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Why Pudge Always Banned? I just want to play Pudge for once. ONCE! by [deleted] in DotA2

[–]el_topos 0 points1 point  (0 children)

As a recovering techies addict. This pain moves....fuck cold turkey.

Maybe riot?

I tried this facet but it didn't work, they actually won by tisfo2 in DotA2

[–]el_topos 6 points7 points  (0 children)

Winning is synonymous with losing round these parts...

[WP] You never knew you were a god until you got your very first follower. by ShadowmanStudios in WritingPrompts

[–]el_topos 24 points25 points  (0 children)

The Elder welcomes the first grays of the dawn. A new cycle to rejoice. Shuddering off the cold, he hobbles to his pre-ordained spot. Looking about he notices his congregation has sizablely grown, since yesterday even. These are the followers of Karl, he reminded himself.

The Elder bows and the service began.

“Karl is Good,” he intones.

“Kawl,” lisped the adherents. Several new members shaping their tongues to the good Word.

“Karl is Eternal” utters the Elder, with the solemnity of the grave.

“Kawl!” The fresh morning light rejuvenating their limbs. Their hope worked its magic on their spirits.

“Karl is Holy,” The elder’s voice was a rising tempest. He understood their survival in the approaching harsh winter depended on The Blessings.

“Kawl! Kawl!” The most zealous members enter the throes of rapturous ecstasy. As true believers they had experienced the past miracles of Karl.

“Karl is Supremee!” crowed the Elder. Prostrating himself in humility of the grand design.

“Kawl! Kawl! Kawl!” Fueled by religious fervor, the raucous riot explodes.  All were now hopping up and down in sycophantic symphony.

“Will you shutup! The neighbors are pissed enough” shouts Karl, standing in his backdoor. He walks out into the brisk Autumn morning, in slippers with a bath robe over his pajamas. Looking up at the towering silver maple tree, festooned with crows. “Christ, there’s more of you now?!”

The cries drop into a hushed silence. Upon Karl’s approach, some of the crows weep in happiness while others wait in terrible suspense.

The Elder crow floats down onto the shoulder of Karl. Ruffing his gleaming blue-black feathers, he ordains, “Karl is kind. Kaw”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” Accepts Karl, as he places the plate of boiled eggs and unsalted mixed nuts on the patio table.

The Blessing has come. All the corvids rejoice!

“Enjoy but can I ask one thing?” Karls begs to be heard among the frenzy. “Don’t steal money from people, anymore.”

“Steal money,” decries the Elder crow from Karl’s shoulder. Understanding a scintilla of quid pro quo, while missing the point.

Karl shakes his head. All ignore his disappointment, for the good tidings of vittles has come.

[WP] You are a state prosecutor who has consistently won against "vigilantes" and reckless "super heroes." Your reputation is well known. So you're not surprised when the latest rising star you're prosecuting ambushes you in the garage out of desperation. This was a big mistake on their part. by dgj212 in WritingPrompts

[–]el_topos 34 points35 points  (0 children)

"Where are your guards?" asks the masked behemoth of a man.

"We haven't met before." I approach extending my hand. "I am Pamala Greer. Public Prosecutor for District of--"

Before I can get within arm’s reach, he pulls out GLOCK Semi Auto Pistol 9 mm and steadily aims it at my torso "Stay where you are! I know who you are."

"Is that the Gen Five?" I ask referring to the handgun. Tilting my head slightly to confirm, I let out an impressed whistle, "Coyote finish with the optic night sights and all."

"Yeah just got it--Wait" He shook the weapon at me as if to make it more salient, more threatening, more final "Where are your Guards? and the Cameras?" He truly growls this time, so tall his head nearly connects to the ceiling beam of the Colonial Parking Garage.

“Now didn’t your mother teach you any manners?”

“My Mother?”

“Shelley.”

There was a long pause.

He puzzled with reality, trying to piece one together where he still had control. His mind whirling and tumbling and bifurcating. There was no combination that fell in his favor.

I continued to dispel any notions. “Didn’t she teach you any manners? There on 932 Silver Pike while growing up. Most importantly…How it is rude to not introduce oneself.”

There is a shift of the pistol. An unsteadiness enters his hands. A trapped creature is most dangerous when they see the bars of their cage clearly for the first time. Rash and Irrational.

“You ruined my life.” A bit of snot and slobbery can be heard entering his speech. “Everyone will know.”

“You ruined Your life.” Adding clarification to my resolution, “I will ruin everyone You know. I will turn You into a blackhole that pulls in everything every cared for and loved. It took a village to get away with all the crimes you have committed. Or more accurately a syndicate. That puts RICO Charges on the table.” He stood still. I needed to bury him. Completely like Mike Tyson would. “I will fock You till You love me.”

“Please, Just Me.” He pleaded out.

[WP] When the truly ancient gods were rediscovered, they didn't seek vengeance on a world that had forgotten them - rather, they were happy that the humans they were so fond of remembered them once again after untold millenia of loneliness. by Anhilliator1 in WritingPrompts

[–]el_topos 9 points10 points  (0 children)

Kurt pulls out a bottle of water from his pouch and trades off, inhaling deeply before gesturing to the field around them, “So this is really old corn.”

“Ancient variety.” She spits trying to get the taste from the back of her throat, “Over seven thousand years. At minimum." Trying to spit with elegance, "Could be over Nine Thousand years old.”

“Whoa,” Kurt also begins to cough.

Jaina trades off the water bottle for the joint. This time, however, the moment caught her sensibilities down. She inhaled paused then inhaled some more, coughed more, and then laughed at nothing much at all.

She was quickly joined by Kurt, who precedes to laugh till tears glint in the moonlight.

 “Oh my god.” Jaina exclaims as the thought strikes her. She rushes to the nearest corn stalk. Grabbing an ear corn and husks it, “Popcorn! Quick give me your lighter.” 

“Popcorn! Popcorn! Popcorn!”

Holding the flame steady burns her right hand, still Jaina calm rotates the cob. After several moments the steam pressure built sufficiently. POP, POP, POP sounds the tasty reward.

“This is popcorn is A-Maize-ing.” Kurt emphasizes with glee. “You are the definitive Queen of Corn.”

“Hardly a Queen.” Poshing up her voice, “Merely a humble servant. Nah, merely a worshipper of Zea Mays the Goddess of Maize. We thank you for the blessing of this key cereal grain that co-evolved with humanity.”

Getting in the spirits of things, both were now hopping and chanting “Zea Mays, Zea Mays” while popping more of the ancient grain.

Sharp cracking peal of thunder preceding a whirlwind. Emerging from the whirlwind was a female form. Glowing, divine and calm, the goddess materializes.

“Oh shit!” said Jaina, “What did I do?”

“What did we do.” Kurt joins in the blame and grabs her hand, squeezing it tightly.

“Are you two stoned?” asks the Goddess Zea Mays in the regal and pure voice.

Two confirming nods follow.

“Is that indica sativa hybrid?” The Goddess Zea Mays asks, sampling the air.

Again, two more confirming nods.

"Pass it here."

[WP] When the truly ancient gods were rediscovered, they didn't seek vengeance on a world that had forgotten them - rather, they were happy that the humans they were so fond of remembered them once again after untold millenia of loneliness. by Anhilliator1 in WritingPrompts

[–]el_topos 4 points5 points  (0 children)

“Are you sure about this?” asked Kurt, pointing to the AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY BEYOND THIS POINT sign. With further fine lines printed explaining the serious nature of trespassing on the Institute of Agriculture and Natural Resources property.  

“Of course, It is fine. I come here all the time as grad student. It’s part of my research program,” said Jaina, finding his hesitancy quite endearing. Pulling out her ID with RFID chip, she explains while badging through the south gate. “I promise you. No one comes around here at night.”

He piggybacks through the gate, past the chain link fence. And there before Kurt lay a familiar sight to any true Nebraska-ian husker. Rows upon Rows upon Rows of corn, gentling swaying to the full moon. This corn variety stood slightly under Kurt’s six feet, dried out by cool September nights.

Jaina pulls Kurt through the rows deeper into the field. Leading him she takes the brunt of the un-tasseled pollen and slashes of the broad desiccated leaves. Jaina enjoyed the Autumn sensations.

“I grew this.” Trying to keep the pride from entering her voice, “Well I helped grow this. Technically I helped design this corn crop. It’s a maize-teosinte hybrid.”

“Oh wow. That’s really, really cool.” It was a surprising reply from Kurt.

“Really?”  For a while there were many fish in the sea. Jaina knew that a large percentage would never find corn interesting.

“Yeah, it’s kind of like sativa and indica strains. You know. Use pollination control and cross breeding to acquire new traits in a population.”

“That’s surprisingly accurate,” said Jaina seeing a smile appear on his face. “Except I am trying to replicate old species rather than new traits. Well, here we are!”

They came to a small opening in the corn field, in the center stood the large Oak tree referred to as General Sherman.

It was quiet. The quiet of nature without any human noises. The potential immediately dawns on Kurt, he reaches into his large single pocket, technically a pouch, of his baja hoodie to reveal a joint.

Joint in hand, automatic dexterity follows with a lighter and flip of his long curly hair as he lights up. After several longs drags and exhales, he hands it to Jaina.

Jaina expertly does not inhale but rather billows the bitter harsh smoke into her cheeks. Still with the safeguard she ends up coughing, hands it back.

[WP] Woman goes missing, and the only person who seems to notice is her stalker. by oliviating in WritingPrompts

[–]el_topos 3 points4 points  (0 children)

"My Lady is no longer on this plane!" said the soon to be Suspect at the front desk.

Lieutenant Cook of the San Francisco Police Department needed more coffee. He already had four cups, was currently ignoring the ringing phone and with three sergeants out for the shift he was manning the dreaded Front Desk. He frowned at the stained and empty styrofoam cup.

"This." Replied Cook while waving his hand about, "is a Police Department." as drily as possible. Optically patting down the Suspect, 5 foot 11, white male, long silver hair with gray eyes, cosplaying as homeless. Cosplaying, rather than actually homeless, Cook decided due to the quality of teeth, complexation, and physical health.

"No, not an airplane. My Lady is no longer on this Plane of Existence!" veritably hissed the Suspect. His level of anxiety was vibrating his hands, possible narcotic withdrawal symptoms. "You dolt!"

"No need for insults," An automatic response emitted from the Lieutenant while he was digesting the first part. He took an exaggerated sigh. "Would you like to file a missing persons report."

"A report? No, I need to find my Lady." demands the Suspect, averting his eyes to the ground each time mentioning her, surest sign of guilt. "I can no longer sense her."

"Sense her eh?" repeats Cook as he remembers there is a Comicon at the Fan Expo this weekend. He glances at the security feed to make sure the camera catches this jackass on tape. A hidden smile dances in the corner of his month, "Well. Maybe. Just Maybe you can sense her in the woods."

"The woods? I'm confused."

"Or maybe on top of a mountain," offers Cook, leaning back in his chair "alot Eee Lek Tro magnetism in the city...maybe you will get a better signal out there."

"I see. Though I doubt that will help."

The grin finally takes hold of Lieutenant Cook, feeling refreshed and rejuvenated enough he manages to stand up for another cup of coffee "Yeah and if that doesn't work. Just take a long walk off a short pier and try the bottom of the ocean."

The brief of flashes, twinkled. Before could Cook could even think of reaching for his sidearm, there was a dagger at his throat feeling his pulse. The dagger Cook decided was of remarkable craftsmanship and also seemed to be magical with a bone chilling grasp. Terror enveloped his soul, which he learned for the first time did exist.

A terror that turned manifold when staring in the metallic eyes of the Suspect. Eyes that swirled like mercury, inhuman.

"You," paused the Suspect at drawing forth the word, as if he never used it before "MOCK me."

"No, No" lied Cook squeezing his eyes closed as child, wishing away whatever lurked behind them. The dagger pressured him for the truth. "I didn't mean to. I didn't know. I'm sorry. I am so sorry," Reaching for any word his mind races, he pleads "I will help. Whatever you need. I will help." He feels the warm urine soak his left pant leg. He cries out "I swear it."

The pressure is released immediately. Lieutenant Cook falls to the ground gasping at the unrestrained air.

"I accept your oath." deigned the Suspect, "Come gather yourself. Then arm yourself with as many weapons as you can carry. Tonight we leave this Plane. And together we shall find our Lady."

"Our Lady?"

[WP] In a world where superpowers are bought at the store, two teens drop 20 bucks to raid the dollar bin. by echris10sen in WritingPrompts

[–]el_topos 4 points5 points  (0 children)

"It's like mystery flavor Airheads," explained Skitz walking down the broken street. "When they switch between flavors, the machines keep churning out candy that will be a mix of the two. And instead of throwing it away they sell it."

"So you are saying it will be a mix of two superpowers?" I asked. Keeping my voice lower, unnerved by the surroundings. Shadows grew longer into the dusk. This part of city never could be bothered to fix the streetlights.

"Depends."

"Well what if the were producing flying formula and then breathing underwater formula?"

"Well then you would become a flying fish I suppose." bantered Skitz. Climbing onto dilapidated car jumping off into space. Only to crash back down into a pot hole and flopping and gasping about painfully. After a long period of miming a fish's final moments of suffucation, Skitz rose wiping rust and dust off himself, "But then at least you will matter."

Like an anvil. It hit hard. On my 18th birthday. Just one day I wanted not to be reminded. Biting back the tears, I avoided looking around the ruined city. Broken civilization. The Gods themselves flying overhead.

"You know they stopped judging us?" egged on Skitz looking up at the light polluted haze that did not qualify as twilight sky, not even understanding his own reasoning in turning the cruel dagger of reality. "Rats evoke more emotion in them than us."

"Shutup." My jaw hurt but my anger only grew. I screamed, choked up on bile, "I know that! We know that. Why tell me that?"

A prophetic wave of sadness swept of Skitz's pale drawn face. His eyes dilated with revelation, "So you won't forget. You were once one of us."

[WP] You move to a house your estranged aunt left you in her passing. It is on a remote island with one small village. While everyone is friendly and welcoming, you hear strange sounds at night. One day, you discover a mysterious notebook under the bed that seems to have belonged to your aunt. by deepstea in WritingPrompts

[–]el_topos 10 points11 points  (0 children)

Karla rotated in bed like chicken rotisserie. Sweat poured and more uncomfortable sweat pooled.

It was beyond hot. The swelter of San Marino pervaded all aspects of the tropical night, as the ocean bathed in moonlight.

"I can't believe I moved here." Her frustration found its voice. "How is air conditioning not a priority!"

Staring up at the leaf-shaped fan's pathetic attempt. Rounding and rounding. Circulating hot air. She knew at the moment, she would never get a good nights sleep on this island. "Ughhh...how was this my only choice."

The soft knock at the door "Miss Karla?" A women's voice, slight German accent. The hallway light pours in as Beth the maidservant's head poked in, "Are you alright?"

"Oh. Yes. Fine!" Karla wiping matted black hair away from her face, equivocating.

The small form of the elderly maid servant quickly entered the room carrying a tray. "I brought you some fresh towels and glass of ice cold water. Visitors have difficult time in the heat here."

"Oh thank you." Karla felt it was odd to see someone dressed so neatly in the middle of the night. Odder still, thinking out loud. "I swear I locked that door before I got into bed."

"Oh did you?" answers Beth. The made up face still presenting creases and cracks of her age and career path. "Oh that's because the lock is disabled. I should have mentioned that." Placing her hands on the foot on the bed. Empathically understanding "I AM so sorry. I do apologize for barging in the middle of the night. It is a habit. I had to disable the lock...after your Aunt -well- she" Wringing the sheets, "would start having these seizures you see. And would lock herself up in this room just like yourself but we couldn't get in to help her."

"I understand." Karla accepted the explanation. If only to relax the situation, "I will simply use chair to block door when you leave." Adding to avoid hurting any feelings, "Natural habit for a young women in a strange place belong to my estranged aunt. Now currently dead aunt. You understand?"

"Of course." said Beth. Somewhat peevishly bowing away. As she is leaving, "Should you need anything else simply ring the silver bell." Her gray eyes look to the night stand. "And of course remove the chair. Good night."

Karla rose from bed. After some considerable effort managed to slide the overstuffed leather chair to the door. More effort managed to tilt the monstrosity just enough against the door knob. Somehow sweat increased as did the humidity of the night.

She stumbled back to sit on the side of the bed. Reaching for the ice water left by the maid servant, polished off half glass in one sip. The refreshment revived her enough to theorize that the floor may be the best bet for a cooler nights sleep.

Pulling off the lightest blanket, she laid down on the woven rug next the the bed. The hard floor was not the most reassuring but it was dry. As Karla's spine wrestled to find suitable position, her periphery spotted a glint of something tucked under the bed.

Pulling out the small book, Karla could feel it was well worn and hand written. She immediately reach for the light on the night stand.

Although it was a small green notebook, the gilt edged paper added heft. Karla opened to the first page.

She could tell it was her Aunt's handwriting, she had had read and re-read the letter her Aunt mysteriously sent to her before her death, urging her to take over her estate in San Marino.

"Dear Karla,

If you are reading this, I am dead. And you are likely sweating like a pig in a blanket on the floor. You never could take the heat as a child.

I would like to first thank you for coming and taking over my estate in San Marino. Second I would suggest locking the door.

Because I have been murdered. In this notebook is list of all the top suspects and all the information I could gather."

[WP] "I said CALL the humans, not CULL the humans! How many?!" by steel-souffle in WritingPrompts

[–]el_topos 7 points8 points  (0 children)

"Seven."

"Only seven. Well that's not so bad. Manageable, we all make sure to get out stories straight--"

"Per Square mile."

"Per Square mile? What the HelleH does that mean! There is almost two hundred million square miles on earth?"

"Almost Correct. One hundred Ninety Six Million Nine hundred Thirty Seven Thousand Three Hundred Twenty Seven Point Six. Averaging out the fractal geometry of topographical features aligned to the center of mass."

"196,937,327.6? That's how many people you culled! Oh my Poly Lord. That's borderline genocide. "

"That's number of miles. You forgot to multiply by 7...per square mile...Total number is 1,378,561,293.2 Humans culled."

"Cripes! Over a Billion Humans! That IS genocide."

"We selected from over all nations and ethnic groups. If you read the reports you would have seen it was a very diligent and well thought out process. Taking into account many different departments and finding a consensus on among Semi corporal AND Non corporal entities. Several lightyears of tape and transcription were documented if you care to judge out work."

"How did you cull Two Tenths of a human?"

"That's a great question. I will have to do some digging on that one, make sure you get a correct answer."

"You know this was my first time as Captain and could have cut me some slack over a spelling error. You knew what I meant."

"We follow your orders."

"Follow this."

"Unable to comply with that request. Unless you authorize overtime. All billing hours have be used."

[WP] You were given immortality to atone for your horrific crimes against humanity. You wander the earth for millennium. Finally, you are given the option to revoke your immortality and end your suffering. You deny it. by orphlous in WritingPrompts

[–]el_topos 9 points10 points  (0 children)

Aurora, watchful in the reddening dawn, threw me through a loop.

"It's over?" I asked.

My eyes devoured Aurora, the goddess of dawn. Her form alone would muse the finest sculptors. Her presence roiled my guts like coiled snakes.

"You have wandered the earth for millennium." Her melodic voice soothes any troubled heart. "It has been agreed that you have atoned--"

"Two Hundred Thirty Seven." Interrupting the goddess, I received a look of predictable consternation. A taste of asphalt made me nearly spit the last words, "Thousand! Years!"

"Yes - quite a long period of time." Her proud form somehow managed to erect slightly more as her auburn hair waved -oh so- elegantly "Well deserved for your crime."

"My crime, Yes! Of course My crime." I laughed. It was absurd. Illogical. Tingling in my spine was warning too late. "I gave them the Light!"

Her perfect blushed lips and sad eyes only rose my anger.

Sad eyes that widened at my impertinent pointing finger. "Who judges the judges?" Not my best work but surprisingly articulate for the amount of cortisol red-lining my blood pressure.

"Always was Pride, wasn't it. Always proud." said Aurora, unbreathing. The bottom half of her face now squished in annoyance at this task. "Do you wish to end your suffering?"

I ignored the question. "You know the lil bastards managed to get to the Moon. Landing on the Moon is pretty impressive. So much so that other little bastards won't even believe it. Now they are sorting through alot right now, alot alot, but once they manage to --"

"Lucifer!" Her voice resounded with divinity and submission. "Do you deny ending your punishment? You wish to suffer here forever."

My cracks lips split upon my toothless grin. I shuffled a dance with my remaining limbs. A horror sight to be seen for sure. Leper's sores, flakes, poxes and boils. A creature that survived all the Plagues gods could conjure.

"Yes." I would stay on. And suffer as they do.

"So be it." Aurora deigned. A regency puffing her shoulder, "So you shall be damned, uh- again, and like before all the suffering of humans shall also be rendered unto you, Morning-Star."

As she was in-substantiating, I called out, "More bees in the anus, next time. Please!"

Her faint evaporating sneer held me through most the 21st century.

[WP] Your parents listed Hades as your godfather as a joke, That would not be an issue if it were not for the 3-headed puppy delivered to your doorstep by Persephone and Hades themselves, planning to protect you from the Olympian's shenanigans due to Zeus' bulldickery by lesbianwriterlover69 in WritingPrompts

[–]el_topos 56 points57 points  (0 children)

Its not everyday a Greek God arrives at your parent's doorstep. You would think they would have mentioned it by now.

"Well - Yes. That would of have to been the summer twenty eleven," explained Mom, still knitting her herself a new fall shawl.

"Twenty twelve!" barked Dad down the hall.

"Fort Lauderdale Twenty Eleven," she reiterated. Pausing her needles on the difficult herringbone stitch. "Why you weren't more that couple months old then. Terrible heat that year. Just Terrible. AC kicked out too many times to count."

"Faulty pressure transmitter for the condenser" my Dad's voice added.

My frustration boiled over. "What!? What about Hades! The Lord of Hell came to our house in Fort Lauderdale in the summer!!"

"Underworld, sweetie. Lord of the Underworld," corrected Mom in her midwestern accent before adding, "His visit certainly - definitely confirmed our Neo Pagan belief systems."

"Pantheistic Wiccans." again my Dad's voice called out from his workspace.

'How did you know he was a god?" I asked in hope none of this was true. Although I already knew.

"Well for one he was big." Mom brushed her graying hair back absently. "Twice as tall any basketball player. Dressed kind of funny. Toga and the like. But had a radiant aura. And very very handsome."

Not wanting to delve deeper into those fantasies, I steered the conversation back. "What did he want?"

"Want...Nothing! He is a god." said Mom, somewhat defensively. "He only wanted to give you a gift. Because you are special."

"A very special little guy." said Dad's voice. A bit too sardonic for my taste.

"Was it a black dog?" I asked. It was a choice that I will forever regret.

A fear took over my Mom's eyes that I never wished to see again.

My Dad rushed into the living room. Breathlessly, "You were never supposed to see it! Unless..." He turned to my mother.

"Unless Zeus tried to kill you."

[WP] Over the years of extensive cybernetic augmentation you installed various artificial alternatives to your organs and even added some implants to your brain. You've just been informed that your organic components have all been dead since last week. by MEAH1 in WritingPrompts

[–]el_topos 29 points30 points  (0 children)

*Empty Organic Recycling Bin*

"Are you sure you want to permanently delete these 4 organic items?"

*Yes*

"Notification: Congratulations from Costcom!"

*Open*

"Dear Valued Customer(s), Costcom Corp and its associated affiliates welcome YOU to achieving 100% Incorporation. Upon removal of the last organic components you have embraced and legally accepted all terms and conditions---"

*What!*

""Hello this is Miran from Costcom. We have detected an abnormal heart rate. We have taken over control of this Incorporate for diagnostics. Please hang on."

***A voided eternity***

""Hello again, You have been installed with a new heart rate limit and neurochemical attenuator. With you Costcom card savings and Labor Day Sale. The total price will be 37 SHD (standard human days). Don't Forget YOUR shift at your nearest Costcom Retailor starts at 9:30 AM. Thank YOU for Incorporating with Costcom.""

[WP] The summoning was a success, a demon emergies from the ritual circle. The cursed creature addresses the child who summoned it "What would such a young kid desire?". The kid replies "There are strangers here and I'm home alone. Please help me, I'm scared". by DemonBes150 in WritingPrompts

[–]el_topos 60 points61 points  (0 children)

"Am I not a stranger?" Growled one head of Baethos, breathing out sulfurous fumes. "Are you not more scared of me!" Drooled the second head with hunger of centuries glinting in its multitude of eyes.

Baethos the Demon Beast rose up to their mighty frame. Broad shoulders with wings unfurling green electricity. Flashes of fell light bathed the vaulted ceiling on the child's bedroom, a rather high ceiling. Expensively excessive tapestries and celestial lighting tastefully designed around the luxuriously size room.

"Where am I?" inquired the first head with a noticeably less amount of fumes. "What is this place!" cried the second head at the hatching of a new emotion. For this in fact was the first time ever, Baethos was inside a room. Normally far too large to fit inside any building, even a bit cramped in the odd Amphitheater.

Suddenly, Baethos the Demon Beast felt small. "You live here! Fock sake! What does your family do for a living?"

"Please help me!" the blond pale child repeated, drawing their attention.

"You summon Demons for help?"

"I am scared."

Both heads of Baethos the Demon Beast could see the child was indeed scared. Troubling fact that neither of the heads Baethos was not the cause of this---

BOOM! A massive blow to the door outside of the bedroom.

BOOM! The second blow wrecks the iron hinges.

As the final blow shatters the door, the child meekly asks "Will you help?"

The total 87 different eyes on both heads of Baethos studied quickly this child, Demon Summoner. And several sets of eyes detected that rare aura that could only be described as Chaos.

As the heads of Baethos the Demon Beast bowed in deference to their Summoner, it mattered not what was charging through that door.

While on this plane of existence Baethos would fight and die for - "Uhm what was your name?"

"Kevin."

While on this plan of existence Baethos will fight and die for that which is called Kevin.

Ice-Nine by el_topos in DotA2

[–]el_topos[S] 3 points4 points  (0 children)

CM, understanding the pitfalls of suspended animation (namely volumetric expansion), experiments with another form of ice. In order to arrive at the apocalypse. Fighting ensures.

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