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And if it's anything like oyur reviewing career...

 

I'm trying to move past that, and you still can't just leave it be? I wasn't exactly right for reviewing, at least I wasn't before. Soon enough, I'll be back to doing it. And I'll be sure to announce it to everybody, EXCEPT Crab Helmet. Hell, she's barely on anymore. Why should I care?

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I'm trying to move past that, and you still can't just leave it be? I wasn't exactly right for reviewing, at least I wasn't before. Soon enough, I'll be back to doing it. And I'll be sure to announce it to everybody, EXCEPT Crab Helmet. Hell, she's barely on anymore. Why should I care?

Oh, so you want comments, but not good ones?
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Desu, I like the milk of your body.

 

[spoiler=And now, Jake's violent death]

Jake was stationed at one of the old desks Taisen had refurbished on the second floor; and was removing his belt when he noticed one of the draws opened slightly. Naturally he took a look inside and found a baggy containing a white powder.

 

Balancing the pros and cons, he came to the natural conclusion that it was some form of snortable drug, no doubt that would be something Taisen would probably try, at least once. Not that it matters now, seeing as he’s stuck up Clair’s cooch.

 

Seeing how the lines are done from movies, he made several lines using the razor blade that was also in the draw. Sadly, there was no crack pipe, so he went au natural with the substance.

 

What he didn’t know was that the substance happened to be a ludicrously powerful hallucinogen, and snorting it in large quantities was fatal. Sadly, Jake did not know this as he finished the fourth line.

 

Almost immediately his eyes became bloodshot as all hell broke loose inside his mind. Visions of things were shooting by, I say things course, as they were too scrambled to accurately portray…he’s f***ed up you know.

 

The drug addled body began to stumble about, until vision restored to normal. He sighed thankfully, but was then struck in the head by a mace.

 

His vision went foggy, until a stiletto heel stomped him in the chest. He forcefully focused his eyes upwards, taking in the sight of a medium height teenage girl, in a maid costume.

 

‘Lora?’ he questioned, Lora being the name of his imaginary daughter.

 

‘Hiya dad’ she said sarcastically, swinging the overly large mace in her hand quite adeptly.

 

‘Why do you have a mace?’ he inquired; a mace mace, not a morning star. Granted, a morning star would’ve be very cool.

 

‘This old thing?’ she inquired, looking at her mace. ‘Why, I have it to smash your face in of course’ she added sweetly.

 

‘Ummm, why?’ he inquired, fear becoming quite obvious in his eyes.

 

She lent down nice and low, staring him straight in the eyes. ‘I think it’s pretty

obvious you pervert’ she whispered.

 

With a quick jolt she raised herself up and too did she raise up the mace. She took her foot of his chest and swung down quickly.

 

He rolled out of the way, the mace splintering the ground it struck.

 

Sparing no time he managed to roll forwards and give himself a running start. He didn’t look back but instinctively jumped as the mace splintered the ground where his foot would have been.

 

He didn’t look back as he took a corner and continued running. The library seemed a lot more twisted though, as every turn he took looked just like the last one.

 

He never did look back, even though the sound of the smashing echoed in his mind. And then, the once silence was broken.

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S32X5-eKVp4

 

The very sound chilled him to the bone. He had no idea where she was, but the whistling continued, that god damned whistling was everywhere. He turned a corner and ran down more corridors of books.

 

The whistling began to resonate even more loudly, causing him to run faster, and faster. He reached yet another corner, and met, a dead end. The whistling was then reaching its climax.

 

He turned around slowly, the way out was much longer than it had originally been. And, at the end was Lora.

 

She had a completely manic look in her eyes as she lurched forward, the mace in hand. With every step she took, she seemed a bit taller and stronger than before. Her lips still pursed from whistling.

 

Extreme amounts of fear filled Jake as all he could do was crouch down and cover his head with his arms. A high pitched laughter echoed through out the library as she was in macing range.

 

In truth, this had all been inside his head; as he was in reality lying on floor, spasming whilst foam poured from his mouth.

 

 

I didn't want your death to be gross, but just violent and psychological. Because frankly, this is eventually going to happen.

 

Uh . . . one thing.

 

I KNOW ABOUT DRUGS AND WOULD NEVER OVERDOSE ON ANYTHING . . . much less cocaine <<

 

I saw that and dropped the reading to be honest.

 

It was only a small fraction of the story, but sufficed to say that this one is probably the goriest, in turns on brain smashing anyways.

 

That was the point Desu, the true horror in the story was not how gory and squicky it is, but that I wrote it in such a way that you WANT to keep reading it to see what happens next.

 

Makes you want to keep reading? Honestly Broken . . . not at all.

 

But Jake is awesome and I love him, like a lover brother.

 

I love you like a red headed step child. Wait . . .

 

That isn't love at all. Just contempt you're around and then mild annoyance when you inevitably are killed in a dark alley.

 

Also Desu, I wrote a story where most of Powerforce was brutally killed.

 

Hey I am a "part" of Absolute Powerforce only because it is the easiest way to keep track of those who might not like me. So instead of stalking and what not I joined them so it wouldn't be suspicious.

 

So I am not really a member but a visitor.

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Uh . . . one thing.

 

I KNOW ABOUT DRUGS AND WOULD NEVER OVERDOSE ON ANYTHING . . . much less cocaine <<

 

I saw that and dropped the reading to be honest.

 

It was a drug you didn't know about. It clearly said it was something much stronger than you thought. Shush.

 

Makes you want to keep reading? Honestly Broken . . . not at all.

 

I didn't really agree with what he said about that.

 

I love you like a red headed step child. Wait . . .

 

My best friend is one. :T

 

That isn't love at all. Just contempt you're around and then mild annoyance when you inevitably are killed in a dark alley.

 

Actually, that's kind of what happened. :/

 

And I think you're forgetting something. -___-

As a fail writer, I always fix typos when I make them.

 

So...?

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