Nightmare

[The Stryker]

Another crazy Rpg from Stryker! this ones probably gonna go down pretty quick but i need something to do while TFF is on Sabbatical.

Mikey,Don and Leo have all left to April's little shack and have left the cranky Raph all alone in the lair, But while he is there strange things start to happen, Like an Evil Boy Genius bent on being Evil named Jack Stryker bringing Shredder's ghost back to an earthly plain. but these plans seriously cut into everyone's time when the plan is hatched to..........TAKE OVER THE WORLD.

Its a Comedy/Serious Rpg take it how you will but Splinter is not a member being as he's just a spiritual force.


Taken:
Raph and Angel-Garou
Jack Stryker and the Ghost of Shredder-Bryan"Stryker"Cruz
Ra-.....Ra
Amy-Hazlov
Casey-Cowabunga
Kylie-Storm Wolf
Lucas-KROW



Im getting people i didn't even know were Rp'ers....0_o



Original characters are welcome and will add spice. its time to choose a side in a fight to decide the fate of NY.

((I Know its kinda Cliched but hey alittle old-timey superhero fun))

[Garou]

Raph and Angel for me!!!!!

[cowabunga14]

I'll be Casey Jones.

[hazlov2004]

i`ll join im playing amy

[Ra]

Sign me up as Ra!

[Storm Wolf]

You know....I'd really like to get back into the RPG scene again...

I'm probably a bit rusty, but if this thing pulls thru...I'd like to take a go a it.

I Think I'd like to use my werewolf character Kylie for this...since she never really got a chance to be put into action.

[The Stryker]

Don't worry, My RPGs aren't the most complicated lot, No Numbers or Dice or crap like that just simple story telling and....stuff

[Storm Wolf]

good....The dice thing makes me crazy...


so...when does this thing start?

[The Stryker]

I have no idea!...i dunno soon once i flush out the storyline and the character of JACK STRYKER: EVIL BOY GENIUS

[Storm Wolf]

alrighty then.

[KROW]

I'll join as my new character, Lucas, if that's okay.

[The Stryker]

We'll be starting soon i'll say by tonight or earlier...i dunno whenever my mind can't take it anymore.

[Storm Wolf]

*looks at watch and coughs quietly* mmmm hmmm

[The Stryker]

Fine! im starting... Ingrates... I've decided to make it a kind of a Raph Solo Story, ((Read the First Post for the Re-Written Backstory))

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"AH HAHAHA!!! HA HA HA!!!" Flames shoot up behind Jack Stryker as he smiles evily. "Finally! The Culmination of my evil has finally risen!!!! BWAHAHA!!!" He grabs it and then spins around and puts a cookie tray with freshly baked cookies on the table and he begins to eat them.

"Any word yet on the translation of that....scroll thing?" A robot flys to Stryker and holds the scroll up to him. "The only word Translated is: The, Sir"

"Stupid robots when am i gonna find some real help around here?!", Just when he finishes with his cliched evil complaint a Puzzle Box falls onto his table.

"We found the box on the routine search of area 115780", Stryker picks up the box and looks at it. "So what does it do?"

Stryker opens the Puzzle box and a supernatural light shines out brightly and then a scream is let out as well, then a ghostly figure begins to emerge. Stryker sees this and Screams loudly

[Storm Wolf]

Kylie lifted her black twitching nose to scent the acrid city air. She snuffled, sneezed, and lowered her muzzle.

Acrid indeed. The many smells in the city burned her sensitive nose. She lifted her face to the sky. A new moon and no stars were visible to her sharp eyes. Kylie hated the city and yet she had remained here for some years now.

She shook her thick black mane of fur and sighed deeply "What a wretched depressing city." Kylie turned her attention back to her most important task of stalking her prey: The pizza delivery boy.

Human wasn't Kylie's cup-o-tea, only wild werewolves feasted on the flavorlessness of human flesh. It was a blood lust craving for Wilds. Kylie, however, was more focused on the pizza he was transporting. That would satiate her hunger for the night.

Kylie padded up behind the boy and was just about to make her move when the entire city block burst into howls. Kylie's ears perked. That noise...it was faint, but sounded like a scream.

Kylie slunk into the shadows. Perhaps she should investigate...

[Garou]

With an angry growl, Raphael turned off the TV. His brothers left the lair for about an hour ago, leaving him behind. He had had another fight with his older brother, like so many times before in his life. Slowly rising from from the couch, the red masked ninja turned to face the punching bag in the other end of the lair. Raph started punching the bag violently, trying to get rid of his aggressions...

*

Angel sat quietly on a rooftop, looking over the city. She had decided to leave the lair, when she saw the mood Raph was in. Suddenly, she hearded a scream in the distance.

"What the?" the feline muttered, standing up to try and locate the scream...

[KROW]

"He's mine!"

"No! He's mine!"

Although being tugged at both ends by the two beautiful ladies, Lucas smiled and chuckled inwardly.

"Ladies, ladies, please," he said between pulls. "There's plenty of me to go around, I assure you."

The trio were causing a scene outside a ritzy casino in Reno, Nevada. Lucas had just won a cool $500,000 at the crap tables and now his two escorts were fighting over which one would be more able to show him a good time.

Lucas hadn't had the time to have this much fun in a good few years. Prior to this evening, he was heavily involved in a matter of life and death -- someone's else's, as a matter of fact. After his... change... Lucas had been responsible for the deaths of a great many people. True, most of them were folks of an evil sort, with some being idiots that crossed him at the wrong time, but nevertheless, he felt no differently about it. Killing is killing, and he disliked being a killer. But, if he truly valued his own life, he would have to kill, as he swore that one fateful night in Teeside a millenium ago.

But that was the past, and the present held much more to smile about. Lucas began to laugh at the sport of his little entourage until a fell wind rushed through the lighted city.

The feel of it hit the three party-goers ferociously, but only Lucas bent over in submission. The girls gasped at his reaction, fearing that there was something wrong with their latest meal ticket. Lucas, however, was more concerned.

"Are you okay, Lukey?" the tart on his left asked.

That was no ordinary wind, Lucas thought. Something is amiss here... Something evil.

"I'm fine, cupcake," he said with a smile. "And don't call me Lukey."

He looked to the girl, but her eyes didn't meet his. He glanced at the other and saw that she, too, was still. Upon further inspection, it seemed that the entire area around him was frozen in time. Even the neon lights of the city streets stopped flashing.

What the hell?

As if to answer his thoughts, a pillar of flame sprouted from the street, taking him by surprise. Lucas has seen this before, and he never got used to it.

"Ohhh, no..." he mumbled.

Out of the flames emerged a creature with large bat-like wings and the face of a dog; a gargoyle-esque thing that frightened all who looked upon it. Lucas, though, was not as skiddish, for he saw this vile being before, even conversed with it.

"Dammit."

"Greetings, Mr. Villigrade," the creature growled. Its voice was like tires on stone.

"Griffyl," Lucas greeted with a small nod. He had to show some matter of respect to all denizens of Hell, or something bad will happen; not to him, but others.

"There has been a disturbance, Villigrade," Griffyl uttered. "The master requires your attention northeast of here."

"I'm busy."

"Pleasures of the flesh mean nothing to--"

"Not them," Lucas interrupted, signaling to the two women by a nudge of the head. "Just before your volcanic entrance, there was a strong wind that nearly took me over. I sensed evil in it, and I intend to investigate that first."

"Good," the imp snarled with a grotesque grin. "Go northeast, then, to the place called New York City. That is where the wind came from."

"Very well," Lucas muttered with a sigh. "I shall leave tomorrow morning."

"You will go now."

"I will not," Lucas said sternly, pointing his finger at the imp, resulting in a wide-eyed and angered expression from Griffyl, which is never a good thing. "I have not had a lull in my... occupation... for quite some time. Now that I have just ended the last in a total of six assignments for your master, I wish to divulge in some relaxation. Surely you can underst--"

"I do believe I said that pleasures of the flesh mean nothing. They mean nothing to me, nothing to your assignments, and nothing to the master. You will go now," Griffyl barked, pointing a gnarled finger at Lucas, "or my wrath shall be incurred."

"Really, Griffyl, there's no need fo--"

"The only pleasure you will get is of seeing these two bonebags turned to ash before your cursed eyes! Now be off!"

There was a pause, then. Lucas has seen enough death to last twenty lifetimes. He'll surely see more, but he'd rather be responsible for the killing by his own hand, not someone else's.

"As you wish, Griffyl," Lucas said, bowing slightly. "Forgive my insolence. I shall leave for New York City tonight. If I may please have some information as to why, however?"

"Yes. A tool of necromancy has been found and unleashed upon this world. It is your job to go to the source, find the tool, kill the one who possesses it, and give it to me to return to the master."

"Very well. What type of tool is it? A stone, a wand, a book?"

"A scroll."

"I see," Lucas paused, already strategizing. "Very well, Griffyl. I shall retrieve this scroll and destroy the one who holds it."

"Of course you will. When you have the item, utter the incantation you memorized to summon me forth and I shall take it from you."

"I will expect a vacation after this."

Griffyl snarled and disappeared, nothing but a puff of smoke in the air. Time began turning again; lights flashing, people laughing and carrying on, and his escorts once again going ga-ga over him. For all their efforts, however, Lucas gave no response.

"What's the matter, Luke?" the woman hooked onto his right arm asked.

"I have to go," he answered, a stern and frustrated expression covering his features.

[cowabunga14]

Casey woke up from sleepin' in a dumpster. He yawned "Man, this sucks. That Killer Scropions gang member had to knock me out with that crowbar. Then he stuffed me in this dumpster. I'll get those punkers." Casey opened the dumpster and read aloud a graffito on a wall "Mr. Jones, we're gonna kill you. You'll be one sorry vigilante when we get done with you. From: Big Bubba. Who's Big Bubba? The leader of that gang? Well, I'll have to look for him." Casey walked down the alley and saw two lowlifes robbin' a woman. "Help! Somebody please help me!" Casey ran to where the crime was takin' place. "Hey, you punks! Let her go!"

"What if we don't?,"asked the bald punk. He threw his knife at Casey, but it missed.

"Then I'll have to cause you guys a lot of pain," Casey raised his hockey stick in the air.

"Should we let her go, Larry?," asked the punk with the cornrows.

"No. We can take Mr. Jones,"replied Larry.

"You punks really think so, huh? I wouldn't count on it if I were you." Casey hit Larry in the head with his hockey stick. Larry fell down and he hit the ground hard. "Hya! All right, you want any?,"asked Casey as he pointed to the other punk.

"No, I don't." The punk ran away and dropped the woman's purse.

"That wussy. I'd knew he'd chicken out." Casey picked up the lady's purse and handed it to her. "Here's your purse, ma'am."

"Thank you,"said the woman with a smile.

"No problem. All in a day's work for Casey Jones." Casey walked out of the alley and headed for Central Park. He found a bench to sleep on. Casey heard someone spalsh in a nearby lake. He woke up and saw a green arm with three fingers stickin' out of the lake. "Is that...one of the guys?"

[The Stryker]

(Jeezum KROW, My eyes hurt from the reading...remember my brain is pea-sized)

The Ghost finishes escaping from the puzzle box and then stares at the cowering Stryker in the corner. The Ghost has the mask of Shredder but after that is basically a ghost octopus.

"Where am I?..." Said the Ghost in a Raspy voice. Stryker looks at the ghost and then screams again and runs to another corner.

"What is your Name, Idiot!?!" Shredder's ghost floats to Stryker and Stryker's eyes almost pop out from widening. "Uh....Jack Stryker, Evil Boy Genius....I do whatever you want! I swear just don't eat me!!!!"

Stryker gives the ghost a Buisness card and it falls right through Shredder's "Hands"

"Oh...Looks like you have a bit of a problem with your hands there."

[hazlov2004]

amy was on the rooftop with angel didnt know why raph got so mad hearing a scream that angle heard and said something aint right angle