Parasite

Gambler says:

"Maybe we make it a rule that you have to of been here longer then two weeks and have at least 100 points before you can suggest what needs to be changed."

i think it is this kind of attitude that intimidates new users to this website.

I realise that you have an opinion, but i feel that some people on the vone can be very condesending towards people who have not been here for aslong as they have.

I could say the same thing about you and your character Gambit.

I will discuss this with Final Arrow before i post againn.

I am against the use of how many times your page has been veiwed conept.

I feel that this would only fuel a popularity contest where new users to the vine would be intmidated.

Maybe Moderators with duristiction over one specific topis, e.g Red L.A.M.P would look after Off topic threads, Captain Casscader would take care of RPG threads. The moderators would be able to chnage the class of thread if it was wrong, as in if it was an RPG thread in Off Topic it could be changed.

I also favour the idea of getting rid of the post count. I think it acts as a measure of the whos who on the vine which is not nesacerilly correct. I do recognise that people liked to be recognised for contributing to the vine, but i feel that this can be done in other ways. Naybe points could be awarded from Modertors to Vine users who they feel have added most to the vine. Please let me know what you think of my ideas.

Gambler says:

"My next post I'm auto killing that purple $#@!er."

Donnieman v5.1 says:

"Gambler says:

"My next post I'm auto killing that purple $#@!er."

lol, do it"

Excuse me but there is absolutley nothing wrong with my post. I do not see why I should be taken away from this RPG.

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I have joined this RPg. I hope this alright with all those invovled.

The three cargo helicopters joined formation over the New Vatican. Two were decoy, one held the most valuble weapon the Vatican had. The three landed side by side in the vacant landing pads. The spinning blades cast massive waves of dust and sand across the grounds.

Soldiers streamed out of the right and center copper. Moving swiftley with military precision they filed in front of the cargo doors of the helicopter to the left.

They opened slowly, more soldeirs streamed out as the blades slowed down. Two speacail Operatives walked out, the dozens of soldiers, filed around them, marching into the building. Each Operative had a chain in either hand.

A figure moved from within the Coppers cargo hold, walking out hands first. Cuffs wrapped around his purple wrists. The silver metal gleamed on his ankles as he stepped forward. The walked off the helicopter, several oher Speacail Operatives marching after him, chains in theirs hands leading up to the The Parasite.

The convoy marched into the New Vatican. Several security stops on the way to the drop off ensured that the operation went smoothly.

20 minutes later three Specail Operatives walked down starck stone walled coridoors leadint the Parasite to his, "room".

They undid the chains on at a time, the point of a pistol always making connact with the base of the purple neck.

The soldeir with the gun ordered him into the room. He complied. They shut the door locked it by entering the electronic passcode, giving retanal scans and voice identification.

The Parasite set down on his bed.

He fixed the collar of his shirt. Looking into the mirror he had grown over the past ten years. When the Vampires had first taken control he had been in Italy, trying to make his way across Europe to Scotland. Once they had taken control, The Parasites food supple began to diminish. He was in competition. He now had to hunt for his measl, compete with the scum of the night, but unlike them he could go where none of them dared to go. He made his home in The Vatican. They had made borders against the vampire which held up well. There he population was his personal menu, untill he was caught.

He tied back his silky silver hair into a pony tail, and continued to fasten the cuffs of his shirt.

The religious leaders werent stupid, they knew there was something in the city taking down people. He was like a vampire, but he didnt spread and he didnt leave any bite marks. They captured hima nd gave him a choice. Kill the vampires for them or be killed. He chose the first, although trust was never truely there for either party.

Now, they expected him to kill the clan leaders at a conference. He would, but after words theyd never see him againn. Well, that was the plan.

He had advanced greatly in the time of the vampires. His powers were now his own, he was no longer driven by the mad urges of hunger that used to control his life. He was civilised, his bright purple skin still reamined as did his love for flavour.

He hated the VAtican, they were stupid and foolhardy, but he hated the VAmpires more. He would need to work with them, as much as he disliked it, to get rid of the creatures of the night.

He picked up a jacket from the back of a wooden chair and slipped it over his gaunt shoulders. They hadnt been feeding him well and the suit was several sizes too big, making him look small and weak.

The was a clank and the door opened.

"Cardinal Jeoseph" He smiled not taking his eyes away from the mirror.

"Yes, I have brought you the infedel." He said gravely. Two soldiers pushed forward a groveling junkie. One stood over the potentail meal whilt the other moved to the other side of the Cardinal.

"This?" the Parasite turned to fully face the man of faith.

"Yes. If you do not wish to feed he will be killed and you.."

The Parasite shot his hand out. His fingers shattered through the soldiers googles. The purple sparks jumped fom his fingers as blood spurted out of the goggles. The man writhed in agony as he fell to the ground, leting go of the junkie he ran out the door.

The other soldiers hit the Parasite in the base of the neck with the butt of his gun. He ell to his knees, but sept his feet around knowcking the soldire to the ground aswell. There the Parasite riped the mask from the mans face and grabbed his skin. The purple sparks once againn giving him the power he needed to survive.

He stood and looked at the cardinal. HIs muscels began to swell and expand, adequitly padding the suit. IT fitted him perfectly now. He Cardinal looked at the Purple monster,

"This truely is a dark day" He stated shaking his head. He walked out of the room leaving the door open fof the Parasite to follow. He did, his silver hair swaggering behind him.

The two walked into the room with the massive table. All faces grimanced as he walked by and took his seat.

"Nice to see you all too"

The Hill. As quiet as an area could be in Gotham. The residemts had banded togethr. they had formed a watch, to protect themselves, they carreid bats, bars antyhing they could find to keep the thugs away.

The rumor spread around quickly, a purple demon who fed on the weak. For such a high society the times seemed to reel back to the fudal ages rather quickly.

Door, windows, any means of entree, were blocked. But was it enough? Children slept scared in their beds, parents stayed watch through the night, watching the city crumbling around them.

The residents that had survived the quake had moved into three ajoined houses. 35 people, in three houses. A powerhouse of flavour, just what our hero needs, a feed. His mind is scattered by his hunger. He is driven by hunger alone.

The wind blows up a dust into the air. A purple haze aproaches through it, unflinching his tongue guiding him.

ChilDren, inoCCenCCCe, flaVVour... His limbs hang by his sides, wildly by his sides. He slams on the doors. All heads inside tunr.

the men take up their position, the women and children flee to the basment. The door buckle as he slams it. A purple fist slams through the wooden barracde, sending splinters of wood across the room.

The men attack swinging their weapons, but he is already through the door. A purple blurr cathches one of the younger boys, his veins surge with their reward, but the boys father wrenches him away and he is deprived his meal.

NOOOOooooOOOoO He lunges at them, taking hits to the body, purple blood oozes from his skin as the bats pound into him. But the fight is swayed, the boy goes first, with his added strength The Parasite takes care of the others.

Twelve lay dead, one kneels panting, his body surging with the strength of a dozen men. He hears the cries of the earfull children. He stumbles over to the basement door,

Locked. Excellent

Picking up a cabinet he moves it infront of the door. Food preserve.

He got his intellegence back from the men and strength too, but with Gotham in the state it was in his food supply was finite. He needed off the Island, or he needed to eat them all.

Methos, if it not too much trouble, do you have any information on The Hill as I have not read No Mans Land and i can not find an site that deals with it.

Thank you for adding me Methos.