Posts from Golden Persimmon

As a monster? Can I then kill Krabik? Please...

Or... Krabik will kill you (:

No, I have it! Good must triumph over evil!

Good triumphs over evil: the Cat monster eats the Crabbik monster. )))

Haha... they've already planned Krabbik's death, but in the end, he'll die from a blood infection caused by Cashik... *haha*

Shhh. Don't spoil the surprise.

or I'll become a new monster)
Khosha, leave me alone.

Crabik, my dear, go to the contact page and see what I replied to you in the comments under my epic masterpiece. And it would be VERY desirable for you to do as I said. Or maybe I will ascend and become a goddess? Please...

I already marked them, in case you were wondering.

The streets were filled with zombies and other filth. Fortunately for our heroes, they were all sluggish and showed no interest unless one approached them too closely.
Vervolka: Ma-a-aybe we should turn around and go back?
Siver: Back where?
Vervolka: Anywhere!
It's unlikely this virus spread any further than KH!
WisTrit: Vervolka, going back means returning to Arandor's Forests, and something far more terrible than what is in the city might be waiting for us there. We need to reach the helicopter; perhaps it's still intact.
Vervolka: *Alex..*
WisTrit: And yes, you'll have to take up arms and use them just like everyone else. Use the same Samurai Edge that Hostor gave you.
Vervolka: Yes, alright...
The survivors continued to move slowly through the city.
Siver: It really is funny, though—what would have happened if Arandor had been chosen as king after all...
WisTrit: None of this would have happened!
Arandor: Yes, it's all your fault. You voted for Wesker, heh.
Vedma: And what about you?
A black BMW raced through the city, followed by a whole horde of zombies...
Don Tieru (firing back): Hurry up, idiots!
Driver (seeing a little girl ahead): Oh no-o-o!
After a sharp turn, the car flipped over. Don Tieru, the driver, and another armed man subsequently crawled out.
Don Tieru: Idiot! Why did you do that?!
Driver: Sorry, boss, I didn't want to run over the girl!
Don Tieru: Girl?! What the hell girl?! — Tieru pulled out a pistol and fired at a rubber doll that the driver had mistaken for a "girl." — Girl? What kind of damn girl? — seeing our heroes — Hey, guys! What are you doing here?! Do you mind if we join you?!
Vervolka: You're a maf...
Don Tieru: What nonsense is this?! I'm as much a townsperson as you are.
Meanwhile, someone was slowly descending the exterior of a high-rise building...
Don Tieru: I didn't kill him! What point would I have in voting for execution then... What evidence can you even find against me?
Vervolka: Your signature is almost an exact copy of the text written in the newspaper!
Don Tieru: Well, a maf is a maf! What difference does it make in a situation like this?!
Vervolka: A big diff...
WisTrit interrupted this long conversation.
WisTrit: What difference does it make? Let's move faster. Because those guys moving toward us certainly won't wait for us to finish our conversation, forward!
The whole company, including the mafia players, ran toward the square. But besides them, something else was moving across the rooftops in the same direction...
The "armed guy" tripped and fell to the ground. The entire crowd pounced on him, devouring the fallen man alive.
The running continued for a few more minutes.
WisTrit: Alright, I'm tired of this.
WisTrit pulled out two fragmentation grenades and threw them on both sides of the road so that the destroyed buildings would block the way for the dead. That is exactly what happened.
Siver: Phew, Vissy, you saved us again.
WisTrit: Only for a while.
The same wall-crawling creature jumped from the roof and instantly tore the "driver" to pieces.
Vervolka: You?!
Arandor: Ugh, communist-monster.
Alex began looking around, thinking "who should I pounce on now?".
Everyone scattered in different directions away from this terrible monster... except for WisTrit.
WisTrit: For fuck's sake. — Raising his shotgun, he blew Alex's brains out with a single pull of the trigger.
Arandor: That fast? I thought it would be like with Cash h))
WisTrit: Let's go, forward!

The survivors walked along the deserted streets. Here and there zombies were visible, but due to their slowness, the team managed to slip through without wasting time or ammunition.
Arandor: Let's take a break! My leg hurts!
Vedma: Argh, we rested five minutes ago!
Arandor: Ha! My leg hurts all the time, let's rest all the time!
WisTrit: Shut up!
Ahead appeared a squad of armed people (people?), but they couldn't be seen clearly due to the great distance. The squad turned into one of the many streets leading to the outskirts of the city.
Arandor: It's unsafe here! Let's go to the square? There are comfortable benches there...
Siver: And it's convenient to hold a defense from a besetka...
Vervolka: From a besetka? Convenient?
Siver: Well... they showed in tactical movies that it's convenient...
WisTrit: Stop chatting, PEV doesn't wait! I mean, let's just go.
After a few minutes, the brave ones reached the square.
Arandor: Ugh, I'm tired. And I'm hungry too.
Siver: Not a word about food! All the donuts were with Vih...
Vervolka: Siver, don't cry... We'll stop at a confectionery if it's on the way... somehow.
Siver: Really?
Vedma: Did you hear something?
Arandor: Do you also hear buzzing? I've had this since morning... Phe.
Vedma: No, some kind of crackling...
WisTrit: Look at the center of the square!
The portrait of King Wesker, made in the form of a coin in the center of the square, began to crack. New and new lines appeared on the marble and moved further from the center.
Vervolka: I don't like this...
Siver (filming): I'll upload it to the net later, it's pretty cool.
The same cracking stopped; for a couple of seconds silence enveloped the square, which was shattered by the roar of a "fountain" of marble and stone shards flying several meters high and away from the center of the square. But this was only the beginning. From the resulting hole came a sharp, unpleasant, and incredibly loud meow. In the nearby houses and cars, windows that were previously intact immediately shattered, same-soaked foliage fell from the trees, and the heroes fell to the ground in horror, covering their ears.
Vedma (trying to shout over the noise): GIVE ME BACK MY PLAYER!!!
The "meow" abruptly cut off.
WisTrit: THE BATTERY DIED!
Arandor: Vis, don't scream.
Vervolka: That... that was terrible. A disgusting sound... It chilled me to the depths of my soul... I'm scared...
Siver: Well, actually, Vis can scream even louder than that...
Vedma: She's talking about the sound from the pit... By the way, what was that?
Arandor: Did it seem to me, or was that actually a meow?
Vedma: A meow?
WisTrit: A MEOW?! GET OUT OF—
A powerful jolt shook the ground, and everyone fell again. And then, from the crevice, something appeared...
Arandor: NO! THIS IS IMPOSSIBLE!
Huge bony wings, looming over almost the entire square, with pieces of flesh and cobwebs hanging from them, somehow held the Dracco-lich in the air. The bare skeleton was, like the wings, covered in either cobwebs or some kind of shroud. A huge, slightly elongated cat skull with growths and spikes gazed at the five survivors with green crystal pupils, inexplicably located in the center of the eye sockets. The monster opened its toothy maw. The last thing not covered by a wave of that same meowing was WisTrit's scream: "RU-U-UN!". Everyone, pushing themselves to the limit, fled. WisTrit and Vedma literally carried the fainting Vervolka, while Siver helped the crippled Arandor. The Dracco-lich flapped its wings and smoothly flew after the fugitives.
Siver: Come on, Arandor! Push through! They'll catch us!
Arandor: The wound is too deep, I can't!
Siver: Arandor, we'll be caught! Run, damn it!
Arandor: No, you run! I'll hold it back!
The former jester pushed Siver away and looked seriously into his friend's eyes. Siver nodded slightly in response and chased after WisTrit and Co.
Arandor turned to the monster, and a slight smile touched his lips. Krabe raised his hand, and lightning seemed to strike it, a bright flash darkening the street for a second. WisTrit, Vervolka, Vedma, and Siver, who had already run away, looked back. In Arandor's hand was the Sword of Moderation. Bright flames enveloped its blade; the ruby in the hilt glowed blood-red.
Arandor: You think I'm just a jester?! Think again! Come here, monster, know the power of the Sword of Mo...
At that moment, the Dracco-lich performed a sharp pirouette in the air and struck the sword with its hammer-like tail, breaking it into many pieces.
Arandor: O_O
Everyone: O_O
The monster hovered a meter in front of Krabe and bored into him with its magical eyes.
Arandor: ...Save me?..
The beast's jaw snapped shut, swallowing the former jester.
Everyone: NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!..Krabe...
After chewing the victim for a bit, the Dracco-lich, meowing joyfully (but still nastily), soared into the skies, and the survivors continued their journey.

Siver: For fuck's sake, what was that?!
Don Tieru: Who cares, let's get out of here.
Vervolka: What do you mean "who cares"? That thing ate Arandor!
WisTrit: That thing is still here.
Everyone: x_x
Vervolka: A giant draco-cat? What next—a giant cat-dile, hamsterrilla, pigasaurus?
Siver: Oh yes, it would be funny to see a pigasaurus—a giant oinking monster.
Vedma: What should we do?!
WisTrit: Stay here, I'll try to stop it.
Vedma: Alone? You won't succeed!
WisTrit left all his weapons except for the daggers and then went out into the street, where he began to shout:
WisTrit: Hey you, scum!
[0 attention]
WisTrit: Hey! You want me? Well, here I am!
[0 attention]
WisTrit: *Damn it...*
Tieru: And what will the hero do now?
WisTrit got on all fours and began to bark:
- Woof-woof-woof!
This immediately attracted the monster's attention. The beast opened its maw and lunged at the dog... oops, WisTrit, but he deftly dodged and jumped onto his tormentor's back, plunging the daggers in so he could hold on.
Flying through the streets, the dragon repeatedly tried to shake this annoying flea off its body, but it didn't work well.
Siver: Guys, he jumped on it, what now?
WisTrit: *I wish I knew...*
Siver: Stop, quiet.
Everyone froze (even the dracco-lich), listening to a mysterious sound that sounded terribly like... a helicopter.
And so it was; a dark-colored transport helicopter hovered over the square.
Soon the helicopter door opened, and two faces could be seen immediately—one adorned with long black hair, and the other in black glasses.
These were Wesker and Light God. Loken was piloting the craft.
Dracco-lich: MEOW!
Both God and Wesker grabbed RPG-7s and naturally aimed at the monster.
Wesker, merely smirking, fired a rocket grenade at the Dracco along with God, while screaming at the top of his lungs:
Explooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooode!
The creature crashed to the ground. WisTrit jumped off just in time.
Now everyone fixed their gaze not on the monster, but on their sworn enemy...
WisTrit, Vedma, Siver: Wesker!

Second act - Hostor's (:

well, Kosha got what she wanted.[br][/br]
actually, I thought she would break my sword, and then I would run away again, like in the movies.

Added 23 minutes later
wow, I just read the part about what happened after "Wesker's" death... yeah, it's funny how he wrote about Ghost... and I only understood about Hose after Vervolki's post.

It’s a pity I had to leave my BMW in the city :(, and Arandor is a pity too :D

ъЪ, I'm dead!1 And I defiled Arcomage with my brain (and it still exists!)
Wes, please give me a zombie wolf and finally let me kill Sylvan (I promised him ~_-)
And where is Arko's fluder sword? Did the new King take it? Then where is it with you? We should have crafted a modern and fluder sword)
P.S. If you don't give me a zombie wolf, I'll leave... mmm... Tarjei? Nightwish? Better than Koshi)

And I know how it will all end – Volk will wake up in the hospital after a long period of unconsciousness, and it will turn out that none of us actually died :3

Thank you so much for the candies :D It's a pity they never got used...

Siver: Oh yeah, it would be fun to see a pig-lizard – a giant, grunting monster.

It's high time to introduce the Zubr into the story!

P.S. It's a pity there's no crab; without it, the story will be more boring.