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Amonost  Fighter Pilot/Bounty Hunter Dominion Master 9/11/2007 1:33:50 AM  Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 19 | The Adventures of Young Eru & AmonApril 12, 4222 - Tuesday Amonost is slouching on his ratty, dumpster-grade couch, watching his twenty-inch CRT TV. Green is now red and there's no such thing as white. Fox News is on. Somebody just got rear-ended onto a train track by a drunk driver, upon which a train chopped the car in half and they're slowly finding the pieces of the vehicle's occupant. All the reporter seems to care about is damage to the train. Amonost is in a funk. This obviously means something big is about to happen, so without further ado, he hears a window shatter and immediately goes into SHTF TEOTWAWKI high-alert mode. Where is a gun? He can't remember where the gun is. Oh yeah, he's sitting on it. He digs under the couch for the Mossberg 590. Oh jeez it's dark. Why are all the lights off? He can hear the footsteps in his bedroom. Oh jeez oh jeez oh jeez. His hands are shaking like crazy. The news reporter won't shut up. Shut up. SHUT UP. The light is flickering through the bedroom door. The burglar is going to know somebody's home and Amonost is going to die. He slowly inches back the bolt, checking the chamber. It is indeed loaded, so he pushes it forward, cringing at every click. He feels it lock home. His eyes haven't left the half-closed bedroom door. The door flies open. The chrome Llama is illuminated by the TV. The two men trade shocked looks. Man: Dang, son, the heck-- Amonost doesn't even hear the shot. He doesn't feel the recoil. He thinks the guy's guts just came out. The guy drops like a bag of rocks. Or hammers. Rock hammers. Amonost stops shaking. He is utterly calm. I just killed a man without hesitation. I'm actually kind of happy about it. He broke my window. This obviously means I should become a crime-fighter. The next day, he clears his few belongings out of the apartment and leaves, leaving the dead guy on the floor with a note saying "YOU GOT SERVED." His nerves were shot. It was all he could come up with. Eruantion: Hello? Amonost: ERU. Eruantion: Oh, hey. Amonost: ERU ERU ERU. You gotta come with me? Eruantion: Back to the future? Amonost: CRIME FIGHTING. Eruantion: Crime fighting. Amonost: Crime fighting. Eruantion: You've been reading the news too much, man-- Amonost: I blew a guy's face off last night 'cause he broke into my house and I'm happy about it. There's a very weird silence. Eruantion: Amon... Amonost: I know you think I'm crazy, but do you know what this means? Emotionless killing? Eruantion: It means you're a psycho. Amonost: Yeah, it means I could become a vigilante. You in? Amonost listens to the silence. For a while. Amonost: Uh, did I lose ya-- Eruantion: I'm in. I'll be over in-- Amonost: No, I left the apartment. Eruantion: What? Amonost: I, uh, I'm moving out. I left the body there. Eruantion: What the slag?! Why did you do that? Amonost: As a warning. Eruantion: So, you think a serial killer or rapist is going to move into your old apartment and be intimidated out of a life of crime by the body waiting for him? Amonost: Knowing that place? Yeah. Eruantion: ...Okay. Meet me at my place then... Make sure no cops are following you. Amonost: No cops are going to follow me. Eruantion: Okay. Good. We'll talk when you get here. Amonost: Okay then. See ya. Eruantion: Bye. Amonost: Bye. They both hang up. Eruantion is horribly worried about the mental health of his little brother. | ||||
Wolf McDog  The ability to destroy a planet is insignificant next to the power of the Force. I'm a random monster... and the most powerful boss! I find your lack of faith disturbing. Monster--Opened for Random Access Strikes: 128 Banned Banned Banned Banned Banned Banned (For being an idiot.) Not Jailed (For being busted out by Szyren.) Dominion Master 9/12/2007 1:06:23 AM  Level: 85 Experience: 2500627 Total Posts: 294 | RE: The Adventures of Young Eru & Amon Reporter: I'm Dasheeba B. Hole reporting for Fox News. Tonight: murder. A man was gunned down in a vacated suburban apartment only hours ago. Investigators say the man was armed and "breaking and entering" the apartment that appears to have been vacated shortly after the brutal slaying. The man's girlfriend and eight illegitimate children are devastated. Actor paid for by Fox News (fake crying): I know what he was doin' was wrong, but I'm jus' so angry that he was jus' tryin' t' defend hisself and he gets ki'ed like that. Reporter: Investigators say the man was found by a random guy walking by earlier tonight. He noticed the door was unlocked and went inside only to find the slain body of 27-year-old Duwayne Steven with a note atop his chest reading... "you got served." Man that found body: I was just walkin' by--mindin' my own business--and noticed some guy seemingly layin' out on the floor inside. I went in to see if he was okay--the door was unlocked--and I found the--he was shot dead right dere. And this note was on 'im that said, "YOU GOT SERVED." Reporter: Police say that it appears to be a justifiable homicide. They are currently looking for no suspects. Fake girlfriend: I jes can't believe dat dey ain't lookin' for the --bleep-- who did dis! Reporter: More as this story develops. Back to you, Todd... | ||||
| Amonost Fighter Pilot/Bounty Hunter Dominion Master 9/13/2007 11:29:18 PM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 19 | RE: The Adventures of Young Eru & Amon Amonost's little sewing machine compact car that smells like old oil, burnt rubber, and also sweaty clothes whines along the road. First order of business: Set fire to this car and buy a black GTO. Add crude sheet metal shields and rebuild the engine. He pulls up into Eru's driveway. Eru is currently on vacation from the mercenary corp. as it were, so this was the perfect time to stress him out. Amon gets out of the car, heads up to the door, and knocks. Nothing. Just as he's about to knock again, the door flies open, and Eru is standing there, broadsword in hand, with loaves of bread strapped to his head and chest with belts. Amonost: ...WHAT. THE HECK. Eruantion: We're going to be fighting crime, right? Amonost: Yes. Eruantion: Then we need armor and weapons. He points at himself. Amonost: I was thinking, like, you know... guns. Eruantion: Got any? Amonost: I have a Mossberg with seven rounds... Eruantion: I have a Remington with three rounds. Amonost looks worried. Amonost: I thought you were a mercenary. Where's all your guns? Eruantion: Off-world... in a locker somewhere... Amonost: Do you have any money? Eruantion: No. Amonost: ...Oh. Neither do I. Eru holds up the broadsword suggestively. | ||||
| Amonost Fighter Pilot/Bounty Hunter Dominion Master 11/18/2007 11:20:50 PM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 19 | RE: The Adventures of Young Eru & Amon An hour later, Amonost is sitting at Eruantion's table munching on some much-needed Cocoa Puffins. Eru is streaming a police scanner over the internet. Voice 1: This is Superball to Bagend. We have a number three on the four-lane, pancake on a bunny. Voice 2: Pope-car, Superball. Rock'em-sock'em has been five-nined. Amon: Do you have any idea what they're saying? Codes and stuff? Eru: I don't think it really means anything, they just know people are listening. Amon: Ah. He takes another chomp and speaks through a mouthful of corn starch. Amon: So this really doesn't seem like a good way to find a crime in progress. Eru: Not at all, but I haven't the foggiest where else to look. Amon: Okay, hang on. He pulls out the wallet of the man that he killed last night. Amon: He has a little card in here. It just has his name, address, and somebody to contact if anything ever happens to him. Eru: That's... convenient. Amon shrugs. Amon: I have one. Eru's brow furrows. Amon: Anyway, we can check out his house. Maybe we can find a lead on a partner in crime or something we can take down. Eru looks unsure. Eru: You go check out his house. Shouldn't be anything to worry about there. TV: --his girlfriend and eight illegitimate children-- Eru: ... Except his girlfriend and eight illegitimate children. Amon shrugs it off. Amon: She's probably already seeing some other guy and has two more children. I'm not worried. Eru: Alright. You go check it out and if you find anything interesting you can let me know. Amon: Alright. Mind if I take your van? Eru: ... Yes... Why do you want to? Amon: There's... more room. Eru: ... For what? Amon: ... Umm... Eru: Okay, nevermind. No. You can't take my van. Amon: Alright. Amon chugs the now-chocolate milk from the bowl, pushes it aside, and stands up. Eru: I'm not taking care of your bowl for you. Amon shrugs. Amon: Not my house. He walks out. Eru smolders. Eru: That... that... insurance salesman. |
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