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satansaloser2005 · 03-17-2009, 09:00 PM

"Hello, my name is Phantom McPhantomPants. You threatened my village. Prepare to die."

--or--

Top ten signs Phantom should use his brain before using his hands. That's what she said.

--or--

"I told you, never trust a monkey! (Erm, duck!)"

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The Phantom crept through the dusty room, stepping over the bodies of several sleeping Downers. One in particular caught his eye, a young girl who appeared to have feathers growing out of her head.

“I've heard of these types,” he muttered under his breath, “infiltrating the escapee groups only to lead the Dark Lord right to us. Well, we'll see how she handles the great Phantom.”

He snuck to the door, nudging her leg, and she stirred slightly, waking just enough to hear him call her name. She hesitantly made her way to the door, seeing him half hidden in the shadow of the door posts, a portion of his face illuminated by the sliver of moon that was out that night.

“What do you want?” she whispered impatiently, picking an odd feather out of her hair.

“I know what you are,” the Phantom replied, “and you have no place here. Leave now and there won't be any trouble.”

“You're just jealous of my sig, aren't you?”

“Of course not,” he shot back. “Okay, maybe a little, but that's not the point. You don't belong here, and no one wants you. Which is to say I don't want you, and I'm the important one, so get out.”

The young woman turned her head back to see her pet sleeping soundly where she had been laying. The little creature let out a contented quack and rolled over. The girl smiled then turned back toward Phantom, her face now bearing significant traces of confusion. “If I leave, they'll find me,” she told him.

“Oh, but I know that's what you want. You want to sneak out at night and....and....go for a swim,” he finished weakly, not really knowing what were-ducks did in their spare time anyway.

“I don't know what you're talking about, but there's no way I'm walking out of the only safe place for miles. And why are you staring at my hair?” she hissed. “What's wrong with you? I'm not leaving, so you may as well shut up and leave me alone.”

“Okay,” he said with a sigh, “you leave me no choice.”

Before she could react the Phantom had whipped out a six-fingered sword. She began to wonder why he had a six-fingered sword in the first place when the man in front of her jabbed the blade into her chest. Her mouth dropped open in shock and horror, but as she slid to the floor the Phantom's smug grin faded and he knelt beside her.

“You....you aren't one of them, are you?”

“No, you idiot,” she replied on a gasp, but before he could respond (or apologize, though he hadn't planned on it anyway) she breathed no more. Sally was dead.

“Well, crap,” Phantom muttered. “There goes my perfect record.”

“Hardly,” a voice from behind him whispered. Phantom stood and turned, his eyes meeting with dripping fangs and a face and hands bearded with feathers.

“Well, crap again,” Phantom said, and the were-ducks pounced upon him.

“Quite fresh, this one,” one of the villains remarked, taking a chunk out of Phantom's leg.

“That's....what....she....said....”

The second baddie slit Phantom's throat, putting him out of his misery.

“Bloody fool.”

“Quite.”

“Breakfast?”

“Sounds lovely. I'll have the ham and some Sally over easy.”

“I don't know. Phantom's bad for your cholesterol.”

The duck had woken by now, and made her way over to her mistress's body, tracking her blood all over the floor. She nibbled Sally's toes, then crossed around to Sally's face and quacked dolefully in her ear. When Sally didn't react Mnemo looked up at the were-ducks.

“Dibs on her heart,” she quacked with a malicious grin, and her minions dragged the bodies outside and feasted until dawn.

The Living
Feanor of the Peredhil
Brinniel
wilwarin538
Shastanis Althreduin
Mirandir
Durelin
Nogrod
Isabellkya
Nerwen
Rikae
Mith
Kath
Lari
Mac
Nienna
Gwathagor
Thinlómien
Legate of Amon Lanc
Nilpaurion Felagund

The Dead
Sally (moddess, stabbed in a case of mistaken identity by a non-six-fingered Phantom on Night 0)
Phantom (narcissist, made into a very unhealthy breakfast on Night 0)

03-17-2009, 09:00 PM	#2
satansaloser2005 The Sweetest Spoiler Join Date: Nov 2007 Location: from beneath you it giggles incessantly Posts: 5,789	Night Zero "Hello, my name is Phantom McPhantomPants. You threatened my village. Prepare to die." --or-- Top ten signs Phantom should use his brain before using his hands. That's what she said. --or-- "I told you, never trust a monkey! (Erm, duck!)" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The Phantom crept through the dusty room, stepping over the bodies of several sleeping Downers. One in particular caught his eye, a young girl who appeared to have feathers growing out of her head. “I've heard of these types,” he muttered under his breath, “infiltrating the escapee groups only to lead the Dark Lord right to us. Well, we'll see how she handles the great Phantom.” He snuck to the door, nudging her leg, and she stirred slightly, waking just enough to hear him call her name. She hesitantly made her way to the door, seeing him half hidden in the shadow of the door posts, a portion of his face illuminated by the sliver of moon that was out that night. “What do you want?” she whispered impatiently, picking an odd feather out of her hair. “I know what you are,” the Phantom replied, “and you have no place here. Leave now and there won't be any trouble.” “You're just jealous of my sig, aren't you?” “Of course not,” he shot back. “Okay, maybe a little, but that's not the point. You don't belong here, and no one wants you. Which is to say I don't want you, and I'm the important one, so get out.” The young woman turned her head back to see her pet sleeping soundly where she had been laying. The little creature let out a contented quack and rolled over. The girl smiled then turned back toward Phantom, her face now bearing significant traces of confusion. “If I leave, they'll find me,” she told him. “Oh, but I know that's what you want. You want to sneak out at night and....and....go for a swim,” he finished weakly, not really knowing what were-ducks did in their spare time anyway. “I don't know what you're talking about, but there's no way I'm walking out of the only safe place for miles. And why are you staring at my hair?” she hissed. “What's wrong with you? I'm not leaving, so you may as well shut up and leave me alone.” “Okay,” he said with a sigh, “you leave me no choice.” Before she could react the Phantom had whipped out a six-fingered sword. She began to wonder why he had a six-fingered sword in the first place when the man in front of her jabbed the blade into her chest. Her mouth dropped open in shock and horror, but as she slid to the floor the Phantom's smug grin faded and he knelt beside her. “You....you aren't one of them, are you?” “No, you idiot,” she replied on a gasp, but before he could respond (or apologize, though he hadn't planned on it anyway) she breathed no more. Sally was dead. “Well, crap,” Phantom muttered. “There goes my perfect record.” “Hardly,” a voice from behind him whispered. Phantom stood and turned, his eyes meeting with dripping fangs and a face and hands bearded with feathers. “Well, crap again,” Phantom said, and the were-ducks pounced upon him. “Quite fresh, this one,” one of the villains remarked, taking a chunk out of Phantom's leg. “That's....what....she....said....” The second baddie slit Phantom's throat, putting him out of his misery. “Bloody fool.” “Quite.” “Breakfast?” “Sounds lovely. I'll have the ham and some Sally over easy.” “I don't know. Phantom's bad for your cholesterol.” The duck had woken by now, and made her way over to her mistress's body, tracking her blood all over the floor. She nibbled Sally's toes, then crossed around to Sally's face and quacked dolefully in her ear. When Sally didn't react Mnemo looked up at the were-ducks. “Dibs on her heart,” she quacked with a malicious grin, and her minions dragged the bodies outside and feasted until dawn. The Living Feanor of the Peredhil Brinniel wilwarin538 Shastanis Althreduin Mirandir Durelin Nogrod Isabellkya Nerwen Rikae Mith Kath Lari Mac Nienna Gwathagor Thinlómien Legate of Amon Lanc Nilpaurion Felagund The Dead Sally (moddess, stabbed in a case of mistaken identity by a non-six-fingered Phantom on Night 0) Phantom (narcissist, made into a very unhealthy breakfast on Night 0) __________________ "My heart always cowers behind the defense of my wit." Friendship is two pals munching on a well-cooked face together. Fenris bookworm. Last edited by satansaloser2005; 03-18-2009 at 12:30 AM.