Mal will confirm that I showed him the bare bones of this ages ago. This is the true and original version of my fanfic that Phynx stole.
Mal also requested the musical accompaniment. Listen to this while reading:
A Tribute To Seto - The Music
He pushed fast and hard, dodging in between impossibly styled character one and token black guy two as they clashed with generic weapon one and generic weapon two. Dodging all thrusts brought unto him as he raced to breach the wall. The place where it all came from; the soul of the conflict. As he jumped the barrier and leaped over the giant bumps with ease, he pushed on, faster and faster to get to the source.
Sadly, he left his companion back at the source of what he was running from, leaving her to help fend off the warriors of evil and unholy origin. Their bodies gleaming with sweat as they held their mighty +2 endurance weapons aloft and ready. They surrounded her. He left not as a coward, but as a stallion to stop what was shadowing the village with intent of desecration. She understood this, she told him to go. She said they would look after their son and make sure he stays safe. How wrong she was. She knew she could not subdue the men all at once. Their thirst for revenge as evident as the villains' true motives.
Heavy thoughts rolled, echoing through his mind like an explosion in an echo chamber, because echoes are only prevalent in a chamber such as specially designed echo chambers for echoes. He increased his pace thanks to running down the fast-run-chamber to a speed not even his mind could ponder, his mind was pondering what was happening back with his loving woman. Tears began to roll off his eyes and were lost to the dirt as they fell, he knew they would take her, knew what they were capable of. His own mighty weapon throbbed in his hand as he ran. The wind blasting past was expelled as his aerodynamic hair cut through. He knew he had to go fast, go faster. Go fastest. He knew he had to hurry, speed it up, everything was at stake if he failed, he knew what had to be done.
Meanwhile Seto's companion continued to face the humongous crowd of evil and unholy warriors. She screamed in pain as one of the men advanced and took slashed her with his meaty weapon. Nobody in the neighbouring village tried to come to her rescue for they did not know her name and anyway she would just repeat the same things anyway. She screamed again, oh how right they were, she would be screaming all night as the warriors slashed and prodded her again and again.
Seto leaped over a final canyon and raced up a sheer cliff, pumping his arms in the air with the grace of a tigers eye. Back to where it all started. Upon arriving, he found himself on top of scene kids, they were polluting even this area now and the only way he could get rid of them was to warn them that their parents, who didn't understand them, would be here soon with "the man", ready to send them to "school". There was a strong green and red glow coming from within the cavernous space of their mouths. Their lipstick had slightly melted when they had gone down on each other causing a strange hybrid of green and red glows, reminding Seto of a traffic light on acid. He peered in and saw a sight that would send men racing back home in fear. But he was no man, he had the strength and courage to withstand such a sight. HE WAS UNDEAD. Though he didn't know it yet. Before him stood thousands of demons, ghostly figures, sultry femme folktales and orcish creatures all in formation in front of one giant demon, whom he figured was the commander of this forsaken army. It was probably also evident that the other men around him had smaller weapons than his. I mean Seto gasped when he saw the size of it. He wasn't sure he could take even a single swipe from this behemoth of a weapon. Little was Seto to know that this weapon or character would never actually do anything or ever fight him.
Without hesitation though, and the thought of his family and companions in mind (though never with names, merely in isolated generalisations), he gave a huge lunge over the edge, diving into the midst of the warriors, going down on at least three of them as he fell with a ferocious roar. The earth quaked as his massive body landed on his four giant paws. He let out a blood curdling roar, not unlike the ferocious roar but a little more hoarse after going down on the 3 men, bearing teeth and claw to strike fear in those around him, just let them try to force their weapons on him, he could take it.
They all turned on him because they were enemies or something and began to come at him with a mind of suaveness and sophistication. Their weapons raised. He wouldn't let this happen to him, he has too much to stake. He won't fail he though (though he fail he never he), he won't let them all down, those anonymous entities that have never actually been discussed but must be cared about. He began to tear into the group, lunging at throats, suckling them, slashing at head and heel to try to keep away the array of weapons berating his skin, mouth, probing, tearing chunks of flesh and leaving mortal wounds that killed their desire instantly.
He fought on against this army, taking on one, two, three, even four demons and beasts at a time with his berserk style of sex. This lasted for several hours, leaving more and more bodies of demons lying exhausted yet satisfied on the ground as he fought on. Not one could touch him unless he explicitly stated that they could, not one was able to lay weapon or cast spell of binding upon his luscious hide before he reached them with his fury.
Seto's nameless companion was not so lucky. She still screamed in the night sky, unable to push the brutes away that ravaged her slowly sweltering sultry hide.
The commanding demon saw that his army was losing breath and would not get back up for at least a couple of hours. He starting to feel fear that this creature might soon be coming after his own load. As he started to turn away, he called out a final order to his last group of distance weapons. He fled with a haste only seen by the speed of Seto running to this God forsaken place, though of course the commander did not have a speed-enhancing chamber so could only fly slightly below the speed of the wind to which echoed in that eternal echo chamber. The distance weapons obeyed without question, firing load upon load at Seto. He continued to dodge them, almost seemingly to not even notice the loads falling at him, he continued to chew and claw at the warriors of this hell. Taking them all on, engulfing and swallowing all those who stood before him.
It didn't take long after the commander's retreat for Seto to finish off a vast majority of the army that had once occupied the cavern. He was still not quenched of his thirst for revenge, a quench that may never be filled, much like a black hole (one of which he too possessed). He ripped the weapon from the final demon, leaving him quivering on the floor like a little baby, mmm baby. Seto turned his attention to the distance weapons who were still laying fire upon him. Why didn't they use Ice or Thunder, he was unaware. He was resistant to Fire. Couldn't they see that his armour exuded +50% fire shield. Their loss. He shot off, leaving a huge plume of dust and dirt as he left the spot he was standing, much like roadrunner in that comical little cartoon, if only the runner was the coyote and not the roadrunner then it would be more like Seto; running at the distance weapons with the same pace he had coming to the cavern, somehow he had extracted the power of the distance running chamber while keeping the army satiated.
Sensing his approach without their success of finishing him off, many of them fled into the back of the cave where the Commander had, hoping to participate with the commander. Seto reached the distance weapons as they were refreshing their load, perfect timing to begin his assault. He shredded the first five with a single swipe of his giant weapon. The rest he tackled over with his massive body; thrusting their limbs into other limbs, body parts scattered all over the place looking like a game of twister. He had managed to subdue every single distance weapon without a single drop landing near him.
He felt victorious, he felt he had saved his village, namely his nameless family from the terror of this army that was soon to advance upon them. This was a great time indeed. He had single handedly, permanently hindered the army's seductive advance through the canyons of this land. He ran into the cave that the commander had retreated to, seeing nothing around, not even smelling a hint of the demon who hid away in this hell hole. All he could smell was the stench of victory, it smelt like salty sea. He sensed it had vanished for good, thinking it will never come back in fear of it. It, the nameless thing, entity, what is it, who knows but Seto knows and that is all that matters, you don't matter, oh, but stained with the blood of his enemies he pondered something.
Seto ran out of the cave and bounded up (another) cliff face, apparently the locale had not been talked about yet, you see the cliff faces were everywhere and this was perfect for Seto to run up, as a child (exposition needed), upon reaching the top, to which this may really be the top, he turned around and faced the village far away. He let out a grand roar that could be heard from miles away. Villagers of Rocket Town and Goregaga even heard faint sounds of his mighty roar. There was not a weapon around that did not raise to that roar. The villagers looked at him in the distance, as they could see far far away, and cheered as they finished off the last of the demons that were plaguing their village. Warm glows emanated everywhere. He finished his cry of victory only to a horrible end. The distance weapons whom had previously fled before he could kill them were hiding in the narrow crevice below him. They pointed their loads at his hide, tipped with a secretion unknown to mere mortals, the loads wisped silently, cutting the air with a deadly stealth not even Seto's extraordinary sensed senses of sensiness could pick up on. All six loads struck his body, flooding him with secretions that would end his roar. The weapons fell limp around the world. Seto let out a cry of surprise and tried to lunge at the distance weapons. But, his body froze in place, he couldn't move, the secretions had taken over almost the instant it splattered his body, the sheer weight of the multitude of loads forcing him down, down into darkness.
He felt unimaginable pain as his body started to turn to stone from where the secretions had slithered themselves into his body. These were no normal loads, demon loads are different you see. They cause the body to turn to stone. That's why in every cartoon you ever see when a demon is with a woman he will always kill the woman after because he doesn't want yet another statue in his house. He let out a final roar that was so ferocious and thundering that it actually made all the distance weapons scream in a frenzied lust, their loads all replenishing in seconds, stopping their hearts upon their last beat, good way to go. The villagers looked in horror as they knew that wasn't a roar of victory. Seto's nameless companion raced at near the same pace Seto had, as she too had found the echo chamber of distance running chambers, managing to have had convinced the barbarians to let her go, leaving their son to them as a bargaining tool. Their weapons would wreck havoc tonight.
She arrived at Seto with tears flowing from her eyes, she knew what had happened, she arrived in time to see him drop his final tear, even though that was the speed of light, two cliff faces, and some other precipice to get there. In all actuality you may say that she was faster than Seto and maybe she should have been the one to do all this. She would have done a better job some have theorised. He said his final words "I love you Na.... na........... ki.................." She cried out in pain at losing Seto to the deadly loads which consumed the final whisker on Seto's face. Her name finally spoken the curse was lifted and she realised what a waste of time all this had been.
She cried what seemed like eons to her but after what was really a short span of time, because really she no longer cared about Seto and wouldn't waste any more time, she could hear shouts and screaming from the village. She turned to see that a final wave of enemies were striking the village with their manly weapons unsheathed. She instantly thought of Nanaki (wait, wasn't she Nanaki, she no longer remembered) and the Elder, Bugenhagen, whom she had left Nanaki with (but not her child, it was still with the barbarians. She had to see who Nanaki was). Fear shot down her like a wildfire in on a plain of dead grass, whatever that meant, perhaps it meant that it burnt her to a fiery crisp, perhaps it meant she had upset a few delicate noses, anyway, wind blowing it (ahh, delicate noses) swiftly across the fields. She set off for the village, running up behind the enemies to flank them and to try to gain the advantage on them. How else would she win you see.
She arrived at the platoon of demons, pleasing several as she leaped into the group, each hole taking a weapon. She fought with all her strength, killing as many as Seto did at a time. But sadly, she had her mind too much on Nanaki, thinking too much of who exactly this person was, she forgot her own mind or something, she couldn't tell in the confusion. One of the demons, larger in size than most of the demons, also of wicked shape, tore completely into her right up to her chest. The demon yanked his weapon out of her, after taking her with flesh and hard bone. She was dealt her final breath as she lay there dying along with the demons. Remember that if he doesn't kill her he has another statue to take care of, no self-respecting demon wants that.
Nanaki seen (saw) from atop the canyon where Bugenhagen (german hagen) had left him at his house. He had not seen or heard of what happened to his father, he only believed he had ran away from the fight out of fear. He cried out for his mother, cursing his fathers name. He knew not of Seto or his companion. He was completely oblivious to the story that had happened. He cared more for his actual parents, meow. Shortly after, the orgy ended, the last of the demons sated by the villagers that remained.
They recovered Seto's nameless companion from the mess and honored her with a grand burial ceremony befitting a nameless character, namely that they threw her in an open ditch and laughed at how they had all gained a level and yet still wouldn't resurrect her. They stole her armour. Sending her spirit off with Seto's knowing that whoever Nanaki was would be safe and that everything will be right again one day. Except for their baby who had been completely obliterated and lay in 4 pieces around the orgyfield.
Nanaki cried for many days, nobody knew why. Nobody cared. One day the heavens spoke out and told him that his story had never been told, that he was only a bit character that he would never amount to anything. His weapons would never be caressed. He would forever remain an unknown entity much like whoever this Nanaki was.
"One day you'll understand my boy..."
Nanaki didn't understand but to get out of this horrible circle of writing he uttered the only two words that would end this pitiful mess:
"I will..."
Mal also requested the musical accompaniment. Listen to this while reading:
A Tribute To Seto - The Music
He pushed fast and hard, dodging in between impossibly styled character one and token black guy two as they clashed with generic weapon one and generic weapon two. Dodging all thrusts brought unto him as he raced to breach the wall. The place where it all came from; the soul of the conflict. As he jumped the barrier and leaped over the giant bumps with ease, he pushed on, faster and faster to get to the source.
Sadly, he left his companion back at the source of what he was running from, leaving her to help fend off the warriors of evil and unholy origin. Their bodies gleaming with sweat as they held their mighty +2 endurance weapons aloft and ready. They surrounded her. He left not as a coward, but as a stallion to stop what was shadowing the village with intent of desecration. She understood this, she told him to go. She said they would look after their son and make sure he stays safe. How wrong she was. She knew she could not subdue the men all at once. Their thirst for revenge as evident as the villains' true motives.
Heavy thoughts rolled, echoing through his mind like an explosion in an echo chamber, because echoes are only prevalent in a chamber such as specially designed echo chambers for echoes. He increased his pace thanks to running down the fast-run-chamber to a speed not even his mind could ponder, his mind was pondering what was happening back with his loving woman. Tears began to roll off his eyes and were lost to the dirt as they fell, he knew they would take her, knew what they were capable of. His own mighty weapon throbbed in his hand as he ran. The wind blasting past was expelled as his aerodynamic hair cut through. He knew he had to go fast, go faster. Go fastest. He knew he had to hurry, speed it up, everything was at stake if he failed, he knew what had to be done.
Meanwhile Seto's companion continued to face the humongous crowd of evil and unholy warriors. She screamed in pain as one of the men advanced and took slashed her with his meaty weapon. Nobody in the neighbouring village tried to come to her rescue for they did not know her name and anyway she would just repeat the same things anyway. She screamed again, oh how right they were, she would be screaming all night as the warriors slashed and prodded her again and again.
Seto leaped over a final canyon and raced up a sheer cliff, pumping his arms in the air with the grace of a tigers eye. Back to where it all started. Upon arriving, he found himself on top of scene kids, they were polluting even this area now and the only way he could get rid of them was to warn them that their parents, who didn't understand them, would be here soon with "the man", ready to send them to "school". There was a strong green and red glow coming from within the cavernous space of their mouths. Their lipstick had slightly melted when they had gone down on each other causing a strange hybrid of green and red glows, reminding Seto of a traffic light on acid. He peered in and saw a sight that would send men racing back home in fear. But he was no man, he had the strength and courage to withstand such a sight. HE WAS UNDEAD. Though he didn't know it yet. Before him stood thousands of demons, ghostly figures, sultry femme folktales and orcish creatures all in formation in front of one giant demon, whom he figured was the commander of this forsaken army. It was probably also evident that the other men around him had smaller weapons than his. I mean Seto gasped when he saw the size of it. He wasn't sure he could take even a single swipe from this behemoth of a weapon. Little was Seto to know that this weapon or character would never actually do anything or ever fight him.
Without hesitation though, and the thought of his family and companions in mind (though never with names, merely in isolated generalisations), he gave a huge lunge over the edge, diving into the midst of the warriors, going down on at least three of them as he fell with a ferocious roar. The earth quaked as his massive body landed on his four giant paws. He let out a blood curdling roar, not unlike the ferocious roar but a little more hoarse after going down on the 3 men, bearing teeth and claw to strike fear in those around him, just let them try to force their weapons on him, he could take it.
They all turned on him because they were enemies or something and began to come at him with a mind of suaveness and sophistication. Their weapons raised. He wouldn't let this happen to him, he has too much to stake. He won't fail he though (though he fail he never he), he won't let them all down, those anonymous entities that have never actually been discussed but must be cared about. He began to tear into the group, lunging at throats, suckling them, slashing at head and heel to try to keep away the array of weapons berating his skin, mouth, probing, tearing chunks of flesh and leaving mortal wounds that killed their desire instantly.
He fought on against this army, taking on one, two, three, even four demons and beasts at a time with his berserk style of sex. This lasted for several hours, leaving more and more bodies of demons lying exhausted yet satisfied on the ground as he fought on. Not one could touch him unless he explicitly stated that they could, not one was able to lay weapon or cast spell of binding upon his luscious hide before he reached them with his fury.
Seto's nameless companion was not so lucky. She still screamed in the night sky, unable to push the brutes away that ravaged her slowly sweltering sultry hide.
The commanding demon saw that his army was losing breath and would not get back up for at least a couple of hours. He starting to feel fear that this creature might soon be coming after his own load. As he started to turn away, he called out a final order to his last group of distance weapons. He fled with a haste only seen by the speed of Seto running to this God forsaken place, though of course the commander did not have a speed-enhancing chamber so could only fly slightly below the speed of the wind to which echoed in that eternal echo chamber. The distance weapons obeyed without question, firing load upon load at Seto. He continued to dodge them, almost seemingly to not even notice the loads falling at him, he continued to chew and claw at the warriors of this hell. Taking them all on, engulfing and swallowing all those who stood before him.
It didn't take long after the commander's retreat for Seto to finish off a vast majority of the army that had once occupied the cavern. He was still not quenched of his thirst for revenge, a quench that may never be filled, much like a black hole (one of which he too possessed). He ripped the weapon from the final demon, leaving him quivering on the floor like a little baby, mmm baby. Seto turned his attention to the distance weapons who were still laying fire upon him. Why didn't they use Ice or Thunder, he was unaware. He was resistant to Fire. Couldn't they see that his armour exuded +50% fire shield. Their loss. He shot off, leaving a huge plume of dust and dirt as he left the spot he was standing, much like roadrunner in that comical little cartoon, if only the runner was the coyote and not the roadrunner then it would be more like Seto; running at the distance weapons with the same pace he had coming to the cavern, somehow he had extracted the power of the distance running chamber while keeping the army satiated.
Sensing his approach without their success of finishing him off, many of them fled into the back of the cave where the Commander had, hoping to participate with the commander. Seto reached the distance weapons as they were refreshing their load, perfect timing to begin his assault. He shredded the first five with a single swipe of his giant weapon. The rest he tackled over with his massive body; thrusting their limbs into other limbs, body parts scattered all over the place looking like a game of twister. He had managed to subdue every single distance weapon without a single drop landing near him.
He felt victorious, he felt he had saved his village, namely his nameless family from the terror of this army that was soon to advance upon them. This was a great time indeed. He had single handedly, permanently hindered the army's seductive advance through the canyons of this land. He ran into the cave that the commander had retreated to, seeing nothing around, not even smelling a hint of the demon who hid away in this hell hole. All he could smell was the stench of victory, it smelt like salty sea. He sensed it had vanished for good, thinking it will never come back in fear of it. It, the nameless thing, entity, what is it, who knows but Seto knows and that is all that matters, you don't matter, oh, but stained with the blood of his enemies he pondered something.
Seto ran out of the cave and bounded up (another) cliff face, apparently the locale had not been talked about yet, you see the cliff faces were everywhere and this was perfect for Seto to run up, as a child (exposition needed), upon reaching the top, to which this may really be the top, he turned around and faced the village far away. He let out a grand roar that could be heard from miles away. Villagers of Rocket Town and Goregaga even heard faint sounds of his mighty roar. There was not a weapon around that did not raise to that roar. The villagers looked at him in the distance, as they could see far far away, and cheered as they finished off the last of the demons that were plaguing their village. Warm glows emanated everywhere. He finished his cry of victory only to a horrible end. The distance weapons whom had previously fled before he could kill them were hiding in the narrow crevice below him. They pointed their loads at his hide, tipped with a secretion unknown to mere mortals, the loads wisped silently, cutting the air with a deadly stealth not even Seto's extraordinary sensed senses of sensiness could pick up on. All six loads struck his body, flooding him with secretions that would end his roar. The weapons fell limp around the world. Seto let out a cry of surprise and tried to lunge at the distance weapons. But, his body froze in place, he couldn't move, the secretions had taken over almost the instant it splattered his body, the sheer weight of the multitude of loads forcing him down, down into darkness.
He felt unimaginable pain as his body started to turn to stone from where the secretions had slithered themselves into his body. These were no normal loads, demon loads are different you see. They cause the body to turn to stone. That's why in every cartoon you ever see when a demon is with a woman he will always kill the woman after because he doesn't want yet another statue in his house. He let out a final roar that was so ferocious and thundering that it actually made all the distance weapons scream in a frenzied lust, their loads all replenishing in seconds, stopping their hearts upon their last beat, good way to go. The villagers looked in horror as they knew that wasn't a roar of victory. Seto's nameless companion raced at near the same pace Seto had, as she too had found the echo chamber of distance running chambers, managing to have had convinced the barbarians to let her go, leaving their son to them as a bargaining tool. Their weapons would wreck havoc tonight.
She arrived at Seto with tears flowing from her eyes, she knew what had happened, she arrived in time to see him drop his final tear, even though that was the speed of light, two cliff faces, and some other precipice to get there. In all actuality you may say that she was faster than Seto and maybe she should have been the one to do all this. She would have done a better job some have theorised. He said his final words "I love you Na.... na........... ki.................." She cried out in pain at losing Seto to the deadly loads which consumed the final whisker on Seto's face. Her name finally spoken the curse was lifted and she realised what a waste of time all this had been.
She cried what seemed like eons to her but after what was really a short span of time, because really she no longer cared about Seto and wouldn't waste any more time, she could hear shouts and screaming from the village. She turned to see that a final wave of enemies were striking the village with their manly weapons unsheathed. She instantly thought of Nanaki (wait, wasn't she Nanaki, she no longer remembered) and the Elder, Bugenhagen, whom she had left Nanaki with (but not her child, it was still with the barbarians. She had to see who Nanaki was). Fear shot down her like a wildfire in on a plain of dead grass, whatever that meant, perhaps it meant that it burnt her to a fiery crisp, perhaps it meant she had upset a few delicate noses, anyway, wind blowing it (ahh, delicate noses) swiftly across the fields. She set off for the village, running up behind the enemies to flank them and to try to gain the advantage on them. How else would she win you see.
She arrived at the platoon of demons, pleasing several as she leaped into the group, each hole taking a weapon. She fought with all her strength, killing as many as Seto did at a time. But sadly, she had her mind too much on Nanaki, thinking too much of who exactly this person was, she forgot her own mind or something, she couldn't tell in the confusion. One of the demons, larger in size than most of the demons, also of wicked shape, tore completely into her right up to her chest. The demon yanked his weapon out of her, after taking her with flesh and hard bone. She was dealt her final breath as she lay there dying along with the demons. Remember that if he doesn't kill her he has another statue to take care of, no self-respecting demon wants that.
Nanaki seen (saw) from atop the canyon where Bugenhagen (german hagen) had left him at his house. He had not seen or heard of what happened to his father, he only believed he had ran away from the fight out of fear. He cried out for his mother, cursing his fathers name. He knew not of Seto or his companion. He was completely oblivious to the story that had happened. He cared more for his actual parents, meow. Shortly after, the orgy ended, the last of the demons sated by the villagers that remained.
They recovered Seto's nameless companion from the mess and honored her with a grand burial ceremony befitting a nameless character, namely that they threw her in an open ditch and laughed at how they had all gained a level and yet still wouldn't resurrect her. They stole her armour. Sending her spirit off with Seto's knowing that whoever Nanaki was would be safe and that everything will be right again one day. Except for their baby who had been completely obliterated and lay in 4 pieces around the orgyfield.
Nanaki cried for many days, nobody knew why. Nobody cared. One day the heavens spoke out and told him that his story had never been told, that he was only a bit character that he would never amount to anything. His weapons would never be caressed. He would forever remain an unknown entity much like whoever this Nanaki was.
"One day you'll understand my boy..."
Nanaki didn't understand but to get out of this horrible circle of writing he uttered the only two words that would end this pitiful mess:
"I will..."
I see what you did har.
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