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The Legend of Zelda: Dark Tomorrow

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The land of Hyrule is gone, tossed to the wayside by expansion and economic development. The new Hyrule is a very different place. Where small buildings of Brick and Mortor once stood, now gleaming towers of glass and metal stretch skyward. Life is hard in "The Big H" as it is locally known, even more so for a Class one detective. Detective Link Greene of the Royal Guard (a police force of sorts) is investigating a series of grizzly murders in K-Town (Kakariko Village) that appear to be prostitute killings. But as Link will soon discover, things are not always what they appear to be.

The Legend of Zelda: Dark Tomorrow

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Name: Link Greene

Age: 25

Race: Hylian (Goron, Deku, Zora's are still around as well)

Connection to Zelda Cannon: Distant relative of Link (here is where you name your characters connection to Zelda character, it could be anybody Malon, Kafei, anybody even that weird bug collector from OoT)

*Think of Hyrule as a city along the lines of New York and the Royal Guardians as the NYPD, There are no horses anymore they now travel by Carts, basically automobiles*

Link pulled his Epona OoT up the the silent symphony of flashing red and blue lights. As he got out of the cart he could already tell it was bad. "What the Hell is this?" he asked hearing something squish under foot. "Sorry Detective, a rookie lost his lunch when he found her." Mido, a young redheaded cop said. "So it's another one?" Link asked. "Afraid so, what does this make?" Mido asked. "This is four, the sadistic whackjob is killing prostitutes up and down K-Town." Mido looked back at the body, now covered by a black sheet. "Then maybe it's notthe same guy, I caught a glimpse of the body and let me say she doesn't look like and pro I've ever seen."

Link walked over and lifted the tarp. "Now what were you doing here?" he asked the very conservatively dressed maiden lying on the cold ground. "Is it him Detective?" Milo asked. "Afraid so Milo, her chest has been carved open and..." Link reached into the open cavity. "Her heart is gone." Link stood up and pulled his gloves off. "But why change his M.O? He goes from killing prostitutes to killing Ms. Straight lace, it doesn't make sence!" As Link tossed his gloves inside a nearby dumpster a gleem caught his eye. "Hello what is this." he said reaching in. "What is it?" Mido asked. "It's a Tome, and a fancy one too." (Note think of a Tome as a Bible, but with events from past Zelda Games instead). Link opened the red Dodongo leather bound book and turned to the first page. "Long ago, before the world had form. Three Golden goddesses descended upon the chaos of Hyrule..." Link closed the book and looked at the goldleaf seal on front. "Now that's weird." Link said. "What is Detective?" Mido asked. "What do Tomes usually have on the cover?" Link asked. "The three triangles thingy?" Mido asked. "A Triforce, yes but look at this cover." Link turned the book to Mido revealing what looked like a bird, clutching the Triforce in it's talons. "That's the Royal Seal!" Mido said. "Exactly. Now the question becomes why does this woman who is clearly not a Royal have a book that only a Royal would have, and why did she have it down here?"

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Name: Nyarlathotep

Age: Over 9000 aeons

Race: Lloigor

Connection to Zelda Cannon: An Outer God of the universe

And it was then that Nyarlathotep came out of Gerudo Valley. Who he was, none could tell, but he was of the old native blood and looked like a Pharaoh. The fellahin knelt when they saw him, yet could not say why. He said he had risen up out of the blackness of twenty-seven centuries, and that he had heard messages from places not on this planet. Into the lands of civilisation came Nyarlathotep, swarthy, slender, and sinister, always buying strange instruments of glass and metal and combining them into instruments yet stranger. He spoke much of the sciences - of electricity and psychology - and gave exhibitions of power which sent his spectators away speechless, yet which swelled his fame to exceeding magnitude. Men advised one another to see Nyarlathotep, and shuddered. And where Nyarlathotep went, rest vanished; for the small hours were rent with the screams of a nightmare.

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Name: Nyogtha

Age: Old

Race: The Old Ones

Connection to Zelda CANON: A great old one of the world.

Men knew him as the Dweller in Darkness, that brother of the Old Onescalled Nyogtha, the Thing that should not be. He can be summoned toEarth's surface through certain secret caverns and fissures, andsorcerers have seen him in Syria and below the black tower of Leng;from the Thang Grotto of Tartary he has come ravening to bring terrorand destruction among the pavilions of the great Khan. Only by thelooped cross, by the Vach-Viraj incantation and by the Tikkoun elixirmay he be driven back to the nighted caverns of hidden foulness wherehe dwelleth.

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Nyarlathotep... the crawling chaos... I am the last... I will tell the audient void...

I do not recall distinctly when it began, but it was months ago. The general tension was horrible. To a season of political and social upheaval was added a strange and brooding apprehension of hideous physical danger; a danger widespread and all-embracing, such a danger as may be imagined only in the most terrible phantasms of the night. I recall that the people went about with pale and worried faces, and whispered warnings and prophecies which no one dared consciously repeat or acknowledge to himself that he had heard. A sense of monstrous guilt was upon the land, and out of the abysses between the stars swept chill currents that made men shiver in dark and lonely places. There was a demoniac alteration in the sequence of the seasons the autumn heat lingered fearsomely, and everyone felt that the world and perhaps the universe had passed from the control of known gods or forces to that of gods or forces which were unknown.

And it was then that Nyarlathotep came out of Egypt. Who he was, none could tell, but he was of the old native blood and looked like a Pharaoh. The fellahin knelt when they saw him, yet could not say why. He said he had risen up out of the blackness of twenty-seven centuries, and that he had heard messages from places not on this planet. Into the lands of civilisation came Nyarlathotep, swarthy, slender, and sinister, always buying strange instruments of glass and metal and combining them into instruments yet stranger. He spoke much of the sciences of electricity and psychology and gave exhibitions of power which sent his spectators away speechless, yet which swelled his fame to exceeding magnitude. Men advised one another to see Nyarlathotep, and shuddered. And where Nyarlathotep went, rest vanished, for the small hours were rent with the screams of nightmare. Never before had the screams of nightmare been such a public problem; now the wise men almost wished they could forbid sleep in the small hours, that the shrieks of cities might less horribly disturb the pale, pitying moon as it glimmered on green waters gliding under bridges, and old steeples crumbling against a sickly sky.

I remember when Nyarlathotep came to my city the great, the old, the terrible city of unnumbered crimes. My friend had told me of him, and of the impelling fascination and allurement of his revelations, and I burned with eagerness to explore his uttermost mysteries. My friend said they were horrible and impressive beyond my most fevered imaginings; and what was thrown on a screen in the darkened room prophesied things none but Nyarlathotep dared prophesy, and in the sputter of his sparks there was taken from men that which had never been taken before yet which showed only in the eyes. And I heard it hinted abroad that those who knew Nyarlathotep looked on sights which others saw not.

It was in the hot autumn that I went through the night with the restless crowds to see Nyarlathotep; through the stifling night and up the endless stairs into the choking room. And shadowed on a screen, I saw hooded forms amidst ruins, and yellow evil faces peering from behind fallen monuments. And I saw the world battling against blackness; against the waves of destruction from ultimate space; whirling, churning, struggling around the dimming, cooling sun. Then the sparks played amazingly around the heads of the spectators, and hair stood up on end whilst shadows more grotesque than I can tell came out and squatted on the heads. And when I, who was colder and more scientific than the rest, mumbled a trembling protest about imposture and static electricity, Nyarlathotep drove us all out, down the dizzy stairs into the damp, hot, deserted midnight streets. I screamed aloud that I was not afraid; that I never could be afraid; and others screamed with me for solace. We swore to one another that the city was exactly the same, and still alive; and when the electric lights began to fade we cursed the company over and over again, and laughed at the queer faces we made.

I believe we felt something coming down from the greenish moon, for when we began to depend on its light we drifted into curious involuntary marching formations and seemed to know our destinations though we dared not think of them. Once we looked at the pavement and found the blocks loose and displaced by grass, with scarce a line of rusted metal to show where the tramways had run. And again we saw a tram-car, lone, windowless, dilapidated, and almost on its side. When we gazed around the horizon, we could not find the third tower by the river, and noticed that the silhouette of the second tower was ragged at the top. Then we split up into narrow columns, each of which seemed drawn in a different direction. One disappeared in a narrow alley to the left, leaving only the echo of a shocking moan. Another filed down a weed-choked subway entrance, howling with a laughter that was mad. My own column was sucked toward the open country, and presently I felt a chill which was not of the hot autumn; for as we stalked out on the dark moor, we beheld around us the hellish moon-glitter of evil snows. Trackless, inexplicable snows, swept asunder in one direction only, where lay a gulf all the blacker for its glittering walls. The column seemed very thin indeed as it plodded dreamily into the gulf. I lingered behind, for the black rift in the green-litten snow was frightful, and I thought I had heard the reverberations of a disquieting wail as my companions vanished; but my power to linger was slight. As if beckoned by those who had gone before, I half-floated between the titanic snowdrifts, quivering and afraid, into the sightless vortex of the unimaginable.

Screamingly sentient, dumbly delirious, only the gods that were can tell. A sickened, sensitive shadow writhing in hands that are not hands, and whirled blindly past ghastly midnights of rotting creation, corpses of dead worlds with sores that were cities, charnel winds that brush the pallid stars and make them flicker low. Beyond the worlds vague ghosts of monstrous things; half-seen columns of unsanctifled temples that rest on nameless rocks beneath space and reach up to dizzy vacua above the spheres of light and darkness. And through this revolting graveyard of the universe the muffled, maddening beating of drums, and thin, monotonous whine of blasphemous flutes from inconceivable, unlighted chambers beyond Time; the detestable pounding and piping whereunto dance slowly, awkwardly, and absurdly the gigantic, tenebrous ultimate gods the blind, voiceless, mindless gargoyles whose soul is Nyarlathotep.

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"Mighty Messenger - Nyarlathothep

from the world of Seven Suns

To his earth place the Wood of N'gai,

wither may come He Who Is Not to be Named"

They say foul beings of Old Times still lurk In dark forgotten corners of the world, And Gates still gape to loose, on certain nights, Shapes pent in Hell.

The people stood like corn in the high fields and listened to the Master.As the reaper's blade scythed them all, the Master fell silent. The lesson would be learned by others.

Iä!! Iä!! Shub-Niggurath! Ygnaiih! Ygnaiih!

...In one such dark place, I felt conscious of a singular accession of fright, as if some subtle and bodiless emanation from the abyss were engulfing my spirit; but the blackness was too great for me to percieve the source of my alarm...

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NYARLATHOTEP RAISED HIS THOUSAND FISTS TO THE SKY AND SCREAMED, AND AS HE SCREAMED, THE WORLD ITSELF FELL THROUGH THE ABYSS

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