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K'	Jan 5 2009, 01:12 AM
PR Posts: 317 Group: FEFFer Member #1,487 Joined: October 3, 2007	(Fusion Fic loosely based off of Hokuto no Ken, or Fist of the North Star) Fist of the Fusion Star, the Legend of the End of Century Savior! Chapter 1: Meet PR, King of Impossibilities The year is 2009. The planet has been devastated by nuclear war, destroying the landscape and nearly all vegetation. The planet FEFF has become a giant expansive desolate desert, nearly uninhabitable. However, mankind has survived and they struggle to live in this era where Martial Arts rule and modernized weaponry has all but been destroyed. In these violent times where the strong rule the weak; who will be their savior? A brilliant yellow sun scorched overhead, illuminating a figure trudging across a desert that seemed to never end. He was covered in a tattered and ragged traveling cloak that was protecting his skin, but also amplifying the intense heat. He panted and his breath rasped in his throat; he hadn’t had water in nearly a month. Hold on, don’t people die after like two weeks or some shit? Well whatever, this guy was probably Jesus incarnate or something. His steps grew smaller and smaller, as he haltingly came to a complete stop before groaning and falling to the ground face first in a resounding ‘thud.’ Wait, wait, what the fuck? Dude; he’s in the goddamn desert, sand does not go ‘thud.’ At best it’ll go ‘psh,’ or something. Nevermind… He strained his neck to look up and groaned, the sun pouring its beams full force into his eyes. He clenched his eyelids shut and resigned himself to death, but suddenly, the ground began to tremble and quake violently, causing the man’s eyelids to fly open. At a spot straight ahead, where there was a bleached cow skull, the sand opened up and a giant penis flew out of the ground. A giant penis with arms and legs and an evil cackle; ascending into the sky only to fall towards the man in an attempt to obviously, rape him. The man rolled to the side and struggled up, growling. “Fuck… you… SENTENAL!” he roared, aiming to punch the giant dick, but stopping himself when he realized it was only a hallucination or something. Maybe an oasis. Except oases don’t involve giant penises with arms and legs. Usually. The man continued to walk, when out of nowhere, a village appeared. It looked like the remains of a pretty urban city, maybe a suburb of L.A. or something. He wasn’t really sure where the fuck he was, he just started walking one day. Y’know, kinda like Forrest Gump except he didn’t run. The man walked to the center of the town and lo and behold, there was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen! It was a well, and a well meant water! He stumbled over to the well and pulled the bucket up with the last of his strength and lifted the bucket to his mouth, about to take the most refreshing drink of water in the world. BAM, the bucket fell out of his hands and clattered to the ground, all the water spilling out and being sucked into the dry earth. What kind of fucking douchebag… “Hey good one Laharl,” some faggot snickered from behind the man as the sound of a hi-five appeared. “Thanks Shinobi I thought that was pretty good myself, I mean this guy looks like he’s about to fucking die but I thought I’d hit the bucket anyways.” The man rolled to face the two fags and beckoned for Laharl to come closer so he could whisper something in his ear. “Fuck… you…” “Throw this bitch in the jail!” Laharl cried out, knocking the man over the head with a shovel or something. Even though it felt like a newborn was tickling him or some shit because Laharl was just that weak, the man couldn’t stand anything else and passed out. “Finally awake huh?” a voice said, snickering. Something smelled rank, like stale piss and fungi mixed together. The man groaned and sat up, his traveling cloak gone. He was wearing some weird clothes, it was mostly some all blue Martial Arts get up with a red undershirt thing and some steel shoulderpad on one side only. He also had like some gauze or something wrapped around one forearm and like a wristband. Shit was intense. “Where.. am I?” the man asked, rubbing the back of his head. His eyes adjusted to the dim light and sitting in front of him was another man, about his age who was a little big; but that was a good sign in this time. It meant he had plenty of food when food was scarce. “You’re in the jail of this shitty old town,” the man replied snickering. “You got caught stealing their shit just like I did. I guess that makes us bros,” he said, smirking. “The name’s PZ by the way, who’re you?” “I’m PR, and this doesn’t make us bros in any way,” PR responded curtly, cutting off PZ’s chuckles. “Psh, fine, who’d wanna be a bro with you anyways? You look like somebody out of an old Bruce Lee movie or something with that weird getup.” The sound of keys drew both their attentions and some little loli bitch came waddling in, wearing a pink dress that was way too fucking short for her. “HOLY SHIT MY FUCKING EYES COVER YOURSELF WOMAN!” PR cried out, shielding himself. “DO NOT WANT!” The little loli bitch started to cry and PR suddenly felt bad because he made a little kid cry even if she was a little slut. “Hey, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings,” he offered. “Can I have some water please? I’m really thirsty and I’d appreciate it.” The loli dried her tears and nodded, waddling off to get PR some water. “That was Lyn,” PZ explained, yawning. “She’s like the only kid in this village so she always has to do everything. Basically, she’s the town lackey.” “Damn, I might feel sorry for her if she wasn’t such a loli slut,” PR mused. Lyn ran back in with a shot glass filled with water and handed it to PR. “Do you expect that to help you stupid bitch?!” PZ raged. “That tiny amount of water could not possibly help my bro!” “I’m not your bro,” PR replied, before downing the water. Suddenly, his muscles expanded and light returned to his eyes. What the hell, was he some kind of camel human? “Why don’t you fight back against PZ?” PR asked Lyn, handing back the shot glass. PZ laughed uproariously pointing at Lyn. “Dumb bitch can’t talk! I guess she saw her parents get killed in front of her or something and now she’s mute! What a pussy haha!” Lyn’s eyes filled with tears as she stared angrily at PZ, who stared complacently back. “What are you gonna do about it, you loli bitch?” “You know PZ,” PR said, giving PZ a hi-five, “we might just be bros after all.” “We’ve got trouble!” Laharl cried in a girly scream, running into the jail cell. “It’s Ayanami! Ayanami and his gang are here!” “What?!” PZ exclaimed. “Ayanami’s back? I thought he said he was leaving FEFF that faggot!” “We’re all gonna fight!” Laharl exclaimed. “You come too Lyn! I heard Ayanami likes lolis maybe we can appease him with you!” Lyn nodded and began to run off, when she suddenly stopped and threw the keys to the jail cell towards PR. “So who’s Ayanami anyways?” PR asked. “Ayanami is the leader of the local gang around here, and he’s really really strong. He has this ability to make anyone who listens to him long enough kill themselves. He doesn’t even spare the women or children! That’s probably why Lyn gave us the keys, because she knows she’s gonna die.” PR shrugged and left PZ to try and open the lock as he settled against the wall. A snap echoed through the jail cell and PZ turned around and said sheepishly, “The key broke.” PR sighed and stood up, letting out an incredibly manly growl as white light surrounded his body and his muscle mass increased for some fucking reason. The gauze and wristband on his arms ripped into pieces as his forearms bulged, and he firmly grasped the cell bars. That was pretty much their only purpose, to rip into pieces when PR went Super Sayain. Made it look cooler. He easily bent the bars open with his unreasonable strength and stepped outside, to presumably go face Ayanami and friends. After fapping and swearing at PR’s massive strength, PZ followed suit. As they stepped outside, almost everybody was already dead except for Laharl and Lyn. Ayanami had Lyn and was holding her above his head, while screaming in a voice that made PR want to cut his ears off. “I AM NOT FAULTY I AM NOT FAULTY I AM NOT FAULTY I AM NOT FAULTY I AM NOT FAULTY I AM NOT FAULTY I AM NOT FAULTY I AM NOT FAULTY I AM NOT FAULTY I AM NOT FAULTY I AM NOT FAULTY I AM NOT FAULTY!” Ayanami cried out repeatedly, causing PZ to both rage and beg for his life simultaneously. “I JUST WANT TO BE LIKE EVERYONE ELSE AND I WANT TO BE A LOLI BUT I KNOW I WILL NEVER BE A LOLI LIKE THIS GIRL SO I WILL BREAK HER NECK!” “Uh oh, I better save this girl who I have a feeling will become a main character of this story before she gets her neck broken by some weird looking motherfucker,” PR said dryly, making overly exaggerated running motions towards Ayanami while moving slower then if he had walked normally. “Wait, save me first!” Laharl screamed, tears pouring down his face. He was restrained by some thugs who looked like they were about to violate him. “Sorry, don’t speak faggot,” PR replied curtly before continuing his fake run. Ayanami looked on with confusion before screaming “STAY AWAY!” and snapping Lyn’s neck, ending the loli slut’s life. “Oh no, Lyn is dead what should I do,” PR said sarcastically. “I am such a fool I should’ve ran faster after all she was probably supposed to be a main character and a huge part of the original story but the writer didn’t like her in the show so he killed her off or some shit like that.” Ayanami dropped Lyn’s lifeless corpse and moved to slap PR with a weird alien loli hand or something as PR roared “Do not fucking touch me freak!” PR made the same kind of growling noise as he had before as the white light reappeared and his muscles expanded even further, causing his shirt to pretty much evaporate and reveal his overly muscular torso embedded with seven scars in the shape of the North Star, the Big Dipper. “ATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATA!” PR cried out, in a pretty high pitched voice that was manly at the same time because he pummeling Ayanami into a bloody pulp with a flurry of fists that was actually lifting Ayanami off the ground with the force and speed of his blows. “ATOH!” PR cried out, finish the onslaught with one final punch in the gut, launching Ayanami higher into the air. “Hokuto Hyakuretsu Ken! (The Hundred Crack Fist of the North Star!)” PR stated, signaling the completion of his attack. Ayanami fell to the ground with a resounding ‘boom’ and the village would have cried in joy; but they were all fucking dead because PR was a lazy asshole. “That’s Hokuto Shin-Ken!” PZ exclaimed, stammering and sweating profusely. Hokuto Shin-Ken! A 2000 year old ancient assassination technique handed down to one successor per generation! It focuses on challenging all of the martial artist’s strength into pressing any of the 708 pressure points on the body, causing various effects that inevitably lead up to the victim exploding like a water balloon! “Look out!” PZ yelled, as a shadow overtook PR as Ayanami’s ‘loli’ body rose up. “HOLY SHIT THAT WAS HOKUTO SHIN-KEN AND IT IS USED BY PRESSING A PRESSURE POINT AND…” “LISTEN IF I WANTED A FUCKING GUIDE ON HOW TO USE HOKUTO SHIN-KEN, I WOULDVE GONE AND LOOKED IT UP MYSELF.” PR raged, cutting Ayanami off. “OH WAIT, I DON’T NEED ONE, I’M THE FUCKING SUCCESSOR!” Ayanami screamed something unintelligible and tried to hit PR one last time, but stopped as a shockwave of pain coursed through… its arm and eventually throughout its body. “You are already dead,” PR said in a flat, imposing voice. He was somehow dressed again, which didn’t make any fucking sense because he hadn’t brought any spares and nobody bothered to make him clothes again because uh, everybody was fucking dead. “Impossible!” Ayanami screamed, stumbling off. “Okay, I’m gonna leave FEFF for real this time but I will probably be back later to completely ruin anything that is good and holy like Persona 4 probably!” But it was too late, PR had already struck a pressure point and Ayanami’s body suddenly began to bulge and expand. His head grew larger and larger, abruptly and violently exploding in a shower of blood. “This world needs a style like mine to bring it back to order,” PR said gravely to PZ. “That is why they call me the End of Century Savior, the man who will rescue this world with the invincible Hokuto Shin-Ken.” “Dude it’s not even close to the end of the century why the fuck do they call you that bro?” “Uh… End of Decade Savior is what I meant…” “Dude man, the year like just fucking started I’m not sure what you’re talking about, I think I liked you better when you were funny and not being serious.” And so PR and PZ walked off like bros and headed towards the south, where PR said he had some important business to take care of but wouldn’t tell PZ what exactly it was. And all the while, in a really big fucking city that couldn’t have possibly been built so quickly after the nuclear war; a giant penis sat on a throne, laughing as he thought of ways to try and kill PR. Edited by K', Jan 5 2009, 05:54 PM.
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