The Nightside [RPG]

"Of course I don't know who you are. Those I do know usually are dead or about to be."

Wait, I hear something, I wish to we wait, go on without me, I hear herr Valker. I must go talk to him, he is with a stranger. *Runs to Walker and meets up with the others present* Who are you two. Valker who are these people! Do you require aid?

Ezekiel turned to Ludwig. "Why, hello there. Do you have any ice cream?"

Was, das ist sehr blöd!
(Damian Zombie time)

'Shit, more people.' thinks Guardian. 'Time to go.'
"Well, thanks for answering my question Walker. I have to leave. Too many people have seen me now. I bid you a good night."
Guardian pulls the shadows towards him, dissapearing.

Ezekiel looked at Ludwig. "Do you have some ice cream and root beer?"

Nein, I have blood and vodka, but no ice cream and root beer.

"That sounds fine. Give me the Vodka." With this Ezekiel reached into his right jacket pocket, and pulled out a giant machine gun. "Hmm.. No." he reached in again and pulled out a nuke. "Dammit." he reached in again and pulled out some vanilla ice cream. "AHA!! Now, where's that Vodka?"

*Hands Ezekial the vodka* Now, what to do?

Ezekiel took the vodka, then reached into his jacket pocket again, this time pulling out a blender. he poured the ice cream and Vodka into the blender, and turned it on. When it was done blending, he took two large glasses out of his right jacket pocket, and filled them both up with the mixture. He offered one to Ludwig, "Want some?"

"Uh, sure vy not?" *Ludwig grabs think drink, pours in down his throat and slams the glass* Now, what do we do?

"Just a moment." Ezekiel once again reached into his right jacket pocket, this time pulling out a P.D.A. with a pentacle carved into it. He went through the schedule in the P.D.A. then, "Ah, according to my schedule, I have to go kill an agent of God."

Aziryth placed his arm on the wall.
"Agent of God? Ain't me."

"No, not you. That guy, over there." Ezekiel reached, yet again, into his right jacket pocket, and pulled out the biggest handgun in the history/future of mankind. He pointed it at some guy in a black suit, and shot him in the head.

"Ah. I see."
He reached to his pockets.
"I have some news for you and Walker, Ezekiel. It's urgent."

"Ok, what is so urgent that you force me to act serious?"

"I saw two angels over the horizon when I spied on you."
He flinched.
"And there was a demon being absorbed by them. They're making a hybrid, Ezekiel."

Well, then we kill the demon, and be done with it, ja.

(Damian lets play zombies!)

"We cannot. You have not seen Demons or Angels fight? Gruesome and terrible. Impossible for the likes of a Human, and even me."

"Holy skizzle, you mean like Duetromony? If it's that powerful, we're fucked. Last time something like this happened it took a century to rebuild."

"And by the looks of it, they'll make more and more."

"Well shit, looks like once again I am left to save the day." Ezekiel reached into his pocket, again, and pulled out the most gruesome weapon ever.It was a handgun. The entire gun was made out of flesh; the handle was a slab of bone, covered in red meat, the barrel was a small throat bone, also covered in muscle tissue, and the trigger was a canine tooth. "This," said Ezekiel, gesturing at the horrific weapon, "Is the Speaking Gun."

"You have to save the day? Gut herr, I vill help you. Obviously I vill be of some help" *Ludwig began transforming into a werewolf with huge black bat wings.

"Oh, sure, I could use someone to distract them while I disintegrate them on a sub-molecular level by having this gun speak God's voice backwards."

"So you do agree that there is one God. And how dare you use me as a distraction.