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    this "ask shin thread" thread will keep me coming back i promise

    in Ask Me

    Posted

    35 minutes ago, Captain Spongetron said:

    Who exactly are you

    not even exaggerating but i'm one of the old """""legendary"""""" members

    i've been involved with spongebob forums for well over 10 years, ever since USB

    i have a LOT of history with this place in particular-- ask wumbo, cha, hilaryfan80, or just about anyone else who was around for the first five years of this site

    i also disappear a lot but i'm trying to buck the trend

    Island

    in Davy Jones' Locker

    Posted

    I told you all it was coming back. It took two years, but it's still back, right?

    For those unfamiliar with my previous similarly-titled project, Island is a (probably) epic tale with members from this very forum as a super-major part of the cast.

    As before, I will be incorporating SBC members into the lit, but this time, I've modified most of the roles. I may or may not add new members into the mix, some of the older community members who did not play a role might be incorporated into the story-- see if you can spot yourself!

    But as that aspect of the lit remains the same... there is also great change.

     

    With that out of the way, let's begin!

     

     

    Spoiler

    PROLOGUE

     

    Mankind has stepped foot into the 21st century.
     

    We have gotten by with our ingenuity, our emotions, our beliefs and our machines.

     

    We have made vast strides in improving our own lives, and also found ways to make our own brothers and sisters suffer dearly, over disagreements big and small.

     

    However, man’s fullest potential—and all of the consequences that came with it—was not yet realized…

    Until “it” came.

     

    What was initially a meteorite found in the Alaskan wilderness turned out to be the prison of a dormant being lost to time, a creature of immeasurable power.

    It was to be known as “The Architect”.

     

    A celestial mind without a true body, trapped in a stone prison impenetrable by current-day human technology, shooting through space for eons. Why it was imprisoned, and its true origins, were yet to be known.

     

    When the United States government had taken it in for tests, it began communicating with us.

     

    It announced to us through our thoughts that it wanted to “share our bounty with the people of your world, for your people to do as they please”.

     

    And so it was.

     

    Through unknown means, thousands of men and women developed abilities beyond their wildest dreams, abilities tied to their traits, their “soul”.

     

    Suddenly, a human could fly.

    Breathe fire.

    Leap over mountains.

    Save lives.

    Slaughter millions.

     

    Intentions, malicious and virtuous, both fully realized.

     

    Those who had harmed were incarcerated or incapacitated by those who sought to do good.

    The rest were viewed as “heroes” of their home countries, paraded around like gods.

     

    As a show of pride, countries took groups of their finest “heroes” and pit them against other groups in friendly competition, on a man-made atoll. People simply came to know this event as “The Island”.

    Every year, people from all over the world clamored to the nearest screen, or bought tickets to fly to The Island itself, to watch what the world press has quickly referred to as “gladiators on steroids”.

     

    Personable personalities and rough rogues alike took up the screen to fight for their country’s glory.

    But as the story goes, not all is well.

     

    Some heroes are nothing like what they seem.

    Behind the glamour of the fights, lay something greater, and possibly much darker.

    Mankind’s path has now found itself branching into a different direction.

    But for now, we follow a man whose path is set in concrete...

     

     

    Chapter 1.1

     

    The distinct thud of combat boots hitting paved ground echoed down a narrow pathway.

    Flanked by dark curtains, a well-aged man wearing a dark, worn-out trench coat and military fatigues underneath stops to look down.

     

    "Damn boots always getting untied..."

    He looks up to an elevator at the end of the hall. A cold voice calls over the intercom.

    "Lou Cannon to arena entry."

    He quickly laces his boots and runs to catch the lift up.

    The door opens to a wide-open stage, surrounded by stadium seating a hundred feet above him. The benches are empty, save for the cleaning crew.

    Directly opposite to him, a young woman dressed in simple clothing cracks her knuckles.

    She yells, "You're late for sparring. You're usually never late, Louie! For someone whose specialty is being fast, you shouldn't be tardy..."

    Lou shouts back, "Sorry, wardrobe malfunctions! Anyway, are you ready, Char?"

    Char's hands suddenly become engulfed in black flames.

    "Ready as I'll ever be.", mutters Char.

    Lou hunches low to the ground, and disappears in a flash. A split second later, he appears directly in front of her, left arm flexed back for a fast left hook. As he extends, he lets out a cry that had become a popular catchphrase among "The Island"'s fans.

     

    "HUTTAH!"

     

    But before he could ever make contact, a tower of inky fire rises inches from his fist. Lou flashes back into his corner of the battle area. As if by instinct, Char jumps back against her side of the arena's wall and thrusts both hands forwards. From her immolated hands, a burning black spire snakes toward Lou. He warps through the flame, seemingly unaffected, as he reaches out for Char. Instinctively, she wraps herself in a shield of flames.

     

    "No fair!", yelps Lou as he flinches back.

    Char extinguishes her defenses and then proceeds to surround Lou with a ring of fire.

    As he observes the inferno encapsulating him with both amazement and frustration, the intercom crackles to life once again.

    "Point, Char."

    She then makes a blowing gesture and puts out the fire.

    Char then cackles and says, "Hahaha, how are you going to keep your undefeated streak when you can let yourself get caught off guard like that? You know the rules: if I can keep you pinned to one spot and unable to hit me back, you lose!"

    Lou grumbles.

    "Yeah, yeah, give it a fuckin' rest. You're lucky you don't even have to move much."

    Char lets out a chuckle.

    "Heh, you're just jealous cause you've got all this Flash shit going on and you still got less wins than me. You might be undefeated, but it won't take much for that first loss to happen!"

     

    As the two share banter about their standings, a dark-skinned man looks on from one of the skyboxes hoisted far above the general admission seats.

    A confident grin washes over his face.

    "Talent pool's looking shallow so far... I'm going to own this bracket for sure."

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