were carved into the exposed wood. Designs that would enchant a person from a distance, but when seen closer would cause disgust. The carvings showed hundreds being devoured by a terrible and epic toothed mouth. Hundreds of innocents could be seen walking to this maw. Its many long tongues extended outward like predatory snakes. The grabbled and ensnared people pulling them into the unutterable thing. If one were to become more familiar with this lands terrible culture they would find out that this was the principal god of the wealthy. It was known as The Maw. It had other titles however such as, many tongued one, feaster of ages, and the honored one. All this was known to the obese prince.

Prince Dionysus reached down and picked up an enormous pear. His crooked darkened teeth bit into the fruit, tearing through it easily. This was a warm-up. These teeth were used far more often for something else. An small rib cage sat on the table. It had belonged to a young girl name Ashley. Now she was nothing more than the entrée to her lords feast. Do not pity her however. By the age of eight when she died she had already eaten he two baby brothers and left her younger sister disabled for life by her own insane feasting. One could consider he spoiled having the luxury of the far more tender flesh of human child.

A tall dark man entered the room. His back was hunched and his forearm fractured. He struggled as hard as he could to retain his use however. Once one was not needed they fulfilled one last valuable purpose. However he had to be careful on the lower decks. Other could smell his weakness and it would not be uncommon for another to kill him. His name, he didn’t remember his name. He was however known a grub by the prince.

Grub looked up, “Sur… we av entured intunatunal wutars. No ships knoun tu bees near us.”

The mighty prince looked down, “Alright grub, thank you. I do want to meet some new people, but remember don’t show yourself during our meetings!”

“Hus culd me furgut?”

“Alright Grub, thank you for another day of service.” The mighty prince eyed the man with a lust for flesh. He restrained himself knowing deep down that this would increase the work load on the rest of the crew. It was the logical course not to slaughter and prepare him. Logic escaped this man.

“Guards, I feel a new desert is in order.”

OOC: That was a very complex bump, and a look into my nations culture.

Bump...
Sigh :headbang:

High Admiral Jonathan Jackson looked from the bridge of his escort ship. The ship was well armed for it's size.
"Sir, we have something on our radar"
"What? At this hour?"
"Yes, sir. It seems like a ship"
The High Admiral walked to the radar and grabbed the radio.
"Achleonia water control, Achleonia water control, this is Escort ship MTE-223. We have a ship on our radar. Can you varify, over?"
"Escort ship MTE-223, this is Achleonia water control, we can varify of it. There is a ship there, over"
"Hmm... Achleonia water control, this is Escort ship MTE-223, can you send a fighter to check it out?"
"Escort ship MTE-223, this is Achleonia water control. That's a negative. We don't have any fighters ready. You have to check it out, over"
"Allright, Achleonia water control. We're going to check it out. Over and out"
"Copy that. Over and out"
High Admiral Jackson turned to the windows again. "Get the cannons ready and start approach. Report if the vessel does anything strange"
"Yes sir!"

The turrets slowly turned as soldiers were loading them quickly. A flare was shot and it blasted above the strange ship, lighting it like the sun would scorch it. Corporal Jackson, the High Admiral's nephew, looked at the odd ship, taking a blaster and putting a clip on it and so setting it to bullets instead of laser bolts. The whole deck of the Achleonian escort was swarmed of soldiers, but as the ships came to visual enought, all the men crouched and got ready for anything. The turrets turned and aimed at the vessel.
"This is Achleonian Escort ship, report your status, over"

Five withered men sat in the dark grimy bridge. The bridge was for all intents and purposes the cleanest part of the ship save for the two prince’s quarters. Still, cleanest on this ship was like saying least bloodthirsty about a swarm of piranhas. Mildew crept down the walls in great arches of wet sickly brown. The room was filled with a pungent odor, but the sane would find refuge here. For all that was wrong with the room it lacked that one smell, this room was a safe haven from insanity. A small light blipped on a moldy radar screen. Beaten One looked down at the screen and jumped. Half out of excitement and half out of fear. This would be their first meeting with the outside world. It also meant that anyone who messed up, who displeased the princes would suffer a terrible fate.

Beaten One yelped out that there was something coming and an even smaller man began to run towards Prince Dionysus’s quarters and hall. This man was Grubs replacement. Although shorter and less imposing then Grub he was far faster and was filled with an unholy stamina. He claimed it was because his mother gave him the heart of every meal. He finally reached the grand hall and hailed the prince with a great bow.

He looked up, “Sir, theirs a sh.. sh… sh sh sh… boat nearby”
The great prince looked up from an Archaic novel. A low gurgling could be heard as his heart sped up and adrenaline began to pump, “Alright, thank you. Please tell the greeters to assemble on deck and send the crew of the new ship in to me immediately. Make sure that those that must stay hidden do, and above all else. Do not feast on them!”

“Yes s-s-s-s ssss… master”

“Alright, you are dismissed”

With that the man ran off as fast as he could to find the greeters. These greeters were men who still had the last semblance of sanity and could speak in at least a semi coherent sentence. Each was tall. Six feet 6 inches to be precise. They had long flowing robes that came up into a massive hood. Their faces were covered by all white masks. How they could navigate was anyone guess.

The new ship slowly approached the bow of the ship six men in large robes walked out on to the deck. Each one raised a hand an awaited the new ships actions.

Suddenly a message crackled over the radio in a small cramped room of the lower deck. “This is the Achleonian escort ship, report your status, over”

A small man stood over the radio. This was his job for one reason. He could talk in a clear and powerful voice and knew what to say in almost any situation.

A message was sent back, “This is a ship that has set sail from land to the south of here. We are on a mission to establish communication with the outside world. We come in peace, over”

Hmm... this feels wrong, but BUMP

One last bump for the night... anyone else can respond. Dont worry your men wont be eaten!

"Hold your distance of the ship!" the High Admiral commanded. He didn't know who these guys were, and wasn't taking any chances.
The officer next to the radio chcukled as he recieved the message. "What are these? Sci-fi fans or something...?" he mumbled to himself.
A message cracled back to the other ship.
"Welcome then. Report your destination more clearly. We don't need any more terrorist nations in here"

The High Admiral looked at the map. "There's no land in south before... that" the officer said, looking at the map. "What the hell is that?" the High Admiral asked and looked at the officer. "We're not exactly sure, sir. All the scouts that have been reported to go in there by any nation have not been heard of since..."
"Hmm... Take more distance! I don't like this one bit"