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🍍: hey bud what's the password?!?

🦾; let me in

🍍: nope not unless I hear that password

🦾: ugh....warm ginger ale during a Boston blizzard

🍍: checks out. *unlocks door opening it to welcome Kevin in* first rule of the club, you don't talk about the club outside the club. Rule 2 unless you show those benjamins, no touching. And rule 3, as long as you don't see anything we don't see anything. Comprende?

🦾: sir this is a desolated Biggy Mart.

#heroes die #out of thought #heroes die: m sides #kevin xanders #everdread

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Little Timmy: ... Colgate toothpaste commercials, I cameoed on a Limp Bizkit music video, that wasnt really my best of times. But yeah no yeah, Calvin and I go a long way back. Believe his first film he was with me was a little comedy known as "Little man, Big plan." Ah, lotsa back and forth in the writers room, two directors quit. You know who wanted to be on that? Michael j Anderson. He didn't even need to duck to dodge that bullet, and I sure as hell took a bullet for him. But Calvin and I were very chemetic... Like you know we both knew each other beforehand or whatever but we stuck together like glue.

Interviewer: is that why you've been in five films with him five times?

Little Timmy: well it's really not like a got much on my plate really. I mean you've seen my act, Lieutenant Magnum is like one of the best characters of the series. You know second to Joey Explosion.

Calvin Lawson: it's it's more than just parody here. I mean when's the last time you've seen an action packed movie filled with explosions, and instead as for irony it's played straight? This generation needs a movie like die hard, and no one that's supposed to be played as a joke. Straight to the point hard ass action for men.

Interviewer: and I'm hearing in this new installment there's some new changes to it.

Calvin Lawson: if you've geard any of those rumors they are bullshit. We're not taking any twists, psychological horror, or any of that drama BS. The only thing different is it's run time.

Interviewer: well I hate to be a sourpuss but the whole script for "Joey Explosion 5: Deplore The Implode", out theaters on June 1st, but there's a magnificent scene where Joey Explosion actually takes off his sunglasses is that true?

Calvin Lawson: ... No that's not supposed to happen, I mean we haven't shot any scenes so far but.... No because of my hyper sensitivity to light...

Little Timmy: I like I said it's a, you know writer's room is always throwing ideas everywhere, would be surprised of this was AI generated. No no the script the script is always the draft when we shoot things on site it's always you know we changing the script the line. I mean hell "I'm going to shit down your rug", that long run in catchphrase of Joey explosion was done on the spot, we roll with all those sort of punches.

Interviewer: well, if there's any more questions I could-

Calvin and Little Timmy, and unison: this interview is over.

Little Timmy: listen buddy I'm sorry about the fucking script man, I must've missed that part out when I was skimming through this whole thing. 400 pages for this movie dude, I swear it's triple space.

Calvin Lawson: does it even matter anymore? "My eyes are hypersensitive to the sun." Like you realize how gay that sounds?

Little timmy: it's going to break the most ultimate rule in the the ToJ code book if your identity got out, you want to go back doin your quotas 10 times a week during film season?

Calvin Lawson: oh yeah sure, and the only damn reason why you wanted the sidekick gig is to avoid those damn quotas.

Little Timmy: yeah you know what any little person isn't unique about? Facial shapeshiftin, that is. Ain't no way I'm going to be wearing a fancy gowl when it could be out there on the set. Now listen I'll talk to the director about this maybe they'll cut the scene out, but unless we think about something I think we're going to be on thin ice that's about to crack.

Calvin Lawson: hey not bad line.

Little Timmy: Calvin for real, if we don't got ourselves a real alibi, the sure as hell will be the last Joey Explosion movie.

#creating writer writing #heroes die #out of thought #comic book style #Syfy #Syfy spell like sci-fi #okay why would you do that #sci-fi #there we go

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In the unnamed county to be known as The Land Of Gold; before King Virdin II claimed it from the Wyrmfolk, before the Wyrmfolk resided in the land, before The Battle of the Southern Isles, the land was roamed between men and a grand tribe of lion-men. They would be known as the Lynnka.

Men and Lynnks tolerated each one another, however the Lynnka overpopulous have driven them to conquer the land of man for their own gain. Thus started a war between the two beings.

Time passes the battles fought violently and long. However the men have driven the Lynnka to a certain statemate, due to both parties losing too many souls.

The Lynnka take refuge to subterranean caves, even sliding through the narrow cracks of the dark paths. They then found an ancient ruin, of an unknown tribe, perhaps speculated to be disciples of the High Gods.

With much travel and investigation, the Lynnka discover these arcane tools. With much study and experimentation, these tools were made to travel these caves easier as if they were mining tools. Rings of gold, chaining to these slab shaped contraptions, emitting powerful strikes. Bringing permanent illumination upon these areas. Even the most intelligent of the Lynkka realize this source of communication through these slabs.

Much time passes, the Lynkka subduely claim their subterrorian adobe, peace away of the humans and hoping not to bring more unnecessary battle between the parties.

Time passes as they take asylum, they realize a famine crisis will come as their crops have failed to grow in the underground land. The last resort is to return to the surface, fear in the humans for battle.

However, the tribe find of the old land of gold to be in complete disarray. Ones were peaceful cities now in ruin, who did in blood and corpses of these giant creatures. These will be known as the predecessors of Wyrmfolk, gigantic worms feasting on the bodies of the humans.

The Lynnka return to the surface with their arcane tools, you have to worry about this sort of situation happening again. The chieftian has ordered another refuge away from the old land of gold, as they soon sail to North. To the original land. The land known to be as the olden land.

The boats sail the seas, and end up in the olden lands. Lynnka fear the humans to retaliation. However, not many of the humans know about the Lynnka. In fact, they have seen them as saviors as they are in dire need in the olden lands.

Thus enters the king of the olden land, the one that would be known to be as surpassing the high gods, and one that marked the history of Virdin's ways. King Rygar sees audience of the Lynnka.

King Rygar and the chieftain converse. Rygar remembers the battles of the old the land of gold, yet sees a truce between the two parties, as the Violent Winds of the Southern Isles have concerned the people of the olden land, that may soon consume the Lynnka if they would soon follow.

The unnamed chiefian does agree in alliance, but in return, to know what happened of the old land of gold and also reclaim that land for themselves, in return of full support of Lynnka and these battles of the Southern isles.

As Lord Grag has scuffed the history in his petty malicious way, and even of his maddening examinations of the Lynnka, not even he knows about the true nature off these battles. The true word has said that King Rygar, along the side of his loyal subjects, fighting by the side of power Lynnka warriors armed with these arcane tools, to drive the wicked forces of the Southern isles out. It's at seems that no one would ever speak of those that were fought in those isles, what resided in the deep trees, not a soul would ever speak of what they have found.

After the battles rage in a powerful tide, the two parties of once fought each other for fighting together to fully eradicate the Southern isles, and as the battles simmer down, they form a true bond and alliance between men and Lynnka.

A celebration was made, reminiscent of the Ceremony of the Emerald Moon, the two parties sing songs of the glory, trading upon their own cultures, drinking to near death even.

The ceremony rages on, the two leaders talk over drink. Rygar explains what happened in the old land of gold. After moments of the lion folk self exile themselves to the land of caves, massive worms stir to crawl from the grounds. Eating everything that they see. This all happened in a very chaotic moments, as of by a second they just appeared and consumed what they have seen. A few of the old gold land Kingdom have mercifully escaped the wrath of these worms, and taking a refuge of the olden land. Rygar was just a young man of that age, but stayed loyal to the kingdom of its name the Lord Grag not even knows. The true word has been said, that Rygar's crossbow proficiency have gained eye of the soldiers of the Kingdom, and very quickly became a close warrior of the kingdom of the land. Eventually, he and the princess of the time have fallen in love with each other, and through the olden King's approval and of his death, Rygar was crowned a king of the olden land. Revealing to be a dozen lunar cycles since the moment the Lynnka returned to the surface.

In this grand moment, Rygar and the Lynnka chieftain become powerful and relatable for allies, they're known to be as brothers. Lynnka do not carry a name, but the chieftain and loving tribute names himself of his brother of arms; Ligar.

Time passes after the grand ceremony, the Ligar and the Lynnka return to the old land of gold, leaving behind a few of those who stay in the olden lands. They claim their newfound home of the land. They rebuild the ruined country for their own liking, and the cave that they once reside of fear, became their holy ground, a grand source of the arcane tools that they have found, and even constructed massive statues over their ally, Rygar, in tribute.

Time passes in the olden land, as king rygar grows old in this peace, the Lynnka the reside in the olden land have received troubling thoughts, as Lynnka have a flow of consciousness through each other, a request the Old King Rygar to receive aide returning to the old land of gold and find out what's amiss.

Rygar agrees this audience of aide, and even insist coming along to meet his old friend Ligar. He assured to come back, as he leaves his high chancellor Soria Virdin to lead the olden land in his absence.

The ship sails on sunrise, even spotting a majestical rainbow soaring through the sky. Like a blessing.

Time passes.

No return.

Time passes.

Soria gives birth to Arkinias Sordia Virdin the First.

#bastard master lore #thought this up in a high state #creative writing #out of thought #dark fantasy

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you know what? i do. thank you for pointing that out

#lord grag when he conquers the land of gold under king virdin iii's “regime”

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🍍: Can't believe I've lost em...all for this. *Slams Black Box on the table, the clutter hops up and back from the inpact.*

🦾: What'll happen now?

🍍: The Klaws will figure that out....Pavel..agh he told us this was supposed to be for their boss but...guess it's ours now. $500,000 worth inside... we'll uh split it if we find a buyer, 50/50.

🦾: Larson's design, but I know how to crack it. Mind if I have the honors?

🍍: ....knock yourself out.

🦾: *Tinkers the Black Box with tools, sparks fly from its power supply indicated the security and lock. Kevin opens the Black Box like a book, a gold light shines through.* What...the hell is this?

🍍: Hey, wait a minute! This is ¡¡¡ CERVEZA CRISTAL !!!

#heroes die: m sides #kevin xanders #everdread #CERVEZA CRISTAL

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science

#heroes die #Samantha Walker #inspo

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Have you guys seen the golden cow its pretty cool. probably even cooler than God

#this was burger rpg lore #a dead dream 😔

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*i slay the basilisk with one quick slice of my ancient blade* grrr... haahhhhh....

*the big tittied bitches running toward me* omggg you saved us!! omg- *i slay them as well*

#Bastard master lore

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#arsonic when green thunder criticizes the ToJ

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To control a Tower of weaponized mechanics, looming over buildings, against All odds still standing despite the fallout, it is the stuff of dreams. They took it away from us. Thought I had the plans Prints the schematics and everything, just junk data. That was it that was my one fucking ticket to make that good money.

I watched it move before my own eyes.

I want to make that happen.

#heroes die #out of thought

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My eyes are fluttering

Ringing through my ears

A computer fan is sputtering

From all of it's useless years

Slump on a stump i call a bed

The Sea of plastic surrounds me

With cans going from green to red

This once was the place to be

The Mind Is A Terrible Thing

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The Mind Is A Terrible Thing

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Born Under The Emerald Moon Receive Balance And Grand Importance In Life

Born Under The Sapphire Crescent Are One With The World, Rooted In It's Seeds And Unquenched Knowledge

Born Under The Amethyst Half Would Be Chained To A Pillar Overnight, If Survied Become The Mightiest Fighters

Born Under The Ruby Slant Sing In Harmony Of The Winds, Giving Beauty And Wonder Of The Arts

Born Under The Moon.

The moon has not turned gray in centuries.

the end of times will come if it will.

#bastard master lore

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Where i keep my ink thoughts

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#something Everdread would do #tied in the back of his van #driving 55 down the road

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#hhhh #the meet up #kev and ev with the crew to debrief the black box heist #“looters played fort with the shelves” #“back around surge protests happened” #“if anyone's thinking out the ordinary its someone trying to make this a minimall”

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=At the drive way of the house where the situation is being taken place, Thy Neon Viking fully suited up, gets into his run down station wagon with a mistached door. The shoulder pads bonk on the window, the fit is tight, he struggles to even get his butt on the seat from the scuffle, trying to get away from the green suited hero coming his way. His fists hit each other, emitting short shocks, flaring little bits fry out in the air as he approaches to the oversized barbarian=

🪓: Shit shit shit, come on! =Thy Neon Viking turns his key in the ingition as the vehicle refuses to even go off.= Come on! New battery and everything!

⚡: Hey man let me help you with that.

=Out of a moment a bright blue flash blares from the driver's seat. What once was a mighty warrior covered in deep blue sapphire became a ginger neckbeard with an Iron Maiden tank top and a pair of boxers under the belt, with a burly yet strong figure. The look on the former viking went from scared to shitless with the suit of green armor coming for him.=

🪓: AYYYE! Yeah of course...right at the worst moment too.

⚡: The hell was all of that?

🪓: Would it matter? At this rate I'm finished...do what you must...

⚡: Well....okay then. = Gets in postion infront of the station wagon = Pop her open, I'll jump start for ya.

=Thy neon viking takes this to a mild confusion=

🪓: I'm...i beg your pardon?

⚡: Hey I know I'm a hero and all but no harm no foul. If he did get ate up by those buggers then sure, take that TV. I've done my fair share of it.

🪓: Huh...so you're really not from the Trinity of Justice after all? =Pops the hood open as Green Thunder makes some sparks onto the drained car battery= Honestly when I saw that iron you're wearing, I thought you were one of the big boys. Or you knew me. Aye a long story to be told. =starts the car up as it works.= Just don't know why you'd even help me after I socked ya.

⚡: Heroes Code, we're all in this together. Even if they're a bit..skeevy.

🪓: You got principles, huh? Mind the pun but you're looking too green to play the honesty card...what's your game?

⚡: Okay I can't afford the Uber to take the way back. Hoping you could give me a lift back to the city before a Trinity Agent comes by, or worse badges.

🪓: =rolls his eyes= Why the hell not, get in. =The Green Thunder tries to go into the passanger seat. = Ahh you might want to take the back seat. Butt seat on that got torn off unless you like cold framing on your thighs. =Viking points to the seat where there's just nothing but the framing of the seat with what looks like cups of Sally's full the buttless void=

=The Green Thunder gets into the backseat and it's not any more better than the seatless passanger side. The floor is littered with Taco Baco bags and empty cans of beer, the battleaxe is taking up the right seat and the smell of burnt ashes musk up the whole car. The Widescreen TV klepted from the situation is sitting so finely at the roomy back trunk along with a de-stringed Steinberger bass guitar. Stolen or not, it's not the place for an insturument. The vehcile backs out of the drive way with the sound of a screeching rudder as it turns, and drives off into the city of Riverstone, Massachusetts. Yards behind them, swarms of police interceptors, a firetruck and ambulances comeby to the house of the situation. The Viking peers at his rear view mirror and sighs in refielf*

🪓: Good mind...Riverstone cops take no shit if they saw me getting out of that one,

⚡: =taking off his helmet-visor combo= They'll treat us the same, always looking for the right time catch a real bad guy. Don't know how they'll react to those bugs or whatever you're on about.

🪓: You said you're from Riverstone? I got a place over there, maybe we could trade origin stories over some nachoes and a few cold ones.

⚡: Well...if you're up to it I guess I wouldn't mind.

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Fly It High

*After failing to enter the front door of the household of Caleb Ramos, where a TOJ Code Orange threat is taken place, Green Thunder tries the backdoor by going over the stone molded fence to the pool, to which he falls flat on his ass.*

⚡: AH DAMN! Augh...walk it off, boy. Walk it....huh.

*Green Thunder notices the pool needed some cleaning work, as weird pale creatures are surfaced on the pool, looking like veiny worms with dozens of legs, all of them not moving. GT gets up to investigate the pile of odd bodies, even getting a pool net and foolishly pokes at them.*

⚡: Well whatever the hell happened...damn seemed like an agent already got here. The hell are these th-

*In a smashing instance, a window from the second story breaks through with a worm creature plopped on the floor. In a moment it scurries it's little legs around, finding it's footing as Green Thunder is taking it lightly*

⚡: EUGH what the FUCK! The HELL is that goddamn thing!? No no no, I'm out, I'm-

*In a second instance, a man donning a bright shining blue armor jumps out of the window and lands right on his feet next to the crawling creature. Green Thunder backs up as the man swings a battle axe glowing with green and blue neon lights onto the floor, slicing the creature in half, all the while he gutturally screams in a thick Gaelic accent. As he kicks the pieces off to the pool, he looks up and notices the man in the green suit piece of tech, scared shitless.*

🪓: This doesn't concern you, false knight! Go back to your little cave.

⚡: Whoa okay. Time out, time out. =doing the time out gesture= Hold up, what the hell, what's going on? What happened here?

🪓: Star Spawns happened.

⚡: What?

🪓: =points battle axe to the pile of bodies soaking in the chloride dyed pool= Least I remind you of the Ancient's ways, corrupted by the master, where meteor showers or aurora borealis happen, the stars fall upon the Earth. You're lucky enough I showed up, otherwise your Trinity of Justice would have to keep them alive before they turn into worse beings.

⚡: =squats down eyeing the monsters= They look like the XenoQueen got it on with the Eraserhead baby...well you know when it was grown up and uh...well anyways if it will make you feel better I'm not with the ToJ. I'm on my own here, and I'd have to assume you are too?

🪓: I'm different from you, wandering warrior.

⚡: Right well I bet you heard about a Code Orange Threat here. Caleb Ramos, a professor from Riverstone University. Advanced biology but toyed around with making house flies the literal size of houses some dozen years ago. What made you so special that you happened by the area?

🪓: Fool that you are to misunderstand what's going on. If I may properly introduce myself, I am the combined son of Odin and Zeus. I was chosen by the true Heirs of the Ancients to protect the planet from The Master's plan to corrupt you beings much like he did with the Ancients. Wielding the Axe of All Knowns, Armor of the Southern Isles and power gifted from the True Heirs to undo the Master's plan, I am Thy Neon Viking!

*A breif pause happens as Green Thunder has to collect what this cosplayer has ranted in the past minute*

⚡: So...where's Caleb?

*Thy Neon Viking points his axe once again to the pile of bodies, especially to one where it's belly looks full.*

⚡: =Shakes head= Okay, I don't know what kind of nut job thing you got goin' on pal, but right now we got anomalies in the pool, an MIA civilian and by any moment an actual agent is gonna come by and for our sakes, pin this on the both of us. You and I gotta zip.

🪓: In a moment. =Turns around to the glass sided back door= There maybe some more Star Spawns. I'll hold them off back, you can just go.

⚡: You know I kind of realize something....out there in the drive way there was a station wagon. Looked pretty gritty, with a mismatched door. With a big screen TV at the back. =Looks over Neon Viking's shoulder, peering through the glass door to see a pretty bad scuffle. Tossed chairs, weird black goo on the walls, a nice clean outline where a TV would be hanging on the wall= So what's going on?

🪓: Hey like I said, Viking business. Okay so what, I broke the screen. You know what they say...uh...always recyle!

⚡: Buddy....=takes a big whiff= yeah that's skunk weed al-

*In a flashed moment Neon Viking jabs his fist to Green Thunder's stomach, whereas he holds onto the impact, putting his legs together and falls right by the poolside. Groaning in pain, Neon Viking runs right out to the door, smashes right through the glass door and goes through the spacious fancy household with his battle axe grinding through the floor, more like he's dragging it behind.*

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#heroes die #reblog continuation