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Post by Cducharme on Jul 18, 2012 15:00:54 GMT -5
I do something creatively I haven't mentioned on here before, or at least I used to do something creatively, and that's write. In order to kickstart my ass into some form of writing again I'm gonna try a "game" thread here just like I tried with the Freewheeler song lyrics thread. Hopefully you fuckers actually try to contribute to this, but even if you don't I'll finish it up. One paragraph per post please. Unless it's dialogue, one paragraph of PROSE please, use as much dialogue as needed.
Steven had seen this all before, the light filtering through the stained glass, the fragments of bone left into a sign like that of a pentagram, only not quite fully formed. It was last week he'd seen this happen in another church here in Maine, a preacher had been found in the room next to the body, his hair shock white despite all photos of him indicating a full head of brown hair. Hopefully he talks soon, until then Steven is left trying to piece together why a catholic church and a protestant church would both be defiled in the same manner a week apart. Both times the victim is positioned much like Jesus on the cross, complete with hands and feet nailed into the floor.
"Seems like Martyr Bill is making a statement here, but what is he trying to tell us?" The voice could only belong to Higgens, Steven's boss.
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Post by Steve on Nov 11, 2012 1:06:42 GMT -5
A non-denominational psychopath, Steven thought. There's a turn-up for the books. Would he leave scenes like this in every Christian church in the city or perhaps spread his net even wider to mosques and synagogues? This suggested two things; a problem with Jehovah in general and a shitload of overtime. Higgens might buy the first idea, but the second would require some not-so gentle persuasion.
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Post by Cducharme on Nov 13, 2012 9:53:46 GMT -5
"Martyr Bill?" Steven's voice sounded like he'd been chewing on a possum's asshole, while Higgens poked around the church. "What dipshit rookie thought that one up? And, does he think no one's seen Silence of the Lambs?"
Higgens' hand had just landed on a bible resting on a pew almost half the expansive church's length away, and as he spun to defend his naming of the killer, he picked up the bible. "I di-" was cut off by a loud cracking noise and then a sudden whooshing sound. Higgens stood straight up, and Stephens started running because of what he could see that Higgens just couldn't. "What's the big idea, and what the fu-" For a second time Higgens was interrupted, this time he didn't get to see the two ten foot logs swinging towards each other, with his head in the middle. Stephens however was not as lucky, he had gotten close enough to have a chunk of Higgens' brain land into his shouting mouth. All he could think of as he fell to the ground gagging and heaving, was what the fuck and of course, that shitload of overtime has just gotten guaranteed.
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Post by Steve on Nov 13, 2012 20:41:09 GMT -5
Stevens fobbed off the medic who urged him to go to hospital. Why take up a bed for the sake of a night's observation when someone else's need would be so much greater? A piehole full of Higgens' brain hardly warranted a trip to the ER.
He washed away the taste of this impromptu meal at the closest drinking pit he could find and contemplated the day ahead. The Captain would want to debrief about Higgens' death, then try to send him to a shrink so he could 'process' what had happened. Stevens would talk him out of this and reluctantly agree to go on light duties until he recovered. A few days' driving a desk would give him time to dig through old files for early signs of Martyr Bill at work.
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Post by lugnut on Nov 14, 2012 21:54:36 GMT -5
As the captain headed into the office he saw something he'd been dreading sitting on the desk - a letter from Steven. He sighed and opened the envelope. "DEER CAPTIN," it began. "I NO U ARE MAD THAT HIGGONS GOT KILT BUT I DINT DO IT IT WAS BY LOGS. MOM TOLD ME I NEED TO TALK TO THE DOCTER SO I WILL BE ABSINT FROM WORK. I ASKET THE LOGS WHY THEY KILT HIGENS BUT THEY DIDNT SAY ANYTING BECAUS THEY ARE WOOD. LOVE STEVEN."
The Captain knew he had made a mistake when he hired Steven, but the fact remained that he was a still a good cop. A damn good cop.
(I'm sorry, you knew that would happen when you named the guy Steven.)
(PS to anyone who's not cdu, I swear this makes sense, sort of.)
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Post by Wolfman on Nov 14, 2012 22:18:14 GMT -5
The Captain balled up the paper and tossed it in the trash not sure how he felt about this. He walked over to the phone and called the Doctor. "Whats this about Steven coming to see you? he wrote this letter babbling about logs killing someone"
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Post by Steve on Nov 14, 2012 23:28:10 GMT -5
Didn't anyone ever teach you clowns not to switch point of view in the middle of a scene? Amateurs...  |
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Post by Cducharme on Nov 15, 2012 13:35:16 GMT -5
Love Steven is something Luggy started doing after he saw a mutant 5 year old's letter to santa in the newspaper. He will often talk about cloud and how aeris never should have died (video game geekery)
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Post by lugnut on Nov 15, 2012 19:12:16 GMT -5
Love Steven is something Luggy started doing after he saw a mutant 5 year old's letter to santa in the newspaper. He will often talk about cloud and how aeris never should have died (video game geekery) On the contrary, Steven was 7 years old. But yeah, for many years it was tradition in the Seneca, MO newspaper to run letters to Santa from first and second-graders verbatim with errors intact. I did the same when I was a kid, but in my day the teachers would check our stuff first and make us correct our more egregious spelling errors... by a few years ago this appeared to no longer be the case since most of the letters were utterly incoherent. I was reprinting them for larfs in an IRC channel when I came across Steven's letter, printed in all-caps and asking about Final Fantasy VII for some reason despite it already being several years old by that time. The paper sadly no longer prints these letters, but Steven's legend lives on. |
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Post by Cducharme on Nov 30, 2012 1:52:14 GMT -5
Steven came to in a hospital room hooked up to more machinery then he knew could ever invade his body, knowing something had gone wrong, he's still got that taste of Higgins' brains in his mouth, and a probe up both his shaft and his ass. This doesn't seem routine for someone who's just having a bit of shock, not to mention the different voices he's hearing, Christ on a crutch his THINKING has even seemed to have different voices, even before Higgins got the ultimate ticket punch. Gingerly grabbing at the probe in a region he never wanted a probe to be inserted, he hears a loud noise and feels rising heat straight from his ass. It's like someone lit four matches in there, and then the noise grew louder and the cockprobe started warming up as well. That's when the figure in the corner Steven hadn't noticed made their presence known.
"They don't like when we touch the probes, it's ok you hardly miss them when they are gone either." The man turns around and Steven can see his entire hip has been replaced with a metal codpiece that looks melted into his flesh. "In fact, once I got the mantle of Garthon, I knew I would be the harbinger of great things. I'm sure you've enjoyed my tableau and my mouse trap?"
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