The Kreegans
21-07-2005, 13:12
*thwip thwip thwip thwip*
"Why are we out here again?"
"You know as well as I do, Aimee."
*thwip thwip thwip thwip*
"So, why is that?"
"To film some damn endangered bears and pull on the heartstrings of the world with our newscast."
"Exactly. So WHY are we OUT here?"
"Seriously, that's getting annoying."
"This whole damn situation's annoying."
*thwip thwip thwip thwip*
Aimee Dunhurst, news reporting phenomina incarnate, was dressed in her Sunday best as her news chopper flew over enchanting tropical isle after enchanting tropical isle, each and every one devoid of human life. Her mission, the one she refused to stop complaining about, was to film the few remaining Tomtom bears on the island of Jesua. Recently a hole in the ozone had opened above the island, threatening the unique bears' existance. She had to give a heart-wrenching proformance on their plight, and how humanity should be more careful as to prevent travesties such as that which befell the Tomtom bears. Nevermind that the people most likely responsable for this ozone hole were her employers, she'd never mention that fact. The blame would not rest on any megacorporations, but all of humanity regardless of actual guilt.
Aimee rode in style with an entourage of seven men. She had three members of her camera crew, one of which she was exchanging that pleasant bit of banter with, a chopper pilot, a co-pilot, a communications specialist for broadcasting whatever story she got out of the bears, and her personal makeup boy who she had NOT slept with no matter WHAT the tabloids said.
"There it is, Jesua Island," the chopper pilot buzzed over the intercom.
"Find a clear spot and take her down," Aimee mumbled, "Let's get this over with."
The chopper buzzed and thumped as it dropped in the middle of a clearing. The doors rolled back, and Aimee and her fully-equipped camera crew piled out, her makeup boy in tow. Whipping out a PDA-like device her news conglomerate gave her, Aimee pulled up a map to the highly secret mating ground of the Tomtom.
As soon as the blades of the chopper died down, something struck them. The island, aside from the occasional gusts of wind, was completely silent. The brainless chatter of jungle birds was nonpresent, the only noise was the rustling of leaves and the crunch of the party's footsteps.
"Y'think that the Tomtoms ate all the birds?" one of the camera crew remarked jokingly, but his only answer was a stony silence from the rest of his crew that mirrored their environment.
The mating grounds were only a few miles from the chopper, so the hike wasn't completely unbarable. An acrid smell lingered in the air, which the group had unanimously decided was the smell of Tomtom sex.
"Try to get a couple shots of them romping around, but we don't want the kids back home seeing anything too frisky," Aimee instructed her crew, "They don't need to learn about bumping uglies yet."
"About that..." one of her crew said, inspecting his camera, "I forgot to recharge the battery on this, so I'm not sure how much life we'll have. If worse comes to worse I've got some fully-charged spares in the helecopter that I can run back and grab."
"Good, just as long as you do all of the legwork," Aimee sighed.
The PDA beeped as they entered the mating ground area, but there was still no sign or sound of the Tomtom bears. The smell had intensified to the point of being near-lethal, and it left many of the crew gasping for breath. The cameramen had pulled their shirts up over their noses and mouthes to keep out the stench. Aimee, unfortunately wearing a low-cut tank top, didn't have this option.
"SWEET JESUS, what is that aweful RANK?!" she spat, coughing and spitting, "Let's get in, get some shots of them playing, then get out and film me pretending to be in their area."
"Boss," one of the cameramen stuttered, "I think that might not be an option..."
"And why NOT?!" Aimee berated him with the full power of her voice, "Is your journalistic integrity so high that... oh, holy fuck..."
She, and the rest of the group in front of her, had walked into where the Tomtom bears had froliced and mated, at one time. Now, the jungle plants and life were saturated with the thick, red goop of Tomtom blood and shredded organs, dripping down from the jungle canopy. Bits and pieces of Tomtom carcas could be found everywhere, with meat still clinging to the bones, trying to provide some sembalance to the animals they once belonged to. It was obvious whatever did this to these animals did it not to eat, but for some more sinister, darker purpose.
"Oh God... this is nasty. Are you filming this?" Aimee exhailed.
"Already beat you to it, boss," replied one of her crew, panning around the area, "Hey, I think I see something else. It's not blood, it's just... strange..."
And indeed it was strange. Picking up a branch out of the sanguinary mess, the cameraman moved through some underbrush to find a small clearing with a mess of goopy, gelatinous liquid filling a pond. He poked at it with his bloody stick, and as he touched it the substance clung to the branch, disolving it and consuming it.
"Acigoo..." he muttered, "I thought it had all been eradicated."
After filming the bloody mess and the Acigoo, the crew's battery life was at a minimum, and so they set out to return to the helecopter. Not wanting to be left alone at the scene of the slaughter, Aimee begrudgingly followed them back to the chopper. When they reached within a mile of it, however...
*SCHRWEEE-THRUNK-REEEEEP - ARGH! - REEEEEP-THUNK*
"What the hell was that?" Aimee yelled, "A battle cry? Some sort of explosion?"
Running the rest of the way back to the landing site, the crew found the chopper imploded on itself, the thick metal of the sides torn like ribbons and the sturdy hull collapsed on itself. All that could be found of the pilots were a single bloody arm, seperated forever from its body.
Aimee and the crew were agast. They stared at the wreckage in awe and horror for a good ten minutes, wondering about their saftey and the fate of the crew that stayed onboard.
Finally, Aimee broke the silence.
"Set up the equipment," she said, "Set it all up, now. I'll make a report, and call for help."
In record time, the crew had the cameras in place. Aimee didn't bother with makeup or fixing her hair. After all, what was the point if you were going to be eaten alive?
No, not eaten. Torn to shreds.
The camera light flicked on. With a deep breath, Aimee began the live newscast.
"Acigoo, the bane of existance on this plane of reality. Long ago all of this substance was rounded up and destroyed to save the planet from ruptures in the dimensional spectrum. But, sense the great distruction of Acigoo and the mass nukings of any nations that decided to retain the substance, it has reappeared in several isolated instances. Is it that the world powers simply missed a few spots in the clensing of Acigoo from the globe, or does this sinister substance just reappear of its own accord?
"Regardless, a new acigoo pool has been found by our newsteam while filming a completely unrelated and in retrospect quite pathetic human interest story on the lovable yet endangered Tomtom bears that live on the same island as the acigo pool, the island of Jesua. All life on this island... two members of our crew... and our news chopper... has been mauled horrifically by... something. Whatever it was, it wasn't looking for food, just to apparently kill whatever it perceived as a lifeform. We're broadcasting this information with the newscameras and satellite equipment we took with us off the helecopter, and our battery life is unfortunately running out.
"Signing off, hopefully not for the last time, this is Aimee Dunhurst. Please, send hel- *fzzzzzzz*"
((OOC: You can take control of any of the surviving crew except for Aimee, or send in a rescue team if you wish. Just remember, it's entirely possible for your character to die, just like in any good survival RP. ;) ))
"Why are we out here again?"
"You know as well as I do, Aimee."
*thwip thwip thwip thwip*
"So, why is that?"
"To film some damn endangered bears and pull on the heartstrings of the world with our newscast."
"Exactly. So WHY are we OUT here?"
"Seriously, that's getting annoying."
"This whole damn situation's annoying."
*thwip thwip thwip thwip*
Aimee Dunhurst, news reporting phenomina incarnate, was dressed in her Sunday best as her news chopper flew over enchanting tropical isle after enchanting tropical isle, each and every one devoid of human life. Her mission, the one she refused to stop complaining about, was to film the few remaining Tomtom bears on the island of Jesua. Recently a hole in the ozone had opened above the island, threatening the unique bears' existance. She had to give a heart-wrenching proformance on their plight, and how humanity should be more careful as to prevent travesties such as that which befell the Tomtom bears. Nevermind that the people most likely responsable for this ozone hole were her employers, she'd never mention that fact. The blame would not rest on any megacorporations, but all of humanity regardless of actual guilt.
Aimee rode in style with an entourage of seven men. She had three members of her camera crew, one of which she was exchanging that pleasant bit of banter with, a chopper pilot, a co-pilot, a communications specialist for broadcasting whatever story she got out of the bears, and her personal makeup boy who she had NOT slept with no matter WHAT the tabloids said.
"There it is, Jesua Island," the chopper pilot buzzed over the intercom.
"Find a clear spot and take her down," Aimee mumbled, "Let's get this over with."
The chopper buzzed and thumped as it dropped in the middle of a clearing. The doors rolled back, and Aimee and her fully-equipped camera crew piled out, her makeup boy in tow. Whipping out a PDA-like device her news conglomerate gave her, Aimee pulled up a map to the highly secret mating ground of the Tomtom.
As soon as the blades of the chopper died down, something struck them. The island, aside from the occasional gusts of wind, was completely silent. The brainless chatter of jungle birds was nonpresent, the only noise was the rustling of leaves and the crunch of the party's footsteps.
"Y'think that the Tomtoms ate all the birds?" one of the camera crew remarked jokingly, but his only answer was a stony silence from the rest of his crew that mirrored their environment.
The mating grounds were only a few miles from the chopper, so the hike wasn't completely unbarable. An acrid smell lingered in the air, which the group had unanimously decided was the smell of Tomtom sex.
"Try to get a couple shots of them romping around, but we don't want the kids back home seeing anything too frisky," Aimee instructed her crew, "They don't need to learn about bumping uglies yet."
"About that..." one of her crew said, inspecting his camera, "I forgot to recharge the battery on this, so I'm not sure how much life we'll have. If worse comes to worse I've got some fully-charged spares in the helecopter that I can run back and grab."
"Good, just as long as you do all of the legwork," Aimee sighed.
The PDA beeped as they entered the mating ground area, but there was still no sign or sound of the Tomtom bears. The smell had intensified to the point of being near-lethal, and it left many of the crew gasping for breath. The cameramen had pulled their shirts up over their noses and mouthes to keep out the stench. Aimee, unfortunately wearing a low-cut tank top, didn't have this option.
"SWEET JESUS, what is that aweful RANK?!" she spat, coughing and spitting, "Let's get in, get some shots of them playing, then get out and film me pretending to be in their area."
"Boss," one of the cameramen stuttered, "I think that might not be an option..."
"And why NOT?!" Aimee berated him with the full power of her voice, "Is your journalistic integrity so high that... oh, holy fuck..."
She, and the rest of the group in front of her, had walked into where the Tomtom bears had froliced and mated, at one time. Now, the jungle plants and life were saturated with the thick, red goop of Tomtom blood and shredded organs, dripping down from the jungle canopy. Bits and pieces of Tomtom carcas could be found everywhere, with meat still clinging to the bones, trying to provide some sembalance to the animals they once belonged to. It was obvious whatever did this to these animals did it not to eat, but for some more sinister, darker purpose.
"Oh God... this is nasty. Are you filming this?" Aimee exhailed.
"Already beat you to it, boss," replied one of her crew, panning around the area, "Hey, I think I see something else. It's not blood, it's just... strange..."
And indeed it was strange. Picking up a branch out of the sanguinary mess, the cameraman moved through some underbrush to find a small clearing with a mess of goopy, gelatinous liquid filling a pond. He poked at it with his bloody stick, and as he touched it the substance clung to the branch, disolving it and consuming it.
"Acigoo..." he muttered, "I thought it had all been eradicated."
After filming the bloody mess and the Acigoo, the crew's battery life was at a minimum, and so they set out to return to the helecopter. Not wanting to be left alone at the scene of the slaughter, Aimee begrudgingly followed them back to the chopper. When they reached within a mile of it, however...
*SCHRWEEE-THRUNK-REEEEEP - ARGH! - REEEEEP-THUNK*
"What the hell was that?" Aimee yelled, "A battle cry? Some sort of explosion?"
Running the rest of the way back to the landing site, the crew found the chopper imploded on itself, the thick metal of the sides torn like ribbons and the sturdy hull collapsed on itself. All that could be found of the pilots were a single bloody arm, seperated forever from its body.
Aimee and the crew were agast. They stared at the wreckage in awe and horror for a good ten minutes, wondering about their saftey and the fate of the crew that stayed onboard.
Finally, Aimee broke the silence.
"Set up the equipment," she said, "Set it all up, now. I'll make a report, and call for help."
In record time, the crew had the cameras in place. Aimee didn't bother with makeup or fixing her hair. After all, what was the point if you were going to be eaten alive?
No, not eaten. Torn to shreds.
The camera light flicked on. With a deep breath, Aimee began the live newscast.
"Acigoo, the bane of existance on this plane of reality. Long ago all of this substance was rounded up and destroyed to save the planet from ruptures in the dimensional spectrum. But, sense the great distruction of Acigoo and the mass nukings of any nations that decided to retain the substance, it has reappeared in several isolated instances. Is it that the world powers simply missed a few spots in the clensing of Acigoo from the globe, or does this sinister substance just reappear of its own accord?
"Regardless, a new acigoo pool has been found by our newsteam while filming a completely unrelated and in retrospect quite pathetic human interest story on the lovable yet endangered Tomtom bears that live on the same island as the acigo pool, the island of Jesua. All life on this island... two members of our crew... and our news chopper... has been mauled horrifically by... something. Whatever it was, it wasn't looking for food, just to apparently kill whatever it perceived as a lifeform. We're broadcasting this information with the newscameras and satellite equipment we took with us off the helecopter, and our battery life is unfortunately running out.
"Signing off, hopefully not for the last time, this is Aimee Dunhurst. Please, send hel- *fzzzzzzz*"
((OOC: You can take control of any of the surviving crew except for Aimee, or send in a rescue team if you wish. Just remember, it's entirely possible for your character to die, just like in any good survival RP. ;) ))