Pathos
05-12-2003, 12:06 PM
PROLOGUE
We open in a dark and gloomy dungeon (strangely reminiscent of a gaming level - say, oh, Lost Tomb). Rats and other assorted nasties scuttle and scamper in the incorporeal gloom. A modestly tall, dark figure enters the room via the RL area. He sports long, wild hair and moves with the grace of a girl. This is PATHOS of the MERC of the ROUND TABLE. At least it WAS round until GRIM REAPERS SERIOUSLY STONED stumbled into it while tripping... now it's the "Sort-of-Round Table." Anyway, out of the darkness leaps middle-aged horror GRIM REAPERS SIRCLES!
SIRCLES: RHAR! What manner of girlish yet strangely blokey creature are you?!
PATHOS: I am Pathos of the MERC of the SORT-OF-ROUND TABLE! Or something. I am here to vanquish thee!
SIRCLES (ready to smite with his STONE OF RIGHTEOUSNESS): You and what army, Porthos is it?
PATHOS (tossing his hair in a feminine, yet strangely gallant gesture): Me and THIS army, Sircly one!
(From behind PATHOS of THE MERC, SALVATION, DARK LEVIATHAN and MR SLiK - likewise all of THE MERC - leap into view armed to the hilt. Well okay, so they're waving butter knives, but they are all out of butter! They are followed closely, as ever, by faithful COURT JESTER PHOENIX.)
SIRCLES (a look of horror passing his animalian visage): Well bugger me!
SALVATION: Let's rock!
DARK LEVIATHAN: Let's rock? You really do suck as a leader, you know that?
SALVATION : Flirt later, fight now.
DARK LEVIATHAN: I love it when you get all grunty and succint.
COURT JESTER PHOENIX: Okay, look at me now! Look at me! Weee! Pay attention to me! Mememe.
MR SLiK (licking his butter knife with intent): Remind me again why we let him hang with us?
COURT JESTER PHOENIX: Oh jokey freund Slik, I shall bard thee a riposte later, for matters doth impress upon us! To this i say - MERCS to arms! Harken to me! TO ME! Pen1s! ME! PEN1S!
With that stirring battlecry, the MERCS and eternally hapless, though oddly endearing COURT JESTER PHOENIX charge at the loathsome, spherical, SIRCLY creature, butter knives whistling through the air. Suddenly the dungeon fills with static (no, not STATIC OF THE MERC - HE IS "COMING SOON"), the crowd flickers and warps. There is a blinding white flash and..
!ZAP!
THE GAMEMECCA crowd are standing around in HOLO-SERIOUS SAM, the latest holographic goody from CROW-TEAM that all the kiddies, young and very old, are playing. Still. There is a moment or two of silence as the gang adjusts to REALITY.
REAL WORLD PHOENIX: Pay attention to me! ME! Here i am! MEMEME! Weee.
REAL WORLD MR SLiK: Sigh...
REAL WORLD SIRCLES: Okay next time i play the bad guy, i get to wear a SKIRT!
REAL WORLD DARK LEVIATHAN: Sh1t, I think I've got a VIRTUAL hang over.
REAL WORLD SALVATION: Just shut up and kiss me you minx...
(Cut to CREDIT SEQUENCE as they embrace and the music swells)
SOGGY CHEW TOY PRODUCTIONS PRESENTS
GAMEMECCA - THE MOVIE
Coming soon... Episode 1: When Pathos Gets Bored. [waves arms in a suitably magic-like gesture] (http://www.gamemecca.net/forums/showpost.php?p=258200&postcount=3)
We open in a dark and gloomy dungeon (strangely reminiscent of a gaming level - say, oh, Lost Tomb). Rats and other assorted nasties scuttle and scamper in the incorporeal gloom. A modestly tall, dark figure enters the room via the RL area. He sports long, wild hair and moves with the grace of a girl. This is PATHOS of the MERC of the ROUND TABLE. At least it WAS round until GRIM REAPERS SERIOUSLY STONED stumbled into it while tripping... now it's the "Sort-of-Round Table." Anyway, out of the darkness leaps middle-aged horror GRIM REAPERS SIRCLES!
SIRCLES: RHAR! What manner of girlish yet strangely blokey creature are you?!
PATHOS: I am Pathos of the MERC of the SORT-OF-ROUND TABLE! Or something. I am here to vanquish thee!
SIRCLES (ready to smite with his STONE OF RIGHTEOUSNESS): You and what army, Porthos is it?
PATHOS (tossing his hair in a feminine, yet strangely gallant gesture): Me and THIS army, Sircly one!
(From behind PATHOS of THE MERC, SALVATION, DARK LEVIATHAN and MR SLiK - likewise all of THE MERC - leap into view armed to the hilt. Well okay, so they're waving butter knives, but they are all out of butter! They are followed closely, as ever, by faithful COURT JESTER PHOENIX.)
SIRCLES (a look of horror passing his animalian visage): Well bugger me!
SALVATION: Let's rock!
DARK LEVIATHAN: Let's rock? You really do suck as a leader, you know that?
SALVATION : Flirt later, fight now.
DARK LEVIATHAN: I love it when you get all grunty and succint.
COURT JESTER PHOENIX: Okay, look at me now! Look at me! Weee! Pay attention to me! Mememe.
MR SLiK (licking his butter knife with intent): Remind me again why we let him hang with us?
COURT JESTER PHOENIX: Oh jokey freund Slik, I shall bard thee a riposte later, for matters doth impress upon us! To this i say - MERCS to arms! Harken to me! TO ME! Pen1s! ME! PEN1S!
With that stirring battlecry, the MERCS and eternally hapless, though oddly endearing COURT JESTER PHOENIX charge at the loathsome, spherical, SIRCLY creature, butter knives whistling through the air. Suddenly the dungeon fills with static (no, not STATIC OF THE MERC - HE IS "COMING SOON"), the crowd flickers and warps. There is a blinding white flash and..
!ZAP!
THE GAMEMECCA crowd are standing around in HOLO-SERIOUS SAM, the latest holographic goody from CROW-TEAM that all the kiddies, young and very old, are playing. Still. There is a moment or two of silence as the gang adjusts to REALITY.
REAL WORLD PHOENIX: Pay attention to me! ME! Here i am! MEMEME! Weee.
REAL WORLD MR SLiK: Sigh...
REAL WORLD SIRCLES: Okay next time i play the bad guy, i get to wear a SKIRT!
REAL WORLD DARK LEVIATHAN: Sh1t, I think I've got a VIRTUAL hang over.
REAL WORLD SALVATION: Just shut up and kiss me you minx...
(Cut to CREDIT SEQUENCE as they embrace and the music swells)
SOGGY CHEW TOY PRODUCTIONS PRESENTS
GAMEMECCA - THE MOVIE
Coming soon... Episode 1: When Pathos Gets Bored. [waves arms in a suitably magic-like gesture] (http://www.gamemecca.net/forums/showpost.php?p=258200&postcount=3)