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Elegy

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Eldritch Irony
« on: October 08, 2010, 10:38:06 pm »

This story takes place in the United States in 2010, however this is an alternate timeline. In the year 2000, an underground eldritch cult, based in northern California, succeeded in tearing a hole in reality and bringing forth unnamed horrors from dimensions far, far, far beyond comprehension. In the ten years since then, nearly all of humanity has either joined the cults in service to the unholy masters that now roam the darkest places on Earth or been erased from existance.

You are one of the last survivors of humanity, living in one of the few untouched/protected areas. It is a fortified mountain town in the Rockies, with about three hundred citizens, all armed to the teeth, living life in constant fear of the abyssal creatures and depraved humans that now stalk the globe. Your name is Castle. Originally from London, you were on a family vacation in America to celebrate the new millenium when the first rift occurred. You were only eight at the time, so you didn't really realize what was going on. By the time you figured out something was wrong, your parents had already been murdered by cultists. You managed to hide away, using your small size in order to fit places most adults couldn't. You wound up in this town with a group of refugees a few years back, and have lived there ever since.

Life has been tough. Not only have you grown up an orphan, but you've also been taken far away from home. Also, you're fairly sure you're the last hipster left on the planet. Your dry sarcasm and bitter cynicism has left you with little friends in the mountain town, now called Freedom, Oregon.

It's your birthday. You're turning 18 today, that means you get to go on a foraging mission for the first time. You've crossed town to the giant front gates of the wall, crafted from salvaged metal from cars, trucks and aeroplanes. There are three other young men in the group, as well as the beared, gruff middle aged leader of the group, Smilin Jack. You've always liked Smilin Jack, because he never smiles. In fact, of all the citizens of Freedom, he's about the meanest sonofabitch around. Right now he's dressed up in a military flak jacket and pants, with large Army boots. He's holding an old hunting rifle in his hands, and has several huge knives tucked away in his belt. The other boys are all wearing leather jackets with footpall pads, or shinguards and hiking boots, holding switchblades or pipes. You stroll into the circle of them, smirking. The mood is tense. Jack takes one look at you and starts cursing.

"Oh for fucks sake..." he says. "Are you trying to die? This is not the time, nor the place to be dressing like an ANOREXIC GIRL!!"

You shrug. You dressed up as best as you could for the hunt. You're wearing your tight grey jeans, black converse high tops, a blue plaid shirt and a fedora. You even went so far as to bring a baseball bat!

"Well fine, Castle." Jack says, seething. "But if you get hurt out there, you will find NO pity here." he sighs. "Alright boys, come on in."


The other three boys step forward nervously.

"As you know, we're goin' out there to get some food for our village. This means that yer gonna have to leave the safety of yer mamas tits and be a man for once in your sissy little lives. I don't know why I always have to take the newbies out for their first runs, but I do. I hate it, and I hate you. This ain't gonna be fun, and it ain't gonna be safe. In fact, I reckon at least two of you are probably gonna die."

The other boys glance around with fear.

"The thing we're hunting is called a Ghost." Jack continues. "Any of ya ever seen a panther before?"

One of the boys nods

"And what did it look like?"

The boy starts stuttering "It's a... a... b-big.. c-c-cat?"

"Sure. A panther is just one big 'ol pussycat. 'Cept it's got fangs and claws and could break yer neck with one crunch. Now, for you little girls that's probably pretty scary already. A Ghost is like a panther, cept it ain't got no fur, and it has a looong arm on its back with a human hand and four yellow eyes that can see every single muscle in your body twitch. It's got teeth longer than yer puny little forearms, and its claws could tear right through yer bones." He pauses for dramatic effect. Good 'ol Smilin Jack. "But that ain't the worst part. Oh no. This thing's one of them demons. That means its got a whole slew of tricks up its disgusting sleeves. I ain't gonna say this more than once, so listen up: These things can distort your vision by making eye contact with you. You will see them two feet to the right of where they actually are, and you will swing at the wrong place and then you will DIE. So don't look in their eyes, and if you do. Swing. Right."

There is silence.

"Hahaha, well let's go find us some dinner!"

Jack signals a watchman sitting on top of a lookout tower on the gate. The watchman nods and starts turning a crank, opening up the main gates. Jack walks out the gates, and you follow. The gates seal behind you.

"Welcome to Hell, boys" Jack says.

You follow him for an hour, scouring the mountain for any signs of life. The trees are shrubs that litter the mountainside are strange and warped, having been touched by the insane miasma that covers the world. Suddenly, Jack stops in his tracks. He pulls out his rifle and begins to whisper.

"There... Can you boys see it?" He says, pointing to a small space in the distance. Lying on a rock in the distance is a fleshy, disgusting quadruped. It has a swishing tail, but even more creepy, a swishing arm on top of its back. It appears to be sleeping.

"Well... This is yer boys' hunt... Go ahead and figure out how to kill it. I'll be sitting here waiting."

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Okay so this is a game where you all make suggestions for Castle. The story I have vaguely planned was inspired by Cthulhutech. Look it up, it's rad. Anyway, go ahead and let's ROLL.
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Re: Eldritch Irony
« Reply #1 on: October 08, 2010, 10:42:21 pm »

It's spelled and pronouced Elder-itch.

Silliness aside, I say we use one of the meatshields as bait and attempt to sneak up behind it.
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Re: Eldritch Irony
« Reply #2 on: October 08, 2010, 10:54:20 pm »

>Convince other lunatics to draw it towards us while we ready a baseball-bat-swing at the air two feet to the creature's right.
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« Reply #3 on: October 08, 2010, 11:08:36 pm »

A few of the boys start talking about plans to throw rocks and distract it, while circling it.

"Hold on a second, guys." You say. "Now, this plan is pretty fucking perfect already. I totally have no doubt that all four of us will be able to pull off the flawless choreography required to circle that motherfucker, not to mention the amazing damage that you guys will be able to inflict on it with those tiny weak-ass knives you have, but can I suggest something? Why don't we just run at that motherfucker, and all try kill it at the same time? Yeah I guess we could go the pussyfoot german ballet dancer way where we dance around it, but we'd probably just end up dying one by one. At least this way only one of us will probably die."

You hear Jack snort with laughter behind you.

The other boys look at you, annoyedly, then sigh. "Yeah... Let's do that..."

"Cool." You say. "Good fucking deal. Now then, you with the pipe. Go ahead and run, we'll be right behind you"

A second passes, and then the kid with the metal pipe swallows hard and nods. He starts running full speed towards the Ghost. You and the other two boys follow right behind him. When you are halfway there, you slow down and stop running, letting the others get ahead. Instead, you begin to circle around behind a large rock. Looking out to watch what's happening.

When the first boy, with the pipe, gets within fifteen feet of the Ghost, it wakes up. Immediately, it growls, a noise so horrible that it sends chills through your body. Oh man, good thing you're not out there with the rest of those idiots. The Ghost pounces towards the first one, who swings way left of it from your viewpoint. Asshole must have made eye contact. On the down of his swing, the Ghost lashes out with its long, prehensile arm, slamming the boy to the ground. Then it starts tearing at his face with its claws, spraying blood and bits of skin everywhere. The other boys reach the Ghost and start to stab at it with their switchblades. One manages to cut the arm pinning the first down, spraying grey blood out on himself. The Ghost snarls and snaps off the boy with the pipe, who's now screaming on the ground, clutching his torn apart face. The Ghost begins to stalk the other two boys, who are pressed against each other shoulder to shoulder, in circles. Its back is now to yours. It's about ten feet away from you.

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What do you do, man?
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Re: Eldritch Irony
« Reply #4 on: October 08, 2010, 11:38:36 pm »

Take the chance and sneak(Well it obviously has good hearing) as quickly as you can and CLUB the arm, or it's head. OR if it hears us and turns around yell for Jack to SHOOT IT already. Don't wait for him to do that though, make a very large sweep from where it is to the right(Or left?) so you can hit it for SURE.
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Re: Eldritch Irony
« Reply #5 on: October 09, 2010, 12:01:13 am »

Get around behind, then run in fast so that the thing doesn't have time to react.  Aim based on where the bloody switchblades are actually piercing flesh.  Keep hitting until the thing stops moving, then hit a little more.  Comment about the fact that if the three of them need you of all people to save the day, it's about time they take a look back at their lives and wonder what they are doing wrong, starting with their clothes and their choice of weaponry, but constructively expanding the list of flaws from there.
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Re: Eldritch Irony
« Reply #6 on: October 09, 2010, 07:07:10 pm »

You leap out from behind your boulder and charge the ghost. When you're steps behind it, it wheels its head around to see yours. You see all four circular yellow eyes bore into yours. That beast has nothing in it but pure hatred. What a chunt.

"Stab it, assholes!" you shout as you finish your charge. Within a moment, the other two boys are now cutting at the ghosts side with their knives, while it tries its hardest to position itself to defend against both you and the others. You see another splash of grey blood as a knife sinks into the right shoulder of the ghost. The prehensile hand on its back whips back and grabs ahold of the boy's hand that just stabbed it. Perfect. You leap forward just a little to the left of where you see the ghost, bringing your bat down hard. You hear a crunch as your bat depresses into the ghost's back, right above the arm, and just below the neck. The ghost you can see, a few feet to the right slumps forward and cries out angrily.

You pull your bat back above your head and get ready to bring it down again, but the ghost was too fast. It whips its arm towards you, swinging the boy it was holding on to directly at you like a teenflail. You grunt as he slams into you, and slide backwards. The ghost lets go of the boy and claws backwards at the last standing boy, managing only to tear through his shirt as he jumps back.

You put your fingers to your lips and cough. No blood. I guess your lungs are fine. Good deal. You're still on the ground with several hundred pounds of demonic feline thrashing about a few feet away. Gotta deal with that somehow.
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« Reply #7 on: October 09, 2010, 07:19:27 pm »

NEED MOAR DAKKA!

Hit the bitch till it stops moving, then hit it some more.

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Re: Eldritch Irony
« Reply #8 on: October 09, 2010, 08:32:52 pm »

Wonder why Jack isn't going to shoot the beast. Aim for it's inner elbow/knees of it's for limbs. You know, to incapacitate it. Then smash it and break those bones! No bones no movement, better for us! If we chicken out, there is always the reasonable thing to do. You know, run away before we get murdered.
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« Reply #9 on: October 09, 2010, 08:45:17 pm »

Jump.  Grab.  Close eyes.  Strangle.  Strangle more.  Strangle until you see white spots.  Check if beast is dead.  If so, collapse.  Comment that she should have been gentle, it was your first time.
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« Reply #10 on: October 09, 2010, 09:29:29 pm »

Hit it again, but try to break the arm on the back. That would weaken it, and all we would have to do is club it's brains out.
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« Reply #11 on: October 09, 2010, 10:16:35 pm »

You struggle to your feet, knuckles white around your wooden bat. You watch as the ghost relentlessly tears at the standing boy, who is trying as hard as he can to backtrack without dying. The boy on the ground next to you is moaning a little, and the first boy with the pipe is still writhing around shrieking.

You deliver a swift kick to the chest of the boy next to you. "Get up," you say. He grunts and then stands. "Here's what we're gonna do." you point to the third boy, who is now swinging his switchblide wildly trying to fend off the ghost's long arm. "You're going to go to the left and stab that thing. Got it?" He nods. "Good. Go." The boy moves in on the left just as you commanded. You rush to the right, and position yourself on top of a small dirt mound, so you have some height on the beast. You hear a disgusting squelch as the ghost leaps onto his prey, breaking his neck with one bite. The boy you sent to stab him stops in his tracks, horrifyed. The ghost snaps his head to its left, to look at the him, paralyzed in fear, blood dripping down his face.

Good show! You jump forward, now that the beast is completely facing away from you. You bring your bat down hard two feet left of where the back legs of the ghost should be. You feel a satisfying crunch head up the bat and to your hands. The back right leg of the ghost snaps, sending a splintering bone through the leathery skin. Wasting no time, you slam your bat two feet left of where you can see its back. Another crack. Then, you move a little forward and bring it down hard with both hand on top of its arm. And again. And again. Each blow you see the arm twist and crumple more. The ghost is collapsed on the ground now, unable to move. You walk a few more feet forward, raise your bat high above your head, and with all your weight plummet straight down. Grey blood sprays everywhere as you beat its head into an unreckognizable mass of blood and tissue. The ghost twitches a few times, so you bring the bat down again, this time sending two of its massive yellow eyes flying. You wait a second, panting heavily. The beast doesn't move any more. Suddenly, the image of where the beast is shifts to where it actually is.

You hear clapping behind you. Smilin' Jack is standing now. "Haha, who'd have thought little miss sunshine would be the one to bring her down?" he mocks. He walks up to you, you're still breathing heavily, your blue shirt now stained with thick grey blood. "Well, let's take this one home."

"What about the others?" Says the only standing boy left besides you. One other is on the ground, his neck at an impossible angle, mouth slightly agape. The other is still squirming, holding his bleeding face.

"Twigneck here is dead, and scratch-n-sniff is gonna be dead any minute now. If you want, you can give him some good ol fashioned euthen-... euthen-... fuck it. Just put him outta his misery."

You finally start to catch your breath, looking around at the carnage. You realize you haven't seen any bodies since the initial invasion. Something inside you reels at the sight of the dead and mangled bodies, but you're just too damn apathetic to pay any attention to it.

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« Reply #12 on: October 09, 2010, 11:09:18 pm »

Get the other guy to do it, he has a knife.
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« Reply #13 on: October 09, 2010, 11:20:54 pm »

I find his teaching methods to be disturbing.  It's hard for a corpse to put your lessons to use.  And that's one hell of a way to waste one of the precious few human lives left on this godforsaken planet.

Clearly we need to run far, far away from smilin' jack at the safest opportunity.
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« Reply #14 on: October 10, 2010, 02:19:46 am »

Get the other guy to do it and make a joke about how she should have been gentle, is your first time(was funny suggestion before)
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