Aurora Moon
My challenge!

Comic name:
Vampire phantasm
Challenge: Clubs (any kind), Mexicans and one crazy man.
Characters: Any!

I figure my challenge should spurn out some amusing fan fiction :D

http://www.drunkduck.com/Vampire_Phantasm/

Oh boy, this is going to be good I can tell. :lol:



...if anyone does it of course. :?

grrr.

what, my challenge was too hard? come on people, you have it in you I know it.

at this rate, I may be just forced to write this thing myself! :x

....Well it is your challenge Aurora, you should have a go at it ^_^
I myself have been supremely busy of late and still am...
But when I get a moment, (if I get one), I’ll be putting up a story!

Ok, here's my story. It's a bit strong for younger readers. There's blood, guts and the suggestion of very impropper things.
-new rule: if you post a challenge, you have to write an entry!


Orlock sat brooding in the darkened hall. The atmosphere was hot and airless. He felt his anger slowly build as he regarded with half closed eyes the single girl amidst the semicircle of khaki clad boys sitting cross legged in front of his chair…
It hadn’t been his decision to take his scout group to Tijuana. Jack, the lead boy, had saved up the labels on his Coke bottles and won them all a free holiday. Orlock had felt obligated to go, Jack was special to him. Like many scout masters his relationship with his boys was somewhat “special”. And so of they all went on their wild holiday to Mexico. They’d been here for a week now, touring around all the fun places, getting terribly drunk, watching several “interesting” performances in the local clubs, getting sick, gambling, and visiting houses of ill-repute, -Orlock wasn’t a good scout master, but it was the only job he found that he could enjoy after they’d thrown him out of the priesthood…

He’d given the boys a lot of leeway and he’d enjoyed himself as much as they seemed to, but this was too much. Jack had brought a girl to join the scout club!
No girls are allowed. Really, Jack knew this. What is he playing at? Thought Orlock

“Mr Orlock sir, she wants to join the troop and come back home with us. Please sir, will you let her?”

Did Jack take him for a fool? He could see the furtive glances that passed between them. There’s more to this… Orlock could feel his hold over Jack slipping away. What is this “Jill” to him?


“Don’t worry Jill” Whispered Jack. "When you’ve joined the troop you can come back with us, away from here."

“Are you sure?” Jill whispered back in a quiet, frightened voice.

Just as Jack was about to reassure her again, the door to the hall burst open, letting in a flood of angry men. They were calling out things in Spanish and bustling and rounding up the boys. Their leader, a dark man with a gold tooth, thick black handlebar moustache, wide brimmed sombrero, colourful poncho, bandoliers across his chest full of bullets, (and other cultural clichés) started screaming at the top of his voice.
“I am Seeeenior Stereotype and you have stolen sometheeeng from us you Greeengo scum!!!!!”
He punctuated the exclamation marks by firing his pistols into the ceiling 5 times.
“You took our leeeetle mamacita. How are we to do the show without out leetle mamcita?” He snarled menacingly.
“!!!!!!! Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang.” He’d stared by firing his pistols again, but ran out of bullets after the last exclamation point and had the shout the rest…
Pausing to reload his revolvers from his bandoliers, the cartoon bandito leered at the cowering boys around him and the pretty, long haired Orlock.
“Maybeee I don’t neeed her? Maybeee you preeetteee gringos take her place, huh?” He spat on the floor then licked his lips lasciviously.

Orlock Stared him down impassively. What does this fool think he’s playing at? He thought, as his red eyes seemed to glow.

The cartoon bandito started to feel nervous. This skinny little white haired gringo was not reacting properly. He should be wetting himself by now, begging, pleading! He shuffled his feet and shot in the air a couple more times.

After the last shot Orlock’s moved like lightning. Faster than the eye could see he was across the room next to the bandito. Slowing down momentarily for the bandito to catch a glimpse of his fate, Orlock grabbed the man’s arms and tore them out of their sockets. As the man stood their staring dumbly and spaying blood from the bloody holes at his shoulders, Orlock whirled him around so that blood splattered all over the room like some kind of macabre sprinkler. The man collapsed in shock and Orlock immediately pounced on him, eviscerating the poor bastard with his bare fingers, throwing intestines and organs all over the room.
The sounds of the screaming, crying scouts were drowned out by the horrified bellows of the man’s erstwhile companions. As one they struggle into a heaving bloody mass as they attempt to escape by the door, but a the crush is too great and the egress is blocked.
When Orlock had run out of organs to throw, his attention turned to the frightened mob. The bloodlust was on him now and he plunged into them unthinkingly, gouging and tearing…

Meanwhile Jack and Jill were well on their way up the hill. Jack had taken advantage of the initial hubbub caused by the bandit’s entrance to dive behind Orlock’s chair with Jill, and as the firing began they were already scrambling out a back window unnoticed.

“I told you I’d take you away from here Jill!” Jack said urgently, a little out of breath –it was a long way to the top of the hill.

“I know Jack. I don’t know how to thank you. But we aren’t safe yet.” She said as they finally reached the summit of the hill. “I just need a to fetch a pale of water”

They walked over to the little pool of water there on the rocky hill, but as he stepped close, Jack slipped and fell. He went down hard, his right shoulder hit the ground and then he began to roll down the steep slope on the other side of the hill, bouncing and jolting over the rough surface. His head hit a rock with a sickening thud. Jill could only stare in horror. She could tell that he’d broken his crown.
Foolishly she hadn’t been paying attention to her own situation. While watching Jack’s terrible plunge, she’d been slowly leaning out to get a better view. Now she leaned too far and in the next second she was following Jack’s progress: Tumbling after.

Hehe, oh man that was great. XD All of it, so silly. :-D ...and of course no silly VP spoof is complete without a Jack and Jill joke. :lol:

Glad you liked it Sarah! ^_^
These spoofs are fun to do, they exersize the writing muscles a little bit.

I was actually trying to work on my story some, but lately I've been doing homework.. I'm learning how to use 3d progams to create artstic pictures... I signed up for that thinking it'd be fun. it's more diffcult than it looks.. :?

so when I'm not quite so busy, I'll try to refine my story and then post it too!

i'm working on a story....... its not bad.....

I may be a newbie here, but I couldn't pass up the chance to try this challenge. I could've made this much longer, but I decided to keep it within 1,000 words. So here is the slightly musical VP fanfic. Enjoy.

It was supposed to be a simple task for Topaz.

He was just supposed to search through this now hollowed hardware store and look for some duct tape. He was a little nicked at being assigned such a meaningless task, but he went along with it, lest he incur the wrath of Jack for some stupid reason.

Suddenly, he heard the noise of…Latin music?

He walked outside into the abandoned parking lot of the hardware store, completely darkened except for the moonlight, as there was no power to feed the streetlights.

The music got louder as he walked towards the source. Suddenly, he heard the voices of men arguing.

“Dammit Jose! Did you put The Club™ on the steering wheel again!”
“Si, Senor Blade!”
“Why did you do that? What if we have to make a fast getaway?”
“Well, the vampires won’t steal the truck at least!”
“Why would they steal the truck? They could run half as fast as thing goes, and some can fly!”
“Wait, there he is!” The man named “Senor Blade” shouted, unsheathing a rapier and pointing at Topaz.

“Who are you?” Topaz cocked an eyebrow at this strange man.

“You ask my name, vile servant of the darkness? You ask who I am? Jose, Martin, Esteban, George, tell this creature who I am before I bring him before his maker!” Senor Blade made a pair of whipping motions with his rapier, the silver reflecting the moonlight off the blade.

“Who is this man, you ask?
Who is this glorious hero?
The conquistador of carnage?
The destroyer of demons?
He is the one, the only…Senor Blade!”

The mariachi with a guitar started strumming a couple of chords on his strings, soon followed by the one with a trombone, and then one with maracas.

Chorus:
Sen-yor Blade, Sen-yor Blade,
Hunts demons by night, fights for love by day.
Who faces the darkness, and spits in its face?
Senor Blade! Senor Blade!

Topaz couldn’t help but laugh, “You people aren’t serious, are you?”

“Shhhh, listen to the music, it shall be a fitting background for your death, vampire.” With that, Senor Blade charged forward with his silver rapier, the vampire barely dodging the strokes, as the mariachi band continued to sing.

Born and raised, in Mexico,
Just before the rise of the vampire (vampire!)
There just stood, a little boy,
And what was his name? *pause* Senor Blade!

(chorus)

Then came the day, of the tragedy,
The same one that has sent mis amigos to their graves!

Topaz tried to grab the man’s arm and disarm him, but Senor Blade spun around and poked him twice with his silver rapier. What the Hell? He’s as fast as I am! How is that possible?

…But one little child, vowed to make them pay!
(Who?) Senor Blade! (Who?) Senor Blade!

(chorus)

One day he was bitten by Dracula himself,
We were all afraid that he was far from help,
But with God’s sweet grace he had a new name,
One that has showered him with all of our fame!
Senor Blade! Senor Blade!

(chorus)

The mariachi on the guitar kept strumming while the other two stopped playing their instruments and kept repeating “Senor Blade!” In hushed voices. Meanwhile, Senor Blade himself was getting awfully close to hitting him with his silver rapier. How could a human move so fast?

As the two mariachis repeated “Senor Blade” in hushed tones, the lead mariachi lowered his voice to normal volume while the man on the guitar kept on playing.

Face it vampire, your day is through!
Your mortal soul has come unglued,
And now your body, shall join it too,
With the rest of you! (Senor Blade!)

He has the speed of a vampire,
The strength of one too!
He can go across a river without a canoe!
(Don’t you mean a coffin?) Indeed I do!
Senor Blade! Senor Blade!

The man playing the guitar stopped, while the man on the trombone resumed playing. The guitar strummer then gave voice to his own solo.

Now the time has come, to say goodbye,
In heaven you’ll float, or in hell you’ll fry,
Which one will you go to?
What virtues have you denied?

Senor Blade, the champion of light!
He has accepted your challenge
And he shall win this fight!
Cower, puny vampire, under his might!
Senor Blade, Senor Blade!

The three mariachis then broke out once more into their chorus as they each went back to playing their instruments. The vampire felt himself being pushed backwards against the truck, the rapier making small cuts along his arms, and a couple wide scratches across his stomach. The cuts weren’t healing as fast as they should’ve been, and Topaz was losing blood.

“Senor vampire! You are muy fast!” Senor Blade shouted, “But I am afraid this dance has gone on too long! It is time to end it!” As Senor Blade prepared for one final strike at his throat, Topaz realized he had one option left…
______________

Jack let out a huge laugh, “C’mon, mariachis? Senor Blade? Nice story, If you didn’t want to help fix that crack in the house, why didn’t you just say so?”

“Dammit, I knew you wouldn’t believe me!” Topaz shouted back, “You’re not gonna be smiling when Senor Blade looks for revenge after I bit the head off one of his mariachis!”

“Pfft, yeah right. What, is he gonna dance fight me to death?” Suddenly, the sound of Latin dance music came from outside the room. As Jack walked downstairs and Topaz disgusted at the thought of those mariachis showing up again.

As they walked downstairs, the saw Jill pushing the buttons on an old stereo. Turning to Topaz, she said, “I just wondered if the CD player still worked. You okay Topaz?”

Topaz opened his mouth to say something, then thought better of it and walked away. “First chance I get, I’m burning that stereo,” he muttered.

Very musical!!!!!!!!!!!!! THat was great Tracer :-D

Unfountely, it looks like I won't be able to fhinsh the story I was trying to work on.
I got too much on my plate as it is... I'm spending half my time to learn how to use varous 3d progams for my classes, learning about cartoon animation using cels, and also one more class that has to do with art using paints.
plus.... there's all that easter hoilday shit where I gonna spend time with my family and eat lots of honey glazed ham and eggs.

sorry, but it looks like I won't be able to summit a story for this challegne. heck, I can't even find the time to work on my webcomic, which depresses me. :cry:

Fair enough Aurora, but next time ok?

Challenge ended.