Post by Dr. Nostra on Dec 11, 2010 8:00:52 GMT -5
* San Francisco, California; the City by the bay. Established as an Outpost by the Spanish in 1776, the gold rush prompted a drastic growth in population, leading it to become the 12th most populated city in these United States.*
* From my position atop one of the golden gates pillars, I can see them down there, over 815, thousand of them. Little dots of body heat, all scurrying about their little lives. Like little ants. Not realizing what is about to reign down upon them... nor realizing why.*
* Their population received a boost as of late. Genetic trash forced to find new accommodations after recent 'renovations' at the school. They welcomed this disease... this PLAGUE into their fair city with open arms. They had fair warning... the scars from which are still evident from my position, yet despite this display of destruction and chaos... what did they do? NOTHING. They ignored the 'lover's spat' that razed downtown. Outrage fizzling out like a candle caught in a breeze until it was of no more concern than a pot-hole on the drive to work!*
* I wonder if it has anything to do with all the Marijuana this state consumes?*
* Humanity is on the precipice of an epidemic... a festering cancer known as Genetic Mutation that ravages the planet.... infesting it with walking weapons of mass destruction. Yet... they choose to either ignore it as one would ignore hair-color, or embrace it... making the blasphemous claim that it is the next stage in human evolution!*
* These insects below me have cast their lot... in their contemptuous embrace of the Mutant condition they have become Traitors to humanity.*
* They must be cleansed*
* I hover here, already ahead of schedule. This has gone far easier than initially anticipated. Integrating my own nanite-based operating systems with the rings still unknown technology took no effort and all. I merely thought and the Ring did the work for me. The same with choosing my army. All I had to do was generate a ring, and it would fly forth, penetrating any barrier before fusing with it's target... re-animating the cadaver into a grisly construct based on my own specifications.*
*Though it isn't as if was being choosy. It was merely a matter of picking through the many skeletons in certain closet... Literally. Culling through the many graves left in their wake to choose a good army of the unliving. While not exactly suited for what the mast...COMMANDER intends, this first wave is enough to keep them pre-occupied until I get what I've come for.*
* And soon enough, the pawns come into play...*
* The very sky tears open before me, as if I had stabbed it open with a blade. A small legion of suitable fodder shambles out, floating before me in various stages of decay, held together by rotting flesh and circuitry, all animated with the Rings power. Casualties from the X-men's campaigns against mutant terrorists and human resistance organizations. The ultimate in 'shock and awe' style warfare. After all, what could be more horrifying than an army of shambling corpses?*
* There are others waiting in the winds... Rooks and knights far too important to waste in the initial assault. But their time will come. There are a few, however, who stand behind me right now. 2 young women who I pulled from the Mansion grounds. Recently departed, their bodies still in that 'juicy' state that causes so many eyes to avert from episodes of CSI. While the one behind me, it took far longer to 'dig him up'. His pox-ridden corpse hidden in a potters field near the ruins of a genetic research facility. His own loin-spawn unwilling to claim the body. One has to be a true cad to earn that much spite from his flock.*
* Exactly what I need to remove the queen from play.*
* I stand confidently before the bulk of contingent for the first wave of these 'Black Lanterns', their cold dark eyes locked upon me, waiting for the order to come.*
[glow=black,3,300]" Hear me Lanterns... you 4 shall strike the city, the Rest... lay in wait until the order is given. Focus your assault on set targets and any other heavy resistance... do not waste time on teenagers who've soiled themselves. We'll have time for them later. [/glow]
* As the bulk of these beasts begin their descent into the bay... I turn my head back toward my 'inner circle'.*
[glow=black,3,300]" Jason, you have your orders. Locate, torment, and devour. You two, engage interference and stay with me."[/glow]
* The corpse gives out a raspy 'affirmative' before he takes to the air, following his brethren from the skies, an illusion going up to block his putrid visage from prying eyes.*
* Those 4 dessicated corpses remain in flight before me... before descending down to the city by the bay. All the while the dark scar behind me growing wider... heralding in the coming storm. I sneer with satisfaction. The fires of 1906... the devastation in 89... even combined not be able to compete with the destruction I intend to sew. But even then... this is only the pre-amble.*
*Once the prize is mine... the real game begins.*