You stole from Kablam in the preview!
Great chapter!
Uh…what? I stole from Batman, not Kablam! In fact, Kablam stole from Batman! EVERYTHING steals from Batman, it seems.
And anyone want to wager a guess as to what the hell jumped through the portal?
I’ll randomly guess that the hell is EXACTLY what jumped through. 
I’m gonna guess…A demon that looks like Charlie Chaplin.
YAY! I showed up!! Err, cool chapter, I mean.
About the creature, there are just too many possibilities to guess. It would be cool if turned out to be Etrigan or Hellboy, tho. ^^
Mengde: I’m no expert in symbology, but I think the ‘swirly design’ in your ring is a celtic design. And stars are usually NOT an evil symbol, it’s the opposite, in fact. But many people think anything dealing with magic is evil. :no2:
That design is called the ribbon-style, it is common in Celtic art, as well as Anglo-Saxon art, which was heavily influenced by Celtic designs. The ribbon-style is most famously depicted in serpentine and dragon-like creatures on Celtic and Anglo-Saxon stonework and on illuminated manuscripts. However, I should not call your ring ‘runic’, since it does not appear in any way connected with the actual Futhark letters or the Germanic mystery associated wholly with them; the word ‘rune’ comes from an old Germanic word which means ‘secret’, and alludes more to the mystery and meaning in divination than to Futhark letters, which many today call runes.
The star in the circle on your ring is a very old symbol of female power, mystery, fertility, and magic of the sacred feminine. Some think that the points of the star represent the head, the two arms, and the two legs of a human being, all outstretched. It is of Near-Eastern origin, and is associated with goddesses like the Sumerian Ishtar, and after her, the Greek Aphrodite. I guess that your ring might be in the end called ‘runic’ since its star symbol does connect with the sacred feminine mysteries of near-eastern ancient religions, even though ‘runic’ does tend to mean mysteries and divination in ancient Germanic cultures, not Near-Eastern ones. Even though there are star symbols associated with fertility goddess of Germanic mythology, the symbol on your ring is certainly the Near-Eastern symbol.
…So I wasn’t far off with the “runic” description? Phew. I’d always wondered.
Thanks man. I never really knew what it all represented. Being enlightened is fun.
Isn’t it always?
It’s a chibified Cthultu! Or whatever it’s name is…
This is an awesome story. On another note, In Wil’s story, I was a crazy drunk time traveler who ran a diner with Dude.
d, I swear when I get back, I´m going to kill you, sodomize your corpse with a burning torch, then revive you so your first conscious thought will be the feeling of a burning torch shoved so far up your ass that smoke is coming out of your mouth.
And then, I dunno, we can go for ice cream. Sounds good?
What part pissed you off the most? Getting killed, getting killed by Glenton, or getting turned into a mindless zombie slave and given to Loki?
Oh, and ice cream sounds good, even with the torture that precedes it.
For extra fun I suggest lubing the torch with something flammable so it goes in real nice, then lighting it. Use of a fuse is recommended as you may want to back away.
The Final Saga part 5: Torture of the Torturer
By d_Galloway
The boat raced into RPGC harbor, carefully avoiding the many spotlights and patrols of the coast guard. Finally, it docked in a small cove, complete with a few straw beds, some lights, a table, and a big open book.
“We’re here,” said demigod. “Please get off the boat and proceed towards the table.”
Loki entered Naar’s viewing chambers, Val silently following him. The dark god continued looking into the fountain, paying no heed to the trickster. “Come, Loki. I have something you might want to see.”
Loki approached the fountain, and saw something ripping through a portal towards a puerto rican mage, a cop with all the marks of a pokemon freak, and a big blob of doughy, beer-covered flesh. “With all due respect, shouldn’t we be watching the Heavens?”
“The mage is a danger,” said Naar. “Recognize him?”
Loki looked closer, his face contorting into rage as he recognized the mage. “Wilfredo Martinez…”
“Yes, Wilfredo Martinez,” said Naar. “How fortunate for us Lucifer had thrown a hell hound out.”
Loki’s eyes shot open. “Did that hell hound…happen to be the one that attacked me?”
“As a matter of fact, yes. Why?”
“…Naar, this will not work. Wait until you see what I did to that mutt.”
A black shape ripped through the portal, tearing past Wil and Mitchell. It bounded up the wall and crawled into the shadows of the ceiling. Poke frantically glanced around, while the other two tried in vain to recover themselves. Suddenly, the shape fell out of the ceiling, landing on Poke’s shoulders. A pair of black claws covered his face, as Poke lumbered around in pain. Finally, he slammed his back against the wall, also knocking his aggressor around.
After about five poundings, the creature slid off his back and fell unconcious. Poke slowly turned around as Wil and Mitchell returned to their senses. It was a small thing, only about two feet in height. It appeared to be female, although it was hard to judge through its chibi-like features. It wore a black helmet over its blue hair, which consisted of night-vision goggles and pointy black ears. It wore a leather black sleeveless jacket, as well as black leather pants and black leather gloves and shoes, with long pointy claws. It also had long, pointy teeth, which moments before had been hungry for blood, and a furry blue tail, like that of a dog.
“As you can see,” said Loki, “I turned that hound into a chibi.”
Naar’s aura started to radiate a feeling of pure horror. “I have seen many things, inflicted many horrors, caused countless deaths, and spread plagues and misery across many worlds. But this is the first time I have ever been truly horrified.”
The vision in the fountain rippled and dissapeared, only to be replaced by a picture of a vast desert. Naar’s horror dissapeared, and was replaced by elation. “It seems we have found my next general. I’ll have Belladonna find him while we stage our attack.”
demigod leafed through the book, until he reached a page towards the end. Enscribed was a drawing on a horned helm, with spikes like that of a devil. “When I was practicing to become a human, I stumbled across this. It’s one of those prophecies of doom.”
“Yeah, yeah, real nice,” said Glenton. “Is there any point to this?”
“Be quiet,” said the stranger. “Let demigod speak.”
“It’s no problem, Mengde,” said demigod. “Now, let’s get back to the story. We came across a basic description of these events. The destroyer will be an ancient monster, a giant creature that, accroding to this, will wear black armor, with a sightless helm and unmeaserable power. It will destroy the heavens, then proceed to destroy the only ones that can stop it.”
“…That sounds strangely familiar,” said Galloway.
“I know, but you’re getting ahead of me,” said demigod. “Anyway, we should bring this up with Merlin and the others. They could probably decipher the rest better than I can.”
Wil, Poke and Mitchell were each in the middle of their fifth donut when the hell-beast came to. It started snarling at everyone, standing on its hands and feet like a regular dog. “We probably should have tied it down with something,” said Wil.
The chibi-demon charged at the three, snarling and growling like a rabid creature. When it was only six inches away from the three, Poke grabbed its tail and held it up in the air. “It’s an annoying little runt, isn’t it?”
“I say we skin it,” said Mitchell. “Then we can sell the meat for a few beers.”
“Why don’t we just fry it?” said Wil. “We won’t have to worry about it killing us then.”
The hellhound started snarling again. “Let…me…go!”
Poke’s eyes blew open. “It talks?”
“Even more reason to kill it,” said Mitchell.
“I don’t know,” said Poke. “It’s actually kinda cute. I say we keep it.”
The hell hound’s eyes blew open as realization sank in. It had been demoted from Lucifer’s pet monster to a house dog.
The entire world revertebrated with its scream.
THE END OF PART 5
Well, we’ve tortured a dog from the pits of hell. Now, who is this new general? What is the prophecy of doom? And what is Naar’s plan?
And now, the one like I resisted using:
Wil: There was a hole here. It’s gone now.
The Plot thickens!
I wonder how much I asked for in return for my services. Ah well, no matter. Good stuff, looking forward to the next installment.
There’s going to be cocobo’s in this, right…right?
Cool chapter!
Can I have the chibi dog dude?
d: Plot hole, you mean?
And you got that Hellhound from the Chibi Ctulhu page Poke linked, didn’t you? ~_^
CHIBI hellhound!!
I don’t get the “hole” joke. shrug