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The Hooded Hood concludes the conclusion to his conclusion of the Parody War. Almost.

Subj: Now that all the loads are in place...
Posted: Mon Oct 08, 2007 at 08:06:22 am EDT (Viewed 380 times)
Reply Subj: #322: Untold Tales of the Lair Legion: Ever After - Part Four
Posted: Fri Oct 05, 2007 at 10:45:50 am EDT



>     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Well get it to sick him up!” shrieked Kerry Shepherson, reaching for Amy’s acetylene welding kit. “Get it to vomit Vizh up right now!”

Considering that this is pretty much the effect popcorn has on me...

>     Ã¢â‚¬Å“No,” Al interrupted. “It’s okay. What the Shoggoth did makes perfect sense.” He slammed a hand down on the emergency cutoff button and the portal they’d been struggling to maintain collapsed and died. “Amy, set up the link that Hallie needs. We can leave the Vizh problem to the Shoggoth.”

Not a line commonly associated with the Shoggoth...

>     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Exactly. Not just eaten him but devoured him from existence. And think what happens when Vizh gets taken from existence. Remember that he’s somehow a cosmic placeholder to keep out somebody of reality.” Al saw comprehension dawn across his staff’s faces, then their winces. “Exactly,” the archscientist noted. “Vizh and the Shoggoth couldn’t face off against Nyarlurkhotep. I wonder how the Apostate will do?”

As usual, I had completely forgotten about the Apostate. It couldn't have happened to a nicer guy.

Out of interest, what will happen when Visionary finally dies (probably of old age at this rate). Will we get a wisened Apostate appearing just in time to breath his last?

>     ... (alive or dead did not really matter).

Oh. That answers that question.

>     Michael Papadapopolis looked up in relief as somebody came into the deserted Bean and Donut coffee bar. His relief froze on his face as he saw his father in the doorway.

I enjoyed this scene a great deal.

>     Whitney Darkness looked up with a nasty smile on her face. “Actually I’m not,” she replied. She shifted in her bonds, standing straighter. “You see, I learned a lot when I faced down the Demon Lover who’d been possessing my family of thousands of years. Enough that I don’t ever need to fear him again. Enough to know what to do if I ever had to relive that situation. Enough to take him down and borrow his power – which is to say the power he’d leached off all my grandmothers for countless generations – and channel it outwards in one pantie-wettingly powerful malediction hex.”

Which is a simillar auguement to the one presented to the Avacommander...

Just a little more eldrich.

>     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Miss Peel is usually successful, Mr Skinner. She’s a very motivated young lady.”
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>     Ã¢â‚¬Å“So she is, Mr Flay. So she is.”

I notice a distinct flavour to the names here.

>     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Let’s not,” the Carnifax replied. “The last thing we want now is to reactivate the Probability Dancer’s abilities by stress for her friends. Besides, they’ve done very well. It would be unsporting to nuke them after all that effort. Not today.” He closed his fist and the six nuclear missiles were crumpled like foil, exploding across his palm so as not to spread destruction on the landscape below. “Tell the President that Mr Carnifex has dealt with his problem for him.”

Ooooh. Interesting. In a Journey to the West sort of way.







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