Ichiyo sliced his golded hilted katana through an attackers neck, completely severing the mans head, the only expression was one of utter and complete shock. Ichiyo grinned, this was how life was meant to be lived, as he flipped his katana around in one hand and plunged it behind him, the expertly crafted blade easily pericing the mans ceramonial armor, as this was no true battle, merely a ceramony...that he was interrupting. He flipped the katana to the right, tearing out the mans spine and blocking the swipe of another guards blade, he expertly twisted his blade and disarmed the man, before driving the point of his katana straight into the offenders eye.

He looked around, the rest of the guards were dead, only the sniveling emperor remained, he flicked the blood off of his sword and sheathed it in one motion, his other two companions, both dressed in the black robes of a Pu'Jin, stepped behind him, their complexions pale and their eyes coverd by midnight black cloth, Ichiyo stepped up onto the throne. "Hello" he said pleasently, the emperor cringed and sank back into his seat, Ichiyo just laughed "Dont worry, we wont kill you, but someone else will, oh yes, they will" he laughed and walked away, as the two Pu'Jin walked up and unrolled scrolls, chanting the words upon them in perfect harmony, the emperor screamed and convulsed on his throne, dark green and bloodred tendrils of unholy energy wrapping around his pale frame, before going rigid and limp, the Pu'Jin turned and followed Ichiyo, the seeds of chaos sewn upon the world.

-20 minutes later-

A nervous woman stepped into the blooddrenched room, shreking at the sight, but not fainting, she cautiously enterd the room, determiend to see if the emperor was dead, she came to his throne and gasped, a hand flying to her mouth, the emperor was clearly dead, his back arched, fingers having actually clawed grooves in the solid gold handrests, but there was no visible wound upon his body. She threw herself on his chest and sobbed bitterly....and screamed, lurching backwards as the emperor lurched to his feet, staring at her with vacant eyes, it took one step towards her and fell, grabbing her sleeve, she screamed, a pitiful wail of a trapped animal. The former emperor bit savagely into her hand, tearing off two of her fingers, she screamed yet again and jerked away, losing 1 more finger in the proccess, she tripped and fell, and the creature closed, clawing along the ground, with a final, pitiful wail, the woman died, the creature biting into her throat and tearing it out, feasting upon her. Somewhere, a laugh was heard, a deep sinister laugh.

Comments, Questions, Critizim welcome.

This post has been edited by The.Raver on March 07, 2005 11:59 pm

it seems interesting to say the least. it's also unique that it doesnt take place in the present era. keep going, let's see how u develop this.

Chapter two

10 months had passed since the imperial palace and all the thousands of its legions had fallen, becoming nothing more than mindless bloodthirsty rabble, none knew how this horrible tradgity had happend, but it had plunged over 90% of Japan into darkness, only in the uppermost tip of the country did any sembelence of humanity survive, backed by the might of its sorcers and samurais and ninja, it repeatidly held off the attacks, but its forces were weakening, as every fallen warrior only added to the enemys numbers, every final scream of terror weakening the defenders spirit. Amist this chaos there was only one figure that stood out among them, like a beacon of hope, the emperors brother, Kiryu, using a unique blend of swordsmanship and Pu'Jin magic, he held the walls alone until the garrisons could be musterd, and no enemy ever touched him, but even Kiryu was tired, weared by the endless months of combat, seeming to span into endless years, the outside world did not see a need to help them, content to let Japan rot, setting up only scout ships to alert them if any potential infected tried to pass. This was an age of hell, an age of war, but also, an age of heros.

Interesting and gripping, nice work.

You cant be more specific? i have a very fragile self esteem.

Lol, you shouldn't. This story seems innovative, to say the least. o far, every other story is in the present, including mine. I'd appreciate it if you continue. Please?

Will i get a cookie if i continue?


The first creatures reached the walls, fast ones, running faster than a human could ever hope to run, nearly cleared the wall with a single leap, landing beside the defenders and attacking. The defenders were outnumberd, but they had courage, faith, and honor. The first wave was beaten off without a single wound or casulty, but then came the real wave, and everyone present knew the past 10 months had been nothing compared to what they would face now.


Ichiyo laughed, at the head of his army, his daemonic steed's red blazing eyes staring across the distance at the fortress, his two Pu'Jin, equally rotten and decayed remained silent, they never talked unless instructed to. Ichiyo laughed again and looked back at his army. Zombies, Ogre's, Goblins, and a few Daemons and other Pu'Jin, he cackled, once this measly fort was whiped away he would control Japan, and from here he would sweep across the world, plunging it into darkness it had never know. He raised high his once golden hilted katana, now bloodred and rusted, coverd in the blood of his victims but still sharp as the day it was forged, he brought it down in a chopping jesture, and the army charged the outnumberd defenders, who clung to narrow threads of hope.

-2 days later-

The fortress lay a shatterd ruin, no corpses lay strewn across it, as the Pu'Jin merely raised the fallen, but blood was dripping from the very walls of the fortress, the remaining defenders pushed back into the Armory, numbering barely 300 out of the 20,000 that had stood two days earlier, they awaited their fate, Kir doing his best to bolster their morale and heal any wounds he could, they stared with dread at the heavy iron doors, even now being pounded upon by an ogre or some such creature, the 500 lb doors cracked and buckled, and the brave samurai drew swords and waited for the enemy to come.

This post has been edited by The.Raver on March 09, 2005 12:22 am

Kir flipped his sword in his hands and drove it behind him, tearing it right back out and through the eye of a creature infront of him, he dropped to both knee's and 200 arrows flew over him, thudding into the zombies and dropping maybe 50, he cursed and raised his hand at them, muttering a short string of words, the arrows imbedded in the still "living" zombies burst into flames, immolating the zombies and catching thoes around them on fire. The zombies quickly succumbed to it, that spell alone nearly cutting their numbers in half...but the half remaining were still too many, and Kir knew it. He and his dwindeling defenders backed up, taking 10 enemies for every 1 of them that fell, but that 1 that fell rose up again against them. The samurai, now numbering about 100, the tatterd remains of their armor clinging to them like the tatterd remains of their courage. Kir looked into the enemy ranks, still thousands strong, and say Ichiyo and his two Pu'Jin, the zombies clearing a path...the zombies stopped about 50 ft away from Kir and his defenders.

Ichiyo laughed a maniac laugh "Did you really think you could stop them?!" he asked, and when on before Kir could reply. "Fool!" he spat "Once i have taken this pitiful island i will take the rest of Asia, and your all that stands in my way" he laughed again "Feel proud? feel excited? or are you like your men, feeling doomed and trapped by things beyond their control?" he laughed again, but Kir had had enough, he lept foward, his leap quickend by an enchantment cast under his breath. His sword carved a beautiful arc through the air, neatly decapitating a Pu'Jin, his look one of startled amusement...which was explained when the corpse picked up the head and started to re-attach it, but Kir was beyond that corpse, slashing in low for Ichiyo, who deflected it one handed and punched Kir in the face, Kir fell backwards, but was caught by one of his men, the 100 samurai had charged, taking the pu'jin by suprize, butchering them, but they had allready begun to put themselves back togehter, and the zombies were moving now. Kir growled something unintelligable and got to his feet, meeting Ichiyos gaze he calmly spat a single word, and both Pu'Jin collapsed into ask with a puff that might have been relief. Ichiyo grinned and held out a hand, the hand glowing with an odd purple light, the zombies stopped, and he held his sword horizontally infront of him, one handed "Come, Kir, do you have the courage to face me?" he taunted. Kir closed the distance, leading with his sword, his courage, and his honor.


--More Later--

Very good, one of my favorites. It's so original

WHENS THE NEXT CHAP? ARGH.

The next chapter is when i get my cookie dammit, im still waiting. And just to taunt you.

-Kir's sword clashes with Ichiyo's-


End of chapter..uh..4 i think?

This reminds me of dinasty samurais or something, something the rather.

I dunno, but it was a good game.

And nice story man, I love ninjas and samurais and sushi man, go on with it.

Kir came in fast and low, intending to cut the mans legs off, Ichiyo laughed and jumped up lightly, planting a single boot on Kir's shoulder and using that to flip off behind the bigger man. Landing behind Kir he stabbed foward with his katana....and hastily dived to the side as Kir whipped around, palm open and hand pointing at him, a blaze of yellow energy ripped into 5 zombies, burning them to cinders, but the rest did not move, and Ichiyo rolled from the dive, coming up and slashing at Kir's legs, to which Kir promptly jumped over it, smashing the pommel of his sword into Ichiyo's face, Ichi's nose splatterd wetly over his cheeks and face, but no blood sprayed out, the man grinned and came in, too fast for a normal human to recover from such a blow, but then, Ichiyo was no longer merely human. Kir gasped as he felt cold steel slice a line across his left leg, the leg instantly cramping with whatever coated Ichiyo's blade. He cursed and staggerd backwards, And Ichiyo came on again, hamperd by his, by now, purple and blue and sensless leg, he couldint dodge in time, Ichiyo exectuing yet another long gash across his leg before he managed to dodge out of the way, slashing at Ichiyo's back as he hurtled by and catching the back of the mans shirt, tearing it off...but not touching his skin. A collective gasp went up from the assembled Samurai. Ichiyos entire body was bone thin, you could see the veins and his ribcage and even his spine, and all the skin was coverd in arcane tatoo's, they glowed with the sickly power of corruption and dark magicks. Ichiyo laughed, and it was no longer remotely human, his jaw unhinging to let it flow out, Kir's ears started to bleed from it and he staggerd back, crashing into a zombie, to which he instantly lept foward again...straight into Ichiyo's sword point, the point enterd his eye.


More Later

Kir lept backwards, Ichiyo's sword taking his left eye, he cursed and cried out in pain, stumbing to his knee's as Ichiyo laughed and flicked the eye at his feet. Kir clawed frantically at his eye, not even registering Ichiyo's slow, steady advance, sword held over his head...


Ichiyo brought his sword down, and Kir rolled out of the way, Ichiyo's sword hitting the ground and snapping in half, the shocked look on his face multiplied 100 Times when Kir drove his sword clean through the mans chest and out his back, severing his spine, rupturing his internal organs. Ichiyo gasped once and died, the zombies around the fortress crumbling to dust with sighs that might have been relief. It was over.

Kir removed his sword from Ichiyo's chest and sheathed it, looking over his men "We won!" he declared, raising his fist in the air, a wild cheer went up from the survivors....cut short into a gasp as Ichiyo raised up behind Kir, grabbing his shoulder and shoving the broken remains of his sword into the mans back and out his chest....as Kir choked out his last breath, Ichiyo wisperd in his ear "Die without hope, Kir....as i am a god now" he laughed and dropped the man, unsheathing Kir's own sword, he advanced on the surviving Samurai.


A new age has come to the world, an age of death, as the Samurais attempts to survive fueld the blood sacrifice needed to raise Ichiyo to immortality...a new army raises behind him, but not one of shambling corpses...no...this is one of the undying, the unyeilding, the unthinking dead.

Nice action scene, me like.

A single question tho: Does this story have zombies in it (or will it?)? I mean, i realize zombies aren't mandatory, but just wondering .