Description

Name:Ken Drake
Gender: male
Age: 19
Race: human
Appearance: see pic
Forms: n/a
Main Power: n/a
Secondary Power:n/a
Personality: kind of a idiot in a good way, gullible and willing to help his buds
Fears: fire,
Weakness:only human
Occupation: Intern Cameraman
Likes: photography, cameras, books, comics
Dislikes:People pulling pranks on him, his friends in danger
Equipment: camera gear
Do you have living family members? If so who are they?: A brother and step dad
Where are you from?: Eden City
Brief Background: W.I.P
Orientation: bi
Crush: none
Favorite Foods: Really anything he can make on the go loves smoothies though.

So begins...

Ken Drake's Story

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#2013-04-20 04:13:46, as written by Moonscar

As it often was, Main Street was in an uproar.

People were screaming, running, and crying. Some, who dared to look back, vomited, and were then subject to frightening brutality and murder.

This, due to one man, and a very disturbing sight, not only blocking traffic, but causing every car to crash.

Stood in the middle of the street was a man. No, no. To call him a man would be a disgrace to humankind. He was a monster. He was all of twelve feet tall, and so wide that all but his toes peeked out from beneath his copious amounts of rolls. To put it simply, he was fat.

No, to say he was fat would be a disgrace to the obese.

To wrestle an elephant, or even a whale, for this man, would be an easy task. He was so impossibly great that his own weight should have crushed him...and yet, it did not. With every heavy step he made, the fat of his body undulated with the rhythm. His skin was grease-laden, tinted green, with veins stretching at the sides of his wide belly.

Oh, that wasn't all. That wasn't all.

His face, as fat as the rest of him, without chin or neck, bore a smile. It was a smile that stretched from one ear tot he other, filled with yellowing teeth. In one grubby hand, he held a bloody machete.

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#2013-04-20 04:13:54, as written by Moonscar

One by one, he reached out to pick up the nearest fleeing victim. It was amazing how, in his state, he could move so quickly. More frightening, still, what he did with what he caught. With a low laugh, he spun the wriggling human around in his hand, and deposited half his body into his mouth. There was a crunch. A squelch. A cry from the man as what was left of him was thrown to the side. He could not even utter a word.

Some others did not get treatment as special. One woman was taken into the monster's hand, while the other brought down the machete with a powerful force, successfully hacking off her limbs before she, too, was discarded. Another was caught by the leg and thrown, with stunning accuracy, at a stop sign, where he was impaled through the stomach.

Many of the victims belonging to this murderer littered the streets and painted it with a glorious red carpet that he pranced upon with glee.

The only thing worse than the murder were that most of the victims, some unable to cry out, were still alive. As if this killer knew just how much to injure them without them dying too quickly.

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#2013-04-20 04:22:23, as written by NotAFlyingToy

It wasn't his job to answer calls. It wasn't his job to do the duty of the average WCPD beat cop, taking patrols, answering standard 911 calls for a black-and-white to a street corner. It most certainly wasn't his job when he was off duty, a carefully and meticulously packed white box with a red ribbon standing prominently in his back seat, slightly lopsided and pristine.

But when a call came through that some fat fuck was tearing through Wing City with a machete, he didn't hesitate. He didn't do anything but chomp harder on the bagel in his mouth, flip the wheel around, and scream down the road in his yellow sports car, Main Street a mere three turns from his current location.

And what he saw there had him cursing, slamming on the breaks as he slid to a halt -

The stench of the basement was raw, unyielding as he stepped into it, dripping filling his ears as the scents of burnt, rotten flesh filled his nostrils. His gun quaked in his hand as he lifted it into the darkness, his eyebrows twitching, fear filling his body-

There was no quake in his grip as he popped open the door to his car, his Smith & Wesson Model 500 in his hand, hammer cocked back as he moved towards the site of the massacre, stepping over bodies as he spotted the hulking beast of a man, levelling his weapon through the bustling crowd - jarring him, throwing his aim off as they clambered past him in their attempt to flee.

"Wing City Police!" He hollered, spitting the remains of the bagel out. "Freeze!"

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#2013-04-20 04:32:29, as written by Zenia

Ken Drake blinked as he heard the news anchor, “Really?! I am coming with you?” he asked stunned. “Yep, but don’t get your hopes up…and for god sakes be careful!” the man snapped at him as Ken nodded and grabbed his gear, following him in the news van.

“Sooooo what is the case?” he asked as he got his camera set up, “There is a…thing tearing up the streets and murdering people.” He replied, Ken gulped, “Are…we in any trouble?” he asked, “Well danger?” he added. “Yep…”

Ken frowned, “Remember, Ken, you signed up for this.” The anchor told him. Ken nodded as the driver screeched to a halt, “HOLY FUCK!” Ken cried out as he spotted the thing, it was huge, and even that felt like an understatement! He aimed his camera out the window as the Anchor got out, Ken following him as the anchor started reporting the news. “Breaking News from Main Street, carnage is everywhere as a giant figure is murdering everything in sight!” the anchor said as Ken kep the camera on him, though glancing at the thing as well, feeling like he was going to puke. “Jesus…I am going to be sick…and no sleep tonight…” he thought to himself a tint of green coming to his face.

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#2013-04-20 04:45:29, as written by Moonscar

The thing turned.

It faced Dupuis, a wave rolling through its body after its spin, sloshing around like water in a balloon. He opened up his arms, as though greeting the man, and took a step toward him.

Try me, the gesture said. Shoot me.

One more step. He was not stopping. The tsunami of a monster approached the man with a gun with no fear in his eyes.

He saw the camera man and the anchor behind him, and grinned wide for the audience.

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#2013-04-24 03:48:16, as written by Zenia

Ken watched it walk up to the cop, as if daring him to shoot him...it. Ken Drake shook his head as he tried not to upchuck. He did not expect this on his first real outing. He saw the thing smile...smile at the camera. "Oh fuck..." he whispered. Ken knew he should not be speaking on the film site, he was only the camera guy, but damn he hoped they would forgive him.

He looked past the camera as he saw the cop raising his gun, he had to get that shot, he moved the camera off the anchor, moving to capture the cop and the thing as he saw the gun fire hearing the loud boom in the air. As the cop reload he bit his lip, he needed to get the cop more time! He grabbed a blood stained rock as he threw it at the creature. "Hey big guy! Smile for the camera!" he cried out, hoping to distract it. "Ken what are you doing?!" The anchor asked. Ken shrugged, "Something...really, really stupid!"

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#2013-04-24 04:18:24, as written by Zenia

Ken saw that it worked...a wee bit too well. "Ah shit..." he whispered as he as saw it charge at him. Ken looked for cover as he darted, shoving the anchor to the side and hopefully to safety. He slung his camera back over his shoulder. Screw getting the shot now!

He kept as quiet as he slid under a car popping out on the other side as he hid behind some debris. "Damn...this is not good!" he thought to himself as he tried to look around for something to use or something hinder it...as well as a better hiding place.

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#2013-04-24 05:07:37, as written by Zenia

Ken felt the air being cut just inches away from him, "holy hell...." he thought to himself as he saw the car he had been under moments before being lifted up and tossed like a soda can.

He watched as the creature charge to the cop as he looked around, "Come on Ken think!" he muttered to himself, he wasn't the type of person to just sit and do nothing...which begged the question...why camera man? They were supposed to film things not get involved.

He saw the cop attack the creature's knife and shoot it in the fore head. "...please work." he muttered as he looked for something to trip it up...or damage, though all he had was his camera bag. It wasn't like he could attack with a tripod! Well he could but not very well. The creature was now attacking by sound it seemed.

If it fell backwards that could work. He glanced at the van, "...I am so getting fired for this...unless some miracle happens." he muttered as he muttered as he grabbed the fallen keys, jumped in the News Van, creeping it behind the creatures as quietly as he could before hopping out and moving the hell out of the way.