Jungle Madness
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Below behold a story inspired by a thread on this very forum. Can you guess which one?
The Tardis (while possessing Rose Tyler): "I am the Bad Wolf. I create myself. I take the words; I scatter them in time and space —[the words "BAD WOLF" detach from the Corporation's sign on the opposite wall and fly off] — a message to lead myself here."
Doctor Who - The Parting of the Ways June, 2005
Krack-ah-boom! the thunder crashed as lightning painted the darkened sky above the docks of Salem in a series of vivid blues & whites. Torrents of rain lashed the motley assortment of long forgotten crates and worn out fishing gear. It was a night not fit for man nor beast.
Suddenly the dancing lightning smashed into the ancient wooden structure itself. Miraculously the pier neither caught aflame or splintered into a million pieces. Instead the withering cascade of electricity coalesced around an eerie shape. Over the course of nearly one minute a strange device resembling a giant bubble more than anything else emerged, dissipating the errand static charge around itself during the process of materialization. Inside the giant bubble seated upon a black, leather, bucket seat sat a tall, slim man of about thirty with short black, curly hair and an inquisitive, friendly face. Outside the storm rapidly dissipated, within minutes leaving behind a cool, clean summer night. Overhead a canopy of rapidly moving broken clouds sailed by, stars and moon peaking out between the expanding gaps.
The thin man flipped a series of switches within the giant bubble. In short order the bubble split in two, the top half pealing back like a popped clamshell. The thin man emerged into the cooling air of the mid-summer night. With his hands he absentmindedly smoothed out his frilly white shirt and picked a small peice of lint off his black slacks, looking down at this shiny black shoes in the process. He then deeply inhaled the cool, damp, ocean air.
It was good to be back home, in Salem thought Eugene Bradford. It had been so long since he had last visited his little town, in any time period. No, Salem wasn't big enough for Eugene Bradford anymore and hadn't been for years now. 'Years' inwardly Eugene laughed. What exactly did, could, years mean to a time traveler like himself? All time was relevant to the perspective of the experiencer after all. A constant measurement could thus not exist.
With a profound shrug Eugene switched his thoughts to less existential matters. I wonder how many of my old friends are still alive in this time period? I sadly doubt Roman, Shane or Bo would have lived to a ripe old age those dear men took way to many risks. I wonder how my dear Marlena, Carrie and the adorable twins are doing these days? All grown up, I would suppose. Well there is only one way to find out. Into town I go-ah on a little walk about-ah.
Eugene pulls a small, gray remote control unite from his pants pocket. He aims the remote at his time machine (for that is indeed what it is, new and improved), and pressed several buttons. The bubble like structure reseals itself with a sharp snap & hiss sound follwed by a few loud beeps as the entire contraption shimmers, blinks and then seems to vanish.
"Thank goodness for that little cloacking device I picked up on Rigel VI in 2366. It was worth it's weight in dilithium crystal, just like that space merchant said. How else could I hide my time machine in places like this?", says Eugene as he kisses the romote then repockets it. He walks away down the pier, humming some strange tune.
Eugene only gets several hundred feet when he sees something that gives him pause. Plastered on several of the pillars that make up the pier are wanted posters. All the posters show the same bizzare individual. The fugative is wearing a brown cloke & cowl, a brown face mask with two jagged black eyeholes and a brown sweatshirt. The fugative is listed as 'Dark Cloak' est height 5'8 - 5'10, est build slight - medium, is wanted for many serious crimes including the murder of several prominent citizens and the near destruction of the Dimera Mansion & Brady Pub via arson. 'Dark Cloak's' true indentity is listed as unknown and the fugative is considered armed and extremely dangerous.
"Dark Cloak' repeats Eugene, after reading over the poster. "I sure hope this wacko hasn't hurt any of my friends. That would be a real shame. Dark Cloak, darn here I thought I was weird." Eugene chuckles as he leaves the pier behind.
Unbeknownst to Eugene Bradford his spectacular arrival hasn't gone unnoticed. As Eugene leaves the docks the shadowy figure of Dark Cloak emerges from a nearby hiding place. Dark Cloak peaks out to make sure Eugene is indeed actually gone, then and only then does Dark Cloak fully emerge from hiding. The rest of Dark Cloak's outfit is the same shade of drab brown, gloves, pants, belt and boots, as depicted on the wanted posters.
"Well, well, well", rasps the scratchy voice of Dark Cloak "looks like getting soaked out here on the docks tonight wasn't such a bad idea after all. I have no idea who that was, not that it matters."
Dark Cloak slowly moves towards the place once occupied by the spherical time machine. Dark Cloak reaches out with gloved hands and gently caresses the invisible device. Dark Cloak leans against the machine, mimicking a lovers tender embrace.
"Together", Dark Cloak rasps, "we will do such great things my sweet. Together we will teacher the people of Salem a lesson that will echo down through the ages. Most importantly together we will obtain justice for what they have so callously done, and I will finally have my revenge!"
The Tardis (while possessing Rose Tyler): "I am the Bad Wolf. I create myself. I take the words; I scatter them in time and space —[the words "BAD WOLF" detach from the Corporation's sign on the opposite wall and fly off] — a message to lead myself here."
Doctor Who - The Parting of the Ways June, 2005
Time Waits For No One: Part One of ??
by
Jungle Madness
Salem, July 2029 C.E.
Krack-ah-boom! the thunder crashed as lightning painted the darkened sky above the docks of Salem in a series of vivid blues & whites. Torrents of rain lashed the motley assortment of long forgotten crates and worn out fishing gear. It was a night not fit for man nor beast.
Suddenly the dancing lightning smashed into the ancient wooden structure itself. Miraculously the pier neither caught aflame or splintered into a million pieces. Instead the withering cascade of electricity coalesced around an eerie shape. Over the course of nearly one minute a strange device resembling a giant bubble more than anything else emerged, dissipating the errand static charge around itself during the process of materialization. Inside the giant bubble seated upon a black, leather, bucket seat sat a tall, slim man of about thirty with short black, curly hair and an inquisitive, friendly face. Outside the storm rapidly dissipated, within minutes leaving behind a cool, clean summer night. Overhead a canopy of rapidly moving broken clouds sailed by, stars and moon peaking out between the expanding gaps.
The thin man flipped a series of switches within the giant bubble. In short order the bubble split in two, the top half pealing back like a popped clamshell. The thin man emerged into the cooling air of the mid-summer night. With his hands he absentmindedly smoothed out his frilly white shirt and picked a small peice of lint off his black slacks, looking down at this shiny black shoes in the process. He then deeply inhaled the cool, damp, ocean air.
It was good to be back home, in Salem thought Eugene Bradford. It had been so long since he had last visited his little town, in any time period. No, Salem wasn't big enough for Eugene Bradford anymore and hadn't been for years now. 'Years' inwardly Eugene laughed. What exactly did, could, years mean to a time traveler like himself? All time was relevant to the perspective of the experiencer after all. A constant measurement could thus not exist.
With a profound shrug Eugene switched his thoughts to less existential matters. I wonder how many of my old friends are still alive in this time period? I sadly doubt Roman, Shane or Bo would have lived to a ripe old age those dear men took way to many risks. I wonder how my dear Marlena, Carrie and the adorable twins are doing these days? All grown up, I would suppose. Well there is only one way to find out. Into town I go-ah on a little walk about-ah.
Eugene pulls a small, gray remote control unite from his pants pocket. He aims the remote at his time machine (for that is indeed what it is, new and improved), and pressed several buttons. The bubble like structure reseals itself with a sharp snap & hiss sound follwed by a few loud beeps as the entire contraption shimmers, blinks and then seems to vanish.
"Thank goodness for that little cloacking device I picked up on Rigel VI in 2366. It was worth it's weight in dilithium crystal, just like that space merchant said. How else could I hide my time machine in places like this?", says Eugene as he kisses the romote then repockets it. He walks away down the pier, humming some strange tune.
Eugene only gets several hundred feet when he sees something that gives him pause. Plastered on several of the pillars that make up the pier are wanted posters. All the posters show the same bizzare individual. The fugative is wearing a brown cloke & cowl, a brown face mask with two jagged black eyeholes and a brown sweatshirt. The fugative is listed as 'Dark Cloak' est height 5'8 - 5'10, est build slight - medium, is wanted for many serious crimes including the murder of several prominent citizens and the near destruction of the Dimera Mansion & Brady Pub via arson. 'Dark Cloak's' true indentity is listed as unknown and the fugative is considered armed and extremely dangerous.
"Dark Cloak' repeats Eugene, after reading over the poster. "I sure hope this wacko hasn't hurt any of my friends. That would be a real shame. Dark Cloak, darn here I thought I was weird." Eugene chuckles as he leaves the pier behind.
Unbeknownst to Eugene Bradford his spectacular arrival hasn't gone unnoticed. As Eugene leaves the docks the shadowy figure of Dark Cloak emerges from a nearby hiding place. Dark Cloak peaks out to make sure Eugene is indeed actually gone, then and only then does Dark Cloak fully emerge from hiding. The rest of Dark Cloak's outfit is the same shade of drab brown, gloves, pants, belt and boots, as depicted on the wanted posters.
"Well, well, well", rasps the scratchy voice of Dark Cloak "looks like getting soaked out here on the docks tonight wasn't such a bad idea after all. I have no idea who that was, not that it matters."
Dark Cloak slowly moves towards the place once occupied by the spherical time machine. Dark Cloak reaches out with gloved hands and gently caresses the invisible device. Dark Cloak leans against the machine, mimicking a lovers tender embrace.
"Together", Dark Cloak rasps, "we will do such great things my sweet. Together we will teacher the people of Salem a lesson that will echo down through the ages. Most importantly together we will obtain justice for what they have so callously done, and I will finally have my revenge!"
