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The Castle of Čachtice [Halloween]


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Larxene: My maids tend to end up in my corpse cave.
Trick: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N7AVGuAhn8k

X-31 Fighter: Fine, no mercy and no treat. Nothing for you today sir.:3

Masquerade Beauty: =O A poet... Are they still roaming around these days?
Trick: +10

Мститель Демона: I can't read your name... Are you Russian or something? I'm sorry but you might be a spy, nothing for you today. EDIT: 'mkay this:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2UHrkLINE0U

Phantasmal Revenant: No you're not. Here's a ticket to Asa Bay.
Trick: Sig edited.

Exyst: 'mkay servant of my darkest desires.
Trick: [IMG]http://i445.photobucket.com/albums/qq175/link-killed-navi/deviantart%20icons/whitchicon.jpg[/IMG]

CeDeFiA: Too bad, blind people don't get treated.:3
Trick: falls into a pit

Yu-gi-oh Dude: Yeah it's legendary because it's not for you.
...Trick +20 points

Cyber Altair: Trick: +1 rep, that's all for you today

Christian Exodia: You have too many stamps already. So nope.
Trick: [IMG]http://i733.photobucket.com/albums/ww334/hannah_rose111/shana.jpg[/IMG]

cliff'em all: That guy with the Ojamas? Too noisy, you'd wake up the dead.~
Trick: +1 rep since you're from Eastern Europe too

Xander Royce: 'mkay you can sing.
TREATED.

Phantom Roxas: BRILLIANT! I love these guys.
TREATED.
(inb4singingpeople)

SebastiaanZ: ...and the only thing fear and you have to fear is me.
Trick: gets lost in the forest

Luna Lovegood: Oh can we exchange your radish earrings against my human hair necklace? No? Oh well.~
Trick: hits himself with the Pumpkin Tail

Charizard: You too.:3 But I'm not a vampire, guess you mistook me for [url=http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dracula]this guy[/url]?
Trick: gets turned into a pumpkin

benguinboo: I don't understand this language, which century are you from?
Trick: puts you into a time machine. Destination Shakespeare

Fenrir: 0___o
Trick: bear trap

kitty princess: You're cute.:3 But kitty princesses land on my plate, sorry.
Trick: +1 rep

~xXKurix-xHiroXx: =O
Trick: [IMG]http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j118/YamiChevonne/Yugioh%20Anime/halloween.jpg[/IMG]

Tainted Wisdom: You're lucky wise one.
TREATED.

DeMeNTeD: 0_o whut?
Trick: lands on my plate

Rua: =O Too long.
Trick: +1 rep
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Aha so we meet again Ms. Elizabeth Bathory. You don't remember me? I used to be your humble servent. I used to do everything you asked. I watched as you murdered 600 young servent girls, I prepared the blood in which you bathed and most important, I told you not to invite girls of royal backgrounds

But you didn't listen

Set on trial for your vampiress ways, I was executed, and for the first time in 400 long years I DEMAND PAYMENT

[spoiler=ending B]Now I stand, still your servent, begging for your mercy.

 

Trick or Treat?

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All the way from Japan Flynnstone comes to meet Elizabeth Bathory and get a stamp

But he is not sure where she lives.

Fisst he comes over to a cave. Argh a Cat jumps our of the Cave.

Flynnstone runs.

Then he comes over to a dark scary house.

Opens the door.

Sais

Trick or Treat give me something nice to eat.

If you wont i don't care ill pull down your underware.

An Old lady gives him 2 sweets.

Then Flynnstoe comes to an Old House.

Opens door sees a Scary Man drest up as a Were Wolf.

Runs. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.

Finaly reaches Elizabeth Bathory.

Knocks on Door.

Elizabeth Bathory opens the door.

Flynnstone says : Trick or Treat give me something Nice to eat.

If you don't i don't care, ill pull down your underware.

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Now haranguing grey skies

With revenge upon life

Gnathic and Sapphic

Needs begged gendercide

 

Delusions of Grandier denounced the revolt

Of descrying cursed glass, disenchanted in vaults

Encircled by glyphs midst Her sin-sistered cult

 

With hangman's abandon She plied spiritworlds

To Archangels in bondage

From light to night hurled

Cast down to the earth where torment would unfurl.......

 

But soon,

Her tarot proved

Hybrid rumours spread like tumours

Would accrue

And blight Her stars

To better bitter truths

Of cold bloodbaths

 

As bodies rose

In rigid droves

To haunt Her from their

Shallow burials imposed

When wolves exhumed

Their carthen wombs

Where heavy frosts had laboured long

To bare their wounds

 

To the depths of Her soul they pursued

Wielding their poison they flew

Like a murder of ravens in fugue

 

And knowing their raptures

Would shatter Her dreams

She clawed blackened books for damnation's reprieve

Baneful cawed canons on amassed enemies

 

So Hallow's Eve

As She received

Like Bellona to the ball

Those enemies

Fell-sisters heaved

Her torturies

Cross stained flagstones

To Her carriage reined to flee

 

But She knew She must brave the night through

Though fear crept a deathshead o'er the moon

Like a murder of ravens in Fugue

 

For each masked, jewelled gaze held dread purpose

Horror froze painted eyes to cold stares

And even Her dance

In the vast mirrors cast

Looked the ill of Her future

If fate feasted there....

 

~Bathory Aria (a Murder of Ravens In Fugue) - Cradle of Filth~

 

Trick or Treat?

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No one has done this yet. Everyone has added random songs, poems etc. to their posts. I almost wonder if it's missing the point of trick or treating.

 

If you so wish to be entertained, I could do a Mario Paint Composition or something.

 

Ah, Elizabeth. Your hobby was taking maidservants up to the castle towers in Winter on cold nights, and throwing ice cold water over them to turn them into pretty ice statues (this is true!). But I don't care. I love twisted women.

 

But just for now, Ma'am, Trick or Treat?

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Countess.

 

How pleasing to see you at this hour. I hope things are going well? Forgive me, I do not believe that we are properly introduced. I do not have a proper name. I dare say I do not have a name at all. Those who have made my acquaintance, or speak of me while my back is turned, refer to me as The Man. Not the most creative pseudonym, but I have grown quite attached to it. We all have our little aliases, eh, Countess?

 

Ah-h, you must probably be wondering why my humble presence should be within the walls of your fair castle this fine day. To be honest, it is hard to explain in just mere words. So, in order to make it easier for I, I want to recite to you a story.

 

There was once, a long time ago, a little boy born to two parents who loved him with all their heart and soul. Even the slightest possibility of danger to the boy wasn't risked; the boy was even on the verge of social isolation. At the age of one, the little boy had already discovered silence. At the age of two, the little boy had already learned Death. The little boy loved Death, embraced it, regarded it as his sole and only companion. At the age of three the little boy had killed another human being. It was nap time, and one of the cradles in the nursery were open. So only naturally the little boy's sole reaction was to strangle the poor baby to death. The nice, mousy teacher who loved the children deeply was arrested and hanged for infanticide. At the age of four the little boy knew deceit.

 

At the age of five the little boy was already insane. His parents have loved his mind to extinction.

 

Oh, am I boring you, Countess? Forgive me for rambling on in such a way, on such small details. I shall get on with it, shall I?

 

At eight years old the little boy had inevitably murdered his two loving parents and a police officer. He was then arrested and jailed in an insane asylum. For ten years psychiatrists, therapists, physicians and friendly nurses all tried to get through to the boy. The little boy snapped the psychiatrists. Paralyzed the therapists. Beat the physicians. Raped the friendly nurses.

 

At eighteen years old the little boy had grown into quite the young man. At this time his mental health was a foregone conclusion. He had been sealed away in a cell and the key was thrown away. And all the while he kept moaning in his sleep about a Stamp.

 

The boy escaped. The boy killed.

 

And I, having traveled for so long and killed so many, did this to ask you:

 

Trick or Treat?

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[quote='Elizabeth Bathory' pid='3242056' dateline='1257008937']
✖ Hidan The Immortal ✖: We can.:3
[IMG]http://i44.photobucket.com/albums/f9/Vanilla105/GIF/halloween_pictures02.gif[/IMG]

Alfred-Kun: ...nah XD
Trick: sig :3

Gemini.EXE: ...maid :3
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k6DdltbYzas

Muluck: Tweak.:3
+1 rep

Cosmic: Eww.
[IMG]http://i255.photobucket.com/albums/hh121/Meliconic/icon130.jpg[/IMG]
[/quote]

Has anyone gotten a stamp from you? :lol: =(
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My dear Countess Elizabeth

your name takes away my breath

I bow down to the mud

for I know you hunger for thy blood

 

So as I lay myself before you

I ask you one question simple and true

and I know, it is a baffling feat

but may I ask you, Trick or Treat?

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