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NRDL

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Re: Slashers IC thread: Turn 11
« Reply #60 on: February 18, 2016, 07:39:48 am »

The Black Knight:

This woman's rage outweighs her fear enough to willingly wrestle you.  She grabs your wrists, attempting to control your arms.  She tries to push you back, but you're considerably larger, so you don't budge an inch.  The slightest lull in her assault is your opportunity.  Pushing her arms down, you get your hands free and lower the head of your bardiche to the ground.  Before she realises how exposed she is, you stab the business end through her gut.  It's very clean, through a lot of internal organs, and the blow is hard enough that you lift her up off the ground slightly, before she thuds back down.  She's dead.

Well that was fun.  You quickly exit the house, and every single light in every house on the street has been turned on.  Even from this distance you can hear people moving.  Where you want to go?

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Lieutenant Danford:

You go about your work, and thankfully, the setup inside is simple enough, no backups or access to a computer.  You take your shovel to the tape player and recorder, then put the janitor into the seat.  The effect is slightly ruined by the almost completely decapitated and loosely hanging head, but art is art.

You decide to check the nearest locker for yearbooks.  Breaking the thing open, you grab one with a cover that's been graffitied over in varying hues of pink and black.  Still legible on the inside, you keep it.

Exiting the school as quickly as you can, you decide to make a trek to the woods.  There are a few police cars traveling about, but you manage to avoid them by sticking to the shadows. 

You make it to the woods, and hunker down behind a tree, the suburbs still in sight.

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Le médecin tuer:

You awkwardly try to grope in the dark for your hatchet.  You almost reach it, but the sheriff pulls you back as hard as he can.  Kicking his grip off of your foot, you scramble onto all fours, and pick up your weapon.  It fits into your hand like it wants to be there.

Turning around, you can see the look of fear in the sheriff's eyes.  You walk towards him, deliberately slowly.  He's so terrified he can't even yell out.  Raising your hatchet high, you descend.

Swing.  Swing.  Another swing.  Each one sprays blood on you, on the grass, there's no stopping it.  You don't want to.  You take your time, watching him slowly go pale.  Bloodloss eventually stops your fun.  You stand there, hunched over, breathing the death out of your lungs.  You stare at him.  Your first kill.

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Chuckles:

"Because he knew you were coming.  He told me.  He told me could feel it, feel YOU.  He got angry, I didn't listen, he got angry, I didn't listen..."

She mutters this to herself over and over again, rocking back and forth.

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Re: Slashers IC thread
« Reply #61 on: February 18, 2016, 07:46:05 am »

Let us go onward, into the Woods. There's still plenty of souls to send into the afterlife this night.
« Last Edit: February 18, 2016, 08:21:56 am by Hawk132 »
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Re: Slashers IC thread
« Reply #62 on: February 18, 2016, 07:47:39 am »

Begin going through the yearbook, and looking up each and every student through there through Ancestry. Cross out those who are clean of their WW1 crimes.

When I finish with the phone, text back to that secret number, saying ((I'm not your friend. This is War Time.)), Then proceed to put a boot to the phone and tread deeper into the woods.
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Re: Slashers IC thread
« Reply #63 on: February 18, 2016, 08:58:20 am »

"And how long ago did he begin to sense my coming? Minutes? Hours? Days?"
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Re: Slashers IC thread
« Reply #64 on: February 18, 2016, 09:23:49 am »

Flee to the Town Hall.
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Re: Slashers IC thread: Turn 12
« Reply #65 on: February 20, 2016, 09:35:21 pm »

Chuckles:

You ask the girl a very reasonable question.

"Ididn'tlistenhegotangryididn'tlistenhegotangry...."

No use there. 

Wondering about what to do next, you're suddenly aware of someone's breath on the back of your neck.

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Le médecin tuer:

Time to hightail it out of here.  People are exiting their homes, wondering about all the commotion.  Running as fast as you can, you manage to make it to the centre of the town, avoiding a few police cars along the way.

The town hall, as the local seat of government, is a large building, pretty imposing compared to all the nearby shops.  The main gate is very clearly locked.

Surveying the area, you notice a man approaching you.   He's in a uniform, but clearly not sheriff's department.  Must be local security.

"Hey, you, what's your business here?", he asks.  He's not visibly armed, but he does have a walkie talkie in one hand.

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Lieutenant Danford:

Painstakingly going through the yearbook, out of the 189 high students in the town, exactly 34 have confirmed German, Austria-Hungarian or Turkish lineage.  The rest are either not applicable or have very muddled records.

At least now if you run into a teenager, you have a roughly 17% chance of finding descendants of your hated enemy.

You decide to deal with the matter of the phone.  You text back, as threateningly as you can convey through text, your intent to make war on whoever is on the other end.

It just takes on stomp of your boot to render the phone inoperable.

Trekking further into the woods, you come across a shack.  It's old, dilapidated, looks like it could fall down any second.  The trees that grow around it are much larger and more bloated than the rest of the surrounding forest.

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The Black Knight:

You decide the best place to regain your bearings is the woods.  Stepping out the house, you quickly head eastwards-

BANG!

You hear the gunshot.  Turning around, you see a man on the other side of the street, a few metres away, in his underwear, aiming a gun.  You realise that he's aiming it at you.

That's when you feel it.  Looking down, you see a wound in your chest, blood dripping out like a leaky faucet.  Reaching behind your back, you feel a matching hole there as well.

You fall to your knees.  The world's getting dim.  The man with the gun approaches you, you can hear him barking something into what must be a walkie talkie.  Unconsciousness threatens.  Is how it ends?

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Re: Slashers IC thread
« Reply #66 on: February 20, 2016, 09:48:36 pm »

"Greetings person who is standing directly behind me."
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Re: Slashers IC thread
« Reply #67 on: February 20, 2016, 09:49:59 pm »

Case the shack from the shadows. Attempt to find a way to look inside without being seen myself
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Re: Slashers IC thread
« Reply #68 on: February 20, 2016, 09:56:49 pm »

Dishonorable cur! If he were a real man, he would face me in melee. Well then, two can play at this game. Shake off the unconsciousness, shoot him with the shotgun, rip off some of his clothing, treat my wound and bravely retreat to the woods.
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Re: Slashers IC thread
« Reply #69 on: February 21, 2016, 01:13:04 am »

Charge him, hatchet to the face.
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