Oh Marvelous Mod (ohmarvelousmod) wrote in oh_marvelous, @ 2010-10-31 08:28:00 |
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It's our town, everybody scream-
Characters: Open to EVERYBODY Event officially closed to new posts, now finish your threads in here :)
Setting: Dusk until dawn in a tiny Connecticut town
Content: Demons and probably violence and grossness
Summary: So this little town is overrun by demons and you've got to stop them from destroying too much and killing too many people and leaving the town to wreak their havoc on the rest of the world.
Notes: The demons can look however you'd like them too, I'm sure they're pretty diverse, so be creative. You can have that scary sucker from Fantasia's Night on Bald Mountain or gross fire spitting toad things or the love child from a vodka fueled evening between a Dementor and a Ring Wraith, whatever.
In addition to being super strong and able to manifest hellfire to burn things, these pleasant critters can also possess humans and superheroes alike (for the humans, think super strength and weird acrobatics and grossness ala the Exorcist). In addition to worrying about the demons murdering people, you've got to try not to murder possessed people. As for yourselves, if you choose to be possessed, you can fight other heroes and go on a rampage. The only way to exorcise a demon (or so it goes in the Marvelverse) is extreme pain, so bear that in mind for getting rid of your personal demons. Conveniently Luckily for all, the portal will only remain open from dusk until dawn, so you're technically only having to deal with demons for a single night. You can use this as a backdrop for actual character plot, an arena for some good old fashioned ass kicking, or you can totally ignore it and do your own Halloween threads elsewhere. The possibilities, they are endless.
You have two weeks to tag yourselves in, in two weeks I'll be writing up a wrap up tag and posting it into the thread, so try to get whatever characters you want in by then. Let's try to avoid any empty hanging threads. If you see an empty thread that's ota, tag there rather than make a new one. This might give you a chance to interact with a character you've never played with before, nothing brings heroes together like fighting off hellspawn. If your tag is meant for someone specific, put who it's open to in your subject line, if it's open for anyone put OTA. You can be involved in more than one thread, and if you're joining a thread in progress with two or more players, make sure you check with them before you throw your character in.
Enjoy your demonic sandbox and Happy Halloween!
In this small boring Connecticut town, there was nothing the locals looked forward to more than Halloween. Sure, other holidays were all right, but Halloween was something special. For adults, the holiday meant themed parties and spiked punch. To younger kids Halloween was staying up late and dressing up and bags full of delicious sugar to have them bouncing off the walls for hours. Older kids had their ghost stories and vandalism and dares, and these three activities came together yearly in the convergence of neighborhood kids in the backyard of the dilapidated house at the end of Baker Street. Most of the year, it was considered a blight on the community and now and then councils were formed to discuss what to do about it but at Halloween it was transformed by childish minds into a quintessential horror house. The place was replete with creaky floorboards and host to rats. It needed a fresh coat of paint and the lawns would've benefited from a thorough mowing. The sunken pit in back was, kids were sure, actually a graveyard and the wind that shrieked through rattling tree branches was obviously the tortured screams of the souls who haunted the house. It even boasted its own witch, an elderly woman who had lived there for as long as anyone could remember (and the main obstacle, really, to having the old house demolished). Parents and grandparents alike could tell tales of the crone and her hatred for polite society and her particular dislike of children. The more whimsical storytellers fashioned her into a cruel old witch, crooked over a bubbling cauldron and collecting kids to steal their souls.
True or not, the stories stuck and so, year after year, the woman endured the town's youth egging her windows, toilet papering the trees in the yard, and trying to actually sneak into her house in order to have the honor amongst their peers of being the bravest kid in Connecticut. This year was no exception and, when the sun went down, the first of the night's mayhem began when a group of boys crept around the house to its front porch. Several minutes of whispered council commenced until it was decided that the smallest among them, Johnny Hudson, would be the one to mount the stairs on the front porch and wriggle through the panes of one of the broken windows. Having wussed out the previous year and now having reached the most auspicious age of thirteen, Johnny would take the challenge with all the bravado he could manage. He had gained some points with his friends by dressing up for Halloween as his favorite superhero- Nick Fury- and completing this dare would certainly rocket him to bad ass status. Bolstered by the encouragement, and equally propelled by the jeers, of his friends Johnny inched across the yard to the crumbling porch steps. His friends waited, watchful, near the sidewalk. If Johnny failed, he was never going to live this down. Once was acceptable and even understandable but twice and he deserved to become the pariah of the sixth grade class and possibly the entire school, if word got around.
Johnny got as far as the first step when a sound like thunder cracked the air and the windows of the house were lit up by a sudden eerie crimson light. The sound and the glow faded quickly, followed by a deathly hush and stillness. Not even the wind whispered now and all the kids near the gate were stunned into silence. Little Johnny was wavering between continuing or bolting- consequences to his social standing be damned- when the front door blasted open and a shadow detached from the darkness within. A creature hovered, tall and wraithlike, reeking of sulfur. It slowly blinked red eyes at Johnny and sucked rattling breaths into a mouth he couldn't see. Johnny pushed the eye-patch from his eye and then stood frozen in a stare down with the beast. Johnny only moved when a howl broke from within the house, and then he turned to run. Dressing up like Nick Fury clearly hadn't made him a bad ass and maybe he should've gone as Captain America or Spider-Man or something because one would think they wouldn't have ended up having their arm ripped out of its socket and then been disemboweled like Johnny very shortly was. His friends went screaming and pounding away down the pavement as disgusting snarling monsters poured forth from the house and into the street. It was going to be a hell of a Halloween.