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    Default Lil' Bits, from The Asylum

    Sooooooo...... activity. I start stuff and never finish. Why not post some stuff I wrote, completely out of context with no explanation? That's what this thread is for- little unfinished bits from your favorite poster (pssst- that's me) of stuff that may otherwise never see the light of day.

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    Like a flash in the darkness, there they were again, opening wide.

    He shot up with a gasp, the cool Odyapes air in his lungs relieving the thick hot sweat that enveloped him. He rubbed his eyes, taking a moment to steady his racing heart as he slowly laid back down on his bed in the darkness. A ringing abruptly disturbed the whistling nighttime breezes of the ocean planet he now called home, but his head had already sunk far too deep back into his pillow to care. The voicemail greeting engaged with a click.

    "Rwaaaaaaaoooorrr! This is Beastman!" His pre-recorded voice bellowed as he swung his legs out over the side of his bed. "If you're in danger, get to a safe spot, now!" A shiver ran up his spine. His trembling hand hovered over the answer button of his communicator console. "I've missed your call, but if there's a monster on the loose, I'll be racing-!"

    With a deep breath, he jammed his finger into the console. "Rwaaaaaaaooorrrr! This is Beastman!" He hollered.

    "Huh," came a woman's voice, "you really do live your gimmick."

    "This is just who I am, ma'am!" He said. "What can the Beastman do for you?"

    "I'm with the Galactic Federation. We need your monster expertise. There's been an incident in Bianca Town."

    He stood up, stretching his arms briefly. "Bianca Town? Not familiar with that one."

    "We'll send you the co-ordinates. I don't mean to be pushy, but time is a factor. How soon can you be on your way?"

    He silently sat back down on his bed. "I can be geared up and gone in half an hour, ma'am. Beastman is always prepared!"

    "Good. We'll discuss payment on-site. A liaison will meet you there."

    With a click, he was left in silence again. He reached over to his night stand, and popped the lid off a large liquor flask. Taking one deep swig, he shuddered and shivered as his veins stung and burned. Capping the flask again, he stood up and lumbered to the closet against the wall. He opened the great big doors, and a dim light flickered on inside, illuminating his outfit.

    He placed his hand on the bright green helmet. "It's showtime."

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    The Jaws
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    The canopy of the Hyper Speeder slid open, and Beastman nimbly hopped out, landing deftly on the pavement below. "Beastman at your service!" He declared.

    The tall lady in the Federation jumpsuit walked forward with her right hand extended. "Thanks for coming on such short notice," She said, "Hope I didn't wake you up."

    Beastman took her hand in his. "You look familiar," He said. "Wait... Jody Summer?"

    The Federation woman grinned. "I see I've made an impression," she said.

    "About eight inches long on the side of my Hyper Speeder's hull," said Beastman, looking over at his machine.

    Jody shrugged. "We'll call that and the wake-up call even for running me into the rails back in Red Canyon last year. Anyway, back to business?"

    Beastman nodded, and Jody led him to the spot on the streets of Bianca Town that had been cordoned off with a thick yellow tape. A chalk outline lay on the ground of a humanoid figure, with deep splotches of red staining the surrounding asphalt. "A murder?" Asked Beastman, staring at the scene as other Federation officers surveyed the area.

    "A fatal attack," said Jody. "The local civil outfit wanted an autopsy right away. The wounds on our vic- or what's left of him, are consistent with bite marks. Large, sharp bite marks."

    Beastman looked up and studied the surroundings. "A wild animal wanders into town and has a local for a midnight snack," He pondered. "Even for this nothing town in the middle of nowhere, that's a little farfetched. Any witnesses?"

    Jody shook her head. "Nothing. We can get you access to the morgue if you need a look at the vic."

    Beastman wandered off, inspecting the walls of the nearby alley. "That won't be necessary," He said, placing his hand near a large gouge in the metal wall, "I've got enough."

    "Already?" Asked Jody, surprised. "Are you certain?"

    "Positive."

    Then, Beastman lowered his voice.

    "Bio-Rex."

    Jody took a quick glance around before heading into the alley, motioning for Beastman to follow. Once they were alone, she turned to him and whispered, "Take a look at the vic first," she insisted with a near-whisper. "I know you two had a tiff at the Grand Prix, but we need you to do everything you can to rule Bio-Rex out of this."

    Beastman's jaw dropped. "What? Why?"

    Jody closed her eyes and grimaced. Finally, she muttered, "The Federation is... giving Bio-Rex intelligent being designation."

    "You're joking."

    "No, I'm not. The brass decided that he fits all the criteria for being as intelligent a life form as you and I. There hasn't been an announcement yet, but when there is, Bio-Rex will become a citizen under the guard of the Federation, just like the rest of us."

    Beastman paused to swallow the bitter taste in his mouth. "Citizen or not, we can still charge him with murder."

    Jody quickly stole a glace back onto the street before turning back to Beastman. "And that's why we need you to try your best to rule him out. Bio-Rex is intimidating, yes. He's potentially dangerous, yes. But he hasn't done anything illegal- nothing that we're aware of, anyway. If we slap murder charges- cannibalism to boot, on him, the Takorans will latch onto that and start crying discrimination. The Federation will lose any leverage it has at the bargaining table with Takora, and-" Jody paused to lower her voice into a grumble, "and I'm not getting into another shouting match with fucking Octoman again."

    "No, it's him," Beastman insisted, walking back to the gouge on the wall. "Look at this- the height, the angle, the width in the middle- it's consistent with a downward slash from one of his claws. And look! On the ground," Beastman continued, dropping to a knee and placing his hand by a series of grooves in the pavement, "That's Bio-Rex's right foot- his dominant foot, his talons, sitting down into his slashes and swinging for the fences."

    As Beastman stood up again, Jody moved closer to his side. "Look, I don't like the idea of turning a blind eye to any possibility in an investigation, but the Federation won't even consider going after Bio-Rex without absolute proof it was him. And I mean absolute. So unless you can dig up any video records or an entire galactic convoy of witnesses, you're to leave the dinosaur alone. Are we clear?"

    Beastman's teeth began to grind. "We're clear."
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    Default Re: Lil' Bits, from The Asylum

    so i did a little bit more

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    The bottle hit the table with a hollow clink. The last BET race had been run for the night, and the gamblers and drunks were steadily filing out of the lounge. Beastman nudged the mostly empty bottle aside, and fixed his gaze again on the doors to the outside. The loud chatter amongst the departing crowd soon hushed into whispers, as a tall figure in blue stepped into the bar.

    "It's really him!" Came one whisper, "Captain Falcon!"

    Falcon strode over to Beastman's booth, and sat down on the opposite side of the table. "Alright, I'm here," He said. "You're calling in your favor?"

    Beastman nodded. "Nothing too difficult, don't worry. I need you to keep an eye on Bio-Rex."

    Beastman could sense the confusion playing upon Falcon's face under his helmeted mask. "I thought tracking ferocious beasts was your forté."

    Beastman grimaced uncomfortably. "Normally," He said, "But let's just say that I've been put on a leash."

    Falcon put up his hand. "The less I know, the better," he said. Beastman nodded in agreement. "I can track Bio-Rex, but don't count on another favor like this again. Goroh's not always going to be so easily ran off the grand prix podium."

    "Coincidences can happen," Said Beastman, "Keep me updated."

    Falcon nodded and stood, heading for the door. Then, he stopped, and turned to Beastman. "She'll find out," He said. "She always finds out."

    "And I'm sure you'll give her a merry chase."

    Falcon shook his head as he left the bar, and Beastman took one last gulp and finished his beer.
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    Default Re: Lil' Bits, from The Asylum

    And now for something completely different

    With a mighty thump, Raiden's back hit the stone floor of the pyramid. Moaning as his sides felt like they would burst, he looked up through the blood in his eyes at the mountainous figure before him. Shao Kahn, his body radiating the warm glow of Blaze's power, paused at Raiden's feet. "Where are the Elder Gods, Raiden?" He taunted, chuckling quietly as he trudged over Raiden, bending low to grasp Raiden's collar. With an effortless heave, Shao hoisted Raiden up to his level, pulling his face close. "Their pathetic Mortal Kombat shackles me no longer!" He sneered, flecks of spittle dashing across Raiden's cheeks. Winding back his arm, Shao battered Raiden's face with the back of his fist, smacking his knuckles across Raiden's brow back and forth like a paintbrush. With but a flippant wave, Shao sent Raiden flying again, sending him crashing down on the pyramid's plateau.

    "They masquerade as dragons," Shao taunted, closing his fist as his massive warhammer materialized in his hand, "but are mere toothless worms!" Struggling to breathe, Raiden rolled over onto his back, just in time for Shao to plant his foot squarely on his chest, driving what little air remained in his lungs out with a pained gasp. "My venom spreads," Shao continued, raising his arms as Blaze's essence intensified around him. "It is the end of all things- Armageddon!"

    Raiden, still fighting to breathe, wheezed "Stop!"

    Shao, ignoring Raiden's pitiful plea, grinned. "It is done. Your time has passed." He pulled Raiden up again, tossing him away like a broken toy. "Ages wasted in foolish resistance. Now is the dawn of my rule!"

    On his hands and knees, a gleam of light caught Raiden's eye. His amulet, having fallen off his robes during the fight, lay in pieces before him. With the last of his strength, Raiden reached out and grasped a handful of its fragments, and held them in his hands. His eyes beginning to glow, Raiden quietly chanted a desperate spell.

    Shao's grip on his warhammer tightened. "Yes, pray to the worms," He mocked, "as your world ends."

    Sparks of lightning flew from Raiden's hands and into his amulet, as Shao raised his warhammer high above his head. As the Emporer clenched his teeth and began his warhammer's descent, Raiden looked up and uttered, "He must-!"

    Shao Kahn's warhammer smashed into Raiden's forehead, and there was silence.

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    Mortal Kombat: Age of Outworld

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    Thirst stung his throat like daggers. The empty pit in his stomach gurgled again. The chains on his wrists chafed as they rattled, digging further into his raw and bloody skin, holding him upright as his knees had long since failed him. His eyes ached, yearning to see any glimmer of light in the pitch black darkness around him. How long have I been here? He wondered. Months? Years? Millennia? So much of his recent past was a blur, beaten to the brink of death before being hauled to the darkened dungeon. He envied the men of Earthrealm- surely their suffering in his situation would have ended long ago.

    Suddenly, a crack of light pierced the darkness, and he squeezed his eyes shut. As the intense rays penetrated his eyelids, he heard a soft, motherly voice call out to him, "Son of Argus, I have need of you."

    Taven willed his left eye open just a sliver. His blurry vision steadily clearing, he took a short breath before weakly murmuring, "Cetrion?"

    The Elder God, in all her radiance, smiled at him. "Destiny still calls for you, Taven," she said. "There is much ahead for you to accomplish."

    Taven snorted, dismissively. "Accomplish," He muttered. "The realms are shattered, Shao Kahn conquers all, my mother slain and my brother corrupted- I failed!" Taven took a deep, defeated sigh. "What great destiny could possibly be waiting for me?"

    Cetrion drew closer to Taven, the warmth of her divine light washing over him. "Have a care, mortal. Your parents' plan, despite its flaws, was blessed by the Elder Gods," said Cetrion. "You have but one last chance to set the realms right, before all is truly lost."

    Taven looked up, his jaw agape. "How?"

    "That, Taven, is a path best discovered on your own."

    Reaching forward, Cetrion gently touched the shackles that bound him, and with a rattle, the cuffs sprung open. Taven collapsed onto his hands and knees, feeling relief like a decadent dessert for his soul. The radiance in front of him faded, and Taven realized he was alone once again, save for a thin crack of light before him. Hoping against hope, Taven's wobbling legs staggered the rest of him forward, hand outstretched towards the light.
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    Over his impressive 9-year ficcing career he has won 5
    Silver Pencils and 3 Golden Pen awards, and currently holds
    the record for most times won Most Evil Fanficcer (3)

    He's also not above posting stuff about himself in the third person.

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