Rune (Coolrune206)
Age: 21
Gender: Female (In only this game
)
Work: Electrical engineer
Reason here: Flipped a powerswitch wrong, got zapped, and woke up here. Wants only to get his old life back
Injury: Broken nose(dizzying effect)
Weapons: Bonesaw, scalpel
Items: Sheet-basket, 3 bottles of Anti-biotics, one bottle of morphine, rubbing alcohol, bandages, Dermo-plastic cannister(half full)
He does no such thing, he continues to walk towards you, Seeming to want to block your path, you go to swing with the bonesaw(2 v 4). Aiming a downward slash towards the arm allows him to hop to the side and he attempts to kick you (2 v 5). You manage to hop back and for a moment you look to each other deadlocked (2 v 2). With a small grunt as you charge at him, you manage to slice into him (4 v 3) And his arm doesn't just come off. The teeth of the bonesaw were meant for.... sawing. But he obviously realizes the pain. He suffers from quite a bleeding effect as well from the serrated edge. He cries and sits against the wall for a moment. He screams at you. (2 v 1) His good arm grabs your throat, beginning to choke you. (1 v 3) You struggle in vain for a bit, unsure to this situation as you begin to lose oxygen. (6 v 3) He headbutts you in the nose, forcing you downwards. Coughing as you managed to get out with the force, you feel blood come down your nose. It is broken and your vision is blurred. He holds his arm staring at you with malice. You could try running the other way now, or you could continue to fight the man.
Bekter Hunter (Patrick Hunt)
Age : 27
Gender : Male
Work : Off duty soldier.
Reason here : Bekter came to take a vacation and everything went to hell around him, again.
Weapons: None
Items: None
"Maybe you don't quite get this situation. From what I've heard, you are a soldier. Does all this look like a simple little game? Escape? This is going to be our country. Why would we run from that?" Almost a sense of patriotism gleamed in his eyes. "C'mon soldier boy." He almost looked sad. "Well this is goodbye." He pulls the pin on the grenade and throws it in the room. The vault soon closes and you are left tied up.
Closing your eyes, a cool calm attitude came about you. Sometimes fate was cruel, sometimes help wasn't what people wanted. Sometimes your life can flash in an instant.
*Future*
A single
song plays. The atmosphere depressing indeed.
"We lie Patrick Hunt to the ground, from whence he came. We never may be able to see him again. But he waits for us now. A hero to us all, we'd like to think that he died not just for his country, but to protect all of us here." The coffin with the country's flag draped over it heads for the 6 foot rectangular hole. Family, friends, a lover and child perhaps. They cry for Patrick. Soldier's salute. A new voice comes up over the religious figure. A man with badges. "This is a travesty, something that never should of happened. I don't know why Patrick was in that hell-hole. But god damn it!" He hits the podium hard enough the wood splinters in front of him. His hand bleeding, he wipes it on a tissue as he continues, his audience looking at him. "For Patrick, we try to never let these things happen. He had served his country, and in a time he felt he could relax in our country, this happened." The man looks angry again as if he was going to literally break everything. Then tears welled up in his eyes and he was forced to leave the podium.
The day ends with the guns firing into the air, saluting the fallen man, and the declaration of a few badges to be awarded to you.
Here lies Patrick Hunt
He was our hero
He died a real man.
1986-2013
Flowers and incense mark your grave, family visit everyday, but as the years go by, they stop. Only a couple visit occasionally. But at the very least, they understood who you are. The ones who still visit. A woman, a child, and a man with many badges, chaired in these days.