here is act 2 of my play "Little Forum of Horrors", as Ozrat requested. if you missed act 1, you can read it under Daemon Spawn's thread. it contains some important events, including some evil actions of possesed Rosh. i hope nobody takes offense from events in this play, as its only intent is to entertain people and not to offend anyone.
LITTLE FORUM OF HORRORS by Ratty
ACT II: Devil Inside
(It is midnight. Wind is blowing softly outside. Occasional thunder disturbs the silence. Nuclear wolves are howling outside, sneaking around NMA backyard, trying to get in. Inside the NMA house, it is silent. Suddenly, someone knocks at the door...)
Odin: I'm coming...who is there?
Miroslav(in deep, confident voice): It is I. Miroslav!
Odin(opens the door): At last you have come, your Excellence. Please come in.
Miroslav: How is the patient?
Odin(worried): He is...not well, Excellence. He won't eat or sleep. He won't even play with his Claw Maintainance Kit or his Chuck Cuevas voodoo doll. He doesn't talk much, and when he does...he says horrible things.
Miroslav: Take me to him at once.
(Odin escorts Miroslav to a small bedroom upstairs and opens the door. The room is dark. A large deathclaw is lying on the bed, his limbs tied to the bed with heavy ropes. Miroslav immediately recognizes Roshambo. His face looks tortured and tired, but his eyes are bright and burning with hatred. He glares evilly at the newcomers)
Rosh(growls):8nd h3ll0 3v3ry0n3 h0w ab0Vt a b1g gr0up hUg, nUk3 gr8bZ r0sH aNd sez 3sp3c1ally y0u my b1g fR13nD aNd sQu33s3Z tHe l1f3 0uT 0f h1m l0nG l1v3 Nuc13aR W01F h3'z 1mM0rTaL!
Miroslav(startled): By Tandi's breasts...He spoke the dark language...
Odin(gazes in horror): You mean...It can't be...
Miroslav: Yes! I'm afraid he speaks l33t.
Odin: Roshambo? Rosh?! He of all people...How?!
Miroslav: He has been possesed. There is some kind of Devil inside him.
Rosh: I pwn j00!!! I pwn j00 8LL!!!
Odin: Can you do something to help him, your Excellence? Please, tell me there is hope!
Miroslav: Calm down, my child. Leave us alone and I will see what I can do.
Odin(sighs): Oh, well. Do what you can, Excellence. I will drown my sorrow in that new cocktail Aragorn made.
(Odin leaves)
Miroslav(sits beside Rosh and begins his prayer...): Our Vault Dweller who is in Vault 13, holy is your name, your Vault shall come, your will be done, just as in Vault 13, also in Wasteland, give us our Iguana-On-Stick today and forgive us our sins and debts to Lorenzo Bank, just as we also are forgiven our sins and do not lead us to temptation to steal a Turbo Plasma Rifle but deliver us from Enclave because the Vault is yours and the fusion power and water chips forever and ever. Amen.
Rosh(growls loudly and trembles violently): 88888rgHHH!!! j00 m0m is here with us, Miroslav. w0uLd j00 lik3 me t0 giv3 h3r a m3sSaG3?
Miroslav: Yeah, tell her i'll call her tomorrow morning. But now, let's continue...
Rosh(looks at him deviously): f*** M3! f*** M3!
Miroslav(jumps on him, then stops): Wait a minute, what am I doing? For a moment I thought you were Leslie Anne Bishop, sorry. (pauses) Can you tell me who you really are, foul beast?!
Rosh(grins evilly):I am...DEVIL!!! muahahaha!
Miroslav(takes a flask of Holy Nuka Cola and sprinkles it on Rosh): Evil spirit, I expell you!
Rosh: LMAO, 1t n0t w0rK1Ng!!!
Miroslav: Evil spirit, I EXPELL YOU!!!
Rosh: n0-0n3 can st0p th3 R3AL D3V1L!!! i pwn j00!!!
Miroslav: Evil spirit, I...ah, what the hell. it's no use.
Rosh: tH8t t00k j00 a l0nG t1m3 t0 f1gUr3 0uT....
Miroslav(pulls out a combat shotgun): Eat this, lizard boy!
Rosh: Uh-oh...(blam!blam!)
Miroslav(turns away, relieved): May your soul rest in peace, Roshambo. You will be forever missed.
Rosh: What are you babbling about, Miroslav? Missed by who? Why the hell am I tied to this bed? Owww, my head...
Miroslav(turns around quickly): You are...you are alright!
Rosh(looks at him then spits): Ssssh, don't talk so loud! No, I'm not alright! My head hurts like hell and I've got lead in my mouth! (spits again)
Miroslav: Oh, I'm sorry, I shot you in the head because you were possesed by Nuclear Devil. I hope I didn't hurt you too badly.
Rosh: Hurt me? With that kids' toy you've got there?(points to Miroslav's shotgun) I don't think so. My head hurts because of Aragorn's damned cocktail. "Pangalactic Gurgle Blaster" he calls it. It gave me terrible nightmares. First I dreamed that Interplay banned all FOBOS feedback on their forums. Then I dreamed that I dipped Kharn and Ozr...OW! My head!
Miroslav: Actually, you didn't dr...oh, never mind. Aragorn made a new cocktail, you say? How int...(pauses as if he thought of something, then goes pale) Oh, shit...Odin...
(Dreadful growls come from the adjoining room.) w00h00!!! nW0'z tHe m8sT3R, wH0 1z th3 k00l3sT - D3V1L!!!
Rosh(looks at Miroslav curiously): What is THAT?
Miroslav(shakes his head): Nothing...errr...How are you feeling?
Rosh: Fine, I suppose. Why?
Miroslav: Do you...errr...do you feel capable of dipping a Norse Troll into an FEV Vat?
--END of Act II--
LITTLE FORUM OF HORRORS by Ratty
ACT II: Devil Inside
(It is midnight. Wind is blowing softly outside. Occasional thunder disturbs the silence. Nuclear wolves are howling outside, sneaking around NMA backyard, trying to get in. Inside the NMA house, it is silent. Suddenly, someone knocks at the door...)
Odin: I'm coming...who is there?
Miroslav(in deep, confident voice): It is I. Miroslav!
Odin(opens the door): At last you have come, your Excellence. Please come in.
Miroslav: How is the patient?
Odin(worried): He is...not well, Excellence. He won't eat or sleep. He won't even play with his Claw Maintainance Kit or his Chuck Cuevas voodoo doll. He doesn't talk much, and when he does...he says horrible things.
Miroslav: Take me to him at once.
(Odin escorts Miroslav to a small bedroom upstairs and opens the door. The room is dark. A large deathclaw is lying on the bed, his limbs tied to the bed with heavy ropes. Miroslav immediately recognizes Roshambo. His face looks tortured and tired, but his eyes are bright and burning with hatred. He glares evilly at the newcomers)
Rosh(growls):8nd h3ll0 3v3ry0n3 h0w ab0Vt a b1g gr0up hUg, nUk3 gr8bZ r0sH aNd sez 3sp3c1ally y0u my b1g fR13nD aNd sQu33s3Z tHe l1f3 0uT 0f h1m l0nG l1v3 Nuc13aR W01F h3'z 1mM0rTaL!
Miroslav(startled): By Tandi's breasts...He spoke the dark language...
Odin(gazes in horror): You mean...It can't be...
Miroslav: Yes! I'm afraid he speaks l33t.
Odin: Roshambo? Rosh?! He of all people...How?!
Miroslav: He has been possesed. There is some kind of Devil inside him.
Rosh: I pwn j00!!! I pwn j00 8LL!!!
Odin: Can you do something to help him, your Excellence? Please, tell me there is hope!
Miroslav: Calm down, my child. Leave us alone and I will see what I can do.
Odin(sighs): Oh, well. Do what you can, Excellence. I will drown my sorrow in that new cocktail Aragorn made.
(Odin leaves)
Miroslav(sits beside Rosh and begins his prayer...): Our Vault Dweller who is in Vault 13, holy is your name, your Vault shall come, your will be done, just as in Vault 13, also in Wasteland, give us our Iguana-On-Stick today and forgive us our sins and debts to Lorenzo Bank, just as we also are forgiven our sins and do not lead us to temptation to steal a Turbo Plasma Rifle but deliver us from Enclave because the Vault is yours and the fusion power and water chips forever and ever. Amen.
Rosh(growls loudly and trembles violently): 88888rgHHH!!! j00 m0m is here with us, Miroslav. w0uLd j00 lik3 me t0 giv3 h3r a m3sSaG3?
Miroslav: Yeah, tell her i'll call her tomorrow morning. But now, let's continue...
Rosh(looks at him deviously): f*** M3! f*** M3!
Miroslav(jumps on him, then stops): Wait a minute, what am I doing? For a moment I thought you were Leslie Anne Bishop, sorry. (pauses) Can you tell me who you really are, foul beast?!
Rosh(grins evilly):I am...DEVIL!!! muahahaha!
Miroslav(takes a flask of Holy Nuka Cola and sprinkles it on Rosh): Evil spirit, I expell you!
Rosh: LMAO, 1t n0t w0rK1Ng!!!
Miroslav: Evil spirit, I EXPELL YOU!!!
Rosh: n0-0n3 can st0p th3 R3AL D3V1L!!! i pwn j00!!!
Miroslav: Evil spirit, I...ah, what the hell. it's no use.
Rosh: tH8t t00k j00 a l0nG t1m3 t0 f1gUr3 0uT....
Miroslav(pulls out a combat shotgun): Eat this, lizard boy!
Rosh: Uh-oh...(blam!blam!)
Miroslav(turns away, relieved): May your soul rest in peace, Roshambo. You will be forever missed.
Rosh: What are you babbling about, Miroslav? Missed by who? Why the hell am I tied to this bed? Owww, my head...
Miroslav(turns around quickly): You are...you are alright!
Rosh(looks at him then spits): Ssssh, don't talk so loud! No, I'm not alright! My head hurts like hell and I've got lead in my mouth! (spits again)
Miroslav: Oh, I'm sorry, I shot you in the head because you were possesed by Nuclear Devil. I hope I didn't hurt you too badly.
Rosh: Hurt me? With that kids' toy you've got there?(points to Miroslav's shotgun) I don't think so. My head hurts because of Aragorn's damned cocktail. "Pangalactic Gurgle Blaster" he calls it. It gave me terrible nightmares. First I dreamed that Interplay banned all FOBOS feedback on their forums. Then I dreamed that I dipped Kharn and Ozr...OW! My head!
Miroslav: Actually, you didn't dr...oh, never mind. Aragorn made a new cocktail, you say? How int...(pauses as if he thought of something, then goes pale) Oh, shit...Odin...
(Dreadful growls come from the adjoining room.) w00h00!!! nW0'z tHe m8sT3R, wH0 1z th3 k00l3sT - D3V1L!!!
Rosh(looks at Miroslav curiously): What is THAT?
Miroslav(shakes his head): Nothing...errr...How are you feeling?
Rosh: Fine, I suppose. Why?
Miroslav: Do you...errr...do you feel capable of dipping a Norse Troll into an FEV Vat?
--END of Act II--
