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 Posted: Tue Jun 26, 2007 8:43 pm
The Demonic Isolation Precinct Super Human Institute Tower... or just The DIPSHIT for short... is the place where the Army keeps all paranormal or super-human projects. Loads of projects have been planned at this very tower. The tower is huge, it is over 1,000 stories high with over 2,098,304,893,467 rooms inside. The DIPSHIT is well-hidden though and every day normal people and even some super-heroes for that matter, walk by the tower everyday without noticing it, thinking it is some monsterous place where they keep insane people. Even if you were to go into the place, the secretary there would insist upon you leaving at once unless you are insane... for they only permit "insane people" into this tower, (this is according to the secretary).
It is in actuality a massive tower created for the Army's various experiments. There are guards in every corner and before and after every door of this place. So good luck surviving even if you get past the female-dog of a secretary!
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Posted: Sun Sep 09, 2007 8:00 am
"How is he doing Doctor Weiss?" "His progress is amazing. I never thought we'd be able to do this. For the first time... we have finally mastered the art of reanimation... a process that was only dreamt about in books and myths. Ecard... we have done it! Mister Wyong will be so pleased...."  Jonathan Johnson woke with a start. He woke so suddenly that he fell out of the bed he had just been lying on and went down with a sickening crack. Surprisingly though, the fall hadn't hurt him. He got up and looked around, noticing for the first time it was very bright in the room he was in. He seemed to be in a bright white room with bright white furniture. He even saw a small white TV in one of the corners of the room. He looked at the pur white bed he had just been in and was surprised to see white straps attached to the bed. He looked down at himself and saw he was covered in pure white clothes. What the hell was going on? After a couple moments, Jon's eyes finally focused amazingly and he found what he was looking for. A door! He rushed over to it and grabbed to handle. He pulled and pushed at the door, but no matter what, the door wouldn't budge. Jon put his back to the door and slid down it until he was sitting on the floor. "What the hell happened to me? Where the hell am I?" Jon said to himself.
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Posted: Sun Sep 16, 2007 7:08 pm
"You're in the DIPSHIT!" a voice said and Jon jumped up with a start. A man was looking at him through the glass, talking through a microphone attached to the wall which obviously led to the room Jon was locked up in. "The DIPSHIT?" Jon questioned. "Named after the people working here I'm guessing?" "Ha..ha..." the man behind the glass laughed sarcastically. "You're file said after you became this Doctor Clean you became more of a joking man. It's too bad you couldn't be a FUNNY joking man. This world doesn't have many of them." Jon walked up to the glass and punched it as hard as he could. The wall shook, but besides that, the glass didn't even have the tiniest scatch. Jon cursed loudly and fell to the floor. "Reinforced viewing glass man! Come on... you didn't think we weren't going to take the necessary precautions now, did you?" "Who the hell are you?" Jon demanded.  The man looked about ready to answer when a beeping came through apparently to his cell phone. The man looked at the phone and then looked back at Clean. "My friends call me by many names." the man started and Jon was taken aback. Jon didn't think the man would answer who he was. "But my colleagues know me as Mister Wyong. I must leave though my friend. I have a meeting I must run. Do not worry though... I will come back. Just try not to think about anything that has happened to you lately, for you will find that you will get some very unpleasant headaches. Just a warning. See you soon." And with that the man took off, leaving Jon alone to ponder what had just happened.
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Posted: Sat Sep 22, 2007 6:34 am
Jon looked through the window in deep concentration. He got up from the floor once again and pressed his face up on the window. He could see a little viewing room on the other side with a couple couches and even a TV. His hands clenched into fists and all of a sudden, he screamed, letting all of his frustration and confusion out. He felt something slide out of his back. At first he had thought he had split open and then when he turned his head as far back as he could, he saw that he was not in half, but a vacuum cleaner was now attached to his back. "What the hell?" Jon repeated the phrase of the day. He took the hanging nozzle of the cleaner in one hand and looked down at it. He was lost in thought. He closed his eyes and tried to remember what he had done and why he was like this. "OWWWWWW!" When Jon tried to think about what had happened to him before he got here, his head started pounding. The man Mister Wyong was right. He couldn't think of what had happened before he got here. What had these people keeping him here done? Jon closed his eyes again and tried to remember and then.... BAM! Jon remembered that the secret serum he had been working on accidentally fell on him, but other than that, the rest of his life up until now was a big blank. So obviously now he knew how he got this ridiculous vacuum on his back. But what else? Then he remembered Drew and Mr. Snottsborn! What had happened to them in the time that Jon couldn't remember. What if they were dead and it was Jon's fault? He tried, again, to think back to what had happened to him after the serum fell on him. "OOOOOWWWWWWW!" Jon fell down to the ground once again, pain taking over his body. How was he going to get out of this?
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Posted: Sun Sep 30, 2007 6:55 am
Jon finally stopped trying to think about what had happened to him. He knew he wasn't gonig to get anywhere the way he was going about it. He needed answers from someone who could give it to him. Someone who knew what was going on and that idea was more impossible than just coming across the idea by thinking. He wearily picked himself up and went up to the glass. He sleepily put his head down on the glass and looked through the window. The man Mister Wyong would be back. Jon had a feeling he would. It wasn't the last Jon would see of him. Jon suddenly felt rage swell up like a balloon inside of him. Without relizing what he was doing, he put his hand up to the window, and a serum like substance shot out of his hand and with a shattering bang, broke the window completely off, pieces flying in all different directions. He was free! The door to the viewing room opened and two guards came rushing into the room. "Sound the alarm!" one said, but neither one had a chance to do anything. Jon lept up in the air and bashed one of the guards over the head. He got KOed immediately. The other guard aimed his gun at Jon and shot three shots right at him. Drew lifted his nozzle up and knocked two shots out of the way with his nozzle, but the last shot got him in the arm. Surprisingly, Jon felt nothing where he got shot and with another smack over the head with his weapon, and the other guard went sprawling to the floor. Jon had made it this far. He'd soon be free from this prison of hell.
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Posted: Fri Oct 05, 2007 6:41 am
Jon continued to run down the winding hallways of the building he was located. He saw many doors as went down the hallway. 'There must be people in all of these rooms!' Jon thought to himself as he kept walking. Finally, he saw what he was looking for. The exit! He slowed to a pace and as he reached for the door handle, it vanished and where the door had been, now stood a solid wall. "Pity... pity..." a voice from behind Jon said. Jon spun around and saw Mister Wyong, who was a lot shorter than Jon now that they were both standing with nothing in front of them. "I thought you would be a good boy. Nobody has ever broken out of their cage before." Mister Wyong continued. "Where? What? What is this place?" Jon questioned. "To me... it's my workplace, my home you could say.... to you.... my boy to you... this is hell." Mister then snapped his fingers and a tall black bald man clothed in red and equipped with two swords resting on his back and a long red pole appeared behind him. "Spaldwin... take our dear friend here to a new chamber and put guards ALL around it. He's not to escape again." With that, the tall black man named Spaldwin disappeared and reappeared right in front of Jon, pulled out a tranquilizer gun, and shot Jon right in the chest. Jon felt his body fall to the ground and started to be dragged, but that's all he felt after that....
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Posted: Fri Oct 12, 2007 10:45 am
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Posted: Sat Oct 13, 2007 7:32 am
"AHHHH!" Jon woke with a start and found himself back where he had woke last. "Damnit!" Jon cursed as he looked around and saw he was trapped once again. He looked through the window into the viewing room and saw only two gaurds perched there. The black man named Spaldwin and the mysterious Mister Wyong were nowhere to be found.
Jon laid back down on the bed he had woken from and closed his eyes. He had had such a weird dream and a long one. He had dreamt of teaming up with some man called Super Duper Broadway Man and they had went to visit some crime-boss whose name was the Politican and the Politican had helped them out in some way. In this dream though, people had continuosly called Jon by the name of Doctor Clean. It was one weird dream.
'What could it mean?' Jon thought to himself. 'Was it just a dream? Or maybe... was it... could it be... a link to my past?' Jon continued to wonder as he laid in his bed, wishing he could somehow break free of this prison.
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Posted: Sun Oct 21, 2007 12:34 pm
 The woman at the desk gave them a suspicious look but pointed to a door to her right. The pair followed her direction and pushed through the door and into a well-lit white hallway. There were more doors every few feet along both side of the hall, each labeled with "Testing Room" and a number. Spotting some guards at the end of the hall, the shape shifted Minion Two guided his partner into the nearest room. A few minutes later, there was a scream that brought the two guards running. They burst into the room and the door slammed shut behind them. Several minutes after that commotion, the guards exited the room adjusting their uniforms. "We'll have to do that at least once more," Minion Two muttered as he looked at his new ID card. "These guys don't have high enough clearance to get to our target."
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Posted: Mon Oct 22, 2007 4:45 pm
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There was activity outside the institute. He saw the man and the army-dressed woman doing... whatever as they came out of the white van. He also kept an eye on there conversation with the secretary. "Those two are up to something," he mumbled to himself. He kept a mental note to keep an eye on them, although he wasn't sure what it was he was eyeing out.
Shortly after the two had departed, Louis, in his ski mask, pulled out his gun. He created the illusion of the hard core biker he had used so often lately with a gun at the secretary's head. She screamed immediately out of shock, but the biker obviously remained speechless. She stared at him and leapt under her desk, watching. All the while, Louis hurried in, masking himself from security.
The secretary turned at the noise, but didn't see anything. When she looked back to the armed man, he was gone. Louis heard her mumble, "There's something going on."
Then, seeing that the woman and stranger entered a room, then two guards came out, Louis got a little more suspicious. Louis followed the activities of the two with a careful awe. He hadn't the slightest idea as to how to find Jon Johnson, and decided following the possible criminals ahead of him could at least point him in the right direction.
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Posted: Sat Oct 27, 2007 4:25 pm
The two undercover Minions hurried quickly down the hall, searching for a way deeper into the structure. Down around a corner, they found a door labeled "Stairs" and hurried inside. Looking up, they both took a deep breath and sighed at the spiraling upwards and out of sight. They started upwards with some gusto, but slowed down around the sixth floor. By the eleventh floor, they were dragging, and by floor number twenty, neither of them was able to move. At the twenty-second floor, they looked at each other for a moment. "Elevator?" "Yeah, sounds like a plan." Minion Two opened the door and the air instantly shifted. They stepped into a whitewashed hall filled with doors, none of which looked like an elevator. Shrugging, Minion Four grabbed the closest door and opened it. The door opened into yet another whitewashed hall, he stuck his head in and looked to the left. Seeing nothing, he looked to the right. There, at the end of the hall, he saw a pair of guards, one of whom was checking doors. The other guard noticed him. "Hey, you!" Minion Four pulled his head out of the door and looked over to his partner. They both spoke the same fateful words: "We've been spotted."
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Posted: Sat Oct 27, 2007 8:56 pm
It was only because he was so caught up in the moment that Louis found himself able to continue. He was burned out far before the two guards he was following. This was largely due to the fact that he had been disguising himself as a guard for the security cameras. And when the two other fake guards he had been following at a staircase behind stopped, Louis did too. “We’ve been spotted,” they said, and Louis thought it was him. Peering out slightly, he saw that it was actually a mirror image of the two, somehow shown without a mirror....
Louis needed the guards, though, and for them to waste time not recognizing themselves was not something he wanted to deal with. "You idiots!" He shouted, stepping out. "You are looking at yourselves!" Then he realized the mistake he could have made, and immediately used his ability to transform into the armed robber in the guards' eyes. Unfortunately it was too late. Not only had he exposed himself, but he had revealed his power. "Damnit," he muttered. After a comical pause, he withdrew his handgun and aimed it at the guards, still in the robber's form. "Alright, I know you're not guards. Who the hell are you? What the hell are you doing. I've been following you for over twenty floors, and I'm NOT in the mood to play games."
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Posted: Sat Nov 03, 2007 9:37 am
Jonathan Johnson was finally about to fall back asleep when the door to his chamber burst open and two gaurds rushed in, with the tall black man whose name was Spaldwin behind them. Spaldwin nodded at the guards and they rushed over to Jon, pointing their weapons right at his head.
"If you try to escape, you die Johnson." the guard to his left said through the intercom on his helmet.
"We got DNA reports that there is an unverifyied personal here and we have reason to believe this person might be after you!" the guard to Jon's right screamed this in his ear.
Jon was a little confused. "DNA reports?"
"Yes Mister Johnosn you heard correctly. At every door we have DNA scanners. The scanners will check the DNA of everybody who walks through any of the doors after the ground floor. If your DNA isn't programmed into the scanner, then that means I am contacted immediately!" Mister Wyong had stepped out from behind Spaldwin and was looking more menacing than ever. "Guards... I am ashamed at the way you two are treating Mister Johnson. I am sure our very valuable guest does not feel very much at home. Shame... on... you... SPALDWIN!"
Before the guards had time to react, Spaldwin unsheathed two guns, put a bullet through both the guard's heads and just as quickly as it had happened, it stopped. Mister Wyong stepped up closer to Jon and said, "I am sorry for how you were just treated Mister Johnson. We are going to move you to a more secure location right away. I don't know who these people are, but whatever life we took you from, you must be very very missed, but believe me Mister Johnson, if you do try to escape or harm either of us, you will be killed and after your dead THIS time... there is no coming back!"
Spaldwin took Jon by the arms and lead him out of his chamber, then out of the room his chamber was in, and out into the hallways. 'What can I do?' Jon found himself thinking as he was dragged to God knows where now.
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Posted: Mon Nov 05, 2007 5:31 am
"Did you hear that, Four? This little runt's not in the mood to play games." "Oh, I heard him," Minion Four grinned and was replaced by an illusion of Louis. "Who the hell are you? What the hell are you doing?" He mocked the kid with a poor impersonation of his voice. "You've got guts, kid, and right now we could use those." Minion Two laughed. "And if what you say is right...” He opened the door Four had been looking through and stepped out halfway down the hall. "Damn, that's spiffy." Minion Four dropped the illusion (though not the guard disguise) and introduced himself. "I'm Pork Barrel and that's The Representative. We're here to... 'Liberate’ someone for our boss. You're welcome to tag along if you can figure out a faster way up this wretched tower."
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Posted: Mon Nov 05, 2007 7:31 pm
It was hard to dismiss the mockery, but he took it, and he figured crying wouldn't be the best way to play this. "Have you two considered stopping a guard and using him to get you the information you're looking for? By the way, what is that information anyway?" Louis still had his gun on them. He wanted to know more about the two obviously 'special' people before him.
"And you better tell me, because I'm NOT in the mood to play games."
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