Post by johncheese on Sept 25, 2018 12:10:50 GMT -5
Because things have stalled, please find a quick MAX 2000 preview shown below.
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The man behind the alter placed the swastika shaped candle holder on the table, a hush falling over the crowd of men and women dressed in combat trousers and tank-tops.
"The transcendence RAID promised us failed, but superhuman abilities are not yet out of our grasp." The man stated as he gestured for the man in knightly armour to push a still forward, its contents glowing a pale red. "Behold a new version of the traitorous Erskine's super-soldier syndrome, perfected and in Aryan hands like it always should be!"
The crowd cheered and a blonde haired woman dressed in a traditional German dirndl was pushed to the front, a painful looking acid burn marring an otherwise exemplary figure of Aryan beauty.
"With this we begin the fight back against the immigrants and Muslims threatening the streets! We will restore this country this continent back to perfection!" The preacher yelled as the woman stepped forward and took a swig of the liquid in the still.
"What would their reaction be if I told them their blood tasted all the same?" A voice whispered as the hooded woman perched unseen in the rafters silently unsheathed her sword.
"I don't know, for now we need to stop whatever Oskar Mors and his followers have brewed up." The woman stated as the woman stepped back and the preacher, Mors, held out a hand, silencing the crowd.
"I can feel the change!" The woman exclaimed just as something red and silver streaked through the air and struck the still, the contents bubbling out onto the concrete floor thanks to the sword embedded in the vat.
"Looks like Oktoberfest is over." The woman stated as she dropped to the floor, the crowd scattering slightly as she walked towards the still.
"Guillotine!" Mors spat as his followers began to come to their senses. "Kill her and bring me her sword!" He ordered. Holding her hands up, Guillotine closed her eyes as the members of the neo-Nazi cult surrounded her. She only opened them when the choking began, blood pooling on the concrete as her would be attackers fell to their knees as they coughed up blood.
"Witch, Wunderknight, bring me her head!" Mors ordered the armored figure only for the woman in the dirndl to step forward.
"Don't bother, I have power I will crush her!" She snapped as Guillotine retrieved her sword and sprinted towards the woman, blood splashing over the blade as it scratched along the floor before scything up and slamming guard first into the woman's nose.
"Your ideology, your power is not going to threaten anyone ever again, not while I'm here!" Guillotine announced as she and the Wunderknight got ready to lock blades.
"We will save Europe from the liberal poison your kind has injected into her veins!" Mors snapped as Wunderknight lunged forward, his opponent deflecting the strike as each fighter tried to gauge the skill of the other.
"We could have ended this weeks ago." The Fleur de Mal blade Guillotine wielded stated as its wielder went for a swipe at the Wunderknight only for him to parry the blow.
"I know, but we don't kill." Guillotine sighed as she was almost caught off by a quick slash by her opponent.
"Then why appose our ideology?" Mors asked as the sound of shifting bones and flesh came from behind Guillotine.
"I was talking to my sword." Guillotine moaned as Wunderknight deflected one of her strikes before backing off his eyes focused on the towering figure standing behind Guillotine.
"Savor your deluded conversation," The woman in the dirndl, her body now built to Amazonian standards hissed as she grabbed Guillotine from behind by the neck and lifting her off the ground, "it'll the last one you ever have!"
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The man behind the alter placed the swastika shaped candle holder on the table, a hush falling over the crowd of men and women dressed in combat trousers and tank-tops.
"The transcendence RAID promised us failed, but superhuman abilities are not yet out of our grasp." The man stated as he gestured for the man in knightly armour to push a still forward, its contents glowing a pale red. "Behold a new version of the traitorous Erskine's super-soldier syndrome, perfected and in Aryan hands like it always should be!"
The crowd cheered and a blonde haired woman dressed in a traditional German dirndl was pushed to the front, a painful looking acid burn marring an otherwise exemplary figure of Aryan beauty.
"With this we begin the fight back against the immigrants and Muslims threatening the streets! We will restore this country this continent back to perfection!" The preacher yelled as the woman stepped forward and took a swig of the liquid in the still.
"What would their reaction be if I told them their blood tasted all the same?" A voice whispered as the hooded woman perched unseen in the rafters silently unsheathed her sword.
"I don't know, for now we need to stop whatever Oskar Mors and his followers have brewed up." The woman stated as the woman stepped back and the preacher, Mors, held out a hand, silencing the crowd.
"I can feel the change!" The woman exclaimed just as something red and silver streaked through the air and struck the still, the contents bubbling out onto the concrete floor thanks to the sword embedded in the vat.
"Looks like Oktoberfest is over." The woman stated as she dropped to the floor, the crowd scattering slightly as she walked towards the still.
"Guillotine!" Mors spat as his followers began to come to their senses. "Kill her and bring me her sword!" He ordered. Holding her hands up, Guillotine closed her eyes as the members of the neo-Nazi cult surrounded her. She only opened them when the choking began, blood pooling on the concrete as her would be attackers fell to their knees as they coughed up blood.
"Witch, Wunderknight, bring me her head!" Mors ordered the armored figure only for the woman in the dirndl to step forward.
"Don't bother, I have power I will crush her!" She snapped as Guillotine retrieved her sword and sprinted towards the woman, blood splashing over the blade as it scratched along the floor before scything up and slamming guard first into the woman's nose.
"Your ideology, your power is not going to threaten anyone ever again, not while I'm here!" Guillotine announced as she and the Wunderknight got ready to lock blades.
"We will save Europe from the liberal poison your kind has injected into her veins!" Mors snapped as Wunderknight lunged forward, his opponent deflecting the strike as each fighter tried to gauge the skill of the other.
"We could have ended this weeks ago." The Fleur de Mal blade Guillotine wielded stated as its wielder went for a swipe at the Wunderknight only for him to parry the blow.
"I know, but we don't kill." Guillotine sighed as she was almost caught off by a quick slash by her opponent.
"Then why appose our ideology?" Mors asked as the sound of shifting bones and flesh came from behind Guillotine.
"I was talking to my sword." Guillotine moaned as Wunderknight deflected one of her strikes before backing off his eyes focused on the towering figure standing behind Guillotine.
"Savor your deluded conversation," The woman in the dirndl, her body now built to Amazonian standards hissed as she grabbed Guillotine from behind by the neck and lifting her off the ground, "it'll the last one you ever have!"