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?
Status: Normal, Uninjured, Grappling
Weapon: Bardiche
Inventory: Shotgun ( 6 shells )
Location: Lower End Homes ( west ), inside 2nd house on the left
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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.
Status: Normal, Uninjured
Weapon: Trench Shovel
Inventory: Smartphone, Nixton High Yearbook
Location: Edge of woods
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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.Status: Normal, Uninjured,
Weapon: Hatchet
Inventory: Snubnosed-revolver[5 shots]
Location: Suburbs ( East ), behind 2nd house on the left
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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.
Status: Normal
Weapon: Bare Clown Hands
Inventory: Pepper Spray, Unlabelled Key, Walkie talkie
Location: Inside Asylum ( Hallway past rec room )
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