Trust me, you'd know if I owned Capcom, believe you me.
Also I don't own that class film legend "Enter the Dragon", I did however see it on TV last night.
All other characters (which at this point tally in as [deep breath] John D/Joe Dante, CD, Pathsure, Flashpoint and Deusplasm the mystic blood of the gods [wheeze])are owned by me.
No fighting in this one, just answering the load of questions that part one threw up (namely just who the hell is John D.?)
Brave or Grave (Revised)
Flash69
Pt2
John was already on his twelfth cigarette, and they were barely out of Columbia. CD looked at the Aerophobic Street fighter for a second before shaking his head once again in disbelief and returning to his magazine. 'Still, at least his using a hand for something other than to make grooves in the seats.' He thought.
Then he remembered something.
"Uh John, you can't smoke on the plane, remember?"
John gave him just gave him a dirty look.
"Hey don't go all 'enter the dragon' on me, just put them out."
He did nothing. CD was about to get up and do it himself when he looked at what he was holding in his left hand.
Now a little bit red in the face CD stubbed out his cigar and asked John again.
Only to find that he'd already stubbed his cigarette out.
John realized that CD had forgotten to give him info about his next fight. All he had was a first name and an alleged preference for Chi based attacks. As for special moves, John didn't want to risk aggravating his condition by using any form of soul based power.
John was not a religious man, because it's hard to have faith in a god who you know can make mistakes.
John didn't worship this god, but he did know that this god did exist.
Confused? Let me explain, but make sure your sitting comfortably first, this may take a while.
There is a god called Pathsure, he's not very famous or powerful, in fact he is often referred to as a Demi-god. Although obscure, Pathsure is nevertheless a god of heroes. Like most gods however sunning it up in Olympus or heaven or wherever gods go can get a little boring, especially to a god like Pathsure. So he decided he wanted an Avatar, a mortal shell for him to inhabit. So he had a look around and did something that John wasn't sure if he was thankful for or not. He made an avatar out of dead people. In fact Pathsure still making avatars like that, choosing people who have no other choice.
He took two people that had died during a military ambush, and unable to choose which one to resurrect he merged the two of them together into a single being, which he called Flashpoint. He then inhabited the body and went off to live the life of high sails and adventure.
Unfortunately he had made a mistake.
Two people don't go into one, when he created Flashpoint, he also created John Dante, created from the other halves of Pathures selection. This might have been fine had things stayed the same. But Pathsure began to empower Flashpoint with powers divine, and what happened to Flashpoint would happen to John in turn, this is where the trouble started.
Flashpoint had a god used to such power acting as his soul, John Dante however had a weak human soul and under the immense weight of this divine power, it twisted and shattered. It became dark and sadistic, and as his soul began to corrupt so did his body, it became hunched,grew pointed teeth and along his fingers were giant metal claws where the nails should be. This demons name was simply Joe Dante.
The demon promptly went on a rampage of blood and destruction across the country and left a trail of death half a mile wide in his wake, infuriated by his own existence as a mistake.
Joe Dante was eventually defeated, on the top of a speeding train by Flashpoint. This defeat confused the human soul into believing that it had been killed and it momentarily left the body, this was the one chance Johns sane mind had been waiting for. He retook control over his own body leaving his soul to hammer at the locked gates of his mind.
And when John sleeps he can still hear Joe outside, screaming his own name.
John exhaled, as he woke up, the cries of his soul still echoing in his mind. He didn't mind them as much as he used to anymore, but they still perturbed him with tales of what his own hands had done. He checked his watch; he had slept for about two hours. He still had a long time to go before he got to Japan. He noticed that CD had kindly been able to find a picture of his next opponent. It showed a girl who was barely into her teens, wearing a Sailor girl outfit that seemed to be somehow popular in Japan, and a white headband. It was probably old, as no one fights in these circuits when they're that young. John shuffled to the side and looked out the window, the outside was blue with small wispish clouds. It should be a nice day John thinks. He turns back into his seat and looks at his calloused hands, ruddy instruments that he uses in such a violent fashion, he looks at them again, he can almost see the power in them that he could unlock without the help of a soul, but it remains just out of his comprehension.John sighs the sigh of a man consigned to his fate and leans over and goes back to sleep, that, and his own private demons.
Ah ha! Revised this chapter! Nothing makes you realise youve made a horrible mistake like publishing it first! Did you like? If so, tell me why! Okay, I know maybe I didn't answer all of the questions, but that's mainly because not even I know why Johns afraid of flying. And I'm the freakin' Author!
Adios Amigos!
Flash69
Also I don't own that class film legend "Enter the Dragon", I did however see it on TV last night.
All other characters (which at this point tally in as [deep breath] John D/Joe Dante, CD, Pathsure, Flashpoint and Deusplasm the mystic blood of the gods [wheeze])are owned by me.
No fighting in this one, just answering the load of questions that part one threw up (namely just who the hell is John D.?)
Brave or Grave (Revised)
Flash69
Pt2
John was already on his twelfth cigarette, and they were barely out of Columbia. CD looked at the Aerophobic Street fighter for a second before shaking his head once again in disbelief and returning to his magazine. 'Still, at least his using a hand for something other than to make grooves in the seats.' He thought.
Then he remembered something.
"Uh John, you can't smoke on the plane, remember?"
John gave him just gave him a dirty look.
"Hey don't go all 'enter the dragon' on me, just put them out."
He did nothing. CD was about to get up and do it himself when he looked at what he was holding in his left hand.
Now a little bit red in the face CD stubbed out his cigar and asked John again.
Only to find that he'd already stubbed his cigarette out.
John realized that CD had forgotten to give him info about his next fight. All he had was a first name and an alleged preference for Chi based attacks. As for special moves, John didn't want to risk aggravating his condition by using any form of soul based power.
John was not a religious man, because it's hard to have faith in a god who you know can make mistakes.
John didn't worship this god, but he did know that this god did exist.
Confused? Let me explain, but make sure your sitting comfortably first, this may take a while.
There is a god called Pathsure, he's not very famous or powerful, in fact he is often referred to as a Demi-god. Although obscure, Pathsure is nevertheless a god of heroes. Like most gods however sunning it up in Olympus or heaven or wherever gods go can get a little boring, especially to a god like Pathsure. So he decided he wanted an Avatar, a mortal shell for him to inhabit. So he had a look around and did something that John wasn't sure if he was thankful for or not. He made an avatar out of dead people. In fact Pathsure still making avatars like that, choosing people who have no other choice.
He took two people that had died during a military ambush, and unable to choose which one to resurrect he merged the two of them together into a single being, which he called Flashpoint. He then inhabited the body and went off to live the life of high sails and adventure.
Unfortunately he had made a mistake.
Two people don't go into one, when he created Flashpoint, he also created John Dante, created from the other halves of Pathures selection. This might have been fine had things stayed the same. But Pathsure began to empower Flashpoint with powers divine, and what happened to Flashpoint would happen to John in turn, this is where the trouble started.
Flashpoint had a god used to such power acting as his soul, John Dante however had a weak human soul and under the immense weight of this divine power, it twisted and shattered. It became dark and sadistic, and as his soul began to corrupt so did his body, it became hunched,grew pointed teeth and along his fingers were giant metal claws where the nails should be. This demons name was simply Joe Dante.
The demon promptly went on a rampage of blood and destruction across the country and left a trail of death half a mile wide in his wake, infuriated by his own existence as a mistake.
Joe Dante was eventually defeated, on the top of a speeding train by Flashpoint. This defeat confused the human soul into believing that it had been killed and it momentarily left the body, this was the one chance Johns sane mind had been waiting for. He retook control over his own body leaving his soul to hammer at the locked gates of his mind.
And when John sleeps he can still hear Joe outside, screaming his own name.
John exhaled, as he woke up, the cries of his soul still echoing in his mind. He didn't mind them as much as he used to anymore, but they still perturbed him with tales of what his own hands had done. He checked his watch; he had slept for about two hours. He still had a long time to go before he got to Japan. He noticed that CD had kindly been able to find a picture of his next opponent. It showed a girl who was barely into her teens, wearing a Sailor girl outfit that seemed to be somehow popular in Japan, and a white headband. It was probably old, as no one fights in these circuits when they're that young. John shuffled to the side and looked out the window, the outside was blue with small wispish clouds. It should be a nice day John thinks. He turns back into his seat and looks at his calloused hands, ruddy instruments that he uses in such a violent fashion, he looks at them again, he can almost see the power in them that he could unlock without the help of a soul, but it remains just out of his comprehension.John sighs the sigh of a man consigned to his fate and leans over and goes back to sleep, that, and his own private demons.
Ah ha! Revised this chapter! Nothing makes you realise youve made a horrible mistake like publishing it first! Did you like? If so, tell me why! Okay, I know maybe I didn't answer all of the questions, but that's mainly because not even I know why Johns afraid of flying. And I'm the freakin' Author!
Adios Amigos!
Flash69