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Post by Monster Master on Mar 12, 2007 16:09:58 GMT -5
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Post by HyperGFreak on Mar 13, 2007 9:19:15 GMT -5
The innocent people screamed, howled, and fled whimpering as a giant, honking, clown came from the sky and rampaged around on what was essentially a giant massacre. Many children who survived this, if any would, would suddenly develop a somewhat severe paranoia for circuses and those evil little creeps with the grins. Or McDonalds. That too.
However, the clown is soon to be intercepted on his path of whoop-ass, as the ground bulges up. The cement at the epicenter cracks and is thrown aside, as a monolithic head smashes out of the ground, writhing and jerking. Cars shatter; people are thrown.
On a cliff on the outskirts of Paris, a French artist stares in shock, then screams “MON DIEU!” at the sight of the incoming kaiju before falling over a dead faint.
Rakkaden, the insectoid destroyer, seems to literally rise out of the earth, his legs churning to propel him higher and higher, until he finally leaps out of the earth and lands with a crash before the Great Milenko. His maw opens; a shriek, long and piercing, vibrates the eardrums of those around. His claw hand clacking, Rakkaden points his blade at Milenko’s chest and looks down, albeit a bit contemptuously, at this figure. He was ready to destroy this thing.
And he had the strange feeling that he and this foe were just pawns in the combat of two higher figures, who had somehow combated each other before...
(Are ya ready? Let’s make this one ever bloodier than last time. Heh heh heh...)
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Post by Inferno Rodan on Mar 13, 2007 13:12:52 GMT -5
Gwangi teleports into the general area and roars, demanding the bloodshed commence.
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Post by Monster Master on Mar 13, 2007 14:15:41 GMT -5
The Great Molenko continues his menacing laughter and leaps back, landing on his hands before falling back onto his feet. One leg stretched out as the comedic kaiju turns, both of his hands reaching into his pant pockets. The insect kaiju, confused by the movement, stood still. As the clown twirled, several cards were pulled out of his trousers.
The demonic clown laughted once again.
"PICK A CARD!" He shouted in glee. "ANY CARD. OR ALL CARDS!"
At once, with one flick of a hand, the razor like weapons were launched from his hands. Twelve cards stabbed into the creature's exoskeleton, a green goo dripping out. As the monstrous bug stumbled back, the entity pulled out several fireworks from his endless-void that are known as pockets. With another flick, several of the explosives were hurled at the kaiju, the fireworks spiraling, twisting, and rolling (in the air) as if balls.
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Post by HyperGFreak on Mar 15, 2007 9:27:54 GMT -5
(...sorry, man. Ya had your chance. I’ll let ya tear down the Louvre, the monuments, whatever the hell is supposed to be in Paris, but I’ve just gotta bring down the Eiffel Tower myself.)
Rakkaden screams in inhuman fury, the cards easily passing through his exoskeleton to shred blood vessels within. His blood, adapted specially for colder climates, splurts out and over the sharp blades, causing them turn stiff and brittle in seconds. Moments later, the cards freeze over and shatter, the openings they have made rapidly covered with layers of ice.
But then the explosive assault smashes into Rakkaden, throwing the massive insect backwards with earth-shaking results. Insects are never very good at righting themselves, and Rakkaden, sparks still showering from his armor, isn’t an exception.
Despite that, he is infuriated, particularly by the annoying noises the Great Molenko is making at random intervals. Scrabbling until Molenko is between him and the famous Eiffel Tower, his abdomen thrusts itself forwards, and from its tip, three silken strands shoot forth. These wrap themselves and splay over the upper half of the monument.
Then, using them as anchors to right himself, Rakkaden pulls. The Eiffel Tower weighs over 7000 tons and is over 300 meters tall, and even the upper half of that, torn directly off by the silk, is going to go pretty damn fast, especially when aided by gravity and inertia.
The Eiffel Tower’s tip stabs directly into the back of Molenko’s head, knocking the clown, face-first, onto the cement and dragging him along for quite a while, blood spraying everywhere. That being done, Rakkaden severs his silk and weaves his way up to the clown, before raising his closed claw and beginning to hammer the tower top deeper into Molenko, like one drives a nail into wood...
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Post by Monster Master on Mar 15, 2007 9:51:05 GMT -5
The Great Milenko honks in demonic laughter as he reaches into hos pocket, pulling out a handful of pink, sparkling sand. The clown, while face down, rolls over, tossing the sand at the tower. The tower glows and vanishes in midair, and some seconds later, a loud crash is heard about 350 meters away, the tower being reduced to twisted steel.
The demonic entity hoots and yells as he jumps up, reaching into his pocket. His free hand comes up and goes to his lips, a 'shhhh' coming from his closed mouth. The hand pulls up and throws what appears to be a long, blue balloon to the ground.
The insect bellows in fury and charges forward, and as it does, the balloon began to expand and grow. More balloons came out from its underside, another from its rear, and the head of the demonic balloon dog formed. It appeared harmless and wagged its tail before chasing it, but when the insect took another step, the balloon dog leaped in surprise. It howled out, razor like claws emerging from its rubber like feet, and maw parted, showing a row of deadly teeth.
The dog barked and leaped into the air, stabbing the monstrous bug with its claws as its jaws ripped at the creature's chest. The Great Milenko leaned back on one leg, the other stretched out as he laughed. The dog's jaws clamped around the bug's shoulder, ripping off another chunk of its flesh as its freezing blood began to coat its maw and feet. A minute went by, and the dog let out a yelp as its body popped, shreds of balloon falling to the ground.
"WHOOPS!" The clown demon stated, reaching into his pocket for a new toy.
The insect leaped back once seeing this, but wasn't prepared at what happened next, dozens of spikes firing from its shoes.
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Post by HyperGFreak on Mar 16, 2007 9:14:46 GMT -5
(Ya gotta tell me – is he Milenko or Molenko? I’m getting confused between this topic and his topic...and, on the body part destruction rule, Milenko’s clothes don’t count for that, do they? Simply because if they don’t, he’ll probably be running around naked for the end of the battle...)
A rather large gash missing from its shoulder, Rakkaden roars in anguish and fury as the spikes rocket towards him. But, even as this occurs, he still has several tricks up his own proverbial sleeve, so to speak, that he’s more than willing to unleash upon this demented clown.
Flinging his disgusting head back and letting out a long scream, the insect draws in a deep breath then turns, craning his head as he unleashes a stream of mist. However, as this bluish gas meets the oncoming spikes, the latter starts to disintegrate, turning to dust in seconds as the devastating breath works its magic.
But Rakkaden isn’t yet done. Now, lifting up his head, he weaves it up and down, holding out for a good two or three seconds or so as he blasts away into Milenko’s head and torso. The result is relatively instantaneous; it dissolves through his close and rapidly eats through his flesh, his wonky nose, and pretty much everything else it touches, continuing in to thing blood vessels and allowing their precious payload out.
The demon clown’s noises turn into screams of pain, his eyes tearing rapidly and blood seeping through a bevy of new holes in his entire upper body. But Rakkaden isn’t about to let this advantage leave him. Wary of those accursed pockets, he charges, and clamping his claw around the clown’s hands to disable them, he draws back his blade and lifts his foe high off the earth. And, as the latter starts to crackle with energy, he prepares to ram it through Milenko’s neck...
(Oh, yeah, small warning – I might be gone until Sunday night. Just in advance.)
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Post by Monster Master on Mar 17, 2007 21:11:40 GMT -5
(Milenko, Molenko, either can be used. As for clothes, meh. While I wouldn't count them as limbs, I'd refrain from removing them completely. Aside from rips and tears, nobody wants to fight a naked clown, and many of his weapons are stored in them.)
As the insect prepares to strike again, the demonic clown's body vanishes in a poof of purple smoke. The monstrous bug stands up and looks around, only to get a firm bitch slap from an empty pair of white gloves. The second glove comes up under the creature's maw, striking an uppercut in the throat. Rakkaden screeches in anger and stumbles back, just as the other plants a shot in its gut. The exoskeleton sparks at every shot, and some places crack as a fury of punches start to cover its body.
After several minutes, the glove fly back into the air and zoom back onto Milenko's demonic hands. The clown giggles and reaches into his pocket, throwing more fireworks at the bug.
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Post by HyperGFreak on Mar 19, 2007 9:31:22 GMT -5
However, as the fireworks rush towards, Rakkaden, the insect, tired of being constantly assailed by random projectiles, lifts up his claw and blade, charging them with energy as he goes. Then he clashes them together and holds that position, with a clinking noise. Energy reverberates forth, creating a protective pulse before him that the fireworks harmlessly explode on.
Then, annoyed, Rakkaden lowers his blade, yet keeps his other appendage up. A ball of energy, glimmering, crackling, sparking, coalesces in his claw, the limb widening as the orb charges with power. With a surprising burst of speed, Rakkaden whips around and sends a concentrated stream of highly explosive force into Milenko.
The bolt explodes on contact, but continues to push the clown backwards, exploding for every second it touches him, white sparks and sonic waves leaving his form as he is blasted higher into the sky over Paris. Finally, Rakkaden closes his claw, and the beam ends itself, but not before one last resulting boom that engulfs the figure.
Then Milenko plummets back to earth, crashing down in a small residential area and crashing them under his steaming ass. His clothes in the middle of his chest are scorched and burnt, and an oozing, reddish, blackish, semi-cauterized wound covers most of his torso.
As blood sloshes out of this, Rakkaden strides up, whips of silk conjoining on his butt. Then he turns around, lifts up his abdomen, and slashes downwards...
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Post by Monster Master on Mar 19, 2007 15:46:08 GMT -5
Enraged, the demonic clown roles to the side, dodging the attack and leaving the blade to simple impale the rubble. Milenko leaps up, seemingly oblivious to the damage in his chest, but come on, he's a demon.
The clown starts to laugh as it starts to leap about on each foot like a monkey, mocking the insect. The demon laughs again, and in a flash of light, two balloons, one in each hand, form. The bug jumps back, expecting them to be thrown, but instead, the Great Milenko charges forward, slamming the weapons against his hide many times.
The monster falls back as the pummeling continues, his armor giving way as the deadly balloons do their work against him. The clown laughs and then leaps into the air, throwing the balloons back down, his intent being to have them pop as soon as they reach the bug.
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Post by HyperGFreak on Mar 20, 2007 9:32:10 GMT -5
All this time, Rakkaden has been spooling more thread into the blade coming out of his ass. Much more thread. Making the sword pretty damn long. Suddenly, suspicious of the balloons, he whips around and lifts his abdomen, slashing through the orbs.
They pop, but the light does not afflict Rakkaden, due to the fact that he is facing in the other direction. However, he lets out a furious shriek as the acid splatters over his exoskeleton, beginning to eat through it. Whipping the blade up even higher, where it can reach even the airborne Milenko, Rakkaden stabs it deep into the clown’s shin, before slashing up through the torso and out the opposite shoulder. To make the maneuver complete, the blade spins around the clown’s head and gouges through the opposite shoulder and opposite shin, making a devastating x-shaped cut in Milenko.
Blood sprays everywhere, and Rakkaden drops his gory blade, bringing the cut Milenko down with it. Then he stabs it into the earth and lashes sideways, bringing it coming towards the clown, who still jerks and splurts blood from his frame...
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Post by Monster Master on Mar 20, 2007 9:43:56 GMT -5
Milenko, despite even that attack, continued his laughter, it was if the more blood, the funnier, at least for the demonic entity, even if the ichor was his own. The clown continued to fall, his hands reaching into his pockets for various things. As the clown falls, he pulls his hand out, with it, a handful of powder.
As the clown descended, he tossed the magic dust at the insect, the beast vanishing within it before reforming in the same area... but reversed. His ass was facing the other direction, and his head was lowered.
Seeing his chance, Milenko stretched out his foot as he fell, the clown's own body being forced down by gravity. Before the bug could reposition himself, the clown's foot collided with his face, the shoe crushing his head between the heel and the paved streets. The clown bellowed in laughter and stepped up, placing all his weight on the other leg as he jumped on Rakkaden's back and back-flipped off its body.
The insect's head rose, streams of blood dripping from its maw. As the monster vented in anger, the clown laughed and began to spray acidic water from its flower.
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Post by HyperGFreak on Mar 23, 2007 23:23:57 GMT -5
Rakkaden’s shield is up, starting to form, but too late this time around. Acid splatters over his raised limbs, eating smoking holes into the insect’s armor. Now thoroughly annoyed, Rakkaden starts to clamber forwards, snapping his head back into position and facing the clown. Milenko, however, has finally made a mistake – namely, having started a physical assault and remaining somewhat within reach of Rakkaden.
His stomach cavity showing a surprisingly long reach, Rakkaden screams as his organ unfurls itself, the membrane reaching out to plaster, skin tight, over Milenko’s head. Then, with the demon’s limbs flailing, it retracts, pulling Milenko back up to Rakkaden’s chest and submerging his entire face and head in stomach acids.
Rakkaden waits for his victim’s struggles to subside, but they don’t, and the insect jerks in agony for a good half a minute or so as the clown tries to extricate himself from the hellish realm of the digestive system. Finally, sick of this, Rakkaden expels the clown, as well as the contents of his stomach (in the form of a yellowish goo) out, sending both skidding down a Paris street and into a cluster of buildings.
Milenko’s face is a hideous mess, steaming and having been submerged in powerful corrosives for a while. More yellow liquid seeps down his neck, eating away at him, and Rakkaden is pretty damn sure that he can see some things that resemble bone in that face. While somewhat light-headed from doing what amounted to a modified vomit, the insect summons an energy whip, cracks it back, and swings across the ground at the clown...
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Post by Monster Master on Mar 24, 2007 16:05:05 GMT -5
The clown actually giggles as he watches the whip come, the deadly attack hitting his back, a stream of black fluid showering the ruins of a structure behind him. A second whip, and then a third strike his form, but on the fourth, the demon's body vanishes in a poof of smoke.
The insect is somewhat prepared, but the clown isn't anywhere within site. The creature clicks and then bellows in victory, and turns around. A cloud of smoke appears behind him, and then Milenko, several cards in hand.
The clown lifts his hands, slamming the razor like weapons deep into the insect's body before slashing away with others. One in each shoulder, a few in the gut, another in the throat, one between the eyes, etc. The clown jumps back, flipping on his hands and feet before barrel-rolling to a stop. The clown lashes out, tossing several more cards at the mutant.
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Post by HyperGFreak on Mar 24, 2007 22:44:47 GMT -5
Rakkaden is now truly and utterly annoyed at this completely inverted, perverse, and, to be blunt, insane demon clown who somehow appeared ignorant of deadly wounds. Well, he would soon remedy that.
His legs scrabbling at the earth, Rakkaden suddenly and surprisingly appears to sink into the earth, aiming a blast of his breath at the incoming assault to disintegrate them. While this unfortunately does not reach the clown, Rakkaden is unperturbed. One claw opens, allowing an orb of energy to coalesce and start charging with force. Sinking below the earth, he starts to head through the dirt beneath Paris, with only the energy orb for light. But, used as he is to the terrain beneath the ground, the aid is unessential.
He can hear the vibrations of the psychopathic clown’s gyrations and giggles passing through the earth. With what amounts to a kaiju sneer, Rakkaden traces these down, then rises from the ground beneath Milenko. The clown looks down and starts to either evade or retaliate, but too late – Rakkaden’s claw, fully charged, and emitting a blinding light, reaches up and clamps down on the nearest thing. Namely, Milenko’s relative crotch area.
Now, with dirt pouring from his armor, Rakkaden hefts Milenko, light skittering out from his claw and the clown’s clothing. A stench of burning flesh fills the air, and the area of Milenko’s clothing starts to catch fire.
Then the orb of energy is unleashed and detonated firmly within Rakkaden’s claw. There is a muffled explosion, and Milenko jerks, but Rakkaden is apparently resistant to his own force and his claw merely becomes scorched. Now relinquishing his grasp, the true extent of the damage is revealed; Milenko’s crotch, inner thighs, and lower stomach have all been burnt black, and chunks of flesh shower down, along with some blood, hopefully revealing that the clown has just been castrated.
Willing to finish the dirty job, Rakkaden slashes down towards the stomach and hoping to have the blade exit the groin, or what remained of it, if the clown even had one.
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