Television stations and frequency broadcasters across the galaxy all suddenly pick up the same urgent signal originating from Avalon city, Avalon. the man with smoothed back hair,glasses and full rosen cheeks appears once again for another. GNN Urgent message. The camera focuses the correspondents flushed face and wild facial hair. A loud audible gulp fills the air as Roh Crossheart loosens his tie before picking up the sheet of paper across his desk.

"This Roh Crossheart with a urgent evening bulletin! Protectorate officials have declared a quarantine around the planet Arieso, as a total communication black out has been in effect as of 1400 hours Avalonian central time. The council will be convening shortly to
discuss patrol ship repor-"

A man suddenly rushes to Roh's side whispering into his ear and handing a small head set to Roh as he slowly moves away, the mans face full of anguish and confusion.

"Ladies and gentleman shock footage from Arieso, viewer discretion is advised!"

The screens across the universe flicked to a green pallet of colours, the colours themselves slowly configuring into fuzzy shapes and images. The images displayed are the readout from a scouters recorder. Building begin to come into focus with draping decorations. The breath of the avalonian foot soldiers is heavy, the health reticule suddenly begins to flash erratically as the streamers and decorations in the distance begin to focus in the soldiers descent.

It people, limbs, bones and gore. Everything beautiful and horrible about the inhabitants of Arieso has been placed artistically throughout its various towns and cities. Innards beck lamp posts and rooftops, lining sidewalks and building sides with the thick iquor of hardening blood. Larger chucks of body are sat on benches still fully or partially clothed as
if still alive and on there way to the super market or having lunch. A skull topped by a fanciful blood spattered hat sits quietly atop a park side bench.The scouters zooms in closer passed the groans of the avalonian patrolman and to the bench. The skull still drips with the dew of blood, like a freshly picked vegetable. Next to the skull sat a finely sliced torso. The limbs had long been removed as evident of the healed scars of where the precious arms and legs once where, despite this the head too was missing with only a gory stump topped by a handful of bloody blond hair. Across the torso we're scribbles of pink and red make up as if the assailants had been playing house or dolly with the inhabitants.

The patrolman doubles over onto his knees, the scouters vision going down with him as various liquids and quasi liquids gushed from his mouth, uttering only one word.

"That...that smell..." A suddenly ripping crunch raped the eardrums of everyone across the universe followed by a splat that filled the air. The health monitoring reticule in the green tinted scouters screen flat lined. For a moment the camera feed from the scouter went blank as the patrolman's head smashed into the Arieso dirt. A soft chuckle filled the air and the cameras angle shifted upward. From a high angle a single man stood above where the patrolman had dropped, in his long digits he clutched chunks of brain and spinal tissue. His slow chuckle soon became a full on cackle as he pressed the bloodied and brain filled hands against his brow and shook with laughter. The bald hooded man stooped downwards, pressing his lips against the scouters lens whisper a single sentence before devouring it in a hail of chomps and gnashing teeth.


"Have fun boys..."

This post has been edited by Yamcha on Sep 9 2009, 03:03 AM