The legacyby Scorpion 316ChaptersChapter 2: death patrolChapter 3: Welcome to HellChapter 1: death's personal servantChapter 2: death patrol Gentle Breeze wakes up in a strange white room. He looks around as a mare wearing a suit of black armor sat in the chair by the door. "Where am I?" Gentle asked. "The anti-life. Before you go to the afterlife." The mare said. "Do you all wear black armor?" Gentle asked. "No, that's just for their psychical form. I'm wearing the armor because I died wearing this design." The mare said. "So, what do I do now?" Gentle asked. "Will you can just go to the afterlife or you can join the Death Patrol and live again." "Do I get to choose my new form?" Gentle asked. "Yes." The mare said. "By the way, what's your name?" Gentle asked. "Ancient Question." Ancient said. She walked out of the room to let him think. "I'll join the Death Patrol." Gentle said. He then found himself in a strange liquid embro. The liquid started to harden as he screamed for help. He then woke up in the headquarters of the Death Patrol. Hell. Chapter 3: Welcome to Hell Gentle walked through this building and saw many faces. However he couldn't recognize who Ghost Hunter was. Then he saw a stallion wearing black velvet and with a long sword on his back. He's face was also a skull with flames connecting the rest of the body. "Wow! That's not what I expected at all." Gentle Said, still suprised of Ghost's appearance. "Yeah. Most ponies are suprised by that." Ghost said, as he ate a block of silver. "Is what you looked like before death?" Gentle asked. "I was never even born. I was created by Death to be the ultimate Death Patroller." Ghost said, as he took a bite of bronze. Gentle looked at Ghost with a look of confusion. "So where do we get are weapons?" Gentle Asked. "In the armory to the north. I'll walk with you." Ghost said, as they both began walking north. As they walked, Gentle noticed the creepy imagery in the background, like inpalemant, hangings, and walking corpse. When they got there, Gentle noticed a shadowy black stallion walking down to the DP HQ. "Who's that?" Gentle asked Ghost. "That's Death." Ghost said. "Really? He's taller than I thought." Gentle said. They continued to walk to armory and when they got there, Gentle tried out a lot of melee weapons. Chapter 1: death's personal servant A stallion walks into a bar, wearing pitch black armor of some sort. He orders a drink. The drink tasted horrible, or so he claimed, as he walks out of the bar following another stallion. The stallion noticed him. "Why are you following me? Stop. Ok." The stallion said. The stallion wearing the armor stared at him with a neutral look. "There's one inside you." The armored stallion said. The other stallion looked confused. "One of what?" The stallion said. The armored stallion then grabbed the other stallion's front legs and put a strange device on his heart. "A dead soul looking for a new body. Basically possession of a new psychical form. This one wants your body." The armored stallion said. "By the way, I'm Gentle Breeze, and you are?" Gentle asked as the armored stallion programmed the device on Gentle's heart. "You can call me Ghost Hunter." Ghost said as the device began to glow. Why is it glowing? What does that mean?" Gentle asked, as he panicked. Ghost managed to calm him down. "Don't be alarmed, but there's a the soul of a half demon inside you." Ghost said. Gentle started to panic again. Ghost smacked him. "What's gonna happen to me?" Gentle asked, as he started sobbing. "He's morphing your body into a genetically altered undead exosuit. You're going to die, but there is a way to come back." Ghost said. "How?" Gentle asked, still sobbing. "Join the death patrol." Ghost said. He smiled right before his body morphed into a hellish demon and tried to kill Ghost. He noticed a small orfice on his leg and went at it. When he cut it, the demon imploded and Gentle's body was gone. "Great. A new recruit. I just hope he'll be thankful, since I just saved him from his own body. That is the most out of context line ever." Ghost said, as he walked through a orangish portal.
Chapter 2: death patrol Gentle Breeze wakes up in a strange white room. He looks around as a mare wearing a suit of black armor sat in the chair by the door. "Where am I?" Gentle asked. "The anti-life. Before you go to the afterlife." The mare said. "Do you all wear black armor?" Gentle asked. "No, that's just for their psychical form. I'm wearing the armor because I died wearing this design." The mare said. "So, what do I do now?" Gentle asked. "Will you can just go to the afterlife or you can join the Death Patrol and live again." "Do I get to choose my new form?" Gentle asked. "Yes." The mare said. "By the way, what's your name?" Gentle asked. "Ancient Question." Ancient said. She walked out of the room to let him think. "I'll join the Death Patrol." Gentle said. He then found himself in a strange liquid embro. The liquid started to harden as he screamed for help. He then woke up in the headquarters of the Death Patrol. Hell.
Chapter 3: Welcome to Hell Gentle walked through this building and saw many faces. However he couldn't recognize who Ghost Hunter was. Then he saw a stallion wearing black velvet and with a long sword on his back. He's face was also a skull with flames connecting the rest of the body. "Wow! That's not what I expected at all." Gentle Said, still suprised of Ghost's appearance. "Yeah. Most ponies are suprised by that." Ghost said, as he ate a block of silver. "Is what you looked like before death?" Gentle asked. "I was never even born. I was created by Death to be the ultimate Death Patroller." Ghost said, as he took a bite of bronze. Gentle looked at Ghost with a look of confusion. "So where do we get are weapons?" Gentle Asked. "In the armory to the north. I'll walk with you." Ghost said, as they both began walking north. As they walked, Gentle noticed the creepy imagery in the background, like inpalemant, hangings, and walking corpse. When they got there, Gentle noticed a shadowy black stallion walking down to the DP HQ. "Who's that?" Gentle asked Ghost. "That's Death." Ghost said. "Really? He's taller than I thought." Gentle said. They continued to walk to armory and when they got there, Gentle tried out a lot of melee weapons.
Chapter 1: death's personal servant A stallion walks into a bar, wearing pitch black armor of some sort. He orders a drink. The drink tasted horrible, or so he claimed, as he walks out of the bar following another stallion. The stallion noticed him. "Why are you following me? Stop. Ok." The stallion said. The stallion wearing the armor stared at him with a neutral look. "There's one inside you." The armored stallion said. The other stallion looked confused. "One of what?" The stallion said. The armored stallion then grabbed the other stallion's front legs and put a strange device on his heart. "A dead soul looking for a new body. Basically possession of a new psychical form. This one wants your body." The armored stallion said. "By the way, I'm Gentle Breeze, and you are?" Gentle asked as the armored stallion programmed the device on Gentle's heart. "You can call me Ghost Hunter." Ghost said as the device began to glow. Why is it glowing? What does that mean?" Gentle asked, as he panicked. Ghost managed to calm him down. "Don't be alarmed, but there's a the soul of a half demon inside you." Ghost said. Gentle started to panic again. Ghost smacked him. "What's gonna happen to me?" Gentle asked, as he started sobbing. "He's morphing your body into a genetically altered undead exosuit. You're going to die, but there is a way to come back." Ghost said. "How?" Gentle asked, still sobbing. "Join the death patrol." Ghost said. He smiled right before his body morphed into a hellish demon and tried to kill Ghost. He noticed a small orfice on his leg and went at it. When he cut it, the demon imploded and Gentle's body was gone. "Great. A new recruit. I just hope he'll be thankful, since I just saved him from his own body. That is the most out of context line ever." Ghost said, as he walked through a orangish portal.
