Banned for having 64 posts in 1210 days.
Hokum Member
The man in the moon
- Last Seen: 4 mos ago
- Joined: 9 yrs ago
- Posts: 431 (0.14 / day)
- VMs: 0
-
Username history
- Hokum 9 yrs ago
- ███████ 9 yrs ago
-
Latest 10 profile visitors:
-
Most recent →
AliceAbigail,
TokyoPewPew,
Neziul,
Days,
yobo,
RPHaus,
redrootssss,
i n d i g o,
X Fiendfyre X,
Shifter_Master
Status
Recent Statuses
3 yrs ago
As long as you're accomplishing things then it's good.
8
likes
Bio
. . .
I ' m a w r i t e r
I l i k e i t
I l i k e i t
. . .
Most Recent Posts
A guilt-free night with my neighbors wife.
I just woke up, at 2PM, so much earlier than usual.
Granted, your body dies yet your mind remains alert. You watch powerlessly as they perform an autopsy on you and embalm you, as your loved ones come weeping and view you, as they put you in your coffin and drop you into the earth... soon buried in eternal darkness.
I wish I had a choc chip cookie.
I wish I had a choc chip cookie.
@Oh no my soup
It didn't take long for Magnus to realize something was wrong with his situation, besides being stranded on what he had assumed to be a rogue planet hurling through space. While he stood keeping warm by the heat emanating from beneath the surface, he would have noticed that he was slowly bobbing along with the metallic-like surface of the planet that was, in fact, moving up and down in a pulsating fashion. But why in the hell would the surface of a planet be moving up and down like that?
If Magnus was to now take a more careful look around at his surrounds, he might notice something else peculiar about his situation. He was being watched.
Eyes.
There was an eyes some thirty feet from his position, about the size of a basketball and embedded in the surface of the planet as it turned to gape at Magnus with scrutinizing intrigue. If Magnus was to look around more, he would find other eyes like this scattered about the planet. But the occasional eye wasn’t all to be noticed; some fifty yards off was a mound which resembled a miniature volcano. Out from the top of this mound spewed a heavy mist-like substance that spread out across the ground. What Magnus may not have realized, is that this vaporous substance was the planets way of exhaling its waste, but its own waste was providing a breathable atmosphere. Unfortunately, this atmosphere wasn’t only allowing Magnus to breathe, it was providing a suitable living condition for other life as well, which Magnus was about to find out….
…If realizing this planet was actually a living creature was not enough, several minutes after Magnus arrived a cow-size creature could be seen in the distance. This parasite, which looked a lot like a flea, as seen in this image…
…didn’t pay much mind to Magnus. Instead, it stuck its long stinger into the crust of the planet-size life form and started feeding like a mosquito drinking blood, getting fatter and fatter on the black fluid it was extracting. Sadly, when the parasite penetrated the surface, a deep painful groan could be heard coming from deep inside the planet.
@Quote5
Ernest arrives within viewing range of another space craft. The craft is a little over 15 meters in length:
If earnest was to do a scan of the vessel, he might find that there is still only one life form on board and all ships systems are offline. In fact, the ship looked damaged, possibly from the supernova blast that took place earlier.
Despite the ships systems being down, whoever is on board manages to hail Ernest with a brief distress call. The voice on the other end is female, and might even sound familiar to Ernest….
“Unknown vessel – static – this is Fanny May of the galactic cruiser Jezebel – static – All my systems have been compromised. Are you able – Static – help?”
@Scorpionius
The young lady seems oddly taken aback when the machine started talking, not by the fact that it was actually talking, but the sophisticated manner it spoke by was surprising, if not curiosly appealing to her. She finished off her beer and tossed the bottle carelessly aside, lowering the remote control device to her side as she stepped up close for further analysis.
“Malcolm Swallow, huh?” She reached out with her free hand and gently ran her fingers down his bonnet as if touching something precious for the first time, it might have even appeared a sensual caress to Swallow as she leaned in, narrowing one eye to peer into his headlight. “Why am I turned on right now….”
That said, she took a few steps back, looking over Swallow with what could only be seen as increasing admiration for the machine.
“Call me Fanny. And no, I’ve never heard of you or this… Brecon Beacons before.” She said, and without any warning at all she made a deliberate jerking motion of her arm as her thumb pressed down on the red button of the remote device –
Behind Sir Swallow, beyond where the fissure was now shrinking out of existence, a garage door began to open.
“Get inside,” She told him with a quick toss of her head in direction of the garage; “If Bob finds you out here…” She shakes her head with a roll of her eyes, “You don’t even wanna what will happen to ya. Come.”
With the fissure gone, Fanny leads Swallow into the garage and closes the door behind them. Inside, the garage is huge and filled with all manner of mechanics equipment, but it wouldn’t take long - judging by some of the advanced machinery laying about the place - for Swallow to realize that this world he entered wasn’t as primitive as the wrecking yard outside may have suggested.
“I likely don’t know the planet you’re from. Is Brecon Beacons its name or something like that? Strange name to be honest with ya.” She tells him, as she heads to the fridge to grab another beer. “Anyway,” She turned to Swallow, popping the cap from the beer and takes a drink. “This World is called Promothe. Sure glad they didn’t send you here to capture me again…” Her voice trails off as if she may have made a slip of the tongue. She thinks for a moment, then lifts up her drink as if to offer a toast, and adds: “Can I offer you a drink? Oil change, maybe?”
It didn't take long for Magnus to realize something was wrong with his situation, besides being stranded on what he had assumed to be a rogue planet hurling through space. While he stood keeping warm by the heat emanating from beneath the surface, he would have noticed that he was slowly bobbing along with the metallic-like surface of the planet that was, in fact, moving up and down in a pulsating fashion. But why in the hell would the surface of a planet be moving up and down like that?
If Magnus was to now take a more careful look around at his surrounds, he might notice something else peculiar about his situation. He was being watched.
Eyes.
There was an eyes some thirty feet from his position, about the size of a basketball and embedded in the surface of the planet as it turned to gape at Magnus with scrutinizing intrigue. If Magnus was to look around more, he would find other eyes like this scattered about the planet. But the occasional eye wasn’t all to be noticed; some fifty yards off was a mound which resembled a miniature volcano. Out from the top of this mound spewed a heavy mist-like substance that spread out across the ground. What Magnus may not have realized, is that this vaporous substance was the planets way of exhaling its waste, but its own waste was providing a breathable atmosphere. Unfortunately, this atmosphere wasn’t only allowing Magnus to breathe, it was providing a suitable living condition for other life as well, which Magnus was about to find out….
…If realizing this planet was actually a living creature was not enough, several minutes after Magnus arrived a cow-size creature could be seen in the distance. This parasite, which looked a lot like a flea, as seen in this image…
…didn’t pay much mind to Magnus. Instead, it stuck its long stinger into the crust of the planet-size life form and started feeding like a mosquito drinking blood, getting fatter and fatter on the black fluid it was extracting. Sadly, when the parasite penetrated the surface, a deep painful groan could be heard coming from deep inside the planet.
@Quote5
Ernest arrives within viewing range of another space craft. The craft is a little over 15 meters in length:
If earnest was to do a scan of the vessel, he might find that there is still only one life form on board and all ships systems are offline. In fact, the ship looked damaged, possibly from the supernova blast that took place earlier.
Despite the ships systems being down, whoever is on board manages to hail Ernest with a brief distress call. The voice on the other end is female, and might even sound familiar to Ernest….
“Unknown vessel – static – this is Fanny May of the galactic cruiser Jezebel – static – All my systems have been compromised. Are you able – Static – help?”
@Scorpionius
The young lady seems oddly taken aback when the machine started talking, not by the fact that it was actually talking, but the sophisticated manner it spoke by was surprising, if not curiosly appealing to her. She finished off her beer and tossed the bottle carelessly aside, lowering the remote control device to her side as she stepped up close for further analysis.
“Malcolm Swallow, huh?” She reached out with her free hand and gently ran her fingers down his bonnet as if touching something precious for the first time, it might have even appeared a sensual caress to Swallow as she leaned in, narrowing one eye to peer into his headlight. “Why am I turned on right now….”
That said, she took a few steps back, looking over Swallow with what could only be seen as increasing admiration for the machine.
“Call me Fanny. And no, I’ve never heard of you or this… Brecon Beacons before.” She said, and without any warning at all she made a deliberate jerking motion of her arm as her thumb pressed down on the red button of the remote device –
Behind Sir Swallow, beyond where the fissure was now shrinking out of existence, a garage door began to open.
“Get inside,” She told him with a quick toss of her head in direction of the garage; “If Bob finds you out here…” She shakes her head with a roll of her eyes, “You don’t even wanna what will happen to ya. Come.”
With the fissure gone, Fanny leads Swallow into the garage and closes the door behind them. Inside, the garage is huge and filled with all manner of mechanics equipment, but it wouldn’t take long - judging by some of the advanced machinery laying about the place - for Swallow to realize that this world he entered wasn’t as primitive as the wrecking yard outside may have suggested.
“I likely don’t know the planet you’re from. Is Brecon Beacons its name or something like that? Strange name to be honest with ya.” She tells him, as she heads to the fridge to grab another beer. “Anyway,” She turned to Swallow, popping the cap from the beer and takes a drink. “This World is called Promothe. Sure glad they didn’t send you here to capture me again…” Her voice trails off as if she may have made a slip of the tongue. She thinks for a moment, then lifts up her drink as if to offer a toast, and adds: “Can I offer you a drink? Oil change, maybe?”
@Scorpionius
The words "Long Live the King" echoed, yet become stronger with each repeat, as though cascading in some sort of dark amplifying theater before everything went suddenly quite, just for a moment, and then Sir Swallow found himself spat out onto firm, dirt-ground with the afternoon sun beating down on him. To his left and to his right are rows and rows of tottering piles of lifeless, broken vehicles. Anything of any value had been stripped, leaving their rusted carcasses heaped one on the other and waiting to be fed to the crusher. In the near distance ahead he could see the large metal gate of a high brick wall crowned with rolls of razor wire, and above the gate was a sign that spelled out four red words in graffiti style font, Little Bob's Wrecking Yard
Between himself and the gated exit, however, stood a young, pretty lady with brown shoulder-length hair and green eyes. Despite her obvious beauty - and not that Sir Swallow should care about that detail - she was dressed in well worn black boots, torn blue jeans, and a dirty grey flannelette shirt with sleeves rolled up unevenly. In one hand she dangled a half-drunk bottle of beer, in the other was loosely clutched some variety of remote activation device.
Sir Swallow would have had barely enough time to come to terms with his plot, before the young woman held up the remote device in her hand with a threatening sneer. She angled the device so he could view the red button she was covering with her thumb, then glanced up to the 5 tone wrecking ball hanging in the air directly above him.
"One false move, Metal Head.... Do I make myself clear?"
She then takes a quick swig of her beer, wipes her mouth with the sleeve of the same arm, and has a little giggle before saying more.
"...And here I was minding my own damn business, when right on outa the blue some spatial anomaly opens up and out you come - the most peculiar look'n machine I've ever seen. I've seen a lotta fancy machinery in my life, but you are something quite unique. Now, how about you tell me real calm-like just what you are and what you're doing here in my uncles wrecking yard, and maybe I'll think about not dropping that big bad ball of steel on ya."
The stockpile of cars on either side of Swallow are close, leaving him very little room to move from side to side. Behind him remains the open fissure, though it remains slowly closing. The only other direction was straight ahead where the young lady stood on the narrow dirt road that led to the gate.
@Quote5
After escaping any real damage from the Supernova blast by... uh... unknown means, and while interacting with his navigational systems to seek out an inhabited planet or space station, another transmission from an unknown source is received by Ernest's communication systems. The voice once again is feminine and speaking in an unknown dialect, but repeating the same words as before: "Dorsin ost halit."
As the transmission is then terminated by its own doing, Ernest's navigational sensors detects a structure several lightyears away from his position. The structure is too small to be a planet and mostly metallic based, but they indicate that a single life-form exists within the structure. If Ernest attempts to bring up an image of the structure at that distance he will fail. If he chooses, he could just go there and investigate the source of the readings to find out what it is.
The words "Long Live the King" echoed, yet become stronger with each repeat, as though cascading in some sort of dark amplifying theater before everything went suddenly quite, just for a moment, and then Sir Swallow found himself spat out onto firm, dirt-ground with the afternoon sun beating down on him. To his left and to his right are rows and rows of tottering piles of lifeless, broken vehicles. Anything of any value had been stripped, leaving their rusted carcasses heaped one on the other and waiting to be fed to the crusher. In the near distance ahead he could see the large metal gate of a high brick wall crowned with rolls of razor wire, and above the gate was a sign that spelled out four red words in graffiti style font, Little Bob's Wrecking Yard
Between himself and the gated exit, however, stood a young, pretty lady with brown shoulder-length hair and green eyes. Despite her obvious beauty - and not that Sir Swallow should care about that detail - she was dressed in well worn black boots, torn blue jeans, and a dirty grey flannelette shirt with sleeves rolled up unevenly. In one hand she dangled a half-drunk bottle of beer, in the other was loosely clutched some variety of remote activation device.
Sir Swallow would have had barely enough time to come to terms with his plot, before the young woman held up the remote device in her hand with a threatening sneer. She angled the device so he could view the red button she was covering with her thumb, then glanced up to the 5 tone wrecking ball hanging in the air directly above him.
"One false move, Metal Head.... Do I make myself clear?"
She then takes a quick swig of her beer, wipes her mouth with the sleeve of the same arm, and has a little giggle before saying more.
"...And here I was minding my own damn business, when right on outa the blue some spatial anomaly opens up and out you come - the most peculiar look'n machine I've ever seen. I've seen a lotta fancy machinery in my life, but you are something quite unique. Now, how about you tell me real calm-like just what you are and what you're doing here in my uncles wrecking yard, and maybe I'll think about not dropping that big bad ball of steel on ya."
The stockpile of cars on either side of Swallow are close, leaving him very little room to move from side to side. Behind him remains the open fissure, though it remains slowly closing. The only other direction was straight ahead where the young lady stood on the narrow dirt road that led to the gate.
@Quote5
After escaping any real damage from the Supernova blast by... uh... unknown means, and while interacting with his navigational systems to seek out an inhabited planet or space station, another transmission from an unknown source is received by Ernest's communication systems. The voice once again is feminine and speaking in an unknown dialect, but repeating the same words as before: "Dorsin ost halit."
As the transmission is then terminated by its own doing, Ernest's navigational sensors detects a structure several lightyears away from his position. The structure is too small to be a planet and mostly metallic based, but they indicate that a single life-form exists within the structure. If Ernest attempts to bring up an image of the structure at that distance he will fail. If he chooses, he could just go there and investigate the source of the readings to find out what it is.
Updated my character sheet to now include my 4th character.
If anyone is wondering how these fissures work (since I may not have made it clear in my post), they are pretty much just cracks in the wall of space-time. Where the other fissures exist, whether or not you want your character to find one, or what's on the other side of any of them is up to you.
@GoldHero101
While Gold is preparing Spaghetti in the central universe space station named "The Proto Station", which was constructed many millennia ago by a long forgotten race of space travelling hobbits, the television screen on the main wall of the kitchen comes alive with the latest intergalactic news broadcast.
"Hello all you citizens of the Universe!" Blurted the chubby and jolly pink colored Octopod on screen; "This is Channel 0 News and I'm your host, Frank Feelsalot! Breaking news from the Gamma quadrant of the Sudo galaxy today: Seven billion Quatis citizens are reported DEAD after everyone's beloved Hany's Ribbon ripped through their solar system and left NOTHING in its wake. Rest In Peace you seven billion Quatis freaks! This news report has been brought to you by your favorite morning cereal, Quantum flakes!"
With the latest news flash over, the television screen goes black again.
@Scorpionius@Quote5@Oh no my soup
As the newly revived Ernest draws curiously closer to Hany's Ribbon - completely unaware of its formidable danger - he receives a transmission via his communication systems. The Transmission derives from an unknown source, but is composed of just a few words from an unknown, yet somewhat benign female voice, stating: "Dorsin ost halit."
Just minutes after the transmission is terminated, Hany's Ribbon makes contact with the Quatis sun. The contact causes the sun to swell like a balloon to twice its former size before going supernova. The titanic explosion causes a shock-wave that, as any able space adventurer knows, is enough to obliterate any matter in its path for many lightyears in all directions.
While the sun explodes into its new and fleeting state of existence, Hany's Ribbon Burrows back into a subspace dimension and vanishes. Its work at this point in time and space is done.
However, the force of the supernova in combination with Hany's Ribbon burrowing back into subspace at the same exact moment, creates multiple distortion at random points in space-time throughout the universe:
One of these points is on a planet much alike Earth some 50,000,000 lightyears away from the explosion, where a certain Vehicular entity by the name of Sir Malcolm Swallow is suddenly confronted by a fissure in the atmosphere ahead. It's like the air itself has developed a crack several meters in length, out from which a violent blast of wind rushes through the surrounding landscape with enough force to bring down trees. When the burst of wind dies down, the fissure that displays only darkness within, begins to slowly but noticeably close. What lies on the other side of this fissure is yet to be discovered....
Another one of these distortions is actually a different type of event that manifests in the form of a “mirrored occurrence”. In effect, another planet at some other point in space far, far away, undergoes the same devastation as Quatis. On this particular planet a small group of individuals - namely Ethel, Mariachi, the sunglasses guy, the Bornak, the silver man, Magnus, a statue and a phone - escape the planets destruction on a bus-size space craft. Soon after their escape, their craft runs into an asteroid that causes the passengers to be sucked into space. Fortunately for them, another fissure opens up in the fabric of space nearby. This fissure is a little different than the one that Sir Malcolm Swallow encountered, though. Instead of expelling force, this fissure starts sucking in everything within a 500 mile radius of it. What exists on the other side of this fissure could be the place in the universe where the Quatis solar system no longer exists, but where a sentient spaceship named Ernest may or may not have survived the titanic explosion of a supernova. Or, maybe, what exists on the other side of this fissure is another place entirely….
Several other similar distortions in space-time occurred at random places throughout the universe when the Quatis sun went supernova, but where exactly these distortions take place are yet to be determined by... whomever may find them.
@Zyngard
I see you made a character sheet, but most of it is incomprehensible to read and kinda feels like a lot of information is actually missing. At this point I don't even know so much as the characters name or description. Did you copy/paste all the information you intended to post? Anyway, I'm sure it'll be fine once you fix it up, so... Accepted!
@Quote5
If you want to leave your character susceptible to that sort of interaction, which makes sense since he is a vessel, then that's fine. Yes. In any case, I should really start preparing a GM post that may or may not assist a few of your characters atm ;)
I see you made a character sheet, but most of it is incomprehensible to read and kinda feels like a lot of information is actually missing. At this point I don't even know so much as the characters name or description. Did you copy/paste all the information you intended to post? Anyway, I'm sure it'll be fine once you fix it up, so... Accepted!
@Quote5
If you want to leave your character susceptible to that sort of interaction, which makes sense since he is a vessel, then that's fine. Yes. In any case, I should really start preparing a GM post that may or may not assist a few of your characters atm ;)
© 2007-2026