Post by Dylan on Sept 16, 2019 1:08:18 GMT -5
September 9th, 2019
The sound of metal chains clinking fills a dark void of blackness in the video feed.
The visuals open on a gaggle of armed alien guards around one prisoner, dragging him through dark, dreary looking halls. We can easily tell by the long, stringy hair, build and posture that this is Dylan, who was last seen days ago being captured by Big Drag Dark's forces of evil. He looks bruised and a bit thin, perhaps starved, and dirty too. He doesn't seem to be resisting the captivity attempts, looking mentally and physically worn down. The posse turns, dragging him along down another hall before walking into a big, thronelike room. And there, sat on a throne, is the dark lord himself.
Big Drag, Dark.
Dylan stares down he who sits in front of him, and Drag just... smiles. That big, wide, bright red tainted smile. He speaks in a loud, booming voice that shakes everyone to their core.
BIG DRAG DARK: WELL WELL WELL, IT'S FEARGAL'S FAVORITE FOOTSOLDIER AND DEFENSE AGAINST THE DARK FORCES LEADER DYLAN BLACK! HOW DO YOU DO?
Dylan remains silent, not speaking. Drag frowns, and snaps his fingers.
BIG DRAG DARK: WELCOME TO MY VACATION HOME! I HOPE YOU'LL FIND IT QUITE COMFORTABLE HERE AS I DO!
BDD now wears a hawaiian shirt, khakis, sunglasses and chaklas. He sips out of a coconut and sits down in a hammock.
BIG DRAG DARK: SO WHAT BRINGS YOU TO MY HUMBLE PRESENSE? PERHAPS YOU'D LIKE TO SACRIFICE ALL THE REALMS FOR A NEAT PAIR OF CROCS?
Dylan glares up at the godlike deity, the heavy shackles binding him to the floor, restraining him from lashing out at Drag. He looks at Big Drag, spitting at him, and lashing out with a poisoned response.
Dylan: I'm here to put you down, you big dumb bastard. I'm here to kill you, you dowel creature!
Drag lets out a hearty laugh, before ripping off his happy face and growing a serious one in its place. He walks over to Dylan, standing a few feet in front of him and cracking his knuckles.
BIG DRAG DARK: AND JUST HOW DO YOU PLAN TO DO THAT? HM? YOU'RE CHAINED, UNARMED, READY TO FACE ME IN BATTLE? THE ODDS ARE SO NOT IN YOUR FAVOR I FIND IT SUPREMELY LAUGHABLE!
Dylan sits there, panting, angry. But able to take action. BDD just leans forward, sneering.
BIG DRAG DARK: FANCY TELLING ME HOW YOU PLAN TO STOP ME WHEN I'M THE MOST POWERFUL DEITY IN ALL FABRICS OF EVERYTHING?!
BDD Dylan by the throat, lifting him into the air.
BIG DRAG DARK: NO? NO MATTER THEN, AS THERE'S NO POSSIBLE WAY FOR YOU TO UPEND MY STRANGLEHOLD OF POWER UPON THE MULTIVERSE. SINCE YOU WON'T BE BEATING ME ANYTIME SOON,WELL LET'S HAVE A LITTLE FUN THEN, SHALL WE?
BDD pulls his hand back, but before he can strike, Dylan whispers out one single phrase.
Dylan: You... will never... be... a god...
BDD pauses, before a great smile covers his face. He open palm strikes Dylan right on the chest (kinda like a Walter chop, yaknow?), and he pushes Dylan's astral form out of his physical body, sending him through astral planes across various undiscovered dimensions (think of the very same scene in Doctor Strange). He flies through an acid trip of a scenery, with worlds and space flying by him.
Meanwhile, Big Drag now has Dylan's physical body prone, voided, and all to himself. Big Drag cups his hand, and a ball of dark energy, pulsating purple and black. He opens Dylan's mouth, and drops it like a gumball down his throat. What that ball represents, well we won't figure that out just yet
. But with whatever manic intentions Drag had, he accomplished his mission. He then grabs the air, which in turn grabs Dylan's astral form. He steps back, and throws a fastball with Dylan's astral form, which catches his physical one and smashes into an escape pod. Dylan comes back into consciousness, now in a pod adrift in space. He looks around; did all of that really just happen? Something feels off... he feels his power is drained, he's exhausted. He slumps back on the pilot's chair, pressing a few buttons for turning on autopilot and setting a destination.
Computer: Course set for the Cosmic Realm, destination: Earth.
He smiles faintly, and leans back. It was time he got some well deserved rest.
September 12th, 2019
IRW Headquarters, Feargal's Basement
Dylan steps out of the escape pod, it's been 3 days since he began his flight to Earth. He is now home. But... nobody is in the HQ to greet him. Not Feargal, Uncle Hogan, Mama Gail. Any IRW staff, both good or evil. He walks over to a desk, with a few casefiles in it. He opens the file, and it notes that the IRW CEO is missing in action, not been seen for days, weeks even. He doesn't care right now though, he walks out of the basement, into Mama Gail's kitchen. He shuffles around, but all food supplies are empty.
Dylan: Fucking great. I've starved for... fuck knows how long, and not a damn bit of food to eat. Anywhere. I'm back on Earth, the first fucking thing I want is a cheeseburger!
Dylan turns on a small TV on the counter, and begins prepping for his burger. He forms a patty, dropping it on a griddle while he cuts tomatoes, lettuce, onions, and slathers some mayo on the buns. As he flips the burgers and puts some cheese on it, some catchy music catches his ear. He looks to the tele to see what program is on. What plays on the TV surprises him. The TV plays an ad for AWF: Fired Up! They showcase the likes of Seth Dillenger, Chris Card, Raiden Ishimori. There's 26 enlisted people, but one sticks out in particular.
Because right before he left to be a space cowboy, he'd signed up for Fired Up! He stares at his face in the reflection, and groans.
Dylan: Son of a bi-
Fin.
