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    Re: Roller Coaster Of Love

    Post by Fear on Fri Jul 17, 2015 7:03 pm

    It wasn't Jared, friend. And to answer your question - "Maybe."

    Ah, but that was enough harassment for their precious ticket attendant. The murderous glare lessened (somewhat) in Judge Fear's ethereal eyes and he (rather begrudgingly) put away his golden firearm. "Thisss gun-wielding, mind-reading, sssmelly old bassstard isss well aware that you did not explicitly asssk for proof," he rasped. But the Dark Judge figured to give it anyway, because why not? He would have hissed something further along those lines had not Kev decided to move things forward. At the entrance already...? Judge Fear gave the ticket attendant one last look, a hard stare, and shambled on his way toward the scaly bugger. Oh look, a military man at the gates! Kev (like the goober he was) saluted back, though he hadn't served a single minute in any unit. Tasteless, friend, tasteless. Judge Fear rectified the situation by responding with a rigid salute of his own, the ghoul still very much in uniform. Moving onward, it was time to admire just what, exactly, sinners found so fascinating about amusement parks.

    Roller coasters...

    Eateries with tantalizing morsels...

    Screams of laughter of excited fright...

    A lot of it, if not everything, was lost on the Dark Judge. He merely glanced around and hissed, "Whatever ssscaresss you the mossst." What a guy, that Judge Fear.
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    Re: Roller Coaster Of Love

    Post by Kev on Mon Jul 20, 2015 6:00 pm

    "Maybe...?" The young man parroted, staring blankly back at the Dark Judge. What in the World does that mean?! He didn't recall asking any questions...of course, there was always the burning questions surging within his brain. But frankly he had many questions he hadn't been voicing, so what was the 'maybe' directed at? The attendant let out a sigh of relief as Fear put away his gun, only to clamp his mouth shut in alarm. Teeth clicked against each other as a few more beads of sweat rolled down his dark skin. Perhaps referring to this guy by a slew of unflattering terms in his thoughts was a bad move, what with the telepathy and all. The 'bastard' in question openly recited every last word of the attendant's thoughts, obviously quite unpleased. "V-very sorry, sir! Of course, sir! T-the customer is always right!" Especially when they were a devilishly handsome and talented, totally young and not at all old man of mysterious descent! Much better then that other stuff, right? Right?! The scaly guy began to leave, but his friend took a bit longer to follow. At the cold, hard stare from the light of Fear's helm, the attendant began to lower himself down, ducking behind the counter until only his eyes and the top of his head could be seen. Finally, the corpse had gone and the attendant plopped onto the ground of the booth in an unceremonious fashion, limbs splayed about haphazardly. He laid there until he was eventually found by Jared, who would receive no explanation for his coworker's odd behavior.

    Kev stared up at the Judge in an almost expectant manner, waiting to hear what final decision the Judge would make! Judge Fear glanced about as best he could, and ultimate tossed the decision back Kev's way. "Whatever scares me the most?" The alien almost snorted, waving a hand. "Unluckily for you, I don't see anything that scares me." Not unless a high cholesterol and greasy foods were frightening. The rides he could see from here seemed tame enough. A simple roller coaster track, a Ferris wheel...the heights may seem scary at first, but ultimately, a Ferris wheel was slow. "Hmm..." He glanced around, before his eyes spotted something of interest! Primarily, a drawn representation of the park on a board. A helpful star titled 'YOU ARE HERE' indicated that anyone looking at the map was near the entrance. "I'll be right back!" The slim alien jogged ahead, bobbing and weaving around the crowds of people. Slipping around people easily, he approached the map, which thankfully also held paper versions of the map. They would be more useful then the giant board versions around the park. Plucking a map for themselves, he slunk back over to Fear and showed the map to him, holding it out so they could both see it. "Here, this ought to help."

    Now let's see...his pupils darted between the written directory on the side of the image and the map itself, looking for anything that would actually scare him. Arcade games, no. Spinning little tea cup ride, no. The Superstructure of Suspense? Eh...looked over-rated. Several more roller coasters with a lot of spins and loop-de-loops were a lot more promising, yet so far away. Finally, his eyes found a spooky house on the map, and he lifted a hand to press a finger right to it. "Oh look, there's a haunted house ride! See?" He lifted it up for Fear to look, or grab. "That looks pretty scary. It's on a path that's up ahead some, so it's not all the way across the park or anything like some of the bigger roller coasters are. We could even work our way over there and sample some of the rides on the way." He looked up at the undead man for confirmation.


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    Re: Roller Coaster Of Love

    Post by Fear on Fri Jul 24, 2015 5:04 pm

    The customer is always right, huh? "Only the law and itsss dutiful ssservantsss are ever right, sssinner." And that flattery was getting you closer to having your head vented... How fortunate for the ticket attendant that Kev had already ferried them off into the gates.

    "I'll be right back!"

    You know what that was code-word for, Kev?

    No sooner had the alien gone zipping away (no doubt to make himself an annoyance or some such) the Dark Judge had already decided to go wandering off. After all, why not? It had been only thirty seconds and the ghoul noticed an appalling level of criminal activity within this so-called amusement park. His immediate sights were drawn to an alarming level of noise pollution. Look at these screaming beasts of children, look! Judge Fear was nearly stepped on by a pair of running brats. Ugh, the sheer commotion these things were producing was enough to warrant judicial attention. Maybe if he snatched one... or two... or three... Think anyone would notice? Nah, they would make a few more within the year. Leathery hands darted out like coiled vipers and two very confused children were snatched from their precious game of tag.

    Yoink!

    "What isss the meaning of thisss tomfoolery? Why do you run around like essscaped convictsss and do not watch where you are going?" he demanded sternly. Something, something about having fun or playing make-believe. Eh, the mind of a child was a silly place. The Dark Judge did not linger too long in their heads. "You are being a nuisssance to thossse around you, with your haplessss running and your obnoxioussss ssshrieking; both of which are a ssserioussss offenssse. I hereby sssentence you to - " Oh hang on, were those teenagers over there making out? "...Mmm."

    They most certainly were, and Judge Fear already knew what had to be done. He shambled over toward the lip-locked pair and made himself right at home. "What isss thisss?" he hissed. The two children in his rancid hands quietly squirmed, wide eyes staring up at the older juves. "You are being rude by exposssing onlookersss to your persssonal disssplaysss of affection. It isss unwanted and no one desssiressss to sssee or hear it." Such inconsideration in the youths of today, alas. To express his displeasure and to "spook" the juves out of their abhorrent habits, the young couple suddenly found an astonished child in each of their arms. "Thisss isss what happensss when you make with the lovey-dovey: you get insssufferable headachesss!" So do him yourselves a favour and di - ?

    Littering adult, four o'clock.

    "..." Judge Fear suddenly had a new fixation to occupy himself with. "Excussse me. I will be back to purge you after I have finissshed with thisss lawbreaker. Do not move." And off he went, shambling toward the unwitting male suspect with righteous intent. The pudgy fellow didn't know what hit him as the world was suddenly turned on its head, up becoming down and down becoming up.

    PLUNK!

    He did however become quite intimate with the odorous innards of a half-filled trash receptacle.

    "Littering isss a dessspicable offenssse," hissed the ghoul, slight indifference within his otherworldly voice. Eh, littering was also an offense that didn't offer much exhilaration. A rather boring offense, really. Still, it gave them an excuse to purge and he was much looking forward to sending this man's soul off into the - oh, now where did the juves go!? "Mrrrrgh..." Judge Fear promptly forgot about his rotund offender and went along his irritable way, ghostly eyes feverishly scouring this sinful, over-saturated landscape for his four ne'er-do-wells. Hadn't he instructed the lot to stay right where they -

    "Here, this ought to help."

    ...Huh?

    For some reason, there was this... scaly bugger talking to him. Judge Fear almost had half a mind to tell the little meddler to scram before the familiarity settled in. "...Oh. Hi, Kev." Ehhhhhh. Could this day possibly get any worse?

    "Oh look, there's a haunted house ride! See?"

    You might not be able to see it, Kev, but the look on the Dark Judge's face spoke volumes. A rigid hand lifelessly took the map from Kev's possession and the ghoul slowly lowered his gaze to better read; which, honestly, he couldn't get a good enough look no matter what angle he chose. Judge Fear did notice the cartoonish drawing of a spooky house, though. What next, a gang of kids and one meddling dog? "..." You know what? Fine. He silently folded up the map and firmly pressed it against the alien's chest, shambling away toward the, "quote on quote", haunted house ride.

    There had better not be any cheesy zombies on this thing, Kev...
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    Re: Roller Coaster Of Love

    Post by Kev on Sun Aug 02, 2015 5:35 pm

    The darling Judge Fear and his escapades with the sinners of the amusement park had thankfully gone unnoticed by Kev's vigilant eyes. Those vigilant eyes had been put to good use finding a map they could use in this place, and then put back to good use to find the Judge once he'd found it. Though the Judge had not been where Kev had left him, it hadn't been noticed. At least, not noticed consciously. After all, with this crowd? Perhaps the Judge had merely been pushed around by the other moving bodies, like a stray leaf lost to the river. Though the Judge's lithe and sturdy body was in the middle of some long legged lurch towards a destination before the alien had managed to grab his attention. It couldn't be anything like murder though, right? Surely the Judge didn't think he could murder anybody in this crowd! Kev gave only a cursory glance to some bloke in a trashcan a few feet away before facing the Dark Judge.

    Judge Fear wrote:"...Oh. Hi, Kev."

    "..." Kev pulled his head back, eyes wide. What was with the tone, as if he were surprised? Had he already forgotten why they were here? "Hi, Judge Fear." Did he need a reminder, or just a few moments for his brain to catch up? Any sign of annoyance ebbed away, it wasn't Fear's fault if he forgot, after all, and the alien merely bounced upon his heels lightly as the Judge took the map for himself. The ghoul had gone deathly quiet (hehe), peering down at the attraction on the map before he folded it up and shoved it back into Kev's chest. "Oof..." The scaly man reached up with both hands to grab it, before he followed on Fear's heels. "Lead the way, Fear. Lead the way!" Seems Fear didn't like Kev's choice. But why? He didn't specify, he had only asked for what looked scariest. What looked scarier then a seemingly haunted house?

    Upon the main path they walked, cement beneath their feet baking underneath the sun. Along the way, they passed many a kiosk, each one offering cool refreshments, or shiny little toys for beleaguered parents to use as distractions for their children. Along the way, Kev couldn't help but notice just how many places this place had where someone could buy some food. Suppose it was only when you and the person you were with both could not eat, that you noticed such things. Also along the way were a few rides that were meant for the younger guests, rides that lifted them up to a high, yet safe level and merely turned them in a circle. Some had them riding on animals of some kind, the other, a fake kite. None were the ride the two were looking for, though the first hint that they had found their attraction was the fog that came with the wind, passing them by. The fog had come from an open path that branched off from the main one, two gothic gargoyle fence posts on either side of it and a wooden fence arching above that read 'Haunted House'. Past the opening lay a house that looked to be two stories tall. It was quite dusty, cob webs lingering around the windows, and in the front 'yard' of the house lay several tombstones. If one looked like, they'd see the names of several horror movie icons, or silly names such as 'Al Coholic' and 'Sue E. Cide'. The entrance was two wooden, open doors. Above the doorway lay a black vampire bat with wings outstretched and mouth gaping wide with shiny teeth, and even a bit of blood stained in its mouth. Above the bat lay a sign with the same message as the one above the fence. Ambient music emanating from hidden speakers in the bushes blared out organ music and the haunted 'OoooOOOoo's of ghosts. A howl or two of wolves also sounded before it looped back to the organ music.

    Kev took in every detail with his large eyes. "You know, I never noticed this place here before. Think it's new?" It didn't have quite the look and smell of a new attraction, perhaps just a recycled one from one of the dimensions that had been destroyed. Brought here like everyone else. The alien turned to his companion, shoving the map into his knapsack. "I think it looks fun." What say you, honorable Dark Judge Fear?


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    Re: Roller Coaster Of Love

    Post by Fear on Sat Aug 08, 2015 4:20 pm

    Oh no, definitely not murder. Pfft, are you kidding?

    Judge Fear bothered one last glance at the rotund man and his flailing legs, mannerisms quite... casual. This could be a good thing or a bad thing. "He tripped," was the fiend's effortless fib. That's right, that's right. This poor individual, who had just littered and was undoubtedly in the makings of becoming a hopeless criminal, had become tangled by his own two feet and somehow landed in this convenient trash receptacle. Don't ask, Kev, don't ask. The universe was a strange place, after all. Now... to find your tacky little haunted house and be done with it.

    Let it be said that one should not allow a Dark Judge to lead the way; usually ended with lots and lots of death. Today, however, was of a far cheerier sort. Rather than burst hearts with his fatal gaze or throw a few mantraps into the iniquitous masses, Judge Fear was in no mood to expend the effort. He simply reached out with his grotesque hands, fingernails stained yellow with rot, and shoved aside whomever had the sole misfortune of being in his way.

    Men, women, children... even the elderly were not spared from a rough push.

    One bozo thought himself immune to the law's advances and even went so far as to directly oppose yours truly - arrogance was most unbecoming. A bored glance noted the youth's athletic build when the young man approached. Oh look, a jockey.  

    "Hey, asshole, are you just gonna - "

    Whump!

    Short answer: yes.

    And there the fellow went, sent effortlessly flying several meters to the left by the disinterested Dark Judge's palm. The display of supernatural strength was fortunately enough to keep everyone else at bay, just how Judge Fear preferred it. He ignored the startled looks and astonished stares, passing by several colourful food stalls and their appetizing wares. The latter didn't even register one iota, his dulled senses oblivious to the myriad of treats synonymous with carnivals and fairgrounds. It wasn't like Kev could appreciate the golden-brown batter of a corn dog, the same as how his leather-clad friend didn't appreciate those gaudy gargoyle effigies over yonder.

    Sigh... looks like they found the haunted house, alright.

    Yippee!

    Leathery feet begrudgingly stopped short in front of the cheap things and Judge Fear flicked a rigid finger against one's speckled snout. The echo produced was... well, it was suitably less than thrilling to hear. "...Plassstic?" he snorted, incredulous. Of course it was, of course it was... The "haunted house" was doubtfully any better.

    It was every much as one expected a generic haunted house attraction to be, hastily erected with a cardboard disguise and spray-painted with your average Halloween imagery. Ghosts, werewolves, vampires, and... you guessed it, zombies. The bulbous knuckles in Judge Fear's hands loudly cracked as he balled his fists. You know how he felt about zombies, Kev. Organ music was the icing on this cliched cupcake and was perhaps, along with the mechanically-produced fog, the least offensive thing here. Ugh, but those pathetic excuses for groans and moans of the deceased...! No. No, everything was pretty much unacceptable about this.

    "I think it looks fun."

    Oh goodie.

    This is the part where Judge Fear slooowly rests a hand over his helm's ocularia, perhaps unbelieving of his incredibly bad luck as he begins to tiredly rub at his metal brow. Tasteless, Kev, tasteless! You don't bring a supernatural creature (in this case, a spirit inhabiting a corpse) to a stereotypical haunted house ride and expect them to experience the same amount of thrill. Give the fiend a moment, bless him. He was silently weeping at the garish caricatures that were his unlife; the insensitive exaggerations of a sinner's misconception of the otherworldly.

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    Re: Roller Coaster Of Love

    Post by Kev on Fri Aug 14, 2015 2:34 am

    Judge Fear must have noticed Kev's glance to the man in the trash can because suddenly the Judge provided an explanation. "Tripped?" He turned back to the man, whose legs were kicking rather frantically. For someone who had tripped, he sure had landed in just the right way inside of that can to lodge himself in there...the alien squinted his eyes and arched a brow at the Judge. "Tripped...riiiight. Of course he tripped." Kev had his eyes on you, Judge Fear. He had his eyes on you. As for the man in the can, it seemed he was doomed to a life inside the metal receptacle. Perhaps the man ought to get used to the smell of sun-baked food goods, as it was all he would find inside. ...Or some good Samaritans would help the man out, Samaritans that were not an alien or a Dark Judge as they were already on their way!

    In hindsight, perhaps asking Fear to lead was a bad move. As they began to make their way down the path, Kev found that it was rather easy to navigate through this busy crowd! Easier then it usually was in fact. Of course...it was easier because the Judge marched forward like a bulldozer and used his hands to part the way. Judge Fear's hands were the scythe and the people in the crowd were like wheat, all were parted and shoved away to clear a path. Behind the looming Judge came Kev, who's steps were quick and light. The alien glanced at the people who were mowed down, adults, children...even old people. He winced, and gave them a small wave. "Excuse us! Have a good day at the park!" On one hand, this method obviously made their journey shorter and more direct. On the other...wow those people looked upset. Particularly upset was a young man who decided to walk right up to the two of them and play a game of chicken.

    "Hey, asshole, are you just gonna - "

    Aaaand there he go. Kev's head followed the young man as his body flew wildly to the left, eyes narrowed. That gentleman would not be receiving any waves or excuses, not even an apologetic glance. He had, after all, approached them with hostile intent. So long as no one was getting killed by Fear's bulldozing, that man could mind his own business, as far as Kev was concerned. The show of strength was enough to scare the rest of the people in the vicinity, parting to form a much more open path for them to travel through. The alien ignored the stares, eyes focused on Fear's back instead. The world was momentarily closed out, startled gazes avoided. Just focus on the shiny leather onesie Fear wore...though the alien's attention was distracted by the smells of the food. His head perked up and the alien gave the air a few generous sniffs before continuing to follow Fear.

    Though Kev was rather impressed by the setup for the haunted house, Fear was...not. The Judge examined the gargoyle fence posts, giving one a flick and seeming quite disappointed to find that the things were made of plastic. "Hm?" Kev reached across to give the gargoyle a poke of his own. Indeed, it carried a feeling of plastic. If Fear were to jab his talon into this 'statue', it would have pierced through it like paper. The grey coloring of the gargoyle also looked to be caused by a spray can... "That's a little disappointing, but it's just a fence post." The Judge's reactions only became more and more unimpressed. Joints crackled as both hands curled into fists, and rather then give a vocal answer, the Judge merely reached a hand up to rest it over the holes where his eyes poked through. Didn't have to be a mind reader to figure that one out...

    "...Just give it a chance, you never know. Maybe you'll have fun." The alien shrugged. Hey, it wasn't that bad! And he didn't see a single zombie! Though now that he looked, he could see a few gnarled, green limbs sticking out of the ground in front of the tombstones...he chuckled sheepishly and turned to the Judge. "Well...you never know if you don't try, right?" It deserved a chance, and if the haunted house proved to be as gaudy as Fear thought it was, they could always just never come back to it! The alien waved for the Judge and began to step forward through the fence entrance.

    AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-

    An earsplitting scream suddenly sounded over the speakers. At the same time, a blur of white suddenly descended down from the tree line and came to a stop in front of the two. "Ah-!" Startled, the alien reached back for Fear and latched onto the Judge's skeletal arm. As the startled feeling ebbed away, Kev released Fear and raised a brow at the thing that had startled him so. It resembled a white kite, a tattered white sheet with a gaping, torn face in the fabric. A string came down from the trees, where it had lingered almost out of view, and the other end of the sting was attached to the back of the sign, leaving the 'ghost' to dangle above the heads of entering patrons. "Well that's a little cheap..." Maybe 'scary' at first but definitely cheesy. And Kev wasn't sure if it was the good kind of cheesy...


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    Re: Roller Coaster Of Love

    Post by Fear on Sat Aug 22, 2015 6:51 pm

    "Tripped; a sssimple passst tenssse of the verb, trip: to ssstumble or misssstep. Tripped; T-R-I-P-P-E-D. Did I ssstutter, Kev?" And just like that, the alien had consumed a week's worth of salt from yours truly. Judge Fear personally had better things to do (like purging sinners and griping about his rotten luck) than to further educate a tree savage and his skeptical nature. The irritable old codger largely blocked out any and all distractions before their previously aforementioned arrival at the, sigh... "haunted house". There was no psychic technique in all existence to ignore such overbearing tackiness in one confined area.

    "...Just give it a chance, you never know. Maybe you'll have fun."

    Oh, Kev.

    Oh precious, naive, stupid Kev... If you value your innards exactly where they are, you'll do good by keeping a metaphorical lid on it. Also, pay attention for the fake ghost on your way through the en -

    AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-

    - trance... Eh, never mind. A quiet sigh escaped the Dark Judge's fetid lips, wherever they were, and he tried not to throttle the alien's neck out of sheer aggravation. "Kev..." he wearily hissed, "do be mindful of where you sssstep, yessss? Thissss isss, after all, a haunted housssse at an amusssement park. Cheap thrillsss and booby trapsss ssshall be plentiful." And, if the ghoul was lucky, Kev would suffer a premature heart attack before the ripe old age of sixty. What a delightful idea! Of course it won't happen. Advice given (though most likely not heeded), Judge Fear removed his gaze from the zombie limbs sticking out of the dirt and gave the dangling "specter" a halfhearted bop for good measure. Pffft, bed sheets... Won't mortals ever learn that ghosts were more akin to smoke and wisps than they were someone's fresh linens? He had all those terrible Hollywood movies to thank, surely. "Ready when you are, sssport." Because the ghoul didn't fancy triggering any of those cheap thrills if his pride could help it. That honour was reserved for you, Kev~!
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    Re: Roller Coaster Of Love

    Post by Kev on Wed Aug 26, 2015 4:51 am

    Oh boy, were they walking next to a salt parade or something? Oh wait, it was just Fear. The alien's gaze flattened as the Judge did his best impression of a dictionary. All these flavors and you chose to be salty...tsk tsk! "I know what tripping is, thank you. And no, you did no stutter. I was merely curious, because it seems strange that that man would trip and fall all the way into a trash can like that." It was almost as if the man had been shoved into the trash or something! "But that man isn't my responsibility, so I don't really care what happened to him." Anything to move on and get to the haunted house already... Now here, Judge Fear was Mr. Skeptical. No faith at all for the little attraction. Yeah, the place was pretty cheesy, but it was supposed to be! Mr. Salty 'n Skeptical just needed to let loose...in hindsight maybe the haunted house was a bad idea for that.

    Eh, too late now! And also too late to avoid being startled by the 'ghost'. Judge Fear of course hadn't even been mildly surprised, as the only response Fear gave was a weary sigh. And chances were that the ghost had not been the cause of it... "Hm..." Kev turned his gaze back to the ghost, eyeing the ripped edges of the sheets. Soon, his gaze shifted towards the building itself, eyeing every crevice of it now. "I've been in a haunted house and a haunted town, but they definitely didn't have any kite ghosts..." No...those had the real deal inside. Perhaps that was why Fear hated this place; this ghost wasn't going to rip anyone's heart out, now was he? His gaze shifted back to the Judge obediently. "You've got it, sir. I'll watch my step." As for the ghost, the rope creaked as it jostled from side to side at the 'bop', sheets rippling behind it and at its sides like steamers on a bike. "I'm ready now." Kev answered, glancing backwards at some of the other patrons who seemed to be moving in the direction of the haunted house. The alien began to walk forward, leading the way for the Judge as they traversed on the cement path through the yard. As they and the other people of the park passed by the tombstones, a head suddenly popped up from behind one of the tombstones, a witchly yet mechanical cackling filling the air for a moment before it disappeared behind the tombstone, only to be set off again by someone behind them. Behind another, was a decoration of a black cat, back arched tensely. Like the witch, there was the sound of a cat screeching angrily before it ducked back down behind to headstone again. Reactions to the various tricks so far varied from hushed whispers and awkward coughing to brief squeals of surprise. The alien, who had already been caught by the ghost, took in both tricks without much fanfare. A brief "Oh..." of interest and he moved on.

    Beneath the bat and through the wooden doors, they found themselves in the foyer of the haunted house. Two doorways lay ahead, though one had a sign that indicated it was only for staff members, The other, lead into the haunted house proper, and beyond it they could see a flash of light every few minutes, several screams, roars and yelps sounding from it. The path however, was blocked by a rope chain. More fog rolled into the room as people lined up around it. The foyer was rather bland, mostly an empty room with paint on the wall that indicated it was a fancy foyer, rather than actual furniture. Though that didn't keep the layer of cobwebs and dust from being as real as it could be. Kev manuvered himself and Fear into the room, leaving them both standing beneath a portrait of a man. Seemingly tame at first, after a few moments the portrait changed until the healthy old man's face had turned withered and skeletal. The alien glanced at the picture, and then to Judge Fear before he focused his gaze forward towards the door. "Well...that's technically not a zombie, right? Just...a dead man."

    Out of the 'staff' door came a pimple faced young man with greasy blond hair and braces. His green eyes squinted, looking through the crowd that had gathered as he began to count them all up, finger pointing to gesture at some people as he rounded them all up mentally. 13 people...yeah that was enough to go through right now. Only a certain amount of people could be in the house at one time. "Okay, everybody...looks like we have 13 people here today. What luck, huh?" He spoke up, voice cracking, and making his way towards the rope. "No flash photography is allowed, please move forward at a steady pace. Don't stop in the middle and hold up the line. Don't touch the scare actors, don't touch the props. Everybody got that?" At the sound of collective murmurs and agreement, the young man grabbed the rope and unhooked it, stepping to the side so that the people may walk. "In that case, enjoy the most haunted house in the world. Hope you're all ready to meet the spooks and ghouls...they've been dying to meet you." The young man wiggled his fingers at everybody dangerously, obviously attempting to be spooky, but with a cracking, monotone voice, the poor kid just sounded bored. People shuffled forward through the doorway in a single file, and Kev kept his spot in front of Fear. He glanced back at the corpse, giving him a shrug. "Hey, you know...if it really is that bad, you get to choose the next place. Okay?" Seemed fair.


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    Re: Roller Coaster Of Love

    Post by Fear on Thu Sep 03, 2015 5:02 pm

    "Then you ssshould not have any further quessstionsss regarding the matter." Since the alien clearly knew what tripping is and all.

    But for someone who had apparently traipsed around in a haunted house and perished in a haunted town, Kev had somehow believed that a fairground attraction would have been similar to the real deal; eerie tombstones, cackling witches, and hissing black cats were little more than stereotypes. It should therefore come as no surprise that Judge Fear beheld these garish thrills with waning interest. "Mm..." He was certain that the inside would do little better, and what do you know... he was right. Nothing could repress his tinny snort.

    A painted foyer? Why, even the bloody furniture was no less an optical illusion - and a shoddy one, at that! The only genuine decoration thus far were the numerous cobwebs and layers of dust wrecking havoc on those with allergies. Well! Rotten hands lightly ironed out the age-old wrinkles in his uniform as the Dark Judge's posture straightened with newfound determination. He's just gonna have to show these sinners a real fright, now, wasn't he? Oh, but first... Kev's voice was simply too hard to ignore and Judge Fear soon found himself studying the morphing portrait behind them both. Though, to be fair, he found his attention drawn to the alien's highly inaccurate usage of the term 'zombie'... "Mm... For the lasssst time, Kev, the animated corpsssesss you sssee here are not zombiesss." And he said this rather loudly, intentionally projecting his booming otherworldly voice so that others could not help but notice. Good, because the ghoul had a lesson for them all. "Zombiesss," Judge Fear continued, his disinterested tone rather matter-of-fact, "are from Haitian folklore and assssssociated with the Caribbean religion of Vodou. Now, I know how tempting it isss for Hollywood and cheap B-lissst actorsss to quickly portray zombiesss asss fodder created by virusssessss and toxic pollutantsss, but that isss utter and total poppycock. They are productsss of necromancy, raisssed from the peaceful embrace of death by malicioussss bokor sssorcerorssss; heinousss mortalsss who think to enssslave the dead for their own bidding. Zombiesss do not crave flesssh, they do not enjoy the tassste of brainsss, and they do not terrorize the living unlesssss an unssseen massster commandsss it - thossse would be ghoulsss and revenantsss." Oi...

    His brief teaching over, ethereal eyes at once fixated themselves upon a rather greasy teenager; undoubtedly one of the staff employed for the summer. Judge Fear's disposition only soured when the kid pointed out the number of patrons in their little group. "I'll ssshow you unlucky..." he grumbled. And how funny that the kid mentioned something about flash photography. Hidden lips, or whatever posed as a set, quirked into a sadistic grin.

    "In that case, enjoy the most haunted house in the world. Hope you're all ready to meet the spooks and ghouls...they've been dying to meet you."

    Dying, did you say~?

    "Oh yesss, we are!" And just like that, Judge Fear's irritability blossomed into an insatiable appetite for justice; there was nothing a good purge couldn't cure. His renewed enthusiasm to bump a few sinners off nearly had the undead fiend ignorant of Kev. Ahh, if only one could be so fortunate... "On the contrary, Kev, I think I am ready for sssome posssitively wicked fun." Just close your eyes and listen to the mischief in Judge Fear's grave voice. And there'll be no managing it, either. A leathery hand found itself upon the alien's shoulder and away Kev was shoved, the Dark Judge all too eager for his own good. "Hurry, hurry. We are holding up the line," he urged.

    Hurry, so the doors could close behind and seal these unwitting fools to their fate!

    Hurry, so he could do what he was forever meant to do: kill!
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    Re: Roller Coaster Of Love

    Post by Kev on Tue Sep 08, 2015 3:38 pm

    "I'm completely 100% question free." Kev gave the Judge a sidelong glance before he let the subject drop. No questions needed to be asked, as the situation was rather obvious. If Fear didn't want to fess up, that was quite fine. They had a date to enjoy, after all! Though the alien did hope that tripping that man into the trash can was the last shenanigan of the day...

    Inside of the...foyer, Kev really couldn't blame Fear for being rather unimpressed. The alien himself was letting his gaze roam over all of the details and taking it all in with a judgmental look. Yeah...this part was...bland. Who liked being put in a room like an animal in barn, no furniture except for some drawings on the wall? Oh sure, the detail in the painting was rather nice, but it really needed something...spookier. Like the painting above their heads! A hidden image, a spook in the paint, something other than a flat layout of a room. Kev let out a small, huffy sigh, right before he glanced back at Fear. Seems his attempt to reassure Fear and do damage control didn't go as planned. That was to be expected by this point. The booming voice of the undead instructor caught the attention of the others, especially the staff member who squinted at the Judge. The other patrons seemed more infatuated with the Judge, regarding him as if he were part of the tour. One man in a Hawaiian shirt even snapped a quick picture of the looming Dark Judge, which successfully drew the pimply staff member's attention off of Fear. "No flash photography!" He snapped, voice cracking and straining as the sheepish man shoved his camera back into his fanny pack.

    The only one who was not fawning over Fear, 'ooh'ing and 'aah'ing at his little lesson was the scaly alien himself, who listened with a raised brow. This was not his first little instructional episode with Fear, and it would surely not be his last. Kev did not ignore his words though, listening intently and remaining quiet. Indeed, the 'zombies' Kev had been informed of in the past were not exactly 'zombies'. The only similarity was in being a dead person who had been rendered undead. Real zombies did not moan and shuffle about, attempting to eat brains. Once Fear had finished, Kev nodded to him. "Right. So it's exactly as I said, that man in the painting isn't a zombie. And neither are the ones in the front lawn. Not true zombies at least." Wouldn't that be something if this place threw them a curve ball and included factual and accurate zombies? The alien decided to wisely keep quiet, the Judge was already simmering and he was already second guessing the decision to come here. He thought Fear would enjoy the dark, mysterious atmosphere...suppose not.

    With Fear's 'show' over, the teenager had everyone's attention once more, giving out his instructions. Irritated grumbles were ignored for the most part, but no one could ignore the sudden and eager agreement. Especially not Kev, who gave the ghoul a wide-eyed stare. From sulking to enthusiastic in 3.5 seconds? Something was up...did someone use a magic word of some kind?

    The Magic Word wrote:"Hope you're all ready to meet the spooks and ghouls...they've been dying to meet you."

    "..." Yeah, that would get Judge Fear's undead motor purring. The scaly alien looked the leatherclad Judge up and down, eyes narrowed in thought. Wicked fun?! Kev raised a hand to protest, completely ready to begin talking the ecstatic ghoul down, only to be shoved ahead. Indeed, everyone was filing in line like a row of prisoners, a couple of impatient grumbles sounding from behind the Judge. "I'm going Fear, I'm going-!" But don't think that meant you were free! Kev knew you were up to something, as unsubtle as you were. Through the wooden doors they went, into a narrow hallway with fog lining the floor. In the confined spot, the fog was beginning to rise up from the wooden floor, causing the alien to sneeze and narrow his eyes. Awfully dark here, wasn't it...? His eyes were still adjusting to the change in light, his only lead to the next room being the bobbing bodies in front of him that he could barely make out. Through the hallway they all shuffled, cattle for the slaughter. As they walked, they could hear people pounding on the other side of the drywall, and twice, an area of the wall was torn away to reveal a small window in disguise, and people in masks who gave a yell at them as they passed. One in particular reached a hand through in an attempt to snare the man with the fanny pack, who let out an excited squeal and ducked behind his lover, successfully 'escaping' the man. When it came to Kev, the window falling away with a sharp yell and a man peeking through at the alien with a rubbery demon mask. Aside from a small jolt at the sound, Kev looked the person over before shuffling forward. Not quite so scary, since he'd seen the people in front of him get scared by the very same thing...ruined the surprise of it all, it did. Still, excited murmurs filled the air as they reached the end of the hallway, the doorway revealing a peek at a strobe light of some kind. "You still there, Fear?" He said as an aside, glancing behind to take a look. Before he could catch a glimpse, the line suddenly moved forward and he felt himself being urged ahead again.

    The dark hallway was left behind, and light suddenly invaded their senses as they stumbled into a room. Kev shuffled, glancing down at himself and staring as every flash of the strobe light seemed to render his movement into a series of still images. He chuckled to himself, waving his arm before his face and momentarily forgetting about the Dark Judge and his frightful enthusiasm. The alien stepped back into line behind the others, glancing around the room. It was much more open than the hallway and the foyer, like a living room of some kind. If living rooms were full of mutilated mannequins that is. Indeed, 'people' who had been hacked to pieces were laid upon the old furniture, some in the classic 'arms crossed' dead pose that Fear would sleep in, and others strewn across haphazardly. Most of them were obvious dummies, a bit of stuffing was even poking out of one's eyes. One suddenly reached out and grabbed for Kev's arm, stopping him in his tracks as the woman with fake entrails dangling from her stomach gurgled and fell back, hand loosening to release him once more. The alien blinked at her several times before chuckling to himself, both hands clasping together while his heart seemed to pound within his head. That had...actually been a bit scary! He hadn't been expecting it that time! With a bounce in his step he continued on, though the skipping came to a stop pretty quickly. Walking was already trippy enough with these flashing lights, skipping was practically a death wish!

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    Re: Roller Coaster Of Love

    Post by Fear on Sat Sep 12, 2015 7:37 am

    But Kev, the shenanigans were just starting.

    ...And just what were these sinners bloody gawking at? Look at the lot of them, eyeballing the Dark Judge as if he were part of this garish attraction. Oh sure, sure... His uniform may be a tad dated and his rather 'macabre' accessories were certainly worth an inquisitive glance, but a camera? ...Really? Judge Fear's posture said it all: annoyance. He appeared particularly nettled at the man in the Hawaiian shirt. "Mm... Not now, Kev, I am busssy being nettled." See? Now be a dear and go bother someone else; preferably anyone other than yours truly. Better yet, why don't you just di - oh look, the line was moving forward. You know what this means...

    The corridor was more or less a feeble attempt at exciting one's claustrophobia, and the poor lighting? An aged trick to aggravate paranoia and entice creative imaginations. None were particularly appetizing to the ghoul, who would rather literally kill a sinner with these paltry fears alone. Ah, but patience... The Dark Judge obediently shambled along and was hardly reactive of his surroundings.

    Fog? Eh, he carried with him an unnatural mist at times...

    Overwhelming darkness? Eh, this host's eyes were practically useless...

    People hiding behind fake barriers, wearing latex masks of grotesque molds? Eh, his face alone had killed billions...

    "Blessss you, Kev," boomed he, a very difficult soul to please. As for being still there, well... What do you think, dummy? The very instant he could take a split from Kev, Judge Fear took it. Oh you know he did, alright. Once the alien went ahead into the strobe light, lost to the crowd and having forgotten of his sadistic companion, the ghoul had promptly retraced his steps back to those fateful wooden doors. It was laughably easy, really. Now, you could ask how a group of people had trouble spotting a gigantic animated corpse wearing nothing but skintight leathers and an black iron helmet, but you'd be surprised. An even better question would be why someone, we shan't name who, thought it was a good idea to bring a genocidal spirit to a group of unwitting bystanders in a cramped, very dark, and incredibly generous breeding ground for murder in a haunted house attraction. This script just keeps writing itself!

    Darkness was no stranger to Judge Fear; he weaved the shadows around his person like a cloak and quietly shuffled past the last few stragglers in line. They shall be his first victims, oh yes... But first, there was the matter regarding the quickest and easiest route of escape.

    The doors.

    Using nothing more than a sturdy chain and one of his numerous padlocks, the ghoul sealed everyone inside the house with an ominous metal - click! Well, there was of course the exit, but he was getting ahead of himself. A low wail sighed from the padlock's keyhole as an eerie shimmer glowed from its metallic surface. The chain shared an equally haunted appearance, ha ha. "Mm..." Right, then! That was one entrance swiftly handled, now for the main attraction... Judge Fear pivoted upon his leathery soles and could barely restrain his vicious nature. Oh what to do, how to do it, and just how brutally... There were far too many choices at his disposal, so why not start with a classic? He shambled forward down the corridor with his murderous hands outstretched, ethereal stare affixed upon where a few certain holes in the walls were last seen...

    Come out, come out wherever you - aha! There you are! Talons lashed out to grasp fabric, latex face-to-face with metal. "Greetingsss, sssinner! I am happy to announce you free of all crime - gaze into the face of Fear and DIE!" There was a sinister creak of metal and a brilliant flash, all becoming silent...



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    Re: Roller Coaster Of Love

    Post by Kev on Tue Sep 15, 2015 6:13 pm

    Oh...looks like diddums was nettled. The question, of course, was who had nettled him? Was it the gawking patrons? The man with the camera? The poor young man who was merely giving instructions? Or could it have been the green, scaly alien with no mouth that somehow didn't stop talking? Whoever could have produced these nettled feelings? Kev rolled his eyes, wondering why the Judge would be so annoyed about zombies when he himself said that none of these mockeries were real zombies. The most likely culprit was that a certain Judge wanted to purge and instead had to entertain himself in a haunted house. Kev sighed to himself before he reached over to grasp the Judge's spindly arm, giving it a comforting pat. There there, nettled little Kikiri. The date had only just begun! Surely they would find something Fear would enjoy...pat pat pat went the alien's small hand, palm brushing against Fear's taut leather and no doubt eliciting a squish from the spongy corpse flesh beneath.

    "Bless me-?" Alas, there was no time to ask questions or inquire why the Judge had suddenly blessed him. The way was forward, and the alien tried to keep up, keeping the gap between himself and the rest of the group to a minimum. The hallway was forgotten, the alien entering the living room with a flickering strobe light. Between the atmosphere and the scare actors, Kev had enough to keep his senses occupied. For the moment, he did not realize that he'd lost track of Fear, nor that Fear was doubling back through the hallway...

    The patrons were none the wiser as Fear slipped through and around them, all stumbling forward to admire the fake spooks and gaudy decor. The doorway behind that was chained up nice and tight, with locked padlock. No key on the key ring of any staff member was going to pry that baby open... One man behind the wall of the corridor named Jack had slid his mask off to air it out. The damned rubber things held a lot of heat in them...ah, but it was worth it for some good fashioned scaring. The man ran his fingers through his black hair, grimacing at the slick feeling of sweat. Ugh...good thing his 'shift' was nearly over, he really needed a show. Ah, there we go...Jack turned to face the wall, grabbing the chin of the grotesque mask and sliding it back over his face. On the other side, he could hear movement. A shuffle and a slight rattle...his brows furrowed, though he shrugged. Hey, he wasn't supposed to judge the customers, just stick his face through the wall and yell 'boo'. Jack stood in front of the hole, positioning himself and about to poke his face through when a gaunt hand reached forward instead!

    "Gack!" A bony hand with sharp fingernails wrapped around his face, pulling him out of the hole by his face. What he saw was an odd looking person. Looked like a knight or something, with the metal helmet. Was it Charlotte, maybe? She was supposed to be the haunted knight armor today...a chill ran down Jack's spine though, instincts telling him that this wasn't Charlotte. It wasn't even human, it felt too...wrong. Still able to see out of the eyeholes of the mask, vision framed by latex, Jack could only stare as the helm was opened. Whatever that...thing was saying, he had not caught it. All he could do was stare, immobilized by the flash as he saw something crawling out of that helm...!

    The man slumped, body as limp as a doll. His heart did not merely stop beating, as the very sight of the inside of that helm caused his heart to explode within his chest. The dead body sat there, poking out of the hole and prone before it abruptly dissolved into code, floating up to the ceiling and away. The mask dropped to the floor, crumpling on the wooden floor. Between the Judge's sentencing and the sounds of Jack's death, it drew the attention of two more people who were behind the drywall, each slot sliding down as two masked people poked their faces out. "Jack?!" A woman cried out in concern, as the other poked a muscled arm out of his slot to point at Fear in an accusatory manner. "What the fuck did you do to him, you BDSM nightmare?!"

    All of this happened as Kev continued to follow along with his group, unaware of what horror was ensuing behind them all. As far as he knew, the Judge was still behind him and merely quiet and lackluster as nothing startled him. A few times, Kev started to turn back to 'look' at him, only to have another fright pop up and startle him. He and the others had now happened upon the kitchen. Ropes led their way straight through to the doorway on the other side, allowing them to pass by an oven. On the counters were many limbs and body parts, apparently fresh as blood was smeared all over the counter-tops and walls. Next to the oven and directly in their path, as they traversed through the bloody little workshop, was a young woman. She was dressed in white, face pale with thick make up and grinning widely at everyone as they passed her by. As Kev walked by, tentatively pressing himself against the rope to give her as wide a berth as he could, she looked directly at him and smiled even wider. "Do you want some pie?" The pale woman asked in a pleasant voice, pulling the oven door down to reveal a man, from the waist up, stuck inside and screaming for help! The rest of his body was seemingly gone, hacked away by a weapon, though the man's bottom half was truly in a trap door. He reached for the guests and gurgled to them as blood dribbled down his lips. "There are no preservatives, I only use ORGANIC ingredients!" She slammed the over door shut, almost catching the man's fingers as she did.

    Kev shivered, eyes wide at the woman's unsettling behavior. "No thanks, I don't like pie!" He answered, before he jogged his way to the kitchen doorway and further into the haunted house. That kitchen was a nightmare! The woman cackled, and pulled the same trick on a few of the other guests as they passed by, receiving either startled screams, or boisterous laughter. The sounds that came from behind them as Fear did his job might as well have been part of the show.


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    Re: Roller Coaster Of Love

    Post by Fear on Wed Sep 16, 2015 5:21 pm

    Code.

    Always must it be that wretched code.

    "Jack?!"

    "What the fuck did you do to him, you BDSM nightmare?!"

    Ahh... the nauseating stench of life. How he missed it so, if only to further validate his purpose in its eradication. No longer was the Dark Judge captivated by the azure streams of 1s and 0s weaving through his decrepit fingertips, his one-track focus instead affixing itself onto new subjects of interest; lambs for the ensuing slaughter. "Mm... I did what any caring officer of the law would have done," Judge Fear rasped evenly. "I delivered him unto jussstice." And you, sinners, were destined to join your precious Jack. The bloodlust could no longer be stymied, the alluring pulses of their hearts as loud as any beating drum within the iron confines of his helm! He must have them!

    Wood, drywall, flimsy insulation; let nothing impede the righteous! All became as wreckage before the undead fiend's otherworldly might, hardened fingernails effortlessly tearing into the staff's hideaway. Think you safe behind this wall, mortals? Think again! Every step closer toward your iniquitous souls was every step closer toward judgement... and as those monstrous hands drew to your frightened hearts, fingertips poised to strike... as those fateful seconds ticked by in agonizing terror, your backs pressed up against a wall... he pounced!

    Squelch!

    Let the blood flow, let the sinful know fear! His grotesque hands slipped past their flesh and muscle as if they were air, his grip as ice-cold as the comfort of death itself. Die, sinners, die! Die, as he squeezed the disgusting life out of your warm, irresistible bodies...
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    Re: Roller Coaster Of Love

    Post by Kev on Thu Sep 17, 2015 12:02 am

    Officer of the law? Justice? While the young woman let out an audible gasp, the young man's hands curled into fists as he gnashed his teeth, glaring stubbornly at the Judge through his latex mask. "Jack didn't break any laws!" After all, Jack had just been working his job in the haunted house attraction. No laws were being broken, not a single rule stepped on. They were doing as paid, as instructed. What reason could this guy--this freak have for killing him?! He was tempted to walk around to enter the corridor, beat the shit out of him and make him pay for Jack's death, only for the oddly dressed man to suddenly come their way! Bare feet barely seemed to touch the floor as the gruesome man as at their wall. Large green hands and sharp talons tore through the drywall, crossing over into their area as if the wall was made of butter.

    "Michael!" The woman shrank back against the wall, one of her hands reaching up to tear the mask off. She tossed it to the side and stared forward, frightened as the man just kept coming. As he came to them, tall and mysterious and feeling all sorts of wrong, he felt...invincible. Like death itself, there was no escape. Merely delay. Her breath hitched in her chest and turned into a sob.

    Michael positioned himself between the woman and Fear, staring him down with steely eyes. Brawny body in direct contrast to the Judge's bony structure. "Get back! You get the fuck back!" The Judge did not heed these warnings, however. He moved fast, coming upon Michael and reaching a hand through his chest. Michael gasped, glancing down at his own chest in shock. Yet, the Judge's hand did not pierce skin, muscle or bone. The hand seemed to disappear within it, and he could feel the chilly grasp of...something. Chilly yet burning, hands gasping at his own chest in an attempt to claw the foreign thing out. "Gghl! Gguughl...!" His heart continued to pound within Fear's hand, but not for long. The coldness seemed to overtake his heart, corrupting it and lessening each beat until it came to a stop. Michael's eyes rolled back, the light draining out of them and this time, there was no code. When Fear removed his hand, the body of Michael would drop down onto the floor, crumpling and resting as it landed. His eyes blankly stared up at the sky, no life within them.

    Both of the woman's hands covered her mouth, clasped tightly as she pushed herself further into the wall. "No, no! Why?! Why did you do that?! Why?!" Her heels slipped on the floor, and the woman's back slid down the wall into a sitting position. Her head turned up to the Judge, hands now clasped together in a pleading gesture. "Please, please don't-!" Not even pleading would deter the hand of death, as his large palm still swooped its way down into her chest. The woman gasped, color draining from her face as the burning chill overtook her. It spread from her chest with each failing pulse, down into her fingertips. She took one more gasping breath, a tear rolling down her cheek, before she too, went still.

    Meanwhile, in the foyer, the employee with braces glanced down at his wrist watch. "Hmm...where are they?" It wasn't like Jack, Michael and Sarah to be so slow...a few scant minutes may have ticked by, but their shift was still over, which meant they had three antsy people in the back waiting to begin their shift! "Mmmngh...!" Something didn't feel right...didn't feel right for the past ten minutes, actually. The hairs on the back of his neck and on his arms were standing up and there was a chill. It was almost instinctual, his skin was crawling. Something was wrong. Maybe someone got scared, and punched one of the scare actors? Wouldn't be the first time... With a mission in his mind, the young man marched his way to the entrance doors...only to find that they wouldn't budge.

    Bang, bang! Rattle rattle rattle...

    "Huh...? Locked?" Why was this door locked?! It was never to be locked, unless the attraction was closed! He exhaled, stressed and now very tense as he ditched that entrance and slammed the staff door open. His stride was long and hard as he stomped his way through a narrow hallway to find the work station for the first 'scare' spot... "Holy SHIT!" His voice cracked, hitting a high pitch as he jumped back, looking as if he may jump out of his very skin. Michael and Sarah were both laying on the ground, stiff and dead-eyed, both seeming to look right up at him. The man redirected his glare to the tall figure beside them. "Y-you!" It was one of the people from the group that just went in! The young man came closer, kneeling besides Michael's body to put a hand to his neck, pulling it away with a grimace. His feet idly kicked away the drywall as he stood up again. "They're just...they're just people in masks! You didn't have to kill them!" He steadily began to back up out of the corridor, beginning to hyperventilate. They had a serial killer in a haunted house attraction, filled with a lot of people! He had to get everyone out as soon as possible...


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    Re: Roller Coaster Of Love

    Post by Fear on Thu Sep 17, 2015 3:37 pm

    Ah, such misplaced indignation rising within the young man's breast... It was regarded with idle fascination but only for a moment, discarded along with the woman's pleas. "You sssinnersss are all the sssame, wallowing in your own ignorance and content to partake in the bitter fallacy that isss life." Judge Fear had no pity for those eager to lap up such a glaring lie like the starving mongrels they were. Death, therefore, was the only cure for their miserable condition. "I do what mussst be done," he hissed, undeterred, "and long have I given up on educating the wicked. Die with grace, sssinner, and rejoice in your sssalvation." And so it was decreed, the iniquity of life effaced from their naive faces!

    Michael and Sarah slumped blandly to the floor, dead. Neither had turned to code.

    Yes!

    Oh most glorious, rapturous yes!

    The triumph he felt was nearly overpowering, perhaps even euphoric. And in that moment, that wondrous moment, everything the Dark Judge had agonized over since waking from that grave ebbed away... It was a feeling he had grown to sorely miss, if not pine for.

    "Holy SHIT! Y-you!"

    Ugh, always with the interruptions... Judge Fear slowly glanced over his hunched shoulders, baleful, and flexed his ensanguined talons. "You..." did he so unhappily rasp. It was none other than that boy from before, the one overseeing this tacky attraction. That in and of itself merited judicial action, did it not? Now, to kill the lad or to otherwise keep the good times rolling... An unseen smile made the decision obvious. "Yesss, it isss I," replied the ghoul sweetly. He was anything but, and chains ominously rattled as his sluggish body pivoted to better face his latest fixation. "Oh, but I did, my friend, I did. For do you not sssee that they were dissstressssing over their meaninglessssss livesss? That they were eager to embrace the one, true law? You ssshould be overjoyed for their, ha ha, revelation." But the kid wasn't, was he? No, no... He was very much afraid, his fearful stink as pungent as it was bewitching. It served only to heighten the Dark Judge's sadistic appetite.

    "But I sssee that you are doubtful... that you are desssiring of more examplesss before you too accept death." As was perfectly natural of the nonbelievers. "How fortunate, then," Judge Fear continued, a smile on his face and a song in his heart, "that our pathsss have crosssssed! Come, boy, and let me ssshow you the error of your waysss. Come and be intimate with true horror!"

    It again happened all too quickly, the undead fiend moving fast beyond comprehension. Not like those inaccurate Hollywood movies, was it? Fresh, lukewarm blood smeared over the boy's face as the Dark Judge pressed him close; closer than any frightful soul would ever wish to be next to that blackened helm.

    The aroma of rot and malaise curled off his putrid breath in droves.

    "Methinksss," he began calmly, rotating the boy's face as a skilled jeweler would appraise a gem, "that our dear friendsss, Sssarah and Michael, would be incensssed to know that you were going to have a ssspot of fun without them. What do you sssay about livening up their day, hmm? What do you say about giving thossse unwitting patronsss sssomething to really sssoil themssselves over, ha ha!" And before the kid could even react or stammer a response, Judge Fear glanced over at the two lifeless bodies and softly whispered.

    Gentle things... incoherent things... dark things... Upon the tip of his tongue churned things most foul, and as he lightly sighed, the temperature plummeting into a biting cold, something else filled the room with them. From out of his grinning helm emerged a pair undulating wisps, both a ghostly-white and vapourous. Staring at the mere sight of them was enough to evoke a chilling dread. "Ah, my children... I've need for you." The unsettling apparitions bobbed and swirled, circling around their master and his prey like sharks drawn to a fresh kill. "There isss jussstice'sss will to be done and sssinnersss that desssperately need atonement. Enter thessse righteoussss vesssselsss and become my agentsss of fear." The Dark Judge commanded it and so he was obeyed, and what transpired next could only be described as black magic...

    The phantasms accepted their offerings and crawled into the stiff bodies of Sarah and Michael, worming their nefarious ways into the deepest vacant recesses. And from there... they came to life.

    Eyes that were never to see the light of day yet again fluttered open, a milky sheen glossed over them. Lips curled back into a gruesome sneer and the unholy creatures nestled within the two unfortunate youths stiffly creaked their heads to better glare at the living boy in the midst of their master's grasp. An inhuman groan escaped their throats and they rose, skulls lolling and fingers severely curled.

    Mm, you know how much he hated zombies... His irritation could be addressed later.

    "Very good. Now go," instructed the Dark Judge, a finger maliciously pointed ahead. "Go and feassst... Gorge yourssselvesss upon the living, for I wisssh to hear their delightful ssscreamsss."

    He wished to see them quiver.

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