Spoon

Yay! Thank you! I tried to make it darker at the end. I wanted to try to throw everyone for a loop, I think it came out ok! I feel so accomplished I shall have lunch now.

NOOOO! Good luck, I know how dull being without technology can be. You should read my stories to make you feel better! It has Perdita

Tell everyone to read it! And thanks bro, I'm trying to get better at fluff

And part three the Final is up! Enjoy. Sorry I missed conversation, writing got me in the mood lol.

Hoffman wept. He was seated at his desk, alone in the darkness of his office. Then he was not alone, he could feel it. Hoffman could feel the sickening madness near him, could almost taste the hatred and morbid curiosity in the air. In the corner opposite him a form stirred. Seeming to create itself from shadow it took on a vaguely humanoid form. It lurched forward once, close enough to Hoffman for him to be able to see, no closer. In between sobs Hoffman spoke, "Why have you come back?" more crying "Why must you torture me! Why, Coppelius?" he broke into sobs again, his tears mixing with the ever present clanking of tiny machines around himself. The creature said nothing, only staring. Resting nearby but unresponsive. Hoffmans' brain spun, he had done everything correctly, he had messed up nothing. The plan had gone with perfect precision; the organs harvested, the rooms left covered in blood, the scratches on the walls, everything. Oh lord, did it know of the eyes? He had instructed his machines to put them at the last place as a horrible clue for whom investigated, he hoped against all hope it did not know. Coppelius stirred, coming closer so it could be fully seen, its head and back hunched, the tentacles of its mouth moving rapidly in a complicated knot over one another. A voice sounded in Hoffmans head, a deep voice, full of hate. "T̸̮h̴̤̟͚̫ou͍̩̫̮̯̪ ͓h̴̻̦̰̺̜̰̲a̛̺̮̗̜s̜̻̥̺̦̗͞t͏̣ ̞̣̤̖d̙͠o͖̕n̶̲̙̝̤e͜ ̼̞̩w͏̘͖̭e̬̥̯l̫̰̟͈̘͙̫͞l̵̫̠̮̬̰͚ ͍̻ͅh̪͡e̸̟͍̖̖ ̘͍̤̰͘o҉̰̞̥͎͚̱f̠ ̡͖̩͚̪t͠h̪̺̰̤̪e ̬̝̙̻͔̬͕͡m͙̮a͓͠ch̻̲̥̦i̗̲̮͇n̦̭͖͉͕͖̖e̟͇̻͠s̹͕.̫̖͖͉ ̳̝̖̀R̷̤̬̣͉̘es̖̖̬̀t͢ ̢͖n҉̻̮̱̪̤o̳t͍̱ ̰͢ǫ̺̦̞͍̗͕͔n̬̭ ͖t̴̩͈̼h҉̟͚̣̪͉̥ͅe̛͖ ̨̟̤̗̰͉l̞͍͔͝a̮͍̘̫u͎͍͚͕̩̮̥r̴͉̯̟͚̪e̹l͈̤͓̩̤̤s̺̥̝̖̱ ̶̹̙ơ̱̜̰̗̗f͏̹͉̖ ̣̬̣͈͕y̥o̲u̶̫̗̫r̠̫̥̲̺͉͎ ͓̜s̪͇̗̩̺̖ṳ̧̹̪ͅc̗͉͚̪c͖̳̬̙e̞̖ͅs̹̠̥̲̪̣̳s̜̤̟̘̗̘̤,̝̭̪̤̪̰͎ ̮̼̬̘̬̦̩f̛̪o̡r̼̹̯̥ ͜ͅt͈̠h̩͚̻̘̤̩e̟͈̫̙ ̧̹̦͎̯c̪̞̙̗̘͔͔r͙͙̺̺̬̙͔e͘a̱͇̭͇̘̼͞t̴̰u͚ṛ̙̞́e̹̺ ̪̗̮̮͢ṃ̛̜̻͎̝o̵͚͖̝s͙̹̲͕̕t͍͍̗ ̢f̥̳̺̲͚̭o̤̼̮͇̗u̙̹̗̱͝l̟̻̹̟̜̥̥ ̹͈̜̘̹̞̹m͈͔͕u̞͓̬̱̬͈͖s͎̜̗͞ṭ̺ ̩̥͓̻̠̱̻ḅ͔̣̮͙̟̲́e̟ ̦̞͙̭̯̕sa̮̩̭t͙̞̰e̹̜̫̖͘d͙̮.͕̰͠ ̩̺͍ͅH҉̣̳̭̟̺̬̹e̞̮ ̞̬͝r̻̲̖e̮̦͕̹̤s̹̠̪͓t̯̪̟̙̲s̫̲̰̦̩͕̘ ̗͙so̬̮ ̬t͍͈̱̩̜̹̝́h̹y̙͍͕͚ṋ͙͕̭̯ ͎l̨͙̭a̗b̧̖̮̙͇͈͖̭o̸͇r͚̫͓ ̮̞͖̜̝̺͘ͅis̬̜t̳ d̹̰͠o͎n͈͖̥͉̣e̫͓ t͓͖̺̻̫͚̖o̸̺ us̙͈,̸̠̩ ̵̼̹̻̮̦f̹̞̠̭̞͟o̮͍ͅṟ̻͍̹ ̮̯̟̲̬̝̝͟n͖o͙͕͜w̷̞̳̝̗͙.̻̱͞ͅ With that it was gone. Leaving Hoffman to a once again empty room. His cries intensified, he cried out "Please forgive me! I had no choice." he quieted down, sniffling "the Killjoy must be sated." With that he lay his head down on his desk, misery accompanying him into sleep. The investigation was eventually deemed a failure by the Guild. Perdita and Lady Justice were unable to ever find the creature committing the atrocities. The deaths stopped though so the Guild for the most part considered itself lucky, resigned to the fact that the Neverborn are mysterious and omnipresent. Security has cracked down in the Guild, never the less the Neverborn are a constant threat, one we may never understand. End.

Yay! Glad to have you back.

I have not had that hard of a time with him yet, I play Nicodem and have had decent luck using punks to inflict wounds on him and using other effects to make his stuff less effective. 2 or more dogs drops their def, 2 or more necropunks makes them slow etc. As for the Onryo, no I havent tried it yet, however it may be a good idea. Hmmm...

BAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! EW! hahaha you are one sick man...egg....thing hahaha. Oh, he is awesome. He plays like a dream, he is to close combat for me however.

Or use threats. Either or.

Hahaha yes you do. And yes, believe it or not I used to be an Arcanist. However after I uh... embraced death the whole political struggle bored me. So I decided to just try to take over anything. Yes. I will be there with bells on my toes and Belles on each arm hahaha.

Hmmm.... Once you go dead... just sayin hahaha. I know, I dislike the first faction that I played also. Yes, I once was alive and well, even a respected member of society ish.

Dislike! Why would you do such a thing?!? Ressers are awesome!

Yay! I tend to run Nicodem, Mortimer and a hilarious amount of silly dead things. Thats just me.

And part 2 is up! Its is a tad shorter, but it is full of mystery! Hi yazza! and Thanks fell, ab, and lobo. Let me know if the second is any good.

Perdita Ortega, a strong woman and leader of the Ortega clan was a bit surprised at the urgency of the message she had just recieved. In it Lady Justice had described in horrifying detail what was happening to innocent people in the Guild. Apparently the 'Born were making them rip their own insides out, the question was why. This in mind she made her way with Francisco and Santiago to the city of Malifaux to do some investigation. She wished she could have brought more of her family however they were all either on assignment or tending to her Papa. Papa Loco, the Patriarch of the Ortega family had been seriously wounded in his last encounter with the 'Born, a stick of his signature dynamite blowing up a little to close to himself. Luckily it had been inside the Nephilim he was trying to kill so the blast was lessened somewhat. Perdita eventually made her way to the scene of the most recent crime, fresh from this morning. This time a bedroom covered in blood with the previous inhabitant still laying in the bed. The first thing she noticed as she entered the room was the smell, a sweet stinging smell which she attributed to the attacker. The next thing was that the room was covered in what looked to be small cuts and scratches which she again attributed to the attacker. "Ugh, what is that nasty smell?" questioned Santiago gagging. "It reminds me of the 'Born pit after a good burnin'" "Quiet" said Santiago quietly running his eyes around the room, "estamos aquí para trabajar." He looked to Perdita, "what do you make of this hermana?" Perdita shrugged "es impares hermano, not normal." She walked up to the guardsman on duty "How long has she been dead?" she spoke softly, respectfully. The guard turned and replied "It appears to be about eight hours ma'am. From the look of 'er I would say she died after a massive struggle with someone. Also, she's all opened up and ain't nothin' there." He said that part with fear in his voice, disturbed by the implications. "So dead since last night, no organs, and evidence of a struggle?" "Yes ma'am, sounds about right" he replied as she processed the information. Santiago spoke up, "maybe we should go question a 'born hahaha" He and Francisco laughed as they exited the room; leaving Perdita, who was more suited to this type of work, alone to think. Perdita thought to herself that this was not adding up. From her experience 'Born never ever wasted blood, nor did they not eat an entire carcass. Plus they tended to be a lot more subtle than this, preferring to kill with trickery and deceit. Never had she seen one make some one literally tear themselves apart. Either this is a new breed of Neverborn or someone is not telling the truth. She turned to leave as the guardsman stopped her. "maam, you may wanna take a look at this..." he sounded sick, on the verge of fainting. She went to stand behind him and saw what was upsetting him. On the floor behind the bed she saw a small pile of eyeballs. Lovingly places to all be looking up. "This is different," she said, her callousness bread of years seeing horror first hand. "but what does it mean?"

Why the two watchers?

Thank you very much, I am working on it now. I tried to make it compelling, and like a certain movie director there is a twist! I should be done in a bit, I am so excited!

YES!!! We need more people for the subjugated dead! Welcome aboard. WRATH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hahaha someone has to be hated. The dead like us though hahaha.

I think we are all still trying to wake up hahaha.

By the way, shameless plug here, you all should read my thing in the writers section. Tales from the Crypt! Please tall me how awful it is.

I am so jealous right now. That right there is the next army I want. Collodi, marionetts, wicked dolls, some stitched together, mmmm.

Good hunt to you my good man, see you later.

I do believe (I hate to suggest Arcanists) Rasputina is the way to go here! Get there with the Snow Storm!!! Plus I like her bouncy spells.

*points to the necropunk beside him* It was him. *necropunk nodds and looks ashamed*

@ Sketch Or you could run Ressers? I have to suggest it. Niicodem, Mortimer, and some dead stuff means a good time. @fell hahaha noted. I can't help it its in my blood, my congeled useless blood.