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Post by phantomdroid on Jul 2, 2006 1:28:28 GMT 10
The following is a brief synopsis of 'The Gate: Wrath of the Demon Lord' (aka Gate III) the unofficial sequel to the 1987 supernatural/ horror film 'The Gate'...
(Fans of this movie will no doubt recognize the characters mentioned. Apologies to those who don't.)
It's been 20 years since the events of the first movie took place...and Glen (now age 30) has been living a solitary existence, moving from town to town, barely making ends meet and now resides in a small apartment somewhere in Toronto, Canada. Separated from his family and still plagued by nightmares about the demonic events all those years ago...Glen enlists the help of a hypno- therapist in order to overcome his dark and incapacitating dreams. During a hypnosis session...the ignorant and manipulative therapist forces Glen to recite the incantation (aka kuto ala eta) that opened the Gate 20 years ago, confident that the act of doing so will finally purge the young man of what the therapist believes are only 'metaphorical demons'. Later, unaware of what has occured and believing that he is 'cured' Glen returns to normal, everyday life. For a short while everything is peaceful...but when Glen's estranged sister Alexandra suddenly turns up on his doorstep and reveals that her husband has been attacked and killed by a Minion, Glen realises with horror that the incantation has been recited...that the Gate is opening once more. Returning to their old (and rebuilt) family home...Glen, Alexandra and Terry (who is now a lecturer of demonology at a local university) struggle to protect the innocent family that now lives in the house and once again must face- off against the powers of evil that are reaching out from beyond the Gate...but this time, in order to close it forever...the ultimate sacrifice must be made.
Well...that's the basic plot. What do you guys think?
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Post by Owen Watkin on Jul 3, 2006 18:17:43 GMT 10
I think it's great, any more?
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Post by phantomdroid on Jul 3, 2006 22:11:30 GMT 10
Hard to say at this point, Owen...I don't want to get sued. This section of the forum is for 'original' material only...and although the story is my idea of a continuation...the characters were not created by me.
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Post by Owen Watkin on Jul 4, 2006 0:30:57 GMT 10
That's fine, I understand.
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Post by phantomdroid on Aug 17, 2006 0:11:18 GMT 10
Another idea I had for Gate III (besides the one mentioned above) was one where Glen's sister Alexandra gradually begins to exhibit strange demonic powers (strength, speed and a weird demonic ESP...that sort of thing.) After investigating the origin of these abilities she soon discovers that when she was 'sacrificed' in the original film and taken to the other side, the Demon Lord (pictured below) had attempted to turn her into his Queen, but because Glen saved her (and Terry) the ritual transformation was interrupted, resulting in the aquisition of the powers (which were dormant until the evil beyond the Gate began to stir once more.) She wasn't evil or anything but instead used the powers to fight the Demon Lord and his minions when they attempted to free themselves for a third time. I had the story set two years after Gate II and made sure it concentrated solely on her adventures. Unfortunatly, I had to abandon the story because University work intervened. Perhaps I should rekindle this idea.  |
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Post by Owen Watkin on Aug 17, 2006 23:47:40 GMT 10
Rekindle away, I like it!
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Post by phantomdroid on Aug 19, 2006 2:56:25 GMT 10
Here is a brief excerpt from that idea...  The whirling, tornado-like column emanating from the Gate seemed to intensify for an instant. Suddenly, a bolt of lightning shot out from the maelstrom towards the children, splitting into a tree-like configuration as it arced towards them. The spinning dust storm spewing from the hole flickered purple as the powerful surge snaked out at the speed of light. Like a bizarre, electrical whip, it straffed the ground in front of them with a resounding 'crack', the sheer force of the impact sending the two kids flying backwards. The demon-hunting spellbook flew from Terry's grasp, it's ancient pages flapped wildly as it fell to the ground. For a split second, Terry and Al felt a powerful supernatural energy coursing through them, then they both landed with a sickening thud on the turf and lay motionless. Without warning, a horde of minions emerged from the hole and spilled out onto the lawn like a sea of angry, croaking white toads. Groaning, Terry slowly raised his head, the dirt kicked up by the lightning blast still raining down around him. He straightened his thick rimmed glasses which had slipped crooked down his nose. Re-orienting himself, he scrambled to his feet, spotting the devilish minions in the process. His eyes widened. The minions had also spotted him. Bluish, orb-like eyes stared evily and tiny muscular bodies flexed as the horde began rushing towards him. "Oh, crap! Here we go!" he yelled above the rumbling earth and howling wind. He turned and helped Alexandra to her feet. "If you have ANY demonic abilities whatsoever, NOW would be a good time to use them, Al!" The young demonologist bent down and snatched up the spellbook that had dropped on the grass. Frantically, he began flipping through the pages in a desperate effort to find a binding spell powerful enough to stop the minion advance. "Do something...I need time to find a containment spell!" he hollered. Alexandra felt a sudden wave of fear grip her. Minions. Even with her power would she be able to protect herself and Terry from all of them? A single undead workman was one thing, but a thousand pissed- off demons? The odds were not good. |
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Post by Owen Watkin on Aug 20, 2006 10:17:27 GMT 10
I'll bet!
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Post by Owen Watkin on Sept 2, 2006 12:51:18 GMT 10
Mmmmm..........nice.
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Post by phantomdroid on Sept 25, 2006 1:06:21 GMT 10
Previously...
The minions continued to advance menacingly towards the two teenagers. Looking around frantically, Alexandra spotted a large, dead tree leaning diagonally towards her at the rear of the yard. The force of the windstorm had partially uprooted it and a tangle of gnarled, soil encrusted roots was exposed, clearly visible above ground level. Alexandra put her hand on Terry's shoulder.
"Hold on, she shouted above the din, "I've got an idea!"
Terry watched as the young girl turned and made a heroic dash for the trunk.
"What the hell are you doing?" he screamed after her. The minions were almost upon him, bobbing up and down with an evil, almost playful determination.
Alexandra reached the base of the tree in no time flat. Placing her hands on the trunk she gazed at the gray, knotted wood stretching up a good 10 meters above her head, the top of it twisting out, fan- like into thousands of smaller twigs and branches. Calling on all of the demonic strength at her disposal, she braced herself then gave the trunk a powerful shove. From within the tree a cracking, splintering sound was heard as it began to slowly move. The root system at the bottom started tearing itself from the soil. A scream of horror made Al stop and peer around the trunk. Her eyes widened. Terry was half covered in minions. They clung to his legs like tiny ravenous trolls, biting and clawing at his jeans. Still screaming, Terry began swatting them off with the spellbook. Tiny bodies flew left and right, falling to the ground as the young man swung the book around in a frenzied attempt to defend himself. One of the minions clambered up onto his shoulder and reached up under the lens of his glasses in an effort to gouge his eye out.
"Yaagh!" the demonologist screeched, as pain shot through his eye socket. Blood began to trickle down the boy's cheek. He reached up, grabbed the creature by it's tiny arm and flung it away. Squealing, the minion impacted with a sickening crunch against the brick wall of Al's house then fell lifeless onto the lawn. Alexandra ducked back behind the trunk and a look of angry determination crossed her pretty face. The tree wasn't falling fast enough. She took two steps back then rushed at the wood, slamming her shoulder into it. BAM! Still the tree refused to pick up the pace. "Come on you son of a b!tch!' she hollered and slammed her shoulder into it once more. Again she did it, and again, and again, until the wood began to splinter from the powerful blows. Finally, with a groan of protest the tree began to topple faster. Al placed her hands on the trunk again and pushed with all her might. Terry turned and saw the massive hunk of wood falling in his direction.
"Holy..!" he yelped and bolted towards the area where Al was standing. Some of the minions were flung from his body as he surged forward, the rest gave a screech of surprise and detached themselves as they spotted the tree descending in their direction. Terry dove forward and landed with a thud at Alexandra's feet. A squealing sound was heard as the minion that had been clinging to his chest was squashed beneath his weight. As the tree fell, the front section of the horde froze in terror, their orb like eyes bulging. Some of them tried to turn and run but the sheer number of creatures still advancing from the hole prevented their escape. The tree struck the ground with a mighty, splintering crash, landing right on top of the minion horde and sending a large portion of the little devils straight back to hell. A huge blanket of dust and dirt billowed into the air like a small mushroom cloud.
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Post by Owen Watkin on Sept 25, 2006 12:05:33 GMT 10
Hey! great stuff!
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Post by Owen Watkin on Dec 28, 2006 14:18:21 GMT 10
More?
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Post by phantomdroid on Jan 27, 2007 2:11:09 GMT 10
Previously
Alexandra had never understood the meaning of the phrase, 'It's a longshot!' before...and yet her plan had worked. The relentless, supernatural advance had been halted...albeit, temporarily. The teenager scanned the devastation, her fear subsiding slightly as the full understanding of the words (and the end result of her luck) became apparent. A tiny smile began playing at the corners of her mouth.
"I DID it!" she screamed inside her head.
"You DID it!" screamed Terry, muffled, his mouth full of lawn.
Squinting through the airbourne debris, Al saw tiny arms, legs and other minion body parts now reduced to nothing more than vile, gory pulp. Yellow, demonic blood gushed out over the fresh green lawn like a putrid custard river and tiny, crushed bodies were half jutting out from under the massive hunk of wood like twitching, broken flesh-toys. As the dust began to finally settle, the rear of the house came into view. Alexandra saw that the back door to the laundry room was open slightly...a chance to get inside and make a final stand? Why the hell not! She reached down and grabbed Terry by the collar, lifting him to his feet. The minion he had landed on peeled off the front of his sweater and hit the ground with a resounding squelch.
"Hummph!" he snorted, the creature's guts still hanging from his clothing. "Smell's not so bad!" Looking down, he brushed the front of his sweater with his spellbook in an attempt to wipe away the vile muck.
"C'mon...let's go!" Al yelled. The two teens made a dash for the back door. As he ran, Terry glanced back at the mighty wooden barricade that Al had provided. The purple 'lightning tornado' continued to rise from the Gate behind it. He stopped, and a look of sheer disbelief crossed his face.
"I'll never get used to your abilities, Al! It's like you're freakin' Supergirl or something!" he shouted, a slight triumphant tone in his voice. Al darted back and grabbed Terry's arm. The surviving minions began to claw ferociously on the other side of the tree trunk. Splintering wood shattered and flew everywhere. It would only be a matter of time before their tiny evil brains told them to climb over. As if on cue...a minion appeared on top of the fallen trunk. Then another...and another. Screeching in anger, they dropped onto the grass in front of the barricade...their orbish eyes fixating upon the kids. Al's eyes widened.
"Yeah! Well...this Supergirl says that demon power won't do us any good if I'm dead. Come on...we gotta go!" she bellowed, tugging on Terry's arm. With a terrible, demonic battlecry...the minions gave chase. The two kids bolted across the lawn, leapt up the steps and dove head first into Alexandra's laundry room...landing heavily on the dusty floor. As predicted, the flow of angry minions increased. They swarmed over the dead tree like ravenous locusts, across the lawn and towards the laundry. Terry reached out with his leg and slammed the door shut. Quickly, the kids sprang to their feet and braced it with their desperate hands.
The door began to shake violently as the creatures outside attempted to break-in. A slight noise caught Terry's attention.
"Ugh!" he gulped, placing his hand over his mouth.
"What?" yelped Al, looking down between her extended arms.
Terry took a step backwards then pointed down with his other hand. A tiny, white, minion arm was caught in the door jamb. Groping around, it suddenly detached itself and fell to the floor, splitting into tiny fish-like shapes on impact that then promptly 'swam' away...exiting via the gap under the door.
"Egh!" burped Al. "That's the second time I've seen that and it's STILL gross!"
Their momentary discomfort passed as the disintergrating arm vanished. Terry stepped forward and pressed his hands against the shaking door once more.
"Uh, Al? You wouldn't happen to have another tree in here would you?" he asked.
Alexandra turned and looked squarely at him. She cocked her head and raised an eyebrow. She was clearly, unimpressed.
Outside, the rushing tornado of evil emanating from the Gate continued to howl it's growing resentment.
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Post by Owen Watkin on Jan 31, 2007 23:27:49 GMT 10
Wow...so good.
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Post by phantomdroid on May 9, 2007 11:29:57 GMT 10
Thanks, Owen! I try my best! ;D
More to come at a later date.
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