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Dante's Inferno (series)
Started by Perfect_Chaos
(2013-10-09 03:17:27)
Perfect_Chaos (2013-10-09 03:17:27)
(I've been wanting to make a series like this for a while, and this is the worst place to share it anyways.) Characters: Dante: 17, Red hair, really serious, especially with the apocalypse. He is in search for the demon blade to destroy all that caused the apocalypse. Maria: 17 Blue hair, She is less serious, her mom died at the hands of herself because a killer forced her to. (Also, the series is quite sad) Plot: There was someone named Dr. Cluik, he decided to create guard robots, but they rebelled as soon as they got popular, it is unknown why. Later, it was revealed that some countries secretly kept nuclear weapons. Some time later, someone discovered the wrapons and accidently had it fall on them. Instead of dying he was a zombie. It wasn't long until up to 1000 people were zombies. Fortunately, they were captured and partially de-zombified, they somehow escaped only this time, they were not being able to turn others into zombies. Later Hell broke loose as all spirits awoke, even the evil ones, and even monsters. They all had a war, and it's still going on. However a team might just be able to stop the war.

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2013-11-11 02:02:40

Perfect_Chaos (2013-10-16 03:27:42)
1. Friends: "Time to die", Flake said as a slash wave hit me. I bled from my arm. All of a sudden someone came and stabbed Flake in the shoulder so he ran off. "Are you okay?" She asked, "My name's Maria, what yours?
"Dante", I responded.
"We should team up."
"No, sorry, I go solo"
"Oh, okay then" She then left. I then saw Flake coming back, right away, he threw a katana at my sword and it flew off. I was stuck in a corner here.
Perfect_Chaos (2013-10-24 20:24:44)
Then another sword hit me, but this time in the stomach.
"Sorry", Maria said.
"It looks like she's on my side.
"Why did you come back?" I asked. "I-",
"Leave"
"But"
"Now!" She left. Flake then stabbed me in the chest missing my heart, but just barely. Maria then came back striking Flake, He then ran. "Y-you saved me!"
"I had to".
"Let's team up".
Perfect_Chaos (2013-10-31 00:53:14)
Characters: Daniel: 18 Black hair, has a little sister who's name is....
Sarah: Blonde, 8 years old

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2013-11-11 02:03:30

Perfect_Chaos (2013-10-31 01:07:22)
2. Robots "This place looks kinda weird", Sarah said.
"Shh", I said. *I heard a rock from the top*
"IT'S A TRAP!" *ten robots surro und us* "What do we do?", Sarah asked. "Leave it to me."
I slashed 3 robots upon the waist and slammed them into 6 others, however, the last one had escaped.
Perfect_Chaos (2013-11-11 01:18:51)
"Damn" I said.
"Stay here",
"But",
"No buts" I said as I chased after the robot. After a while, I finally caught up with it. "Stop following me." The robot said.
"Y-you can talk?"
"Yes, I'm human."
"But you look like a robot."
"Yes, that's because I'm trapped in a robot suit. You see Dr. Cluik didn't create the robots he-" All of a sudden, a man with a claw for a hand dug his claw through the robot's stoumache. I instantly realized, it was Dr. Cluik. "What a pain", he said.
"You basturd!"
"Now now no need to resort to name calling"
I tried to slash him, however, he dodged and ran. I carried the robot to where I originally was. I looked around and quickly realized, Sarah was gone.

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2013-11-11 01:32:38

Perfect_Chaos (2013-11-11 01:43:03)
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Perfect_Chaos (2013-11-11 02:01:02)
Characters: Melin-Chan, 12 years old, short blue hair, humorous. Kini-Chan, 12 years, 4-inch hair, also humourous.
 

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