Story Time
The Prelude (AKA Wednesday Night)
The Agent departs from work on his day off, rushing home to join Oruc_Reis and one of the Agent's skull-feasting girls as they get ready to depart for the evening. The Destination is Luna in Royal Oak, where a celebration in honor of the birth of Warchild by the way of electroshock therapy for the ears, pink fuzzy skull-bunnies for the mouth, and familiar company for the eyes. The Skull-Feaster covered the sense of touch and the scent of conspiracy was thick in the air, thus indulging all five of the Agent's senses.
But this night was doomed to be short and of low consequence, for the following morning would come too soon and find the Agent once again enslaved to a corporate monster inside of a giant Orange Box. So after a few drinks and a few songs and some strange conversation, the Agent and Co. prepared for departure. But somewhere in the mix this conversation occurred.
Warchild: ...going to Columbus... (inaudible to the Agent) rental car and hotel room...
Agent: When are you going where and with who?
Warchild: Tomorrow and...
Agent: (cutting him off) And you come back when?
Warchild: Friday before Seven
Agent: What time tomorrow?
Warchild: Noon or so
Agent: Who are you riding down with?
Warchild: Alone. Vivid is... (breaks into conversation explaining how others are something and something and sunday so he cannot something. Agent was not listening.)
Agent: Can I tag along?
Warchild: Hell yeah.
They exchange numbers and the Agent does not even know what he has agreed to. All he knows is that he must call the Warchild by noon the following day and that they are driving somewhere, he is pretty sure it is in Ohio. The Agent and Co. depart, and before long he has sunk into the oblivion of dreams...
The Day of Reckoning
After an early and uneventful morning, the Agent discovers a small selection of Halloween merchandise and makes a few needless purchases. He then heads home, gets some things together and calls the Warchild. They discuss something about a rental car and the Agent decides it would be much better to take his car, which he has an unhealthy fixation on. It will save on the loot so it seems like a great call. After some formalities and preperation (the Agent in his home writing poems about degeneracy and the Warchild playing Warcrack) they meet up and hit the road.
The descent into the ugly realm known to mortals as Ohio went swift and painless, and before long the pair of monsters grew hungry and needed gas for their infernal steed. So they stopped in a nameless town that blighted the landscape, and the first thing they saw was a sign in the sky which read: ADULT They avoid it and get food in a gas station restaraunt and encounter an elvis impersonator, an amputee and a handful of high school girls poisoned by some sort of strange zombifying effect caused by the local water supply. They eat quickly and stock up on caffeine, and before long are heading further into the kingdom of forgotten reality.
An exchange of drivers and endless miles of road seduce the Agent into a coma, and before long they are in Columbus. By this time the Agent has discovered the purpose of this mission, which is of course to attend Havana Nights, an SG event at a bar that will be infested with Suicide Girls from many lands. It sounds like a lot of fun, and it turns out that a few of the michigan SGs, Vivid and Annisa will be there much to the delight of Agent. He will also once again encounter the local monster called Meow for which he is relieved that he has brought his hat. The last time he saw her and did not have it she threatened to kill him. He learned his lesson and was set to prove it.
After checking into a far too fashionable hotel and having a valet park the car, the Warchild contacted Vivid and we decided to go meet them for pizza. He pleasantly did not mention that he had the Agent with him, and while the gesture was not on purpose it set the groundwork for a fascinating conspiratorial encounter to come. They went back to get the car, and the Agent was approached and asked if he was the Valet, because apparently to the elderly community a guy in a misfits T and a Top Hat looks qualified to park their car. She was horrified to discover he was a hotel guest, and before long the Agent and Warchild were heading to a pizza place called Hound Dogs.
They arrived before the parade of SGs and set the tone with music. They waited and before long the Agent spotted Meow. It took a moment for his image to sink in, and then the look of shock conquered her face. As she approached and greeted him, Vivid passed by to attack the leg of the Warchild. After less than a minute she suddenly realized who she walked past, and turned to confirm. The sight of the Agent provoked violence, and what happened over the next 3 minutes is too graphic for this journal, as if has left permanent scars on the left cheek and right calf of the Agent. When she was done beating him mercilessly she said hello and smiled, at which point the Agent pleasantly greeted Annisa.
The dinner that ensued brought many more SGs to the table, but the only one the Agent remembers meeting from that time was Salome. One of the few girls he considers himself a fan of (being quite the horror fiend and obsessed with THE METAL) he was thrilled to meet her. Before the pizza arrived some incriminating pictures were taken of the Agent and Vivid cutting lines of parmesan cheese and snorting it through a straw. While the Agent only pretended, he watched Vivid snort at least 4 ounces of the pungent white-ish powder and turn into and even scarier version of herself.
Following the Dinner, the Warchild and the Agent departed for a nearby liquor establishment to purchase bottles of liquor for continuation after a night at the bar. It was a move of pure presumption, one that would later prove funny and useless, as the Agent still owns the bottle bought in Ohio and it has yet to be cracked. They then checked back in and confirmed plans, returned the car and the newly acquired booze to their room, and began the 8 block walk to the establishment called Havana.
****TO BE CONTINUED**** (Author's note: A shorter but still amazing and complete account can be found in Warchild's journal)
The Prelude (AKA Wednesday Night)
The Agent departs from work on his day off, rushing home to join Oruc_Reis and one of the Agent's skull-feasting girls as they get ready to depart for the evening. The Destination is Luna in Royal Oak, where a celebration in honor of the birth of Warchild by the way of electroshock therapy for the ears, pink fuzzy skull-bunnies for the mouth, and familiar company for the eyes. The Skull-Feaster covered the sense of touch and the scent of conspiracy was thick in the air, thus indulging all five of the Agent's senses.
But this night was doomed to be short and of low consequence, for the following morning would come too soon and find the Agent once again enslaved to a corporate monster inside of a giant Orange Box. So after a few drinks and a few songs and some strange conversation, the Agent and Co. prepared for departure. But somewhere in the mix this conversation occurred.
Warchild: ...going to Columbus... (inaudible to the Agent) rental car and hotel room...
Agent: When are you going where and with who?
Warchild: Tomorrow and...
Agent: (cutting him off) And you come back when?
Warchild: Friday before Seven
Agent: What time tomorrow?
Warchild: Noon or so
Agent: Who are you riding down with?
Warchild: Alone. Vivid is... (breaks into conversation explaining how others are something and something and sunday so he cannot something. Agent was not listening.)
Agent: Can I tag along?
Warchild: Hell yeah.
They exchange numbers and the Agent does not even know what he has agreed to. All he knows is that he must call the Warchild by noon the following day and that they are driving somewhere, he is pretty sure it is in Ohio. The Agent and Co. depart, and before long he has sunk into the oblivion of dreams...
The Day of Reckoning
After an early and uneventful morning, the Agent discovers a small selection of Halloween merchandise and makes a few needless purchases. He then heads home, gets some things together and calls the Warchild. They discuss something about a rental car and the Agent decides it would be much better to take his car, which he has an unhealthy fixation on. It will save on the loot so it seems like a great call. After some formalities and preperation (the Agent in his home writing poems about degeneracy and the Warchild playing Warcrack) they meet up and hit the road.
The descent into the ugly realm known to mortals as Ohio went swift and painless, and before long the pair of monsters grew hungry and needed gas for their infernal steed. So they stopped in a nameless town that blighted the landscape, and the first thing they saw was a sign in the sky which read: ADULT They avoid it and get food in a gas station restaraunt and encounter an elvis impersonator, an amputee and a handful of high school girls poisoned by some sort of strange zombifying effect caused by the local water supply. They eat quickly and stock up on caffeine, and before long are heading further into the kingdom of forgotten reality.
An exchange of drivers and endless miles of road seduce the Agent into a coma, and before long they are in Columbus. By this time the Agent has discovered the purpose of this mission, which is of course to attend Havana Nights, an SG event at a bar that will be infested with Suicide Girls from many lands. It sounds like a lot of fun, and it turns out that a few of the michigan SGs, Vivid and Annisa will be there much to the delight of Agent. He will also once again encounter the local monster called Meow for which he is relieved that he has brought his hat. The last time he saw her and did not have it she threatened to kill him. He learned his lesson and was set to prove it.
After checking into a far too fashionable hotel and having a valet park the car, the Warchild contacted Vivid and we decided to go meet them for pizza. He pleasantly did not mention that he had the Agent with him, and while the gesture was not on purpose it set the groundwork for a fascinating conspiratorial encounter to come. They went back to get the car, and the Agent was approached and asked if he was the Valet, because apparently to the elderly community a guy in a misfits T and a Top Hat looks qualified to park their car. She was horrified to discover he was a hotel guest, and before long the Agent and Warchild were heading to a pizza place called Hound Dogs.
They arrived before the parade of SGs and set the tone with music. They waited and before long the Agent spotted Meow. It took a moment for his image to sink in, and then the look of shock conquered her face. As she approached and greeted him, Vivid passed by to attack the leg of the Warchild. After less than a minute she suddenly realized who she walked past, and turned to confirm. The sight of the Agent provoked violence, and what happened over the next 3 minutes is too graphic for this journal, as if has left permanent scars on the left cheek and right calf of the Agent. When she was done beating him mercilessly she said hello and smiled, at which point the Agent pleasantly greeted Annisa.
The dinner that ensued brought many more SGs to the table, but the only one the Agent remembers meeting from that time was Salome. One of the few girls he considers himself a fan of (being quite the horror fiend and obsessed with THE METAL) he was thrilled to meet her. Before the pizza arrived some incriminating pictures were taken of the Agent and Vivid cutting lines of parmesan cheese and snorting it through a straw. While the Agent only pretended, he watched Vivid snort at least 4 ounces of the pungent white-ish powder and turn into and even scarier version of herself.
Following the Dinner, the Warchild and the Agent departed for a nearby liquor establishment to purchase bottles of liquor for continuation after a night at the bar. It was a move of pure presumption, one that would later prove funny and useless, as the Agent still owns the bottle bought in Ohio and it has yet to be cracked. They then checked back in and confirmed plans, returned the car and the newly acquired booze to their room, and began the 8 block walk to the establishment called Havana.
****TO BE CONTINUED**** (Author's note: A shorter but still amazing and complete account can be found in Warchild's journal)
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where was I ?
I heard other girls talking of violence and I had no idea I was involved..
I think many of us were trying to piece the night together..sometimes it is better not to.
in my head..we all met up for pizza
then had some cocktails
chatted and danced a bit and said our farewells..
in reality somewhere in between those events there was a massive blackout
hows your head?