Deathscythealpha
Oct 23, 2002, 05:16 PM
Well, seeing as everyone wanted a follow up participation fic to DH2, ive decided to start one. For me this may come second to DH3, but i will be posting in it as much as i can. And no major rules this time, anyone can join aslong as they dont spam or do anything stupid.
(Side Note: Falz is dead. We all saw (read?) him/her die in DH2, so i doubt he/she will be back. But the cultists still remain. All what happens on ragol doesnt have to involve Falz though...)
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3 Years after the Pioneer City incident, The City is still in ruin. Most people are to scared to return to the surface of Ragol, seeing as everyone was nearly wiped out by an attack by Dark Falz twice now. But there is some who still live down on the surface, making their fortune off of the scrap and treasures left behind. Malice was one of these people.
Malice was a Humar, he had blue hair at shoulder height and a long scar running down his left eye. He wore heavy black armour, the leg guards moddfies to protect alot more of his legs. ith all the modifications added to his bulky armour, it was surprising that he could actually move in it. But when he got moving with his katana, there was no stopping him.
At present, he was going through an old wooden crate. He had managed to pry the lid off with his katana, but was wondering if it was actually worth it for such crappy contents.
"Some dead batterys, a can of beans, half melted candles. What the hell were these people going to do with these?" He threw the contents down on the floor with disgust. He was not going to mae any money with rubbish like this.
After he got to the bottem of the crate, he got up and left, kicking the crate on his way out for wasting his time. He put his arms round the back of his head and stared into the sky. It was a dull orange, the same colour it had been since Falz ressurection 3 years previous. Malice sometimes wondered what is was like to be there when that happened, when everything was turned into a living hell. He wondered what he would of done, whether he would of stayed and fought in the city, or fled to Pioneer 2. He decided to leave them thoughts be, he wouldnt have been able to do anything anyway, he was on the other side of the planet.
He skidded down some rubble and headed up one of the main roads. He would probably head on back home now, there wasnt much left to do here. Another failed day. But then he saw something from the corner of his ee, something moving in the rubble. He drew his sword, lovingly named Saiyko, and headed over to it. With one quick move he thrust the sword down over the broken masonary and pinned his assailent to the ground. It was a teddy bear on a piece of rope. As he looke don at his strange find, he didnt notice a Cultist creeping up on him. It wasnt until the club came down on his back did he relise he had been tricked. As he fell to the ground he attempted to fight back, but his sword slashs were just to wild to hit anything. Just as he thought the Cultist was about to get the final blow in, his assailent fell to the ground.
"What the..."
Then out of the shadows, a figure emerged...
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Well theres an opening, everyone get a writing. Anything can happen in this fic, and i hope it will be as good as DH2!
(Side Note: Falz is dead. We all saw (read?) him/her die in DH2, so i doubt he/she will be back. But the cultists still remain. All what happens on ragol doesnt have to involve Falz though...)
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3 Years after the Pioneer City incident, The City is still in ruin. Most people are to scared to return to the surface of Ragol, seeing as everyone was nearly wiped out by an attack by Dark Falz twice now. But there is some who still live down on the surface, making their fortune off of the scrap and treasures left behind. Malice was one of these people.
Malice was a Humar, he had blue hair at shoulder height and a long scar running down his left eye. He wore heavy black armour, the leg guards moddfies to protect alot more of his legs. ith all the modifications added to his bulky armour, it was surprising that he could actually move in it. But when he got moving with his katana, there was no stopping him.
At present, he was going through an old wooden crate. He had managed to pry the lid off with his katana, but was wondering if it was actually worth it for such crappy contents.
"Some dead batterys, a can of beans, half melted candles. What the hell were these people going to do with these?" He threw the contents down on the floor with disgust. He was not going to mae any money with rubbish like this.
After he got to the bottem of the crate, he got up and left, kicking the crate on his way out for wasting his time. He put his arms round the back of his head and stared into the sky. It was a dull orange, the same colour it had been since Falz ressurection 3 years previous. Malice sometimes wondered what is was like to be there when that happened, when everything was turned into a living hell. He wondered what he would of done, whether he would of stayed and fought in the city, or fled to Pioneer 2. He decided to leave them thoughts be, he wouldnt have been able to do anything anyway, he was on the other side of the planet.
He skidded down some rubble and headed up one of the main roads. He would probably head on back home now, there wasnt much left to do here. Another failed day. But then he saw something from the corner of his ee, something moving in the rubble. He drew his sword, lovingly named Saiyko, and headed over to it. With one quick move he thrust the sword down over the broken masonary and pinned his assailent to the ground. It was a teddy bear on a piece of rope. As he looke don at his strange find, he didnt notice a Cultist creeping up on him. It wasnt until the club came down on his back did he relise he had been tricked. As he fell to the ground he attempted to fight back, but his sword slashs were just to wild to hit anything. Just as he thought the Cultist was about to get the final blow in, his assailent fell to the ground.
"What the..."
Then out of the shadows, a figure emerged...
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Well theres an opening, everyone get a writing. Anything can happen in this fic, and i hope it will be as good as DH2!