Post by Fritz on Jun 9, 2004 23:48:36 GMT -4
Twenty years ago, a movie changed the world...
"THE indispensable defense science of the next decade: professional paranormal investigation and elimination. The franchise rights alone will make us rich..."
A primal Sumerian horror shook the world to its foundations.
"Now there's something you don't see every day..."
"Sorry Venkman. I'm terrorized beyond the capacity for rational thought."
And a legend was born.
"We're the best...we're the beautiful..we're the only...Ghostbusters!!!
Now....
Twenty one years after the legend began...
A legacy in jeapardy.
All of a sudden, a voice rang out in his head, “So, you are the chosen one for me? I would not waste my time on one such as you, but it is ordained to be.”<br>
It then dawned on Jeremy that his entire life had come to this: him becoming what he was protecting others from, the catalyst for the end of the world.
“Bring it on, b****.”<br>
An ancient tome resurfaced.
"Hmmm." He mused, poking the shaft of light into the gloom. It strayed across something large and dusty. Iain placed the small penlight on the rubber-covered floor and put a hand into the hole in the floor. He wrestled for several minutes to snag the object, and then he finally got it. He pulled it out into the gloom and studied it. It was a book...a large one at that. Hardback...and it had obviously seen better days. There was a strange language written on the cover, a language Iain didn't know. He stood up, grabbing his penlight as he went. For now he'd keep the thing locked up in his lab until he could run some tests on it in the morning...it could prove interesting.
A friend lost
“There’s more,” Jeff went on, a grave tone in his voice. “He summoned a horde of demonic creatures to his service and was heard making mention of ‘the coming of the traveller,’ and referring to himself as...” He froze.
“As what?” Kyle asked desperately.
Jeff looked up at Kyle right in the eyes to emphasize the seriousness of what he was about to say. “...as ‘The Keymaster.’
Terror Reborn
Louis Tully's face went deathly pale.
"It's happening again, isn't it?" he asked, fighting off the urge to pee himself.
And even the greatest Ghostbusters International has to offer...
It emerged. As a great shadow seperating from the very stars itself, its black form melted from around the scarlet moon. Great wings fromed from the great shadow, slowly taking shape.
"So...." Vincent murmured, gripping the staff with both hands, and locking one foot behind him, "...it begins."
May not be enough
"So...what does the title say?" Iain asked.
"Ina Ezeru Ina Alal." Egon cleared his throat. "It means...the Chronicles of the Great Destructor, The Formless Traveller..." Egon looked at them, his eyes their most intense. "The Destructor. The Traveller. Vuulgus Zildrohar. Or, as he's know to this day and age...Gozer."
(cue theme music)
Chronicles of Gozer Book One: Revelation
Be very afraid...
"THE indispensable defense science of the next decade: professional paranormal investigation and elimination. The franchise rights alone will make us rich..."
A primal Sumerian horror shook the world to its foundations.
"Now there's something you don't see every day..."
"Sorry Venkman. I'm terrorized beyond the capacity for rational thought."
And a legend was born.
"We're the best...we're the beautiful..we're the only...Ghostbusters!!!
Now....
Twenty one years after the legend began...
A legacy in jeapardy.
All of a sudden, a voice rang out in his head, “So, you are the chosen one for me? I would not waste my time on one such as you, but it is ordained to be.”<br>
It then dawned on Jeremy that his entire life had come to this: him becoming what he was protecting others from, the catalyst for the end of the world.
“Bring it on, b****.”<br>
An ancient tome resurfaced.
"Hmmm." He mused, poking the shaft of light into the gloom. It strayed across something large and dusty. Iain placed the small penlight on the rubber-covered floor and put a hand into the hole in the floor. He wrestled for several minutes to snag the object, and then he finally got it. He pulled it out into the gloom and studied it. It was a book...a large one at that. Hardback...and it had obviously seen better days. There was a strange language written on the cover, a language Iain didn't know. He stood up, grabbing his penlight as he went. For now he'd keep the thing locked up in his lab until he could run some tests on it in the morning...it could prove interesting.
A friend lost
“There’s more,” Jeff went on, a grave tone in his voice. “He summoned a horde of demonic creatures to his service and was heard making mention of ‘the coming of the traveller,’ and referring to himself as...” He froze.
“As what?” Kyle asked desperately.
Jeff looked up at Kyle right in the eyes to emphasize the seriousness of what he was about to say. “...as ‘The Keymaster.’
Terror Reborn
Louis Tully's face went deathly pale.
"It's happening again, isn't it?" he asked, fighting off the urge to pee himself.
And even the greatest Ghostbusters International has to offer...
It emerged. As a great shadow seperating from the very stars itself, its black form melted from around the scarlet moon. Great wings fromed from the great shadow, slowly taking shape.
"So...." Vincent murmured, gripping the staff with both hands, and locking one foot behind him, "...it begins."
May not be enough
"So...what does the title say?" Iain asked.
"Ina Ezeru Ina Alal." Egon cleared his throat. "It means...the Chronicles of the Great Destructor, The Formless Traveller..." Egon looked at them, his eyes their most intense. "The Destructor. The Traveller. Vuulgus Zildrohar. Or, as he's know to this day and age...Gozer."
(cue theme music)
Chronicles of Gozer Book One: Revelation
Be very afraid...
