Bob, Blackout, Stygian, Torcano,
and Trart are wandering through a player run shopping district trying to come
up with names.
Blackout is flipping through
cooking recipes and stops suddenly. “Ok, what about Eternal Damnation?” He
asked.
Bob shakes her head as she picks
up a Lute/flame thrower hybrid. “Too Goth.” She decrees, strumming the lute and
causing a fairly large burst of flame to explode from its neck.
“The shadow Syndicate” Stygian
offers setting an unimpressive chest plate back on the counter.
“Sounds like something out of an
Asian B movie.” Blackout replies.
Trart is leaning against the wall
of the shop just staring out the window. “What about –“
“No.” Bob interrupts him.
Trart stands up off the wall. “But
–“
“I said no.” Bob glared at him.
By the afternoon they had made
their way through the shopping district and were sitting together in a café.
Still trying to come up with names.
“Oh!” Torcano said with
excitement. “What about Blinding Might!” He held fist in the air.
Blackout rolled his eyes. “Oh
sure, and we can all wear tights and do nothing but wrestling moves.”
“Imortalis Corporeal?” Stygian
offered.
Trart let his head roll back onto
his shoulders. “None of us glitter so enough with the Gothic names already.” He
groaned.
Blackout tried to stand with a
sense of imposing severity. “Thunderstar Imperium” He boomed.
Stygian nodded. “I’m down, but if
we’re going to be an 80’s hair band I wanna be the drummer.” He did some air
drumming for effect as blackout stuck his tongue out at him.
“Guy’s I really think I –“ Trart
started but was quickly interrupted again.
“She meant ‘no’ as in ‘nuh uh’”
Blackout clarified.
A week later and they still had
not agreed on a name. The competition sign up closed in thirty minutes. The
entire gang was standing in front of the sign up station.
“The Cult of Anarchy” Bob offered.
“I accept!” Torcano said with
excitement. “Now lets go hang out in a graveyard and read Edgar Allen Poe
Stories!” His joke earned him a rude gesture from Bob.
Blackout was next. “Prisoners of
Fate?” He asked.
Trart held his hands over his
heart. “A painfully emotional Hermione/Dobby Fan Fic.” Blackout
shrugged his shoulders and nodded in agreement.
“All right then Trart, what have
you been sitting on?” Stygian asked.
Trart smiled. “The Almost
Entirely Awesome Adventures of the End of the World Club.” He finished.
There was a moment of silence as
the rest of the group thought it over.
“Why the hell didn’t you say
something earlier?” Bob shouted and then took off running as Trart chased her
to the sign up table.
Once they had finished signing up
They turned to leave the table and came face to face with Wainwright,
Shizaboom, and Volnado. All three of whom were well known Game Masters.
Volnado stepped to the table and
looked at their clan information. “Oh Torcano, I knew you were pathetic but
this is a new low even for you.” He moved back over to the other two Game
Masters.
“Who the heck is this guy?” Trart
asked.
Torcano’s shoulders slumped. “Trart,
meet Wainwright, Shizaboom, and Volnado, my brother.”
