Brotherhood of Doom [17+ ONLY!]

[Faustus]

^First of all if you don't want to get ass-raped by posting here you could always try I far more polite approach as this is OUR DOMAIN!!!!!!! Secondly we are unapologetically elitist and we despise n00bs . What did you expect the evil club of TFF to be? Humanitarian? HA!!!! We enjoy this shit and I am truly disappointed that you do not have the good taste required to enjoy it as well. And prepare to be added to the fun as you walked right into the maw of darkness and dared a criticism.

*Fausts opens a rift in the fabric of space time and kicks Nick into it Leonidas style. Nick falls down through an abyss of agony inducing energies and eldritch currents. As he fell through this unhallowed tear in reality itself, Nick vaguely hoped amidst the pain that he would hit bottom and cease to suffer the energies of the nether coursing through his soul. Little did little Nicholas know that he would soon be spat into the personal realm of one of the great the dark deities of the Brotherhood of Doom.*

Do not despair, you will be ass-raped by many a harmful inanimate object in due time.

[Faustus]

Well this is rich, my inferior questions my intelligence, oh well its to be expected of a subhuman such as yourself. I'm not going to waste my time and RP up an epic death for you, your simply not worth the time but I will prepare the way for the whole brotherhood to have fun RPing your torment. Now I will tell you once and only once that your posts are not wanted or appreciated here. In words you can understand: go away. I trust you won't have any difficulty understanding.

[darkViVi]

Originally Posted by Nick

Just looking at "????" speaking, and holy ****, you guys jumped on him faster than michael jackson would on a naked 6 year old. "twas amusing, but wtf...is that all this club does?

Oh well I was bored

Now get the **** out before I feed you to the maggots.
EDIT: *has the horned baboon to assrape Nick*

[ToroMor]

The dreams feel like melted lead. Ardent necro-bestiality under a cloud of alcoholic intoxication. Toromor drowns in darkness, sinking with the dead, loving the dead, to a point where nothing exists any more, but the naked despair of the cursed. An he laughs and feeds on their fear; and he relishes the damnation and he sticks his tongue into....

... an empty goblet?

Suddenly, he awakes. The leaden prurience in his testicles is overcast by a war drumming in his head. Slowly, he lifts his heavy head from the floor. Beer is dripping from his helmet. As he tries to focus his view, he realizes that some sort of fairy-hunt is going on. Gnomes with flyswatters are chasing n00b fairies through the unholy cathedral.

Not again...

Toromor stumbles to his throne and takes a seat. What day is it? He looks at the Clock of Doom but the damned thing whirls its arms around like crazy. It seems to somehow participate in the n00b hunting. Well, trying at least. Anyway, a classical time for an anti-hangover drink. As all gnomes seem busy, Toromor commands one of the elven princesses to serve him a Bloody Mary.

"Forgive me my master, but I have not been taught how to make such a thing. Shall I care for your little emperor?"

For a second, the Dark One is speechless. How did she call his ****?

"No, not now. Listen, you simply squeeze out the blood of a virgin, I suggest with red hair, put it in a glass and add a bottle of vodka and chili, that's it. Normally, you would add some more refined spices and stuff, but the basic version will do for now."

"Very well, my master. I'll be back in a second!"

With a wink in her eye, she tiptoes to wherever the hell the kitchen might be. Toromor shakes his head. Captured elven princesses are probably not supposed to behave like this. He makes a mental note to follow up on who drugged the whisky yesterday. Anyway, the n00b hunting was a pain in his ass. Time to stop that. Arising to his shaky feet, his eyes assume a deep red glow.

"ENOUGH."

Suddenly, a firestorm of gargantuan proportions riots through the hall. The mortals run for their lives, screaming in agony as the flames lust for their flesh. Heavy curtains and wooden furniture flare up, kegs of booze explode and blazing hellfire rains from the ceiling. Burning orc guards, smouldering gnome slaves and some fuming n00b fairies dash around in a desperate attempt to escape the havoc; all in vain. The exits are closed and protected by stone trolls, each one of them strong enough to stop a stampeding flock of buffalos with one arm. And of course, extremely resistant to fire. Toromor watches the spectacle with growing amusement.

"Muahahahahahahaa!"

Then, after all the pitiable creatures are burnt down and the windows are opened to let the smoke out, he sits back on his throne. New slaves are brought to the hall to clean up the ashes and refurnish. The elven princess also returns. Her once artful dress is a picture of devastation - scorched and sooty and speckled with holes. Still, her face shows an unexpected mixture of devotion and... coquetry?

"Master, your drink!"

Mor takes the huge glass and chugs it. For a second his mind is empty. There is nothing. Stillness. Silence. Then, some strange feeling arises. Growing stronger. And stronger. And... hot! HOT! With a mighty belch, another firestorm escapes the throat of the mighty Dark Lord. The new furniture and the freshly arrived gnome slaves ablaze again and the riot recurs. Toromor looks at the princess.

"That damn drink was BOILING!"

"Excuse me my master, but someone set the hall on fire. Shall I now look after your little emperor?"

"No, no, it's good. Just leave me alone and find a new dress."

Toromor leans back. This was one of those mornings when he asks himself if he had not better become a bum instead of a Dark Overlord. But after all, the drink began to spread a good feeling in his demonic stomach. Perhaps there was hope for tonight?

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((Any further n00b bullshit will be deleted without comment. Write an application or stay out, idiots.))

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[Mistress Sheena]

I'll have to second Toromor's demand. And Nick, what was up with you posting in here as well? You have no business in here. Please don't post in here again or you'll be warned for Trolling, because that is essentially what you were doing.

And yes, for anyone who wants to join in the future, please check the first post of this thread for instructions on how to join. This isn't a normal club where anyone can just say "can me join plz" and they're let in.

There's a special process to join this dark palace. You need to fill out an application with questions provided in the first post. Please answer them honestly and with complete thoughts.

I don't know how many times this has been stressed, but it's pretty tiring to see new members just barge in here to their deaths. While entertaining to me and the others, please, show some intelligence and read the first post. Don't I have a sticky thread about this?

And yes, any spam from noobs with an improper way to join will be deleted immediately. And so will troll posts such as Nick's, which aren't allowed in the first place. They will be deleted now, though. Even though some posts won't make sense when they're gone.

~Busty Lusty Secretary
Victoria

[Shiendar]

Anthiena sat upon the timber supports, smiling in mischief, her legs swinging, she noted the n00b that had posted. Her smile changed into a sadistic expression of glee and she swooped down and grabbed the n00b by an arm, causing him to scream as the bone of his arm slid from the socket. She swung him merrily until she came to a spot she was looking for and closed her eyes. When she opened it, she saw a rock face with a thin ledge where ghosts traversed endlessly, the screeching of harpies in the distance.

....but far below was utter, utter darkness. Here lies the abyss, where the Elim Bene on the side of the Authority are thrown. There, all that you are and were shall be eaten by the darkness. Enjoy true eternal torment!

She cackled as she dropped him into the now swirling abyss, which drew out each particle of his being, first crudely, causing the rock face and the evil Priestess to be spattered by blood as the n00b screamed in miserable pain and shrieked in sheer panic. She shook off the blood and the anti-energy of the abyss seeked it out, hungry and eternal.

Forget Hell, this is good enough! She flew up and planeshifted back into the BOD citadel where she flopped down on Faustus's lap and began to play her hands accross interesting areas.

[Faustus]

Faustus was watching the multitude of horrors unfold as man a noob and elven princess suffered at the ands of the Brotherhood. A smirk grew across the face of the defiler and he brought his sword down upon the floor and with a dissonant and unhallowed ring the walls of the fortress itself began to echo with an unholy noise. The many statues of demons and vacant suites of unholy armor sprang to life.

Codpieces and stone members arrayed, the vast army of stone and steel began to rape the elven princesses without care or mercy. Captive villagers were not exempt from this as the dungeons overflowed with overzealous metal rapists and stone molesters.

In the middle of the mayhem, Anthiena appears upon the defiler's lap. Without losing a moment Anthiena is roughly taken behind the mead benches and raped repeatedly by Faustus.

Originally Posted by Toph Bei Fong

And yes, any spam from noobs with an improper way to join will be deleted immediately. And so will troll posts such as Nick's, which aren't allowed in the first place. They will be deleted now, though. Even though some posts won't make sense when they're gone.

I prefer to think of it as purifying the thread of unwanted and unnecessary presences. After all, we can't have filth like nick infection the glorious of DOOM.

[darkViVi]

Bloodaxe grins at the common carnage in the main hall, he puts his hand down on the floor, moves it around a bit before he raises it towards his face and studies it.. Blood... The bastards head aches after last nights theme party inside the torture chamber, the theme was of course.. torture. He decides to step out for a bit to get some air along with a joint so he walks through the shattered door leading out of the hall towards a small gate where he hears a commotion behind a steel door at the side. He opens it curious to what it was and inside he sees dousins of Orcs drinking and shouting while smashing their swords, axes and shields against eachother. The Norseman couldn't even hear what they are shouting so he grabs an Orc by his throat and asks what the hell is going on.

"Lord, we are impatiently waiting for Ragnarok, it's too far over-due!"

Bloodaxe nods and addresses the loud Orcs with a powerful and loud voice.

"Minions, it is true. Ragnarok has been delayed for far too long. Let us show the world what we think of this! TO ARMS! FOR DOOMHAMMER!!"

Bloodaxe then leads the angry mob out of the Citadel towards the town of TFF with their axes, swords and torches raised high.

[Sir Kenneth]

BAH! This warrior of doom truly needs to learn when it is time to go home. Last night I went out for a bout of drinking with my colleagues. I left my place at 8pm and when it was 8am, I was stumbling drunkenly out on the street when the last watering hole finally decided to shut the doors. I suppose it is the curse of every true warrior never to surrender. I don't go out drinking as much as I used to, but when I do go out, I refuse to go home before I am truly the last man standing. I just wish I wouldn't feel it so hard in the morning though. I must've had atleast 10 beers, 8 shots of vodka, half a bottle of Malibu, and an uncounted number of fizzy alcoholic soda/energy drink drinks. Oh yeah and about 40 cigarettes.

Fuck hangovers I need a repair bong hit badly! Or 2 repair bong hits. A repair lager wouldn't be half bad either.

[ToroMor]

As to double the chaos that has befallen the citadel, trumpets suddenly blare violently in the main hall. An official announcement is about to be made. The Dark Christ arises from his throne, firm on his feet (thanks to the Bloody Mary) and with a ceremonial attitude. Those who are not already deaf hear him clearing his throat.

"Warriors of Doom! Warlords of Perdition! Princes of Darkness! Lords of Destruction! Masters of Despair! Paladins of Pain! Sirens of Annihilation! Misstresses of Chaos! Servants of the Unholy! Miserable minions, door guards and shabby whores! I have an important announcement to make!"

While the Christ of Darkness is wallowing in his verbal foreplay, a group of ceremonial evil priests enter the area directly behind the thrones. Two immense shapes, covered in silken drapery, stand there, dramatically lighted by huge coal pans. In the background, a choir of croaky vampires intone a subtle death ballad.

"From now on..."

One of those pseudo-dramatic pauses follows, an annoyance that most attendants are already quite familiar with.

"the infernal RULERS OF DARKNESS, though vanished into incomprehensible realms, shall always be with us and guide us with their madness and their malice!"

The ceremonial priests of evil unveil two massive statues. Made of obsidian stone, they are gigantic representations of Dissaor and Khorde. With unbelievable artistry, their lunatic grimaces are caught in the vile faces of the stone statues, towering above the thrones like a pending doom.

"From now on, the RULERS are no more. From this very day, they shall be remembered as the LUMINARIES OF DARKNESS, the ancient gods of the unholy triumvirate that formed these halls!"

The dreadful trumpets blare again. The vampiric bards raise their voices to an unbearable sound that threatens to drive the attendants' brains through their ears.

"And their power shall be ours!"

Suddenly, a cloud of dark magic enshrouds the High Lords and the Princes. With an orgasmic feeling of power, they absorb the unholy might of the Dark Luminaries and add it to their evil aura.

"It is done. Let us drink to the glory of Dissaor and Khorde, may their rotten souls guide us on our way to eternal damnation!"

An army of gnomes rush into the hall, carrying beverages and roasted meat and serving the guests. A brutal death metal band goes postal and gorgeous succubi strippers invade the place. Toromor spots the elven princess who brought him his drink. In a split second, she sits on his lap and sticks her tongue into his mouth.

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((Fock, that sounds like a real good nightout Gaap!))
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EDIT: updated the top post, concerning the Luminaries. Also edited some minor stuff here and there.

[Angantyr]

Pardon my intrusion if it is in such a way but there is something I need to point out.

I only briefly saw the last part of the message with Nick and I must say I find that quite disrespectful being that we get on well outside of this realm. I don't know what your reasons for stating such and whether you'll even be bothered to come read this but that's your choice and frankly I don't really care. Sure I find some of the stuff here quite immature myself, I ignore all the antics geared towards the random idiots popping up here trying to join or trolling and let ToroMor do his buisness, I chose not to associate with such things and all the serious stuff is kept tucked away in the HQ. However you stepped over your boundries, you disrespected my comrades... the main reason I am still on TFF is because of these people here: I consider myself along with the rest part of the foundations that built the BoD to what it is today so if you disrespect them you disrespect me and that is one thing I do not tolerate. If you want to bad mouth the BoD then don't bother talking to me at all anymore.

((excuse my shit spelling, I'm on IE which doesn't have spell check))