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on Wed Jun 18, 2014 9:42 am



"There Is a Hell, Believe Me, and I’ve Seen It. There Is a Heaven, Let’s Keep It as a Secret."

Fifty Days To Kill


11.00 P.M
Naruki City

The secret is how to die. Since the beginning of time, the secret had always been how to die. The Babylonians, Mayans, Egyptians, Greek mystical and the entire ancient world wanted to know how to die. Some ancients thought that, because Ave ate the apple, people started to die on. But that was an idiotic concept that foolish people made. People should die to make the earth more balance and to reduce the earth population. More than that people should know about coming apocalypse. That was heading towards earth on 2012.12.21. People all thought that it would be the end of the human race, but they were all very wrong. It never came...

In Greek an Apocalypse was the meaning of ("lifting of the veil" or "revelation") is a disclosure of something hidden from the majority of mankind in an era dominated by falsehood and misconception, i.e. the veil to be lifted. By extension, apocalypse can refer to any End Time scenario or to the end of the world in general. People thought that the world they knew would end in 2012 but it never happened. The scientist made another theory saying that the world would end in another 100 years which was very true. But For Mario De Silfernadez, the world ended soon than he had anticipated...

Mario De Silfernadez never knew the rightful method of dying. Nor, he never wanted to die in such a young age. But this day, he was gonna learn the secret that baffled every mystic in the ancient world and the modern world. The secret is how to die. He was running through the streets of Colombo. There was no one to be seen at this kind of hour. It was 11.45 PM. He was running to his life. The streets were quite dark, except for the lights that were on in the street. Taking a turn towards a dark corner, Mario looked at his killer. He was nowhere to be found. He was lucky; Mario had struck a dead end. The wall was 15 feet high and smooth. There was no way of climbing it. Mario felt something, coming from his back. The dark senses were closing in. He knew that the attacker would never obtain what he had come for. A moment later, however the figure produced a blade and brought it to Mario's Face. The blade hovered. Carefully and surgically. Mario screamed, but it was too late, he now knew how to die...

Chapter 1; Erinnerungen Im Regen.

Meditation is any form of a family of practices in which practitioners train their minds or self-induce a mode of consciousness to realize some benefit. The English meditation is derived from the Latin meditatio, from a verb meditari, meaning "to think, contemplate, devise, ponder, and meditate". Meditation is generally an inwardly oriented, personal practice, which individuals do by themselves. Prayer beads or other ritual objects are commonly used during meditation. Meditation may involve invoking or cultivating a feeling or internal state, such as compassion, or attending to a specific focal point. The term can refer to the state itself, as well as to practices or techniques employed to cultivate the state.

As a tradition in his family he was used to mediate every month in his back-porch. This time he made a very exceptional sacrifice by meditating for more 6 months non-stop. He never knew, how he did it, but he just did. He drank nor water or ate nor food. Yet, he had the energy to meditate more. He wanted spiritual enlightenment in himself. Yet, he knew that he could not gain with a mere mediating consciousness. He knew that he had to do more. More greater than anything he had done on his life. But he knew one thing for certain as well. He was not yet, ready! It was not yet, time! The truth however, was stranger still.

As they say, "A man cannot be comfortable without his own approval."

The sun was shining bright through the clouds. The birds were flying over the sky, merrily. It was a beautiful day. Or was it? Dimithri, the serial killer, was lying on a comfortable chair near his garden. He was reading a book while he lay. Getting bored of the book he simply took a small lighter and lit it up a cigarette. Dimithri closed his eyes as he took another drag on his cigarette, the harsh bite of the tobacco tempered by the calming effect of the nicotine. The peaceful feeling coursed through him, slowly filling him with a blissfully soothing effect that allowed him to view everything around him clearly for a few all too brief seconds. Dimithri was not a smoker, at all. He would only smoke once a month and so. And today it was the day to do some serious smoking.

As he smoked he started to think about the enemies he has met during the past couple of years. They were all exciting but boring as hell. As he was regaining his thoughts, he came upon a incident that happened two or three months ago. It was quite a repugnant incident. Which was filled with blood-shed as well? Taking another drag on the cigarette, his thoughts traveled back at time, where there were no rules....

It was a day that he could godly remember.  It was 9.00 P.M. in human hours. Dimithri was fighting a fighting a Demi-Hollow, near the streets. There were no humans to be seen so it was okay. The hollow was medium sized bipedal Hollow with a mask resembling the face of a frog and two long extensions coming out the sides of its mask, resembling pigtails. Even though, it was small it was strong. Just barely... He knew he could kill the hollow with one strike from his dual swords, but he wanted to have some fun with it. So Dimithri meddled with it first. He never knew that he was being watched...

The human was covering himself by the over-hanging lamp post. Where he thought would give him some cover. But he never knew that the person he was messing with was good in finding the awareness of slight spiritual presence.

Dimithri who meddling with the hollow was surprised to find a spiritual pressure near him. It was not immense or strong but it was barley normal. Seeing that this would turn bad, he immediately stabbed the demi-hollow with his sword. Where it slowly faded away. After the killing it, Dimithri slowly turned himself towards the lamp post where the person was hiding as he walked. Calmly he walked towards the post. He anticipated the person to run after seeing him walking towards him. Just as that the unknown person started to sprint away from Dimithri. Making a smile on his face, Dimithri a started to run normally towards the man so he could catch up with him. "This is gonna be fun..."

Fear is a distressing negative sensation induced by a perceived threat. It is a basic survival mechanism occurring in response to a specific stimulus, such as pain or the threat of danger. In short, fear is the ability to recognize danger leading to an urge to confront it or flee from it (also known as the fight-or-flight response) but in extreme cases of fear (terror) a freeze or paralysis response is possible. The person who had seen Dimithri had it. He was running for his life. As for Dimithri he was keeping pace as he ran. He knew that he could catch the person by doing a simple, "Jump", but he wanted to have fun. "You can run. But you can't run forever..."

Exhausted of running, the human fell towards the ground with a hard thud on his knee. He knew he had been followed so he started to crawl to the nearby lamp post where he could get a good view of his follower. Frightened more and more the human start to embrace him in fear as he heard the soft sound of footsteps coming near and near him. "W-who's t-there?" the human said with a more frightened voice. "Your father." Dimithri said sarcastically as he took his sword from his hilt and pointed the end of the blade to the pavement where it made a slashing sound. "Who are you?" the human asked again, his eyes wide open. Dimithri grinned and said slowly, "Who am I? Tch. Such a stupid fucking question."

The boat was racing towards the sea at full speed. The sea was rough and heavy but the boat managed. There were only two people on board. And they were; Dimithri and another unknown human. After traveling about 2Km from the shore, Dimithri stopped the boats engine and looked at the corpse. Bloody liquid was following from his throat. It was a clean blade that went through the person throat. "Such an repugnant kill!" Dimithri thought as he viewed the sea. There were sharks about and they needed to be careful. With a sign Dimithri crouched down and looked at the corpse again as he took his Daul swords again slowly and started to cut the body in pieces. 1st, he took the eyes balls and slices it in pieces then he started to cut open his face, stomach, sections... As time went by, Dimithri was available to cut the whole body in 70 pieces where he would dump it all in the sea were the Sharks would eat. He knew one thing well. that he killed, the human with a smile on his face.

Dimithri had faced a lot of enemies and so he has killed them brutally and sadistically. But for a couple of months from now he was lacking fights. He had no one to fight with but he knew one thing; that someone was heading his way...  

"There are more dead people than living. And their numbers are increasing. The living are getting rare."


on Wed Jun 18, 2014 10:41 am


Hollow, quincy, shingami, spiritually enhanced human. It didn't matter to 'It'. Nazi human experimentations were a series of medical experiments on large numbers of prisoners, mainly Jews (including Jewish children) from across Europe, but also in some cases Romani, ethnic Poles, Soviet POWs and disabled non-Jewish Germans, by Nazi Germany in its concentration camps mainly in the early 1940s, during World War II and the Holocaust. Prisoners were coerced into participating; they did not willingly volunteer and there was never informed consent. Typically, the experiments resulted in death, disfigurement or permanent disability, and as such are considered as examples of medical torture. At Auschwitz and other camps, under the direction of Eduard Wirths, selected inmates were subjected to various hazardous experiments which were designed to help German military personnel in combat situations, develop new weapons, aid in the recovery of military personnel that had been injured, and to advance the racial ideology backed by the Third Reich. After the war ended it was concluded that all human experimentation was abolished and thrown into a metaphorical trash can.

The same experiments would lead to the discovery of Sector B-0: eradicator

On November eleventh, 1996; american scientist Martha L. Kent was hired by the united states government to conduct similar experiments using the corpses of homicide cases full of a radiation the human species was unfamiliar with, much less believed it existed during that current time setting. The experiments conducted were what could be considered a government experiment to create super-soldiers using this strange radiation by inducing mutagenic effects that could aid and empower the American troops.

For 18 years these experiments had been conducted with Martha and her colleagues, the world linked to the radiation within those bodies eradicated all of the scientists, followed by the believed "alien abduction" of the sole surviving experiment. After the abduction the contractors of this experiment had removed any and all traces of human experimentation through the incineration of all evidence and files, including the eradicated victims of the "aliens" being disposed from any and all records anywhere. Over 10 scientists had went missing, their families had assumed the worst.

The facility had been destroyed; the experiment, relocated to an inactive submarine somewhere off the coast of Naruki city. What and or who had relocated the experiment are questions that have not yet been answered. Nor is there any evidence to prove that a logical reason for explanation of the disappearances discussed, the FBI had placed it as one of their "Not-existing existing" X-files.

"Biological weapon"

A biological agent — also called bio-agent, biological threat agent, biological warfare agent, biological weapon, or bio-weapon — is a bacterium, virus, protozoan, parasite, or fungus that can be used purposefully as a weapon in bio-terrorism or biological warfare (BW). In addition to these living and/or replicating pathogens, biological toxins are also included among the bio-agents. More than 1,200 different kinds of potentially weaponizable bio-agents have been described and studied to date. All of these are in the past, as a new weapon had been created from the experiments in 1996. Pathogens, toxins, mold, fungus, viruses, parasites, bacteria, all of these were the plausible threats to humanity 100 years ago, and still are to this date to some extent, but the most lethal of these biological weapons, was MAN.

The idea of a soldier immune to those biological weapons was what made the USA strive for  'It' or whatever you wish to name it. The creation was astounding, like nothing any human had been able to achieve before. Survival in below sub-zero temperatures and lethal chemicals and poisons that humans could die from simply being around, or recuperating from wounds that are lethal to humans such as the removal of a vital organ.

The ocean floor would appear to glow and shine to the point of the pillar of light beneath the boat shining up. Cyan blue lights would shine up like a pillar. Chunks of ice from the ocean floor are released as a large, powerful avalanche of cold air begin to chill the water making a subtle mist that was similar to . It flash freezes whatever little bit of water is around the boat until the glowing circle was complete. Any water outside the circle was unaffected, as if the boat's particular stopping point with whoever was on it had caused a reaction on the ocean's floor. (Note: This is not a technique, it is the rock ice that's being dug up from a 100 year old submarine's hatch opening afflicted by a natural effect of my reiatsu)

It could be anything really, Dry ice is possible, but the extent of which it froze the water in such a short amount of time would be considered much colder than "Dry ice". Dry ice is sometimes referred to as "cardice", is the solid form of carbon dioxide. It is used primarily as a cooling agent. Its advantages include lower temperature than that of water ice and not leaving any residue (other than incidental frost from moisture in the atmosphere). It is useful for preserving frozen foods, ice cream, etc., where mechanical cooling is unavailable. Although, the rate of which the water froze was much faster, it was more like solidified nitrogen. . .

The wind would whisper,"Murderer" That voice was more hollow than man, but at the same time carrying a sense of. . . Justice?

(Exposure to B-0 for more than just a few seconds causes water to freeze itself in a 5 meter radius, which means he's right under the ship . . . both he and the submarine, are directly underneath the ship, ROCK DA BOAT)

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on Wed Jun 18, 2014 11:24 am



"There Is a Hell, Believe Me, and I’ve Seen It. There Is a Heaven, Let’s Keep It as a Secret."

Dimithri's work was done. It was successful as well. Smiling to himself, he grabbed the rows of the boat and came into a sitting position. "It's time to leave." he muttered to himself, as he began rowing towards the show. The day had gone just the way he had planned it to go. So many things happened today that it brought immense joy towards him. However it was time to take some rest and expect that tomorrow would be a day much more fruitful than this. It was time for some well deserved sleep. But something told him that today was going to be a long day. Suddenly, the boat came to a halt. "Tch...Here we again...”

Dimithri slowly got up from his position and started checking the water. There was clearly something supernatural happening. The water was turning into solid ice, as if it was winter. But the problem was it was just freezing. There wasn't any coldness in the air- also it was not even winter season yet. "Holy Mother of God?" Dimithri paused as his eyes widened. "What kind of fuckery is this?" he thought to himself as he used his right hand to rub his chin. The freezing effect slowly started to stop as if someone had turned the button off or something. Dimithri looked around. The freezing had only affected a 5 mile radius. The other part of the sea was normal. "Well, ain't this something?"

Sighing, Dimithri sat down at the middle of the boat. Something that he never witnessed had happened. It had left him flabbergasted. Not in his life, he had ever seen something like this. But the thing that worried him the most was that he was unable to reach the shore. "Guess I would be fucking stuck here for awhile. Just great!" he muttered to him in disgust as he waited for things to unfold.      

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on Thu Jun 19, 2014 12:31 am


Liquid nitrogen is nitrogen in a liquid state at an extremely low temperature. It is produced industrially by fractional distillation of liquid air. Liquid nitrogen is a colorless clear liquid with density of 0.807 g/ml at its boiling point and a dielectric constant of 1.43. At atmospheric pressure, liquid nitrogen boils at −196 °C (77 K; −321 °F) and is a cryogenic fluid that can cause rapid freezing on contact with living tissue. When appropriately insulated from ambient heat, liquid nitrogen can be stored and transported, for example in vacuum flasks.

Though, due to the rapid freezing of the water it was unlikely that it was just "Liquid Nitrogen". Something else was empowering it to a supernatural extent, as it should have just been turned to gas upon reaching air rather than creating a freakish circle of ice. Further examination of the ice closest to the boat, it would appear crystallized bodies of scientists and military men wearing an emblem labeled "UNSC" with a code name underneath it ranging from Ghoul to spook, United nations supernatural council, or United nations security council. Both being possible stations for the crap that the government knows about that goes bump in the night.

Whatever the reason may be, the bodies were preserved, rigor mortis had been prevented from setting in, although the bodies were definitely frost-bitten. Because the liquid-to-gas expansion ratio of nitrogen is 1:694 at 20 °C (68 °F), unable to be either liquid or gas at any given moment in time unless temperatures drop from that to a higher temperature to either freeze or evaporate the unstable chemicals. Although the ice was thick, something was hitting the ice from underneath. Something trying to get free. . .

A male body inside a full-body (from the neck down) blue spandex suit and cape was beginning to flail beneath the ice. It wasn't struggling for oxygen, it was trying to get the hell out. Unlike the other bodies, this particular one wasn't frost-bitten, nor was it disfigured in any form or matter. It seemed a bit gray skinned though, having pitch black eyes with cyan blue pupils, no holes or black dots on the suit or his skin that could identify him as a hollow. He looked like one of those super-heroes in american pop culture, the ones with the square chins and goofy slicked back hair with a silly curl going down their foreheads.

Despite his flailing he was cracking the ice below, it seemed as if he required assistance. Or bullets. Depending on the boat occupant's mental state, it could go either way.

((I should warn you. The man below the ice thinks he's an alien born on a planet made of ice. . . the doctors that made him weren't worried about his psychological state when they successfully made him.))

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on Sun Jun 22, 2014 10:07 am



"There Is a Hell, Believe Me, and I’ve Seen It. There Is a Heaven, Let’s Keep It as a Secret."

Dimithri was sitting on top of the boat as his thoughts were floating away. He was thinking about food. At the moment Dimithri was hungry as hell. He could feel his stomach giving him weird kinds of noises and such. As a person who takes fitness and health seriously, food was something very important. Dimithri wondered what he should eat after he had got out of this fucking mess. He didn't like to be delayed during his meal hours. He would always take his meals at the right time. But this situation was a hard one. He had nowhere to go until something happened.

He heard someone pounding as he got up straight. It kind of shook him. Looking back and fort Dimithri tried to see where the damn sound was coming from. As he glanced down, he saw a figure beneath the layer of the ice pounding it the ice as if the person was asking for help. Walking closer, Dimithri examined the figure. It was quite hard to know, if the person was a man or a woman. He wished it was a woman. Since for the fact that he could enjoy himself most happily with her.

The pounding was starting to grow. Whoever it was the person was most likely running out of oxygen. Dimithri sighed as he looked at the figure. He had no intention of helping the person but the thought of it being a woman kind of made him want to help. Exhaling, Dimithri got down on the iced floor as he balanced himself. He had no intention of falling down. Getting into a kneeling position, Dimithri looked at the figure and grinned. He wanted to do something first before he helped the person.

Dimithri realized that after seen him get down from the boat the pounding had slowly decreased. "Good." Dimithri muttered as he used his fingers to write something on top of the ice as he wished that the person would be able to understand and comprehend, what he had written. The text says, "Why So Serious?"


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on Wed Jun 25, 2014 7:06 pm


((Not really sure how to respond. Winging it. Sorry if its a bit short))

The individual underneath the ice was most definitely a man, it was too ugly and masculine to be a woman. The creature had essentially disappeared from sight, it most definitely was able to read the words inscribed into the ice. Whatever it was had disappeared in the blink of an eye. From the south came a bizarre 'fwoosh' noise that sounded like a jet taking off into the sky, followed by the breaking of the ice beneath Dimithri, the boat might as well have been lost.

It just floated there in front of him, glaring down, covered in ice making it appear as an abominable snow man. The creatures cape was the only thing not covered in ice.

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on Fri Jun 27, 2014 3:52 pm



"There Is a Hell, Believe Me, and I’ve Seen It. There Is a Heaven, Let’s Keep It as a Secret."

Dimithri saw no reply from the person underneath the thick layer of ice. The pounding had suddenly stopped, as if the person was dead or actually frozen stiff. Signing Dimithri shook his head as he got up. He checked the level of the ice to see if it was thick enough to keep him up. Had no intention of walking on a layer of ice which may break apart. "I have no time for that kind of stupid fucking shit!"

Walking back towards the boat, he picked up his 2 weapons. One was his sword and the other was also the 2 guns which he liked very much. As he admired them, Dimithri used his guns to aim at the layer of ice, where the person was at as he started shooting. His gun was a NOVESKE N4 Diplomat with a M68 Aim point, red dot scope and Surefire M900 weapon light for grip. The sexy assault rifle had a caliber 5.56x45mm, which weighted 2.9 kg. As Dimithri stopped shooting he could see the ice had started to break. "About fucking time!"

Dropping his gun down, Dimithri took his sword out as he started walking forward carefully. Finally coming towards the place he shooted, Dimithri rotated the sword as its point was downwards, he used it to stab the ice as hard as he can as pieces started to break down fast. "Come out, motherfucker! I'm saving your shitty life!"


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on Sun Jun 29, 2014 3:29 pm



on Thu Jul 03, 2014 12:40 pm


((Shiz, Sorry for the late reply. Having difficulties with family members, needed to take a break))

The world was full of monsters, right? A monster is any creature, usually found in legends or horror fiction, that is often hideous and may produce fear or physical harm by its appearance and/or its actions. Among newborn young and embryos of humans and most species of animals are found occasional individuals who are malformed in whole or in part. The most grossly abnormal of these have been referred to from ancient times as monsters, probably because the birth of one was thought to signify something monstrous or portentous; while the less severe are known as abnormalities or anomalies or even birth defects.

But those were all myth's right? What about the man-made monsters, not the serial killers or the freaks that decide "Hey, lets kill EVERYONE at school!", the type of monster that was pieced together by a scientist (or scientists) that was obsessed over a single artificial error everyone was making. When the knife breached the water, there was something there, something that looked dead and decayed. A male figure in a cape and tights like one of those superheroes displayed in movies and comics, a large symbol displayed as as a shield with Navajo writing on it, either what its name was or a single large symbol that was made up of small writings. It was the only language the Nazi's couldn't decode in WWII over 100 years ago.

Its grimace and noble square chin was somewhat more apparent than the rest of its face, it was covered in ice and nearly frozen close to deat-. . . It blinked. Like it was almost entirely fine up until it heard the words 'shitty' and 'life', or 'motherflucker'. It was one of those words, it struck an emotional button, with a hammer, a big hammer used by a judge, the type of judge who sends a man who committed no crime for the Judges own personal gain. Leaving the false criminal to rot in jail, getting angrier, and angrier, and angrier until the jail suddenly just couldn't take it any longer and it let the criminal out.

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on Sat Aug 09, 2014 4:03 pm



"There Is a Hell, Believe Me, and I’ve Seen It. There Is a Heaven, Let’s Keep It as a Secret."

Dimithri looked down as he saw a half frozen man. Sighing to himself, he lowered himself down as he caught the man by his hands, as Dimithri lifted him up by one pull. He was heavy but not that much heavy as he thought it would be. Putting the half frozen man down on the ground that was covered by thick ice, Dimithri looked at him with a serious expression on his face. The man would have frozen to death, if he hadn't volunteered to help him. Dimithri couldn't help to think that he would risk his own life to help a total stranger that he did not know. Taking a deep breath, he looked down on the man and said slowly, "Hey yo, you okay?"


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