Subj: [ffml] [MW] Bad Luck Blues Date: 00-02-06 16:46:25 EST From: RaumKatze2@aol.com Reply-to: ffml@onelist.com To: ffml@onelist.com From: RaumKatze2@aol.com The good Vincent approached the white van. Could this really be the office of the world's greatest Psychic? It was supposed to be at this location. Vince knocked on the rear door. "Huh?" a voice on the inside. "Are you Matt, the psychic?" said Vince. "Yeah, that's me. Just a sec." Matt opened to door. His clothes were wrinkled and his hair was a mess. It looked as if he had just woken up. "Come in, Come in," he said, "How may I help you?" "Well, I came here for advice..." said Vincent. "You've come to the right place. Now, my fee..." "Wait," said Vincent, "Before I pay you any money, please explain to me why, if you are so great, you are living out of your van." "Well you see," said Matt, "People these days don't want genuine psychic readings. They want all kinds of glitz and show-biz hokum. They might as well be going to a magic show. I could give that to them if I wanted to, but I refuse to go against the legacy of my ancestor, Penelope the Seer." "Alright," said Vince, "I'll accept that. How much is your fee?" "30 GP," said Matt. "I'll give you 20." "Deal!" said Matt. Vince handed Matt the money. Matt put it in his pocket, and then rummaged around through some dirty clothes and empty pizza boxes. "Ah! Here it is!" he said, as he picked up his crystal ball and set it on his TV tray. "So, what do you need advice on?" "You're the psychic. You tell me," said Vincent. "Oh, right. lemme see." Matt looked into the ball. "I see..." he said, "I see... a man with a... cervix?" Vince rolled his eyes. 'This must be why he's living out of a van,' he thought to himself. "Oops, sorry 'bout that. Sometimes I have trouble focusing this thing. Okay, now I see why you're here. Lately, every time that you've tried to do something contructive, it backfires and hurts somebody." "Yes, that's right," said Vincent, no longer sceptical. "It all started when you rescued a man who turned out to be a serial killer. Since then, anything good you've tried to do has had a bad effect on someone else." "Am I cursed?" asked Vincent. "Yes, you are," said Matt, "I'm not sure why or by whom, though." "Can you lift the curse?" said Vincent. "Unfortunately, no," said Matt, "But I can tell you how to do it. There are three seals in various underground locations. This curse will continue to affect you until these seals are broken. But if you go to these locations, you will be putting yourself in great danger. You must be very carefull." "I guess I gotta do what I gotta do," said Vince, "Where are these seals, anyway?" Matt looked into the crystal again, and then spoke, "One is underneath Southvale, another us under is under the ruins of Thamasa, and the last one is nearby, beneath Kohlingen." "Alright," said Vince, "Thanks for your help. I'll get onto lifting that curse now." "Wait, one more thing," said Matt, "I've seen that you have a doppleganger in this world. Watch out for him." "Um, okay," said Vincent. 'Another Vincent?' he thought to himself. Vincent went the the guns and ammo shop in Kohlingen and spent his remaining money on the best grenades, arms, and ammunition they had. He was as prepared as he would ever be. Time to start digging. He considered how and where he would start. Then he felt a pull, he was compelled to go to the Inn. Once inside, he walked towards the conference hall. "Sir!" said the receptionist, "You can't go there unless you're a card-carrying boring person." Vincent ignored him, and went right in. What he saw inside was very strange. Four small monsters were singing a bad cover of "Hit me baby, one more time," and among the crowd were not only boring people, but also some eccentrics whose pants smelled of... cheese? No matter, this is where he needed to go straight down from to reach his first of three destinations. "Everybody evacuate! I've got a bomb! Not just any bomb, but a Blast-O brand hand grenade. 9 out of 10 doctors prefer it over the leading brand!" But Vincent's threat was for naught. All of the boring people were in a frenzy (or at least as close to a frenzy as they could manage) over the four dancing and singing monsters. Then Vince got an idea. "Look out that window! There's something incredibly boring out there!" Everyone rushed to the that side of the room, trying desparately to catch a glimpse. While they were distracted, Vince went to the opposite side of the room, and detinated the grenade, putting a hole in the floor that revealed a staircase leading downward. He went down the stairs causiously. The boring people were too interested in whatever boring thing was outside the window to notice anything. Once they got bored of that, the party went back into full swing. Date: 00-02-07 17:33:09 EST From: His Dark Lordship The party was again disrupted when twelve heavily armoured reptites strolled in. "Alright." said the leader. "From the information Rktktos has given us, there should be one of these... Geeeear Hangars below here." A careful examination of the room revealed a gaping hole. "Someone's already been there. Shit... and not just any shit! Microsoft Shit 2000! WIth unique multitasking abilities (that have been available everywhere else for five years) Windows users may now excrement without having it surgically removed." "Ummm.. Captain... what the fuck was that?" The Captain blinked. "I have no idea. Move out." As they made their way to the hole, they were blocked by several of the conventioneers gazing at some dust. "Get out of the way!" yelled the leader. "Too... interesting... won't move..." The leader nodded to his Sergant, who grinned. "I like it, Tylos." The Reptites all simulaniously pulled out huge axes and proceeded to brutally kill the conventioneers. Several conventioneers stared at them, a lot of them already attempting to avoid the songs being sung by four minature monsters on the stage. "This... is too... interesting... I'm gone..." The all nodded and left the building. Tylos chuckled and they dropped down the hole. Date: 00-02-07 19:31:06 EST From: RaumKatze2@aol.com Vincent turned around, pointing a large automatic weapon at the Reptites. "Who are you? What are you doing here?" Date: 00-02-14 20:02:21 EST From: His Dark Lordship But there was no one there. Odd. Vincent could have sworn that he heard something. Maybe he was tired. He didn't know. He sighed and continued down the way. Shortly after, the band of Reptites strolled in. One sniffed at the air. "Human..." it said. "This place is being raided." The Leuitenant nodded. "Track him down, quietly. If we're lucky, this place will kill him off before we have to." (Don't have Vince encounter the Reptites yet.) Subj: Re: [ffml] Re: [MW] Bad Luck Blues Date: 00-02-17 11:35:37 EST From: RaumKatze2@aol.com Reply-to: ffml@onelist.com To: ffml@onelist.com From: RaumKatze2@aol.com In a message dated 00-02-14 20:02:21 EST, you write: << > Vincent turned around, pointing a large automatic weapon at the Reptites. > "Who are you? What are you doing here?" But there was no one there. Odd. Vincent could have sworn that he heard something. Maybe he was tired. He didn't know. He sighed and continued down the way. Shortly after, the band of Reptites strolled in. One sniffed at the air. "Human..." it said. "This place is being raided." The Leuitenant nodded. "Track him down, quietly. If we're lucky, this place will kill him off before we have to." >> What didn't occur to them was that it just might kill them off. Due to a slight flaw in the Guardian Robot's programming, it determined that the group of reptites was a bigger threat to the hanger than the the one man who was closer to the seal. "Oh, shit!" said the Leutinenant, "We have to fight this thing now?!" ----- Meanwhile, elsewhere in the hanger, Vincent bombed his way through a metal door, and found himself in a white room with a pedastel in the center. "That must be a seal," he said to himself. Spinning around the pedasel were balls of light. Vince didn't want to get too close to these. Not knowing what else to do, he loaded his shotgun, and blasted the pedastel. The lights careened off in various directions, one narrowly missing Vincent. The pedastel had been shattered, the seal broken. on the ground, where the cylindrical object used to stand, was a book. "Necronomicon Ex Mortis," read the cover. Vince looked inside, hoping the book would give him insight into the nauture of his curse, but the text seemed to be in a language he was not familier with. He dropped the book when he heard some commotion from the other room. He went back to the room he had come from, to see some lizard men fighting with a big robot. "I've gotta get out of here!" he said to himself. He for a second, and then ducked into one of the mechs that were housed in the hanger. He looked at the controls, puzzled. 'How do you work this thing?' he thought. Then he heard an answer. Apperently, the machine was able to telepathically communicate with it's pilot. In a few short seconds, Vincent had learned how to pilot the machine, but not very well. "Look out!" screamed one of the reptites. They all ducked for cover, as a Gear collided with the Guardian, destroying the Guardian, and creating a big gash in the gear. "Can this thing still fly?" asked Vincent. 'Yes, but not for long,' was the psychic machine's responce. "Well let's get the hell out of here!" said Vincent. The Gear took off into the the late afternoon sky.