Topic: Short DoS Fan Fic

[Patraw]

I started sculpting a Dawn of Sorrow Heart Eater some months ago, but never finished it (made the head and then lost interest), however, I did write a short little comedy piece--involving Soma, Hammer, Yoko, and the monster--that was intended as flavor text for the web page for said figure, had I completed it. 


"Just Another Day at Hammer's Shop"

"Hey, if it isn't my best customer, Soma Cruz!" Hammer exclaimed. "Say, you'll never guess what happened between me and Yoko the other day!"

More like only customer, Soma cursed mentally. Why the hell did Hammer have to do this every time he came into the shop? Soma could care less about the latest disaster in the ex-soldier's unrequited love affair with Yoko Belnades, the beautiful blonde witch who offered soul synthesis services across the street. All he wanted to do was offload the pile of rancid Cloth Tunics (which, for reasons Soma was happy not knowing, Hammer always seemed to want to buy) that he'd gotten off of the hordes of zombies he'd slain earlier in the day and get out again. After all, at $150 a piece, he'd only have to sell a mere 2,000 of them to afford the $300,000 Soul Eater Ring he wanted so badly (very reasonably priced, according to Hammer). Lately, Soma had been entertaining the idea of forgoing honest labor and just blackmailing a succubus into assuming Yoko's form and getting the ring for him--Hammer would almost certainly give the diabolic decoy at least a 50% discount if she flashed a little thigh and blew him a kiss.

Completely oblivious to Soma's silence, Hammer continued to rattle on. "Well, I got her this nice box of chocolates, right, the package and the candies were both shaped like hearts ya know, 'cuz that's the kind of stuff high class broads like Yoko really dig, and I really want her to know how I feel about her."

"Yeah, so?"

"Well, she was all happy and everything, and I thought I was really making some headway, but . . ."

"What?" groaned Soma.

"She . . . she came back to the shop later in the evening, and, boy, was she mad!" Hammer began to sob. "There were no chocolates in the box . . . she said I had some nerve giving her an empty box of candy that I'd already eaten. Then, then she called me a bald-headed pig and said she never wanted to receive another gift from me again!"

Hammer reached his meaty arms across the counter, grabbed the lapels of Soma's overcoat, and pulled their faces close together, fixing Soma with a watery, soul-searching stare that made him incredibly uncomfortable. "What am I going to do, good buddy?"

My God, just shut up and give me the money for these pus-ridden Cloth Tunics that smell so bad I want to retch, Soma wanted to scream. Instead, Soma forced himself to calmly retort, "Well, it's your own fault for eating the chocolates, Hammer."

"But, that's just it, Soma, I didn't do it! The package still had the cellophane wrapping on it when I gave it to her, and you could hear the chocolates rattle around inside if you shook the box! I was framed!" He wailed.

It was at times like this that Soma really wished that he'd chosen to embrace the evil side of his nature, became the new Dark Lord, and wiped humanity, or at least Hammer's shop, from the face of the Earth. He could always dig the Soul Eater Ring out of the rubble afterwards.

Up in the rafters, deep in the shadows, an unusual insect, its gigantic head twisted into the shape of a many-fanged heart, buzzed happily to itself. As it slowly licked chocolate residue from its' impressive overbite with great relish, the Heart Eater gloated over Hammer's anguish. That'll teach you to cheat me, you wretched human, it thought. My friends and I wandered lost in the sewers beneath the streets for two weeks and almost got chopped in half by that crazy suit of animate armor and his "I'm not overcompensating for anything" comically-oversized axe, no thanks to that shoddy, incomplete map you sold me--worst hundred bucks I ever spent!

[darkwzrd4]

Not bad.  But, if you really want some respect on this forum, try rewriting DoS.  I'm not saying to make a new game.  Just write a fan fic version of DoS the way it should be not how it is.  A version that would actually contribute to the old cannon if it were an actually game.

[Patraw]

Well, as I described in the introduction of my first post, this was intended as supplemental flavor text for one of my Castlevania sculptures that I never completed.  I just decided to use it as a short fan fic piece so it didn't go to waste.  I would agree that a new story should probably expand on the source material, rather than regurgitate it, but my intent here was to depict the game's people and locales accurately to the source material.

[Gunlord]

I loved the end. XD XD Nice work, Patraw