Post by Covert0ddity on Jul 31, 2014 6:18:27 GMT
What is says on the tin, essentially. Story is below, the will is below that, and below that, are custom letters sent to people. NOTICE: I am bestowing a NSFW warning on the story for EXTREME GORE. Do not read if you have a weak stomach.
Who am I? That's one Hell of a question. Who could answer that question, in reality? No one. But every person has their own little answer, formed in their little heads for the time that someone asks them, "Who are you?" My name is Samuel John Renworth.
I have been working for the NanoTrasen assasination department for ten years now. Some would call me an evil man. I murdered my family... my wife... Two of my sons, and one of my daughters. I mutilated the other son. He, and his sister, were the only survivors to my onslaught.
I joined NanoTrasen on the promise that I would one day be able to kill my surviving son. The one that escaped me, joined the military, and became a slave to the same organization I now hold ties to. The victory... would be sweet. I could do whatever I wanted, and get away with it. My dream.
I got up from my chair, spinning around the knife that I used, eleven years ago, to cut out my son's eyes after using the same knife to cut into his Fiance at the time. I traced that blade over every inch of her body... listened to her squeals for mercy, begging for the man strapped to a chair to help her, to no avail. He did nothing. It was... delicious. My PDA began to ring with a message. I glanced down at it, to see the comotion. It was Admiral Sven.
"Hello?" I asked, waiting for a response from the other end.
"Agent Creed?" Replied the other end, using my codename.
"This is Creed. What do you need signed today?" My standard greeting procedure, if a bit cleche.
"Agent Creed, your wish is granted. The perpertrator is being called to the NSS Archemedes, pending a transfer. You will strike within the abandoned office of the Archemedes. Security is told to ignore your presence. Enjoy yourself." With that, the admiral hangs up. I am left to grin my wicked grin, reaching my hand up to rub my bald head, and back down to stroke my goatee. Finally.
I took my briefcase, and slid my katana deep into its shieth at my waist. I put on my sunglasses, and walked to my front door. Opening it, I walked out, and down the steps of my house. Right across the way was my son's old manor. The one that belonged to me, now in the hands of some Japenese family. Maybe I would be allowed to end them, too, one day.
I took the shuttle to Central Command, where I was redirected on a straight course to the NSS Archimedes. After landing, I hop out, and make my way to the abandoned office. There, I would wait. It could be a few minutes until my dear sun arrives, or it could be hours. I would have have to wait and see...
...
Selvion Renworth groans as the computer beside Fai's bed begins to bleep and bloop, alerting the Captain that he was requested. Stirring out of bed, he looks around the small room that was Fai's, on her ship. Looking beside him, he smiles at the sleeping Fai, and brings a hand down to her face, trailing it down for a moment, before beginning to get up. He sits down at the computer, and sighs, trying to remain quiet for Fai's sake.
"Captain Selvion Renworth: Report to NMSS Odin ASAP."
Selvion sighed. He did not know what why Central needed him... so damn early, or why it was high priority, but he would adhere to the message anyway. After all, he had taken the day before off to spend it with Fai. He owed CC at least his presence.
Selvion got up, and grabbed his boxers. Slipping them on, he fished the wardrobe for his jumpsuit, also putting it on. He grabs his shoes, and slips them on as well, before having some dofficulty finding his jacket. When he finally does find it, he puts it on, and straightens it, rolling his shoulders a little. He finds his cap easily, always on the table beside the door, and puts it on, lastly grabbing his sunglasses. He walks to the bathroom for a moment, and checks himself out in the mirror, before smiling, and nodding to himself. He walks to the teleporter in the ship, and inputs the one command he has memorised, to send to CC.
He steps out the other side, to the bustling place that is Central Command. Workers and offiecers rush about, and the murmer of voices is present throughout every corner of the station, it seemed. He takes a deep breath, his eyes whirring as he looks around, and begins walking, his shoes making a clanking noise with each step he takes. He reaches the transit shuttle docking area, and scans the docking list. He finds what he is looking for, the "NSS Archemedes: Departing: Now." He makes a bit of a hustle to get to the shuttle, and walks in, the only other passengers being a strange looking Tajaran, and a grimy looking man, who seemed to jump at every noise. Selvion takes a seat, and waits for the shuttle to lurch.
After arriving at the NSS Archemedes, he gets an immediate message from the captain. "Hello, Selv! Good to see you :) it's Harold Lake, remember me, from the academy??"
Selvion smiles, and nods at the PDA, before respond. "Harold! hot dam dude, it's been forever! y was I requested?" After a short minute. "2 long 2 explain, but u r needed at the abandoned office. Ur familiar with Tiger class stations rite?" Selvion responds simply, "yep omw."
Selvion begins walking down the hall, the station seeming mostly empty. He walks into the abandoned office, and looks around, his eyes giving the otherwise completely dark room a small amount of illumination. He looks around for a light switch, and doesn't find one. He frowns a little, and his eyes whirr along with the frown. After a short moment, he hears footsteps.
"My, my, my... hasn't it been... so long, sonny?"
...
I saw my son standing there, walking in from the door. He had no idea what was about to happen. Perfect. After announcing my presence, I leap forward and seize the now grown man, at least five inches taller than me, and I pin him to the floor. Oddly enough... he wasn't resisting. He was paralysed in fear, stuttering like some baffoon. Crying. It was wonderful. I smile at him, the murder in my eyes most evident to him even through my sunglasses as he tries to draw back.
I drew the knife from my pocket. It was so close, the moment I had dreamed of for years and years... finally, right here in front of me. The anticipation of the coming kill, the coming murder, made my hands shake and shiver as I grab the man below me by the hair and shove him toward the wall. I waste no time in the act. With a sudden motion, I thrust the knife forward, deep into the man's belly. His blood coat my hand, and spills out onto the floor, and stains his navy blue jacket a crimson red.
I retract the knife with a spurt of blood following it, and I thrust forward again, this time blood spraying onto my face and clothes. And again. Again. Again. And again. Again. His chest is nothing but a leaking fluid sac now. Again. Again. And finally, one last time, I shove the knife deep into him, leaivng it in there. I remove my hand, now drenched in the liquid, and observe his face. It is a shocked, pale face, and blood drips from the man's mouth. He is still alive.
I take him by the hair again, and set him on a table. I draw my hacksaw, and I rip off his sunglasses, making him look at the hacksaw. He is muttering something, but I do not hear him. I waste no time again, and I bring the hacksaw to his arm, and begin, at first, slowly making the rythmic sawing motion that comes with cutting. I hear him gurgle a yell of pain, and someones name in the terrified yell, but I ignore it, holding him down and continueing to saw, until the arm is gone with a pool of blood in its place. I repeat the action on his other arm. He is passed out now. His leg. His other leg.
I look down at myself, drenched in his blood, and I snicker a little. Something about the complete removal of limbs without anesthasia gave me a giddy feeling on the inside. I take off my glove, and reach forward, checking his pulse. It was still there. I raised a strong boy. I open his eyes, and pull out my sewing needle that I used for... precision strikes. I hold the long, sharp needle over his powered off mechanical eyes, and drive it forward. I hear a soothing noise as his eye pops and the mechanical insides begin to fail, coming with it, a small fountain of blood. I lean over to the other side, and repeat the action, making sure it covers my face this time.
I look over his body, and check his pulse again. Nothing. A shame, but it was admirable that he survived so long. The bloody pulp of a torso sits on the table, beneath it, a pool of blood. I dig into his torso for my knife, and I retract it, still warm. I apply it to his neck, and begin cutting, watching his head roll off the table with a satisfied grin. I walk over to the conveniently placed sink and wash my hands off, before drawing a thin series of ropes from my bag. I grab the torso, still dripping with excess blood, and I shove the rope through, making it come out the other side. I stand on the table, and I take the rope, pinning it to the ceiling with a nail. I repeat the action with each of his body parts, and step down to examine my masterpeice.
Beautiful.
I draw my camera, and snap a few photos, a wild grin on my face the entire time, the euphoria and the adrenaline of the kill still rushing through my body. I walk out the door, and head to the showers, a cold one would do this time. I wash off the blood and gore of my son, and feel rejuvenated, before returning to Central Command...
Now for the Audio messages adressed to people in the event he died and could not be cloned. Click on the message titles to be sent to the actual message.
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To: Fai Sinsa. From: Selvion Renworth.
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To: Jenifer Clewett. From: Selvion Renworth.
...
To: Lysanuh Dilgan. From: Selvion Renworth.
...
To: Emily Berkheimer. From: Selvion Renworth.
...
To: Jason Sanders. From: Selvion Renworth.
...
To: Amelia Jameson. From: Selvion Renworth.
...
To: Cecillia Lambert. From: Selvion Renworth.
...
To: Analiese Kleinhenz. From: Selvion Renworth.
...
To: Morihane Siyru. From: Selvion Renworth.
...
Note, I probably missed a few characters. If your character knew Selvion, then shoot me a message on this here thread and I can make another log for them.
You can reply IC'ly to this thread if you so wish.
Who am I? That's one Hell of a question. Who could answer that question, in reality? No one. But every person has their own little answer, formed in their little heads for the time that someone asks them, "Who are you?" My name is Samuel John Renworth.
I have been working for the NanoTrasen assasination department for ten years now. Some would call me an evil man. I murdered my family... my wife... Two of my sons, and one of my daughters. I mutilated the other son. He, and his sister, were the only survivors to my onslaught.
I joined NanoTrasen on the promise that I would one day be able to kill my surviving son. The one that escaped me, joined the military, and became a slave to the same organization I now hold ties to. The victory... would be sweet. I could do whatever I wanted, and get away with it. My dream.
I got up from my chair, spinning around the knife that I used, eleven years ago, to cut out my son's eyes after using the same knife to cut into his Fiance at the time. I traced that blade over every inch of her body... listened to her squeals for mercy, begging for the man strapped to a chair to help her, to no avail. He did nothing. It was... delicious. My PDA began to ring with a message. I glanced down at it, to see the comotion. It was Admiral Sven.
"Hello?" I asked, waiting for a response from the other end.
"Agent Creed?" Replied the other end, using my codename.
"This is Creed. What do you need signed today?" My standard greeting procedure, if a bit cleche.
"Agent Creed, your wish is granted. The perpertrator is being called to the NSS Archemedes, pending a transfer. You will strike within the abandoned office of the Archemedes. Security is told to ignore your presence. Enjoy yourself." With that, the admiral hangs up. I am left to grin my wicked grin, reaching my hand up to rub my bald head, and back down to stroke my goatee. Finally.
I took my briefcase, and slid my katana deep into its shieth at my waist. I put on my sunglasses, and walked to my front door. Opening it, I walked out, and down the steps of my house. Right across the way was my son's old manor. The one that belonged to me, now in the hands of some Japenese family. Maybe I would be allowed to end them, too, one day.
I took the shuttle to Central Command, where I was redirected on a straight course to the NSS Archimedes. After landing, I hop out, and make my way to the abandoned office. There, I would wait. It could be a few minutes until my dear sun arrives, or it could be hours. I would have have to wait and see...
...
Selvion Renworth groans as the computer beside Fai's bed begins to bleep and bloop, alerting the Captain that he was requested. Stirring out of bed, he looks around the small room that was Fai's, on her ship. Looking beside him, he smiles at the sleeping Fai, and brings a hand down to her face, trailing it down for a moment, before beginning to get up. He sits down at the computer, and sighs, trying to remain quiet for Fai's sake.
"Captain Selvion Renworth: Report to NMSS Odin ASAP."
Selvion sighed. He did not know what why Central needed him... so damn early, or why it was high priority, but he would adhere to the message anyway. After all, he had taken the day before off to spend it with Fai. He owed CC at least his presence.
Selvion got up, and grabbed his boxers. Slipping them on, he fished the wardrobe for his jumpsuit, also putting it on. He grabs his shoes, and slips them on as well, before having some dofficulty finding his jacket. When he finally does find it, he puts it on, and straightens it, rolling his shoulders a little. He finds his cap easily, always on the table beside the door, and puts it on, lastly grabbing his sunglasses. He walks to the bathroom for a moment, and checks himself out in the mirror, before smiling, and nodding to himself. He walks to the teleporter in the ship, and inputs the one command he has memorised, to send to CC.
He steps out the other side, to the bustling place that is Central Command. Workers and offiecers rush about, and the murmer of voices is present throughout every corner of the station, it seemed. He takes a deep breath, his eyes whirring as he looks around, and begins walking, his shoes making a clanking noise with each step he takes. He reaches the transit shuttle docking area, and scans the docking list. He finds what he is looking for, the "NSS Archemedes: Departing: Now." He makes a bit of a hustle to get to the shuttle, and walks in, the only other passengers being a strange looking Tajaran, and a grimy looking man, who seemed to jump at every noise. Selvion takes a seat, and waits for the shuttle to lurch.
After arriving at the NSS Archemedes, he gets an immediate message from the captain. "Hello, Selv! Good to see you :) it's Harold Lake, remember me, from the academy??"
Selvion smiles, and nods at the PDA, before respond. "Harold! hot dam dude, it's been forever! y was I requested?" After a short minute. "2 long 2 explain, but u r needed at the abandoned office. Ur familiar with Tiger class stations rite?" Selvion responds simply, "yep omw."
Selvion begins walking down the hall, the station seeming mostly empty. He walks into the abandoned office, and looks around, his eyes giving the otherwise completely dark room a small amount of illumination. He looks around for a light switch, and doesn't find one. He frowns a little, and his eyes whirr along with the frown. After a short moment, he hears footsteps.
"My, my, my... hasn't it been... so long, sonny?"
...
I saw my son standing there, walking in from the door. He had no idea what was about to happen. Perfect. After announcing my presence, I leap forward and seize the now grown man, at least five inches taller than me, and I pin him to the floor. Oddly enough... he wasn't resisting. He was paralysed in fear, stuttering like some baffoon. Crying. It was wonderful. I smile at him, the murder in my eyes most evident to him even through my sunglasses as he tries to draw back.
I drew the knife from my pocket. It was so close, the moment I had dreamed of for years and years... finally, right here in front of me. The anticipation of the coming kill, the coming murder, made my hands shake and shiver as I grab the man below me by the hair and shove him toward the wall. I waste no time in the act. With a sudden motion, I thrust the knife forward, deep into the man's belly. His blood coat my hand, and spills out onto the floor, and stains his navy blue jacket a crimson red.
I retract the knife with a spurt of blood following it, and I thrust forward again, this time blood spraying onto my face and clothes. And again. Again. Again. And again. Again. His chest is nothing but a leaking fluid sac now. Again. Again. And finally, one last time, I shove the knife deep into him, leaivng it in there. I remove my hand, now drenched in the liquid, and observe his face. It is a shocked, pale face, and blood drips from the man's mouth. He is still alive.
I take him by the hair again, and set him on a table. I draw my hacksaw, and I rip off his sunglasses, making him look at the hacksaw. He is muttering something, but I do not hear him. I waste no time again, and I bring the hacksaw to his arm, and begin, at first, slowly making the rythmic sawing motion that comes with cutting. I hear him gurgle a yell of pain, and someones name in the terrified yell, but I ignore it, holding him down and continueing to saw, until the arm is gone with a pool of blood in its place. I repeat the action on his other arm. He is passed out now. His leg. His other leg.
I look down at myself, drenched in his blood, and I snicker a little. Something about the complete removal of limbs without anesthasia gave me a giddy feeling on the inside. I take off my glove, and reach forward, checking his pulse. It was still there. I raised a strong boy. I open his eyes, and pull out my sewing needle that I used for... precision strikes. I hold the long, sharp needle over his powered off mechanical eyes, and drive it forward. I hear a soothing noise as his eye pops and the mechanical insides begin to fail, coming with it, a small fountain of blood. I lean over to the other side, and repeat the action, making sure it covers my face this time.
I look over his body, and check his pulse again. Nothing. A shame, but it was admirable that he survived so long. The bloody pulp of a torso sits on the table, beneath it, a pool of blood. I dig into his torso for my knife, and I retract it, still warm. I apply it to his neck, and begin cutting, watching his head roll off the table with a satisfied grin. I walk over to the conveniently placed sink and wash my hands off, before drawing a thin series of ropes from my bag. I grab the torso, still dripping with excess blood, and I shove the rope through, making it come out the other side. I stand on the table, and I take the rope, pinning it to the ceiling with a nail. I repeat the action with each of his body parts, and step down to examine my masterpeice.
Beautiful.
I draw my camera, and snap a few photos, a wild grin on my face the entire time, the euphoria and the adrenaline of the kill still rushing through my body. I walk out the door, and head to the showers, a cold one would do this time. I wash off the blood and gore of my son, and feel rejuvenated, before returning to Central Command...
Now for the Audio messages adressed to people in the event he died and could not be cloned. Click on the message titles to be sent to the actual message.
...
To: Fai Sinsa. From: Selvion Renworth.
...
To: Jenifer Clewett. From: Selvion Renworth.
...
To: Lysanuh Dilgan. From: Selvion Renworth.
...
To: Emily Berkheimer. From: Selvion Renworth.
...
To: Jason Sanders. From: Selvion Renworth.
...
To: Amelia Jameson. From: Selvion Renworth.
...
To: Cecillia Lambert. From: Selvion Renworth.
...
To: Analiese Kleinhenz. From: Selvion Renworth.
...
To: Morihane Siyru. From: Selvion Renworth.
...
Note, I probably missed a few characters. If your character knew Selvion, then shoot me a message on this here thread and I can make another log for them.
You can reply IC'ly to this thread if you so wish.
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