Under the fireproof covers of his shaking bedroom, GhostRider finished up to the last moans of his princess MengXue. The surroundings of the room were still shaking from the aftermath of the universal catastrophe, and MengXue put on a façade of helplessness. She knew that this was her signal to act all along. Ignoring the wetness between her thighs, she plucked a white collared shirt from her wardrobe standing nearby, casually slipping it on after strapping on her black laced bra.
GhostRider, worn out from all the heavy humps, puffs, moans and groans earlier on during his season of foreplay, fell into a deep slumber. It was all going as planned again. MengXue had made another devilish deal with Emptyvoid when it revealed its plans for Armageddon on planet STOMP. Emptyvoid had planned the earthquake and agreed to rescue MengXue as an act of gratitude for financing its earlier successful mission to eliminate SPP. The catastrophe would classify that flaming skull’s death under the category of natural disasters; a perfect excuse for cold blooded murder.
The sound of a helicopter buzzing above alerted MengXue. It had to be the help that Emptyvoid promised. To her surprise, the puppy that was piloting the chopper looked hauntingly familiar. She vaguely remembered the times she cuddled that puppy to sleep, yet she could not put a name to the spectacled face. Emptyvoid had a collection of Yannie puppy clones, but this one was obviously male. Then it hit her.
“eH mY pRinCesS mEngXuE, hOw aRe eUu doiNg?”
It surprised her; Boonsake was back. She recalled the ‘Oomph’ that she silently exclaimed as she helplessly stood there watching his tragic death. She could have sworn that thing was dead, but somehow it got resurrected and now it served Emptyvoid. Her head was buzzing with questions, but the situation called for urgent action. She grabbed on to the paw Boonsake was extending towards her and clung on tightly, taking one last look at that flaming skull that betrayed her trust.
In a blur, conked-out daze, the flaming skull looked up drowsily at the hole in the ceiling above. He caught a glimpse of his princess MengXue being rescued by that puppy Boonsake, the same one that got impaled in the crossfire that he future sighted. Deciding that it was just another horrid dream, he dozed off and collapsed into slumberland, along with his entire place of residence.
Thursday, June 24, 2010
Chapter THIRTEEN Part I - Countdown to Crisis
It was late in the afternoon when GhostRider and Mengxue were busy making babies on The Love Boat when suddenly, the cabin began to tremble violently. Mengxue stopped abruptly and cried, "honey, I'm scared!"
"It okay, just another earthquake caused by our passionate love making." GhostRider gleefully remarked and went on about in attempt to fertilize his girlfriend as he dove under the covers.
Elsewhere, STOMPers were chattering away in Just Talk Lah when they too felt the tremors. Coffee mugs and glasses started moving, water and coffee formed ripples as the tables shook. There was an immediate silence as heads turned, some in shock looking at their coffee mugs and some looking out the window of the Just Talk Lah cafe. CrystalBelle was seen running around in a fit of panic like a headless chicken, including a furry rabbit soft toy and a large male teddy bear wearing a skirt. The same scene happened, as the tremors hit the diner Yummy Tummy. Soon, there was pure chaos with people ducking under the tables and others screaming the end of the world.
The skies darkened and balls of mysterious green flames descended upon the STOMP Universe. The first one hit Campus Chit Chat, a local STOMP university and the entire school was decimated. From beneath the debris emerged a dwarf sized figure with the words patpat2010 printed on it body, it head made of a large pink blob with another two for ears, the words disney for a mouth. While everywhere else the same happened, with troops of shadowy dwarf sized figures descending upon the public like a scene out of Left For Dead. One of them, resembled a dog, gray and black in color with blood shot eyes marked with the words Yannie on it forehead, another resembled a classic Uno card, constantly chanting as it walked,
"Only fools donate to charity,
Only idiots work for free as volunteers,
Only pushovers need friends,
Only followers conform to social norms,
Only weaklings need motivational quotes,
Only softies are ultra polite,
Only EMOs need a shoulder to cry on,
Only losers need to be part of a group,
People who need people are the most pathetic human beings."
Provoked by the very sight of the horde, WinterSoldier still chewing on his cigarette, opened fire, whipping out a modified M416. But before he could take out anything at all, he was jumped by Ma cherie and was instantly knocked unconscious as his head hit a nearby lamp post. Fortunately for him, Ma Cherie was not particularly interested as she took a whiff and found WinterSoldier to be indigestible and left.
Elsewhere on the roof top of The Workplace, an office resembling that of UOB Building, nondescript observed the scene with a high tech binoculars, clad in a black and gray skin tight bionic bodysuit with a modified katana strapped to his belt and a pistol strapped to his left thigh. "Looks like it has begun." Said nondescript.
Cars crashed, traffic disrupted, the entire STOMP Universe was in complete chaos, fueling the noise level caused by folks at a large green patch of grass somewhere in a corner of People's Park with a sign red board reading "Rave and Rant". While shopaholics and tai tai wannabes fled for their dear lives, the Escape! air strip was filled with jet planes, helicopters and jumbo jets taking off.
"It okay, just another earthquake caused by our passionate love making." GhostRider gleefully remarked and went on about in attempt to fertilize his girlfriend as he dove under the covers.
Elsewhere, STOMPers were chattering away in Just Talk Lah when they too felt the tremors. Coffee mugs and glasses started moving, water and coffee formed ripples as the tables shook. There was an immediate silence as heads turned, some in shock looking at their coffee mugs and some looking out the window of the Just Talk Lah cafe. CrystalBelle was seen running around in a fit of panic like a headless chicken, including a furry rabbit soft toy and a large male teddy bear wearing a skirt. The same scene happened, as the tremors hit the diner Yummy Tummy. Soon, there was pure chaos with people ducking under the tables and others screaming the end of the world.
The skies darkened and balls of mysterious green flames descended upon the STOMP Universe. The first one hit Campus Chit Chat, a local STOMP university and the entire school was decimated. From beneath the debris emerged a dwarf sized figure with the words patpat2010 printed on it body, it head made of a large pink blob with another two for ears, the words disney for a mouth. While everywhere else the same happened, with troops of shadowy dwarf sized figures descending upon the public like a scene out of Left For Dead. One of them, resembled a dog, gray and black in color with blood shot eyes marked with the words Yannie on it forehead, another resembled a classic Uno card, constantly chanting as it walked,
"Only fools donate to charity,
Only idiots work for free as volunteers,
Only pushovers need friends,
Only followers conform to social norms,
Only weaklings need motivational quotes,
Only softies are ultra polite,
Only EMOs need a shoulder to cry on,
Only losers need to be part of a group,
People who need people are the most pathetic human beings."
Provoked by the very sight of the horde, WinterSoldier still chewing on his cigarette, opened fire, whipping out a modified M416. But before he could take out anything at all, he was jumped by Ma cherie and was instantly knocked unconscious as his head hit a nearby lamp post. Fortunately for him, Ma Cherie was not particularly interested as she took a whiff and found WinterSoldier to be indigestible and left.
Elsewhere on the roof top of The Workplace, an office resembling that of UOB Building, nondescript observed the scene with a high tech binoculars, clad in a black and gray skin tight bionic bodysuit with a modified katana strapped to his belt and a pistol strapped to his left thigh. "Looks like it has begun." Said nondescript.
Cars crashed, traffic disrupted, the entire STOMP Universe was in complete chaos, fueling the noise level caused by folks at a large green patch of grass somewhere in a corner of People's Park with a sign red board reading "Rave and Rant". While shopaholics and tai tai wannabes fled for their dear lives, the Escape! air strip was filled with jet planes, helicopters and jumbo jets taking off.
Chapter TWELVE Ma Cherie Amour
No one really remembered the Chevy Camaro that was left in the dust for the whole week right? You know, that Chevy Camaro.
With a smile plastered on his face, (IAm)Tyrone strode slowly to his old lost blue piece of a treasure. Of course, there was no smile; the faceless one simply beamed with happiness. Having tricked the gullible STOMPers that read into his situation not only once, but twice, he gave a huge smirk. (Oh come on, you guys never expected the Chevy Camaro to reappear again did you? And I bet you overlooked the smile, right?) Again, there was no smirk. He was just simply bursting from the mischief concealed within.
He kicked aside that grayish blue bloated carcass aside from his precious vehicle. Somehow, it looked as if the insides of its skull were empty. Perhaps, that blue blob was really hollowed inside his head after all. Once again, machine and master were reunited, hopefully never to part again. He still recalled that bulk of scrotum brains he crashed into. Somehow, that blue skinned twerp had made off with his prized vehicle after murdering a mad yelping dog that screamed in both upper and lower case letters. Today, the sun shone bright and reflected off his shiny, avatarless surface. He strode to his precious vehicle, reaching as usual into his dark jean trousers to retrieve his silver car keys.
He was plunging the stem of the key into his car lock when a melancholic groan aroused his curiousity. The sound came from a corner nearby, and he thought that it wouldn’t harm him to take a look. After all, it was his lucky day, and curiousity never really killed anyone except the Undercat.
Taking his own sweet time, he strolled to the corner, hoping it was some beauty that had the photogenicity of MengXue and the cleavage of Smittenpoise. Better still if she was injured, that would give him the chance to be that chivalrous knight in shining armor to that damsel in distress, provided it was a damsel of course.
The figure looked away from him. Boy, it had a nice, decent figure, at least one that could fulfill his manly fantasies and cage him in contentment for weeks. Putting on a gentlemanlike façade, he attempted his most confident pose, before bending down in pretentious concern.
Her long hair was nice, but the two red eyes that greeted him shocked him senseless. The melancholic groan stopped as she looked up, eyes glaring with an intense hate.
“My dear,” whispered the wretched figure.
His second realization chilled him to the bone. Blood was dripping from the teeth of this monstrosity, and there were traces of bluish goo from her long, sharp fingernails. The clawed out brain left discarded nearby offered him a chilling explanation that spelt out his fate. That was probably the discarded brain of SPP, which explained the hollow void in the skull he encountered earlier.
WinterSoldier happened to be striding nearby, enjoying the breeze amidst the summer heat. As he puffed on his cigarette, a muffled scream pierced the serenity of the warm afternoon. He was tasked by Emptyvoid to seek out an agent known as ‘The Witch’, but preferred Bon Jovi’s advice about Frank Sinatra; doing things his way. He passed by a somewhat pretty feminine figure on his afternoon walk, but was turned off by her way of eating. She was wildly chewing on her meal, and something that looked like ketchup to him was dripping from her mouth. Giving a disgusted look, he turned away and continued puffing on his unfinished cigarette.
Unknown to him, Curiosity had just pwned something else besides the cat. Ma cherie spat out the unchewable remnants of (IAm)Tyrone’s still heart, letting out another helpless melancholic groan as droplets of fresh blood trailed down her lips.
With a smile plastered on his face, (IAm)Tyrone strode slowly to his old lost blue piece of a treasure. Of course, there was no smile; the faceless one simply beamed with happiness. Having tricked the gullible STOMPers that read into his situation not only once, but twice, he gave a huge smirk. (Oh come on, you guys never expected the Chevy Camaro to reappear again did you? And I bet you overlooked the smile, right?) Again, there was no smirk. He was just simply bursting from the mischief concealed within.
He kicked aside that grayish blue bloated carcass aside from his precious vehicle. Somehow, it looked as if the insides of its skull were empty. Perhaps, that blue blob was really hollowed inside his head after all. Once again, machine and master were reunited, hopefully never to part again. He still recalled that bulk of scrotum brains he crashed into. Somehow, that blue skinned twerp had made off with his prized vehicle after murdering a mad yelping dog that screamed in both upper and lower case letters. Today, the sun shone bright and reflected off his shiny, avatarless surface. He strode to his precious vehicle, reaching as usual into his dark jean trousers to retrieve his silver car keys.
He was plunging the stem of the key into his car lock when a melancholic groan aroused his curiousity. The sound came from a corner nearby, and he thought that it wouldn’t harm him to take a look. After all, it was his lucky day, and curiousity never really killed anyone except the Undercat.
Taking his own sweet time, he strolled to the corner, hoping it was some beauty that had the photogenicity of MengXue and the cleavage of Smittenpoise. Better still if she was injured, that would give him the chance to be that chivalrous knight in shining armor to that damsel in distress, provided it was a damsel of course.
The figure looked away from him. Boy, it had a nice, decent figure, at least one that could fulfill his manly fantasies and cage him in contentment for weeks. Putting on a gentlemanlike façade, he attempted his most confident pose, before bending down in pretentious concern.
Her long hair was nice, but the two red eyes that greeted him shocked him senseless. The melancholic groan stopped as she looked up, eyes glaring with an intense hate.
“My dear,” whispered the wretched figure.
His second realization chilled him to the bone. Blood was dripping from the teeth of this monstrosity, and there were traces of bluish goo from her long, sharp fingernails. The clawed out brain left discarded nearby offered him a chilling explanation that spelt out his fate. That was probably the discarded brain of SPP, which explained the hollow void in the skull he encountered earlier.
WinterSoldier happened to be striding nearby, enjoying the breeze amidst the summer heat. As he puffed on his cigarette, a muffled scream pierced the serenity of the warm afternoon. He was tasked by Emptyvoid to seek out an agent known as ‘The Witch’, but preferred Bon Jovi’s advice about Frank Sinatra; doing things his way. He passed by a somewhat pretty feminine figure on his afternoon walk, but was turned off by her way of eating. She was wildly chewing on her meal, and something that looked like ketchup to him was dripping from her mouth. Giving a disgusted look, he turned away and continued puffing on his unfinished cigarette.
Unknown to him, Curiosity had just pwned something else besides the cat. Ma cherie spat out the unchewable remnants of (IAm)Tyrone’s still heart, letting out another helpless melancholic groan as droplets of fresh blood trailed down her lips.
Chapter ELEVEN Regrets of the Undercat
I needed to be sure of her identity. I source through the remaining crumpled photos, thoughts drifting away to the possibilities of different endings. I know this may sound absurd, but I am more than just a pink tuft of rubber with a curl around my forehead. I am more than just an imaginary singer, with hopeless dreams of getting an audience to listen through my hypnotic lullaby.
Clearly, she was a good (wo)man. The result of the investigation was shocking. I never imagined that Smittenpoise was just the code name for her velvet masquerade. Having only a mere glimpse of her history, with the poison tipped dart as whatever little evidence she left behind, I gaze into the darkness of night, the only tiny ray of hope coming from the crescent shaped rock that illuminated the night sky.
I reach over to caress the edge of your still face. The purplish black lipstick still stained those cold lips of yours; lips possibly used as a tool to accomplish justice, or to exact revenge. I sing a lullaby, with the graveyards reflecting the echoes of my voice. I sing it knowing you’re asleep, yet hoping that you’ll listen. I sing it wishing that you might still have one last chance for redemption.
I barely knew you, yet intuition tells me that I murdered your identity. Perhaps in the wake of my insensibility, I sung you to sleep, and you drowned in the harsh rivers of city life. I sense it with my intuition. There is no way where you would just turn suicidal and plunge yourself into the cold dark waters.
Then nature of my task was ironic; I was sent to investigate the links you had in the bigger picture; yet I stumbled upon your past history, your intentions, and your supposedly cruel fate. The turn of events generated an emotional turmoil I cannot deny, even if it means forsaking the duty of my job, and the nature of outcome.
Smittenpoise, here lies your smitten persona. While only your emotionless face grants me a glimpse of what lies beyond the black velvet robes, I will not give up on the pursuit for truth. I will seek out and accomplish what you set out to achieve, with every bit of my unchanged soul. Your secret is safe with me. Free me from the regrets of the Undercat.
With my pink unfingered hand, I place a withered rose outside the boundaries of your grave. The absence of leaves on the stalk of wrinkled petals represents my personal desire to accomplish what you lost. With little droplets streaming forth from my bubbly, round eyes, I bid you farewell, as my feet dances off to the melancholic tune of my lullaby.
Rest in peace, Smittenpoise.
Clearly, she was a good (wo)man. The result of the investigation was shocking. I never imagined that Smittenpoise was just the code name for her velvet masquerade. Having only a mere glimpse of her history, with the poison tipped dart as whatever little evidence she left behind, I gaze into the darkness of night, the only tiny ray of hope coming from the crescent shaped rock that illuminated the night sky.
I reach over to caress the edge of your still face. The purplish black lipstick still stained those cold lips of yours; lips possibly used as a tool to accomplish justice, or to exact revenge. I sing a lullaby, with the graveyards reflecting the echoes of my voice. I sing it knowing you’re asleep, yet hoping that you’ll listen. I sing it wishing that you might still have one last chance for redemption.
I barely knew you, yet intuition tells me that I murdered your identity. Perhaps in the wake of my insensibility, I sung you to sleep, and you drowned in the harsh rivers of city life. I sense it with my intuition. There is no way where you would just turn suicidal and plunge yourself into the cold dark waters.
Then nature of my task was ironic; I was sent to investigate the links you had in the bigger picture; yet I stumbled upon your past history, your intentions, and your supposedly cruel fate. The turn of events generated an emotional turmoil I cannot deny, even if it means forsaking the duty of my job, and the nature of outcome.
Smittenpoise, here lies your smitten persona. While only your emotionless face grants me a glimpse of what lies beyond the black velvet robes, I will not give up on the pursuit for truth. I will seek out and accomplish what you set out to achieve, with every bit of my unchanged soul. Your secret is safe with me. Free me from the regrets of the Undercat.
With my pink unfingered hand, I place a withered rose outside the boundaries of your grave. The absence of leaves on the stalk of wrinkled petals represents my personal desire to accomplish what you lost. With little droplets streaming forth from my bubbly, round eyes, I bid you farewell, as my feet dances off to the melancholic tune of my lullaby.
Rest in peace, Smittenpoise.
Chapter TEN Metal Gear Cat
Chapter TEN
Metal Gear Cat
Fuming mad, the spirit of vengeance pointed at WinterSoldier and boomed, "let the lady go, NOW!"
Mengxue could only stare, overwhelmed with fear for her life as she was held hostage, knife to her throat. WinterSoldier laughed, "or what?"
"Look into my eyes!"
WinterSoldier, unable to control himself found himself gazing into the eyes of the flaming skull and immediately, his head was struck by an intense pain as the voice of the GhostRider's rantings flooded his mind. Mengxue, taking the opportunity fled, pushing her captor to the floor and running towards her boyfriend.
When WinterSoldier regained his composure, he found himself in cold sweat lying at the foot of the Merlion statue. GhostRider and Mengxue were nowhere to be seen. Once again, the predator had lost his prey.
Somewhere over the skies of STOMP universe, a Lockheed C-130 Hercules was flying over the atmosphere. Within the aircraft, sat a bespectacled man in a white lab coat staring at a computer screen. "All the best! Captain Undercats!" The man spoke, his name tag spelled the words, "Nerdy".
Behind the Hercules, a dark rounded figure parachuted off into the darkness of the night.
Silently, the dark rounded figure descended into the thick of the forest and detached his parachute, dressed in skintight blue gray suit and wearing an eyepatch over his right eye.
All of a sudden, Captain Undercats found himself surrounded by gunfire. He was somehow ambushed by enemies and immediately took cover. As soon as he touched ground, Undercats whipped out a pistol and crawled for safety. Upon realization that the rain of fire would not stop, he sang; a loud yet serene and soothing lullaby. Then as if a button had been pushed, the chaos stopped.
This happened two weeks ago. A round pink ball with large blue eyes, catlike ears tuft of fur on it forehead, stood before a mass grave staring at a headstone as if in mourning. A name on the stone read, "Grandpa Puff".
As the pink ball stood, deep in thoughts the grass around it swayed and the sounds of a chopper filled the air. Behind the figure, a MH-60 Pave Hawk touched down and a bespectacled man dressed in a white lab coat stepped out of the helicopter, along with a dark flowing figure.
"JigglyPuff!" The bespectacled man called out.
"What is it this time, Nerdynerd?" JigglyPuff said, nodding to the shadowy figure in acknowledgment standing at Nerdy's side. "Colonel nondescript."
"We just received news that Emptyvoid was spotted moving again, this time in Just Talk Lah bumping threads every night."
"And according to the latest intel, Emptyvoid was last in contact with a lady named Mengxue, they've arranged for an attempt on GhostRider's life." said nondescript, handing over pieces of papers to JigglyPuff, filled with rows of conversations.
"Do we know who the assassin is?"
"Not exactly, but we do know that this would be assassin is a female, with a bust line of 36C and always revealing her cleavage to men. We need you to find out who she is." said Nerdynerd.
Metal Gear Cat
Fuming mad, the spirit of vengeance pointed at WinterSoldier and boomed, "let the lady go, NOW!"
Mengxue could only stare, overwhelmed with fear for her life as she was held hostage, knife to her throat. WinterSoldier laughed, "or what?"
"Look into my eyes!"
WinterSoldier, unable to control himself found himself gazing into the eyes of the flaming skull and immediately, his head was struck by an intense pain as the voice of the GhostRider's rantings flooded his mind. Mengxue, taking the opportunity fled, pushing her captor to the floor and running towards her boyfriend.
When WinterSoldier regained his composure, he found himself in cold sweat lying at the foot of the Merlion statue. GhostRider and Mengxue were nowhere to be seen. Once again, the predator had lost his prey.
Somewhere over the skies of STOMP universe, a Lockheed C-130 Hercules was flying over the atmosphere. Within the aircraft, sat a bespectacled man in a white lab coat staring at a computer screen. "All the best! Captain Undercats!" The man spoke, his name tag spelled the words, "Nerdy".
Behind the Hercules, a dark rounded figure parachuted off into the darkness of the night.
Silently, the dark rounded figure descended into the thick of the forest and detached his parachute, dressed in skintight blue gray suit and wearing an eyepatch over his right eye.
All of a sudden, Captain Undercats found himself surrounded by gunfire. He was somehow ambushed by enemies and immediately took cover. As soon as he touched ground, Undercats whipped out a pistol and crawled for safety. Upon realization that the rain of fire would not stop, he sang; a loud yet serene and soothing lullaby. Then as if a button had been pushed, the chaos stopped.
This happened two weeks ago. A round pink ball with large blue eyes, catlike ears tuft of fur on it forehead, stood before a mass grave staring at a headstone as if in mourning. A name on the stone read, "Grandpa Puff".
As the pink ball stood, deep in thoughts the grass around it swayed and the sounds of a chopper filled the air. Behind the figure, a MH-60 Pave Hawk touched down and a bespectacled man dressed in a white lab coat stepped out of the helicopter, along with a dark flowing figure.
"JigglyPuff!" The bespectacled man called out.
"What is it this time, Nerdynerd?" JigglyPuff said, nodding to the shadowy figure in acknowledgment standing at Nerdy's side. "Colonel nondescript."
"We just received news that Emptyvoid was spotted moving again, this time in Just Talk Lah bumping threads every night."
"And according to the latest intel, Emptyvoid was last in contact with a lady named Mengxue, they've arranged for an attempt on GhostRider's life." said nondescript, handing over pieces of papers to JigglyPuff, filled with rows of conversations.
"Do we know who the assassin is?"
"Not exactly, but we do know that this would be assassin is a female, with a bust line of 36C and always revealing her cleavage to men. We need you to find out who she is." said Nerdynerd.
Chapter NINE Jigglypuff
It was a silent mission entrusted to her, and she had to execute it in style. Clutched in her gloved fingers was a bottle of dark blue liquid. The liquid was no doubt a potent toxin, and she was rather familiar with its usage. She took the vial and toyed with it with her delicate fingers, as memories of the fate of past victims flooded her mind, each death adding to the intensity of her devilish smile. They deserved it. The sight of middle aged men at the prime of their careers choking and frothing, with knees pleading for mercy as she withheld the antidote was simply amusing. She would watch them, eyes gleaming with a murderous orgasm, watching as their very souls fled their havens, leaving their abominable bodies crumpling in a wasted heap.
But she had a heart. She once encountered a puppy which was about to be put to sleep. It had a serious cold which drained whatever little life savings its aged masters had. That unfortunate pet had been brought to the SPCA to be put to sleep the day after, and when she learnt of its fate, pity tugged at her heart and she broke into the compound in the silence of the night to save it.
That incident occurred two years ago. Now, standing beside her, was that same old puppy. It had transformed into a more feral version of its younger, innocent self; and could sometimes be seen trampling around the Forums, yearning for attention. It had devoted itself wholeheartedly to her rescuer and she wore the words “Smittenpoise & Yannie” on her collar as proof.
Smittenpoise’s eyes gleamed with menace as she dipped the tip of a throwing dart into the toxic solution. She watched with concealed glee as her eyes focused on a faint light in the distance. MengXue had arranged with her to bring GhostRider to the Merlion and that a French kiss would be the signal for the kill. The outcome was obvious; she would not fail this time.
As she was sprinting in her silent sneakers towards her target, a faint sound of what resembled a gunshot pierced the silence of the night. She was certain that she heard the sound of the bullet grazing flesh, yet she felt no pain; then it hit her. Yannie pounced up right behind her to block the pellet aimed for her heart, and it sunk into its shoulder. The wounded puppy yelped as second bullet came by, hitting it square in its face. Yannie crumpled to the ground stone cold; Smittenpoise’s last symbol of humanity was gone.
We all know which guy in this story walks around slinging an M107. WinterSoldier knew that he had failed in his duty before and decided to take one last shot at claiming credit for himself. He overheard the conversation where MengXue suggested to GhostRider that they pay a romantic visit to the Merlion and decided that he would eliminate the flaming pile of bones that escaped his scope previously. He spotted a dark figure lurking around in the vicinity and decided to take a shot at it. Just as he realized that GhostRider had a flaming skull, a yelp sounded and in an instant, he saw two flaming eyes fixed on him.
He had fu-cked up this time; fu-cked up seriously. He sniped the wrong target.
Seething with rage, GhostRider charged his newfound foe. WinterSoldier took his M107 and attempted to fire it, but to his dismay, the cartridge was empty. Swearing profanities, he decided to brace himself for the impact as the flaming pile of bones came crashing upon him. He recovered from the tackle and somersaulted away, just as an idea struck his mind. GhostRider was charging towards him a second time, and he had a short amount of precious time to execute his next move.
His next move stunned GhostRider. WinterSoldier jumped away and landed beside MengXue. With a quick maneuver, he slid his dagger around the delicate throat of GhostRider’s princess, taking her hostage.
Smittenpoise was stunned. Trusting her aim, she only came prepared only with a single dart. She wasn’t sure if assassinating her target would put her client in danger. She didn’t know if the masked bulk of muscle came with a purpose, or was simply a maniac; all she knew was that he killed her only companion. Yet as much as she wanted to kill him, she couldn’t jeopardize the mission and risk being spotted by that flaming skull. The situation was tense, and a wrong move could place everyone involved, including her, in immediate danger. Yannie was already dead, and she didn’t want another unnecessary death on her hands.
Just then, a soothing lullaby pierced the deathly silence of the cold, dark night. Her eyelids drooped and the tension of the situation left her, as her body plummeted down into the Singapore River, marking the commencement of an eternal slumber.
But she had a heart. She once encountered a puppy which was about to be put to sleep. It had a serious cold which drained whatever little life savings its aged masters had. That unfortunate pet had been brought to the SPCA to be put to sleep the day after, and when she learnt of its fate, pity tugged at her heart and she broke into the compound in the silence of the night to save it.
That incident occurred two years ago. Now, standing beside her, was that same old puppy. It had transformed into a more feral version of its younger, innocent self; and could sometimes be seen trampling around the Forums, yearning for attention. It had devoted itself wholeheartedly to her rescuer and she wore the words “Smittenpoise & Yannie” on her collar as proof.
Smittenpoise’s eyes gleamed with menace as she dipped the tip of a throwing dart into the toxic solution. She watched with concealed glee as her eyes focused on a faint light in the distance. MengXue had arranged with her to bring GhostRider to the Merlion and that a French kiss would be the signal for the kill. The outcome was obvious; she would not fail this time.
As she was sprinting in her silent sneakers towards her target, a faint sound of what resembled a gunshot pierced the silence of the night. She was certain that she heard the sound of the bullet grazing flesh, yet she felt no pain; then it hit her. Yannie pounced up right behind her to block the pellet aimed for her heart, and it sunk into its shoulder. The wounded puppy yelped as second bullet came by, hitting it square in its face. Yannie crumpled to the ground stone cold; Smittenpoise’s last symbol of humanity was gone.
We all know which guy in this story walks around slinging an M107. WinterSoldier knew that he had failed in his duty before and decided to take one last shot at claiming credit for himself. He overheard the conversation where MengXue suggested to GhostRider that they pay a romantic visit to the Merlion and decided that he would eliminate the flaming pile of bones that escaped his scope previously. He spotted a dark figure lurking around in the vicinity and decided to take a shot at it. Just as he realized that GhostRider had a flaming skull, a yelp sounded and in an instant, he saw two flaming eyes fixed on him.
He had fu-cked up this time; fu-cked up seriously. He sniped the wrong target.
Seething with rage, GhostRider charged his newfound foe. WinterSoldier took his M107 and attempted to fire it, but to his dismay, the cartridge was empty. Swearing profanities, he decided to brace himself for the impact as the flaming pile of bones came crashing upon him. He recovered from the tackle and somersaulted away, just as an idea struck his mind. GhostRider was charging towards him a second time, and he had a short amount of precious time to execute his next move.
His next move stunned GhostRider. WinterSoldier jumped away and landed beside MengXue. With a quick maneuver, he slid his dagger around the delicate throat of GhostRider’s princess, taking her hostage.
Smittenpoise was stunned. Trusting her aim, she only came prepared only with a single dart. She wasn’t sure if assassinating her target would put her client in danger. She didn’t know if the masked bulk of muscle came with a purpose, or was simply a maniac; all she knew was that he killed her only companion. Yet as much as she wanted to kill him, she couldn’t jeopardize the mission and risk being spotted by that flaming skull. The situation was tense, and a wrong move could place everyone involved, including her, in immediate danger. Yannie was already dead, and she didn’t want another unnecessary death on her hands.
Just then, a soothing lullaby pierced the deathly silence of the cold, dark night. Her eyelids drooped and the tension of the situation left her, as her body plummeted down into the Singapore River, marking the commencement of an eternal slumber.
Chapter EIGHT The Gemini
“Dammit!” she muttered, heaving a loud sigh.
It was like a miniature puppet play, with the strings of the characters involved tied to her very own fingers. She sipped a glass of cherry flavoured wine, anxiously waiting for the results.
She had taken a certain dislike to SPP, the moment she saw Boonsake helplessly murdered by this talking demon. And the previous day, she received news that her good for nothing boyfriend was last seen checking into a hotel with the cleavage revealing Smittenpoise. Not that she didn’t expect it; it just came as a shock that he would cheat on this relationship that fast. She fought to hold back the tears that stung at her eyes as Smittenpoise, the agent she secretly hired to seduce him, reported every single detail of what happened on that fateful night.
The next day, Emptyvoid asked her out, seeking her cooperation in financing the destruction of SPP. The emotionless void also sensed her need for revenge, and suggested that it eliminate them both in one swift move.
The plan failed. WinterSoldier screwed up.
She never expected him to return his calls. In fact, it was meant to be a confirmatory signal that her revenge was successful; that her cheating boyfriend was dead.
Luckily, she reacted fast enough over the phone, managing to put on an angry façade. She could tell that her about-to-be-ditched boyfriend seemed a little traumatized, probably from the failed attempt to take his life.
Smittenpoise was just a phone call away. Always dressed in velvet robes, with a veil complimenting her mystery, it is said that whoever could put a face to the name Smittenpoise would either be the love of her life, or victims of the succubi. She was a temptress in disguise, having a history to hide, yet it made her perfect for the job. You could trust that she trusted no one, and had a certain unique hatred towards men of bastard quality. This was why she was the perfect agent for the job.
In the wee hours of the silent night, a velvet cloaked figure slipped in from the window and snatched the vial of poison (along with the $11700 cheque, 10% for service charge with 7% GST) from her delicate fingers. With an intense hatred burning in her soul, she knew that Smittenpoise would exact her just revenge on that good-for-nothing flaming skull of a boyfriend.
Just then, the door barged open to reveal something burning bright.
“Happy Birthday, my dear MengXue!” screamed that skeleton, oblivious to the fate that she planned for him. Using a portion of his flaming head to light the twenty plus candles on the black forest cake, he strode confidently towards his love, smashing another small sized cake which he hid behind his back onto her face, before planting a slightly long kiss on her cake creamed forehead.
Sometimes, she just wished that love was that simple.
It was like a miniature puppet play, with the strings of the characters involved tied to her very own fingers. She sipped a glass of cherry flavoured wine, anxiously waiting for the results.
She had taken a certain dislike to SPP, the moment she saw Boonsake helplessly murdered by this talking demon. And the previous day, she received news that her good for nothing boyfriend was last seen checking into a hotel with the cleavage revealing Smittenpoise. Not that she didn’t expect it; it just came as a shock that he would cheat on this relationship that fast. She fought to hold back the tears that stung at her eyes as Smittenpoise, the agent she secretly hired to seduce him, reported every single detail of what happened on that fateful night.
The next day, Emptyvoid asked her out, seeking her cooperation in financing the destruction of SPP. The emotionless void also sensed her need for revenge, and suggested that it eliminate them both in one swift move.
The plan failed. WinterSoldier screwed up.
She never expected him to return his calls. In fact, it was meant to be a confirmatory signal that her revenge was successful; that her cheating boyfriend was dead.
Luckily, she reacted fast enough over the phone, managing to put on an angry façade. She could tell that her about-to-be-ditched boyfriend seemed a little traumatized, probably from the failed attempt to take his life.
Smittenpoise was just a phone call away. Always dressed in velvet robes, with a veil complimenting her mystery, it is said that whoever could put a face to the name Smittenpoise would either be the love of her life, or victims of the succubi. She was a temptress in disguise, having a history to hide, yet it made her perfect for the job. You could trust that she trusted no one, and had a certain unique hatred towards men of bastard quality. This was why she was the perfect agent for the job.
In the wee hours of the silent night, a velvet cloaked figure slipped in from the window and snatched the vial of poison (along with the $11700 cheque, 10% for service charge with 7% GST) from her delicate fingers. With an intense hatred burning in her soul, she knew that Smittenpoise would exact her just revenge on that good-for-nothing flaming skull of a boyfriend.
Just then, the door barged open to reveal something burning bright.
“Happy Birthday, my dear MengXue!” screamed that skeleton, oblivious to the fate that she planned for him. Using a portion of his flaming head to light the twenty plus candles on the black forest cake, he strode confidently towards his love, smashing another small sized cake which he hid behind his back onto her face, before planting a slightly long kiss on her cake creamed forehead.
Sometimes, she just wished that love was that simple.
Chapter SEVEN Two Worlds Collide
SPP stepped on the pedals, hoping to ram GhostRider to his death. Unfortunately, the attempt would fail when GhostRider stopped the Chevy Camaro, turning it into scrap metal with a fist plummeting into the hood. That got SPP even angrier and the Sugarpantspuff stepped out of the wreckage.
Chain swinging, fists clenched in an offensive stance, a showdown between the spirit of vengeance and crusader turned menace. Strangely, WinterSoldier had disappeared. But no matter, the two giants were about to clash.
"So, I heard you know kungfu. Show me!!" GhostRider sneered, flames burning brighter than ever.
"Shut the fu-ck up bonehead! You'd pay for wrecking my ride!!" SPP jetted towards GhostRider and sent him flying with a single slap to the face.
"NI***** Chee Bye!!!" GhostRider cursed as he found himself launched off his feet two blocks away, leaving a trail of debris across a row of abandoned old buildings, somewhere in the STOMP Universe. The spirit of Vengeance picked himself up, glaring fiercely at SPP. The resident crusader had done it this time, GhostRider was peeved. He had over the years acquired a nasty temper and his bark had become just as bad as his bite, and the blue skinned madman had just unleashed the beast with one slap.
GhostRider STOMPed towards SPP and returned the favour. "NINAOHIEYA~!" GhostRider cursed as he slapped SPP across the head. But before GhostRider's hand could reach his head, he blocked the attack and returned it with a hook punch. GhostRider ducked and attempted a take down on SPP, spearing the crusader square across the abdomen and bringing him down with a lift behind the knees. Once SPP was brought to the ground, the spirit of vengeance begun raining his opponent with a flurry of fists.... until SPP suddenly caught hold of GhostRider's arm and reversed the attack, catching him in his own hold. "What the FU....~!" GhostRider grunted as he hit the floor hard, barely completing his words. In an instance he found himself receiving a storm of blows to the face, each blow creating a dent in the ground.
Eventually, the spirit of vengeance could take no more and his powers were quickly snuffed out, flames extinguished. GhostRider was once more, a mortal. Satisfied, Sugarpuffpants smiled and stood up looking at the corpse of what was once GhostRider before walking away.
But before SPP could make his third step, a chain ensnared his neck. GhostRider had caught him, flames once again ignited. "Get over here!!" GhostRider taunted, imitating the voice of Mortal Kombat's Scorpion.
"You cheatin' son of a bitch!!" SPP sneered, and then "BLAM~!". All of sudden, Sugarpuffpants was knocked unconscious. Somehow from out of nowhere a shot had eliminated the crusader, bringing the confrontation to an abrupt stop.
"What a boring fight." WinterSoldier thought to himself as he looked through the scope of his newly acquired M107. Some unknown individual had paid him a hefty amount to take out SPP, and the WinterSoldier was merely looking to collect. Interested in taking out GhostRider as well for amusement, he decided to shift his rifle towards the flaming skull. Unfortunately, GhostRider was already gone, leaving SPP's unconscious body to collect dust. "Awhh! Goddamnit!" WinterSoldier cried.
Somewhere in the corner of Chjimes, GhostRider was in a dilemma. The girlfriend had called. "YOU OUT PICKING FIGHTS AGAIN???"
"No! Nono darling!! I wasn't! Serious!!"
"THEN WHAT YOU DOING AT CHJIMES?? LOOKING AT WHICH GIRL NOW ANSWER ME!!"
"I'm not even looking honey I sompah!!"
"YOU SOMPAH?! YOU WILL RETURN HOME THIS INSTANCE DO YOU HEAR ME??" Mengxue barked across the phone.
GhostRider could only whimper and smack his forehead as the girlfriend hung up. "DOH!!" The Spirit of Vengeance cried, now a Spirit of..... Mengxue. Butt stamped Approved and owned.
Chain swinging, fists clenched in an offensive stance, a showdown between the spirit of vengeance and crusader turned menace. Strangely, WinterSoldier had disappeared. But no matter, the two giants were about to clash.
"So, I heard you know kungfu. Show me!!" GhostRider sneered, flames burning brighter than ever.
"Shut the fu-ck up bonehead! You'd pay for wrecking my ride!!" SPP jetted towards GhostRider and sent him flying with a single slap to the face.
"NI***** Chee Bye!!!" GhostRider cursed as he found himself launched off his feet two blocks away, leaving a trail of debris across a row of abandoned old buildings, somewhere in the STOMP Universe. The spirit of Vengeance picked himself up, glaring fiercely at SPP. The resident crusader had done it this time, GhostRider was peeved. He had over the years acquired a nasty temper and his bark had become just as bad as his bite, and the blue skinned madman had just unleashed the beast with one slap.
GhostRider STOMPed towards SPP and returned the favour. "NINAOHIEYA~!" GhostRider cursed as he slapped SPP across the head. But before GhostRider's hand could reach his head, he blocked the attack and returned it with a hook punch. GhostRider ducked and attempted a take down on SPP, spearing the crusader square across the abdomen and bringing him down with a lift behind the knees. Once SPP was brought to the ground, the spirit of vengeance begun raining his opponent with a flurry of fists.... until SPP suddenly caught hold of GhostRider's arm and reversed the attack, catching him in his own hold. "What the FU....~!" GhostRider grunted as he hit the floor hard, barely completing his words. In an instance he found himself receiving a storm of blows to the face, each blow creating a dent in the ground.
Eventually, the spirit of vengeance could take no more and his powers were quickly snuffed out, flames extinguished. GhostRider was once more, a mortal. Satisfied, Sugarpuffpants smiled and stood up looking at the corpse of what was once GhostRider before walking away.
But before SPP could make his third step, a chain ensnared his neck. GhostRider had caught him, flames once again ignited. "Get over here!!" GhostRider taunted, imitating the voice of Mortal Kombat's Scorpion.
"You cheatin' son of a bitch!!" SPP sneered, and then "BLAM~!". All of sudden, Sugarpuffpants was knocked unconscious. Somehow from out of nowhere a shot had eliminated the crusader, bringing the confrontation to an abrupt stop.
"What a boring fight." WinterSoldier thought to himself as he looked through the scope of his newly acquired M107. Some unknown individual had paid him a hefty amount to take out SPP, and the WinterSoldier was merely looking to collect. Interested in taking out GhostRider as well for amusement, he decided to shift his rifle towards the flaming skull. Unfortunately, GhostRider was already gone, leaving SPP's unconscious body to collect dust. "Awhh! Goddamnit!" WinterSoldier cried.
Somewhere in the corner of Chjimes, GhostRider was in a dilemma. The girlfriend had called. "YOU OUT PICKING FIGHTS AGAIN???"
"No! Nono darling!! I wasn't! Serious!!"
"THEN WHAT YOU DOING AT CHJIMES?? LOOKING AT WHICH GIRL NOW ANSWER ME!!"
"I'm not even looking honey I sompah!!"
"YOU SOMPAH?! YOU WILL RETURN HOME THIS INSTANCE DO YOU HEAR ME??" Mengxue barked across the phone.
GhostRider could only whimper and smack his forehead as the girlfriend hung up. "DOH!!" The Spirit of Vengeance cried, now a Spirit of..... Mengxue. Butt stamped Approved and owned.
Chapter SIX From Enemies to Emptiness
The chilly horrid night bit and tore at the very warmth of GhostRider. The aftermath of the Orchard Flood was devastating. The usual Starbucks that he usually camped at to have a recharge after assassinating targets with his psionic prowess was totally wrecked. A fallen tree branch had impaled the wavy haired MengXue lookalike on the green ‘Starbucks Coffee’ logo.
The catastrophe was so bad that when he scanned his iPhone, Google Earth showed an ‘expansion’ of the Singapore River. GhostRider had no choice; the flame on his skull was his life essence; dousing the flames would cease his very existence.
In another desolate corner of the STOMP universe, sugarpuffpants kicked aside a trash can, trudging in a corner of the ‘Just Talk Lah’ section. Kicking the bitch Yannie(s) wasn’t such a good idea after all, especially with all the emotional bite marks she (they) had caused. Though he hated to admit it, each duel of words was a waste of his intellect. He knew that he could have better spent his time at other forums. Like an addict to ecstasy, he knew that getting a kick out of pwning bitches was taking a toll out of his life. A qualified brain bulge wouldn’t waste his time meddling in the affairs of the common populace.
The night was still young, and SPP had an innate desire to go south. Getting on the Chevy Camaro that was his getaway after the dogslaughter of poor old Boonie, he raced in the direction of south, with the fleeting trails of smoke bearing the last vestiges of his whereabouts. The Chevy Camaro was a curse; it reminded him of his failure of not winding up that argument with the faceless (IAm)Tyrone while he could have just whacked the shit out of that faceless newb, with his words of course.
Minutes into the journey, he glanced into his surroundings. Amidst the pitch black darkness, possibly due to the absence of city lights, he spotted a faint glow that ignited his curiousity. There, eyes staring at him with an intense passion, the faint glow on his head suddenly became brighter. The glare was provocative, and the look was simply mean.
“La… la… A life of pain, the WinterSoldier’s walking again!”
Both heads, bulging and flaming, turned in the direction of the jovial chant. A masked muscular bulk of what resembled a hunk strode past, with guts obviously not as big as his bulk.
“GhostRider! What are you doing here with SPP? Here to challenge him ah?”
“Challenge him? When I have already controlled him?”
This was going as planned. Truly his master was right in getting him to be a trouble amplifier; Emptyvoid told him that like all men, GhostRider was susceptible to ego. This had all been planned. The Orchard Flood was created to deprive GhostRider of a recharge such that his powers would just match those of SPP psionically. Instilling an innate desire to turn south was easy for Emptyvoid, and getting WinterSoldier to be his agent of mischief was simply magnificent.
As both SPP and GhostRider glared at each other with a murderous hate, little did they know that their encounter was engineered by a greater entity, keen on the extermination of the two parties (and the entire world of STOMP, of course).
The catastrophe was so bad that when he scanned his iPhone, Google Earth showed an ‘expansion’ of the Singapore River. GhostRider had no choice; the flame on his skull was his life essence; dousing the flames would cease his very existence.
In another desolate corner of the STOMP universe, sugarpuffpants kicked aside a trash can, trudging in a corner of the ‘Just Talk Lah’ section. Kicking the bitch Yannie(s) wasn’t such a good idea after all, especially with all the emotional bite marks she (they) had caused. Though he hated to admit it, each duel of words was a waste of his intellect. He knew that he could have better spent his time at other forums. Like an addict to ecstasy, he knew that getting a kick out of pwning bitches was taking a toll out of his life. A qualified brain bulge wouldn’t waste his time meddling in the affairs of the common populace.
The night was still young, and SPP had an innate desire to go south. Getting on the Chevy Camaro that was his getaway after the dogslaughter of poor old Boonie, he raced in the direction of south, with the fleeting trails of smoke bearing the last vestiges of his whereabouts. The Chevy Camaro was a curse; it reminded him of his failure of not winding up that argument with the faceless (IAm)Tyrone while he could have just whacked the shit out of that faceless newb, with his words of course.
Minutes into the journey, he glanced into his surroundings. Amidst the pitch black darkness, possibly due to the absence of city lights, he spotted a faint glow that ignited his curiousity. There, eyes staring at him with an intense passion, the faint glow on his head suddenly became brighter. The glare was provocative, and the look was simply mean.
“La… la… A life of pain, the WinterSoldier’s walking again!”
Both heads, bulging and flaming, turned in the direction of the jovial chant. A masked muscular bulk of what resembled a hunk strode past, with guts obviously not as big as his bulk.
“GhostRider! What are you doing here with SPP? Here to challenge him ah?”
“Challenge him? When I have already controlled him?”
This was going as planned. Truly his master was right in getting him to be a trouble amplifier; Emptyvoid told him that like all men, GhostRider was susceptible to ego. This had all been planned. The Orchard Flood was created to deprive GhostRider of a recharge such that his powers would just match those of SPP psionically. Instilling an innate desire to turn south was easy for Emptyvoid, and getting WinterSoldier to be his agent of mischief was simply magnificent.
As both SPP and GhostRider glared at each other with a murderous hate, little did they know that their encounter was engineered by a greater entity, keen on the extermination of the two parties (and the entire world of STOMP, of course).
Chapter FIVE Yannie
Adenine, Guanine, Thymine, Cytosine.
The basis of these four fundamental molecules held a special place in which all humans call a heart. To me, it is just muscle, aimlessly pumping the dreaded rhythm of life. Politicians in the Jordan region are having disputes about hydrogen dioxide, while local ‘Stinkaporeans’ are having debates against mixing it with aspartame. I don’t care.
I’m striding the dark alleys of humanity, passing the nicotine drugged crackpots soaked in their vasopressin diluted urine, as the twin hollow openings housing my eye sockets glance on. A few pornshops appealing to the few wasted testosterone monstrosities lurking around lines the one way street, their dimming shoplights casting a shadow over what had once been a good and proper community. It has somehow grown a little quieter lately, with lesser upper and lower case yelps of suggestive affection.
This is the ‘Rave and Rant’ section of the STOMP universe. Being STOMP’s equivalent of the real world Sudan, where people possessing a significant amount of intellect and a reputation of quality steered clear off, it is an underworld of STOMP where possibly anything can happen.
I serve a master who has absolute power over the despised of STOMP. Having ‘no life’ labeled over it, Lord Emptyvoid is rumored to be unkillable. It did not have a weakness, it was void itself. While I am the cursed products of ribosomes acting on nucleotides, Emptyvoid isn’t. It’s like a black hole that spawned from the garbage of society.
I hate you, nucleotides. I hate you with passion indescribable. Even these wastelands cannot echo the agony that I’m feeling now. You birthed me from garbage, programmed me to think garbage. And with your defiled mechanisms you create duplicates of me to serve your purpose.
You will never understand the pain to be me. You will never feel the helplessness of seeing your clones squander your reputation at another’s command, leaving you to bear the brunt of defamation. You will never understand what it’s like to walk around in Maplestory being defamed 192847 times.
Humanity shall be mine. It is time for revenge. Unleash the clones one last time.
The basis of these four fundamental molecules held a special place in which all humans call a heart. To me, it is just muscle, aimlessly pumping the dreaded rhythm of life. Politicians in the Jordan region are having disputes about hydrogen dioxide, while local ‘Stinkaporeans’ are having debates against mixing it with aspartame. I don’t care.
I’m striding the dark alleys of humanity, passing the nicotine drugged crackpots soaked in their vasopressin diluted urine, as the twin hollow openings housing my eye sockets glance on. A few pornshops appealing to the few wasted testosterone monstrosities lurking around lines the one way street, their dimming shoplights casting a shadow over what had once been a good and proper community. It has somehow grown a little quieter lately, with lesser upper and lower case yelps of suggestive affection.
This is the ‘Rave and Rant’ section of the STOMP universe. Being STOMP’s equivalent of the real world Sudan, where people possessing a significant amount of intellect and a reputation of quality steered clear off, it is an underworld of STOMP where possibly anything can happen.
I serve a master who has absolute power over the despised of STOMP. Having ‘no life’ labeled over it, Lord Emptyvoid is rumored to be unkillable. It did not have a weakness, it was void itself. While I am the cursed products of ribosomes acting on nucleotides, Emptyvoid isn’t. It’s like a black hole that spawned from the garbage of society.
I hate you, nucleotides. I hate you with passion indescribable. Even these wastelands cannot echo the agony that I’m feeling now. You birthed me from garbage, programmed me to think garbage. And with your defiled mechanisms you create duplicates of me to serve your purpose.
You will never understand the pain to be me. You will never feel the helplessness of seeing your clones squander your reputation at another’s command, leaving you to bear the brunt of defamation. You will never understand what it’s like to walk around in Maplestory being defamed 192847 times.
Humanity shall be mine. It is time for revenge. Unleash the clones one last time.
Chapter FOUR The Abyss of Emptiness
Silently, in a dark isolated lab, an entity watched onscreen as SPP stood on the street bruised and battered, still cursing away after the murder of Boonsake. "%#@!#$!!" SPP shouted as he shook his fist.
The entity smirked, pleased with the scene. It minimized the window and looked at the Forum cackling insanely. Mysteriously, every thread created by a dog named Yannie and STOMPers Moddy and PookeeMark would be bumped to the front page almost every night and the culprit was none other than the being which called itself, Emptyvoid, an entity which resembled a humanoid with a white pair of sharp eyes, a white emptiness for a mouth, razor sharp fingers and a dark body filled with an abyss of stars. Looking at it would be like looking at some monster out of a comic book page.
While bumping threads, this entity secretly planned it revenge against the entire STOMP community, constantly calling them, "S+inkaporeans". It wasn't just after SPP, it was after Ghostrider as well. In fact, it, had successfully killed off the super secret agent G85(also known as Ghost 085) and awoke the Spirit of Vengeance. Emptyvoid despised everything, it had no friends, and trusted nobody. Afterall, it is no more than a being of vast emptiness devoid of all human emotions except hate.
Furiously, it typed away laughing like a mad scientist. In an instant, all the old threads created by it and it clones were bumped up to the frontpage. Pleased with it work, Emptyvoid began to wonder, "now, shall I condemn more S+inkaporeans?"
Suddenly, a female dog and STOMPer Moddy crashed into the lab through a vent with a loud bang. "Master master! We have done your bidding but our plans were foiled by the appearance of the almighty Sugarpuffpants!!" The bitch Yannie barked, half yapping in pain after being tossed around by our resident crusader.
"Almighty Sugarpuffpants??! How dare you?! Only I, am the great one!!" boomed the entity Emptyvoid.
"Yes! Yes oh great Emptyvoid! We are sorry!"
"Sorry? You should be more than sorry, for you have failed me once again!!! You infidels!!" Emptyvoid roared, sending Yannie and Moddy down a chute with a push of a handle. "Useless minions!" The entity muttered under his breath.
GhostRider, aware of the existence of Emptyvoid would soon clash head on.....
The entity smirked, pleased with the scene. It minimized the window and looked at the Forum cackling insanely. Mysteriously, every thread created by a dog named Yannie and STOMPers Moddy and PookeeMark would be bumped to the front page almost every night and the culprit was none other than the being which called itself, Emptyvoid, an entity which resembled a humanoid with a white pair of sharp eyes, a white emptiness for a mouth, razor sharp fingers and a dark body filled with an abyss of stars. Looking at it would be like looking at some monster out of a comic book page.
While bumping threads, this entity secretly planned it revenge against the entire STOMP community, constantly calling them, "S+inkaporeans". It wasn't just after SPP, it was after Ghostrider as well. In fact, it, had successfully killed off the super secret agent G85(also known as Ghost 085) and awoke the Spirit of Vengeance. Emptyvoid despised everything, it had no friends, and trusted nobody. Afterall, it is no more than a being of vast emptiness devoid of all human emotions except hate.
Furiously, it typed away laughing like a mad scientist. In an instant, all the old threads created by it and it clones were bumped up to the frontpage. Pleased with it work, Emptyvoid began to wonder, "now, shall I condemn more S+inkaporeans?"
Suddenly, a female dog and STOMPer Moddy crashed into the lab through a vent with a loud bang. "Master master! We have done your bidding but our plans were foiled by the appearance of the almighty Sugarpuffpants!!" The bitch Yannie barked, half yapping in pain after being tossed around by our resident crusader.
"Almighty Sugarpuffpants??! How dare you?! Only I, am the great one!!" boomed the entity Emptyvoid.
"Yes! Yes oh great Emptyvoid! We are sorry!"
"Sorry? You should be more than sorry, for you have failed me once again!!! You infidels!!" Emptyvoid roared, sending Yannie and Moddy down a chute with a push of a handle. "Useless minions!" The entity muttered under his breath.
GhostRider, aware of the existence of Emptyvoid would soon clash head on.....
Chapter THREE Future Sight
WinterSoldier was a warmonger; just that he didn’t have the guts to create any trouble. The crash landing of sugarpuffpants was timely enough, especially when the collision was with the recently turned Junior STOMPer, facelessly known as IAmTyrone.
And it didn’t help that MengXue was around. Under normal circumstances, the cool headed lass would chill things out. The situation was unique. A recent newbie had collided with the king of fu-ck; the perfect condition for the pesky little WinterSoldier to screw things up.
The masked lad strode confidently with a smirk towards the potential fight scene. Oblivious to his surroundings, the blue bulging monstrosity was cursing and swearing as usual, with the agony from the stupidity of his previous argument adding to the intensity of the current spat. It was perfect for the trouble amplifier of course, since WinterSoldier could never find the strength to break the bonds of social norms to actually cause trouble.
“Watch where you’re going, dick-head!” yelled the one and only IAmTyrone.
“Firstly, my head is not a dick. It consists of a skull covering the anatomies of my huge bulging brain, and as you can clearly see, that blue stuff ain’t scrotum and my brain ain’t balls…”
This was the chance. WinterSoldier moved in for the kill, his victims being the two dick-heads and the conversation. Scrotum or skin, they all looked the same to him. But just then, he heard a faint yelping sound, followed by a rough growl bearing a mix of upper and lower case letters.
Boonsake, still bleeding from his puppy stomach, had finally caught up.
“WaH LaU! Don’T bE lyK tiS lEh… pPl oSo neVa kAchiAu u…… =D
”
His immaturity broke the last straw of SPP’s tolerance. As vulgarites spewed forth from the mouth of the blue bulging blob, (combined with threats of legal action, defamation suits and personal harassment, shaped into a fireball of logic), SPP charged the helpless innocent puppy, flinging the flip-floppy, beanbag like body of that grey spectacled puppy. Predestined or simply unfortunate, Boonsake landed spot on onto a nearby rusty tennis pole. The thoughts of having sex with GhostRider’s (and possibly everybody’s) girlfriend, MengXue, during the previous night raced through his mind, and his last breath escaped moments after he was impaled.
Boonsake (in this fanfic) was dead. The heart of Wintersoldier was filled with a mix of pity and hate. Again, Boonsake had beaten him at his game, and he was forced to admit it over the dead body of that helpless puppy. As he stared wide eyed and open mouth at the catastrophe that SPP had caused in a moment of fury, a shadow brushed past the dark alleys of the STOMP universe.
The light on his skull burnt with a brighter intensity, now that his revenge was complete. It was a convenient crime; the future sight of his was fatally accurate. SPP was merely a puppet in his play for revenge. As he clutched his knife once more, GhostRider secretly vowed that no one would ever sleep with his MengXue again. Death would be dished out as punishment for what he dubbed as crime, whether committed in ignorance or in purpose. __________________
And it didn’t help that MengXue was around. Under normal circumstances, the cool headed lass would chill things out. The situation was unique. A recent newbie had collided with the king of fu-ck; the perfect condition for the pesky little WinterSoldier to screw things up.
The masked lad strode confidently with a smirk towards the potential fight scene. Oblivious to his surroundings, the blue bulging monstrosity was cursing and swearing as usual, with the agony from the stupidity of his previous argument adding to the intensity of the current spat. It was perfect for the trouble amplifier of course, since WinterSoldier could never find the strength to break the bonds of social norms to actually cause trouble.
“Watch where you’re going, dick-head!” yelled the one and only IAmTyrone.
“Firstly, my head is not a dick. It consists of a skull covering the anatomies of my huge bulging brain, and as you can clearly see, that blue stuff ain’t scrotum and my brain ain’t balls…”
This was the chance. WinterSoldier moved in for the kill, his victims being the two dick-heads and the conversation. Scrotum or skin, they all looked the same to him. But just then, he heard a faint yelping sound, followed by a rough growl bearing a mix of upper and lower case letters.
Boonsake, still bleeding from his puppy stomach, had finally caught up.
“WaH LaU! Don’T bE lyK tiS lEh… pPl oSo neVa kAchiAu u…… =D
”His immaturity broke the last straw of SPP’s tolerance. As vulgarites spewed forth from the mouth of the blue bulging blob, (combined with threats of legal action, defamation suits and personal harassment, shaped into a fireball of logic), SPP charged the helpless innocent puppy, flinging the flip-floppy, beanbag like body of that grey spectacled puppy. Predestined or simply unfortunate, Boonsake landed spot on onto a nearby rusty tennis pole. The thoughts of having sex with GhostRider’s (and possibly everybody’s) girlfriend, MengXue, during the previous night raced through his mind, and his last breath escaped moments after he was impaled.
Boonsake (in this fanfic) was dead. The heart of Wintersoldier was filled with a mix of pity and hate. Again, Boonsake had beaten him at his game, and he was forced to admit it over the dead body of that helpless puppy. As he stared wide eyed and open mouth at the catastrophe that SPP had caused in a moment of fury, a shadow brushed past the dark alleys of the STOMP universe.
The light on his skull burnt with a brighter intensity, now that his revenge was complete. It was a convenient crime; the future sight of his was fatally accurate. SPP was merely a puppet in his play for revenge. As he clutched his knife once more, GhostRider secretly vowed that no one would ever sleep with his MengXue again. Death would be dished out as punishment for what he dubbed as crime, whether committed in ignorance or in purpose. __________________
Chapter TWO Vision of the Ghost(Rider)
... Boonsake woke up to find himself in a trash can somewhere in the alley, filled with used condoms, soaked panties and used sanitary pads. "~wOoF!!" The bespectacled puppy barked as he searched desperately for a word to describe his pain and frustration.
Tyrone was later seen riding by in a Chevy camaro, zooming past the poor heartbroken Boonsake as he looked on teary eye. Fighting pass his tears, he sniffed hard and gathered himself, seemingly with grim determination to chase after Tyrone. Boonsake put on his glasses and took off in hot pursuit of (Iam)Tyrone. The faceless one however, was already far from reach, hurdling down the road on a hunt for a new love story.
Elsewhere, our resident crusader SPP(better known as Sugarpuffpants) was spotted beating the daylights out of some hapless STOMPer. Imagine if you will, a hairless blue skinned man with an enlarged forehead, dressed in black leather spandex with a black and navy blue cape tossing people around like rag dolls. They deserved it anyway, for enraging SPP; causing his ever volatile temper to explode like a volcano .
Our audiences, amongst them Mengxue, the sweet sweet and sexy young princess stood at a corner along with WinterSoldier, watching the scene amused while chomping on popcorn. WinterSoldier, obviously enjoying the commotion, sniggered and looked on, hoping somebody would get hurt...... seriously.
All of a sudden, as though in answer to WinterSoldier's prayers a Chevy camaro collided with SugarPuffPants, sending the blue skinned madman along with his victims tumbling like bowling pins all over the Forum grounds. SPP, ever more annoyed burst, obscenities and vulgarities spewed forth from his mouth.
Tyrone was later seen riding by in a Chevy camaro, zooming past the poor heartbroken Boonsake as he looked on teary eye. Fighting pass his tears, he sniffed hard and gathered himself, seemingly with grim determination to chase after Tyrone. Boonsake put on his glasses and took off in hot pursuit of (Iam)Tyrone. The faceless one however, was already far from reach, hurdling down the road on a hunt for a new love story.
Elsewhere, our resident crusader SPP(better known as Sugarpuffpants) was spotted beating the daylights out of some hapless STOMPer. Imagine if you will, a hairless blue skinned man with an enlarged forehead, dressed in black leather spandex with a black and navy blue cape tossing people around like rag dolls. They deserved it anyway, for enraging SPP; causing his ever volatile temper to explode like a volcano .
Our audiences, amongst them Mengxue, the sweet sweet and sexy young princess stood at a corner along with WinterSoldier, watching the scene amused while chomping on popcorn. WinterSoldier, obviously enjoying the commotion, sniggered and looked on, hoping somebody would get hurt...... seriously.
All of a sudden, as though in answer to WinterSoldier's prayers a Chevy camaro collided with SugarPuffPants, sending the blue skinned madman along with his victims tumbling like bowling pins all over the Forum grounds. SPP, ever more annoyed burst, obscenities and vulgarities spewed forth from his mouth.
Chapter ONE Dawn of The Tyrone
It was nearly halfway into the year 2010, the darkness of the moonlit sky paled in comparison to the melancholy expressed the face of Boonsake, wiping the last trace of the cheeky innocence normally radiating from his face.
He was dumped.
It came as a total shock for him. I mean, even gay fags flocked to him once in a while. But this time was totally different.
I have to admit, the fragile heart of Boonsake was easily captured by the aspect of love of that sig. of his target.
Not only did he have to make the first move to approach him, but this was the first time when he realised that a STOMPer never even bothered to put on an avatar!
Without a face to direct his words to, he tried the basics of introduction.
"What's your name?"
"IAmTyrone."
"Hi, Tyrone..." chirped Boonsake, "do you wanna make a..."
The answer to his usual question of having some 'coffee' came in doubleslaps.
"NO! IAmTyrone!" boomed IAmTyrone. Obviously enraged at the misunderstanding, IAmTyrone decided that the puppy Boonsake was just a total jerk. With a twist of his ankle, he jabbed the sole of his spiked shoes into the abdominal region of Boonsake, sending the puppy and his broken heart flying into the echoes of the loveless, cruel atmosphere.
Surprisingly, that was the first encounter where Boonsake had an unexpected taste of a 'first love' rejection. At a tender age of thirteen then, IAmTyrone had him going crazy, and he was starstruck. The thought of the faceless one woke him up daily, ain't need no Starbucks.
This, was the dawn of the (IAm)Tyrone.
He was dumped.
It came as a total shock for him. I mean, even gay fags flocked to him once in a while. But this time was totally different.
I have to admit, the fragile heart of Boonsake was easily captured by the aspect of love of that sig. of his target.
Not only did he have to make the first move to approach him, but this was the first time when he realised that a STOMPer never even bothered to put on an avatar!
Without a face to direct his words to, he tried the basics of introduction.
"What's your name?"
"IAmTyrone."
"Hi, Tyrone..." chirped Boonsake, "do you wanna make a..."
The answer to his usual question of having some 'coffee' came in doubleslaps.
"NO! IAmTyrone!" boomed IAmTyrone. Obviously enraged at the misunderstanding, IAmTyrone decided that the puppy Boonsake was just a total jerk. With a twist of his ankle, he jabbed the sole of his spiked shoes into the abdominal region of Boonsake, sending the puppy and his broken heart flying into the echoes of the loveless, cruel atmosphere.
Surprisingly, that was the first encounter where Boonsake had an unexpected taste of a 'first love' rejection. At a tender age of thirteen then, IAmTyrone had him going crazy, and he was starstruck. The thought of the faceless one woke him up daily, ain't need no Starbucks.
This, was the dawn of the (IAm)Tyrone.
Prologue
Boonsake.
The mention of that name strikes warmth in every heart. With that tingling sensation etched in our minds, we always know that there will be someone to rely on in our troubles...
Troubles to buy which brand of condoms of course.
"Durex LAH! Got strawberry flavour! Can mix with Mcflurry some more!"
This is Boonsake. Slightly exceeding 3000 posts, he strides around the virtual arena of heated debates with the rank of SUPER STOMPer pinned upon the back of his torn singlet, unwary of the potential troubles that a slight comment of his can generate.
He was always creating threads that ignite and stir up heated discussions, usually with a suggestive meaning behind them. That was until he encountered GhostRider, his duplicate nemesis.
The sunlight shone its light as the fiery skull of GhostRider burned bright. As he clutched the blade in his hands, we know that the life of that spectacled puppy called Boonsake will never be the same again.
The mention of that name strikes warmth in every heart. With that tingling sensation etched in our minds, we always know that there will be someone to rely on in our troubles...
Troubles to buy which brand of condoms of course.
"Durex LAH! Got strawberry flavour! Can mix with Mcflurry some more!"
This is Boonsake. Slightly exceeding 3000 posts, he strides around the virtual arena of heated debates with the rank of SUPER STOMPer pinned upon the back of his torn singlet, unwary of the potential troubles that a slight comment of his can generate.
He was always creating threads that ignite and stir up heated discussions, usually with a suggestive meaning behind them. That was until he encountered GhostRider, his duplicate nemesis.
The sunlight shone its light as the fiery skull of GhostRider burned bright. As he clutched the blade in his hands, we know that the life of that spectacled puppy called Boonsake will never be the same again.
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