[ OUTSIDE- AT THE SHED ] (EMOTION: MADNESS) All your senses scream at you not to approach this shed. It is locked. A loud wailing voice continues to knock against the rusted chains of the shed. Hands, multiple, long hands, attempt to slide out from it. A sign crudely painted on the shed says [ INFECTED INSIDE - DO NOT APPROACH ]
A shadowy figure sat outside the shed, curled up into herself, laughing in a way that alternated between screaming high and wheezing low. Her shoulders shook violently, thorns protruding from her skin unevenly.
In another life, she'd worked at the candy store, an ever-present wildcat with a wide grin and a loud voice, now twisted into something shrill, something uneven. But now she was a monster, ugly and foreboding.
"Hello, children," she whispered, blood steadily dripping from her gaping maw, frothing at the lips. Her one green eye rolled, like a mad horse's. "Tell me about the things that live beneath your skin, the madness that lurks, the demons that snatch. Tell me how you paint the roses red, how you lost your head."
Each word was uttered in a sing-song tone, reminiscent of a nursery rhyme.
But as horrible as she looked, Red 7 did not attack.
Not yet.
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What will you do?
Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2015 7:25 pm
After wandering around inside the Hospital Ritsa had clearly derided she'd had enough of that. There however was one thing that clung to her mind as she wandered around slowly outside. "Not real." As if the figures she had seen of Eights was a fraud. It seemed evident in the way things seemed to come and go, and it was that encounter that made her very scared of her radio. Like the evil creatures were lurking inside the radio itself.
"Its all a lie, you just keep killing them. One by one, you're a monster. Little by little you will be devoured." The voices were still in her head, her skin still itched, and her fears ran rampant through her mind.
Her body shook with nerves that only seemed to be on fire. Rubbing her arm Ritsa wandered around until she paused at a strange door. There it was again, a strange familiar voice. Narrowing her eyes at it Ritsa read the sign. Clearing her throat she once again ignored the warnings, if she was infected there was no point in staying away from the other infected. Right? Gripping her knife carefully Ritsa pulled open the shed door and blinked as her eyes fell upon Red's face.
It was the green eyes that tipped Ritsa off. The same color that hid under Eights cracked helmet. "You're a fake of her too... right?" Ritsa asked raising her knife at the figure. Death seemed to follow her everywhere and yet the way Eights had vanished made her wonder if everyone she spoke to was just another hallucination.
Brandishing her knife she moved closer to red. "Where did you come from?"
HP: 45/50
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[ Infection Rate ]: 35/100 Character's name: Ritsa Tiblon Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link:Journal Character's survival stats: GO Ritsa TiblonView BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Slender build, Auburn hair that has been tied back into two separate braids reaching down to her hips. And blue eyes. She stands about 5'1''. Costume: What the avatar is wearing Rank: 3
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Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2015 7:37 pm
[Saul enters!] 'Saul' walked tatteringly, body still wet from the squirrel(?)'s blood. A strange voice, alternating between high-ptiched scream and low grumbling attracted him.
There is someone near the shed. Someone...'someone'? He recognizes the figure, but at the same time, didn't. ITCH ITCH ITCH Vigorously scratching his skin, he can see something black oozing from the insides- ITCH ITCH ITCH
She then asked about things that live beneath his skin-also other nonsense.
But one of her question clicks with the current 'aggressive him'
How you paint the roses red?
"SIMPLE." He answered, pointing at his blood-drenched face. "YOU SPILL FRESH BLOOD ON IT."
You're insane!
Have you lost your mind?
Well then, I'm out
HWAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHHAAHHAHAKILLKILLLKILLLLLLLL
HP: 48/50 DMG: 2d4-2
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[ Infection Rate ]: 055/100 Character's name: Saul Goodman Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link: Journal Character's survival stats: OK BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER S'all good, man!
Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2015 7:44 pm
He'd heard the laughter a mile away, that same now-familiar shrieking. It hurt. Dazs had hoped he and Red... well, hopes were meant to be dashed. There, outside the shed, was the thorny creature that maybe was Red, once upon a time. And nearby, Ritsa hovered - he watched in trepidation as she moved closer to Red.
"Ritsa, be careful - she's just like Eights." He paused a good distance away, listening to her nursery rhyme voice. Suddenly, Dazs began to sing, in a slightly off-key voice, the notes thin and untrained. But he stopped after a few lines, feeling impossibly silly. What was he doing? He rubbed his temples with one hand.
Infection: 30/100 HP: 35/50
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Character's name: Haagendazs St. Pierre Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: #86 BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER 15 year old boy. [x]
She stumbled towards Ritsa, shrieking with laughter, green eye glittering with shining malice. From her body burst forth vines and thorns, and a red rose in full bloom from her left eye socket, petals shaking with mirth.
"Hello, child," she crooned, the words half interrupted with giggling fits, horrible and mournful. "How do you know that you're not the one that's fake? They're the ones that have perished, hm?"
At Saul's words, she clapped her hands, and nodded her head with a creak, pleased...
"With blood. Do you want to share yours?"
Red snarled at Dazs, clicking her thorny fingers together. "Don't compare me to him, child. I am not a fraud."
WORLD BOSS ENCOUNTER
HP: 44/50 AUTO DAMAGE: 5 every time she is attacked! Special Effect: An older woman dressed as poison ivy, hunched low. Oddly, the plants that were once costume seem to be grown into her skin, vines weaving in and out of flesh, a stray flower blooming out of one eye socket. Graying red hair is unkempt and her one eye left glows a bright, eerie green. She clutches her head with both hands, her face frozen in a perpetual grin, bloody teeth on display. She emits high pitched, maniacal laughter rather frequently.
You must do at least 7 damage to repel this Boss! She will then go away on her own, and leave behind some nice rewards!
Ritsa's head turned back to regard Dazs. "Don't trust him. He's lying. He wants you to do his dirty work." The voices still nagged at her. Gripping her knife a little tighter Ritsa screamed and jerked back from Red as thorny vines shot out towards her. She knew better than to touch thorns. Especially after the radio broadcast. Knowing that these creatures weren't the people from the mall she had grown to care so much about Ritsa swung out at Red.
"Fake or not, no human has vines!"
HP: 40/50 Damage: 3
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[ Infection Rate ]: 35/100 Character's name: Ritsa Tiblon Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link:Journal Character's survival stats: GO Ritsa TiblonView BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Slender build, Auburn hair that has been tied back into two separate braids reaching down to her hips. And blue eyes. She stands about 5'1''. Costume: What the avatar is wearing Rank: 3
After having spent a little bit of time recovering from... his affliction, the Boss began to roam about to see what he could do. As he neared upon a shed, he heard what sounded like trouble. He crouched down, slowing his approach to get a better handle of what was going on exactly.
A few people he didn't recognize were fighting someone. No. Something. He gritted his teeth, then moved in to a better position. He wasn't going to waste his ammo on this one, but he figured he may as well do something about the creature. Some of his crew weren't in much better condition than he was. It was better to eliminate the threat while he had the chance.
Moving in closer, he soon came up and hacked down at it with his weapon.
HP: 35/100 Damage: 6
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Character's name: Magnus "The Boss" Fury Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: --HERE to search up your character and link to their bio! Make sure to plug in your character's ID. BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Brown hair, scarred face, patch over right eye. Might be mistaken as one of the prisoners, himself. Has an aura of intimidation. Weapon:Sniper rifle with a blade attachment, as well as a suppressor.
Her laughter got louder, echoing all around them, to a careening volume before coming to a sudden, stilted halt as the Boss dealt a sudden, strong blow.
Red hissed at him, lashing out at his very well defined chest, that she would have, under better circumstances, readily admired.
"We'll go deeper," she crooned, "down and down, down, until there's nothing left but thorn and vine, black and paint, varnish and ink--"
Red 7 stumbled off, vanishing into the fog.
For now.
WORLD BOSS ENCOUNTER
HP: 33/50 AUTO DAMAGE: 5 every time she is attacked! Special Effect: An older woman dressed as poison ivy, hunched low. Oddly, the plants that were once costume seem to be grown into her skin, vines weaving in and out of flesh, a stray flower blooming out of one eye socket. Graying red hair is unkempt and her one eye left glows a bright, eerie green. She clutches her head with both hands, her face frozen in a perpetual grin, bloody teeth on display. She emits high pitched, maniacal laughter rather frequently.
You must do at least 7 damage to repel this boss! She will then go away on her own, and leave behind some nice rewards!
Rathurue
Saul gets a Shovel (2d8-6)! Post in the item redeem thread!
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Ritsa gets a Flashlight! Post in the item redeem thread!
The Semblance of Unity
Daz gets a Juice Can! Post in the item redeem thread!
Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2015 10:37 pm
Dazs had watched blankly as the others attacked and were attacked in return. He knew he should rush forward, help, save them, but he watched. And, just like the last time, just like 8s, Red vanished. He pushed his knife back into the side pocket of his backpack. Dazs had not been needed, after all, and wasn't that shaping up to be the story of his life? It was funny, though, how she hadn't touched him, had in fact only attacking those that had attacked her.
It was useful information.
And having that information made him feel a little safer, a little more secure in himself. He wondered if Red, when she vanished into the fog, went down the rabbit hole. Twas brillig, and the slithy toves... Dazs shook his head fretfully. He tapped his pockets, and, without saying a word to the others, wandered off.
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Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2015 2:31 am
They were fighting against the old lady. They were BRUTALIZING THE OLD LADY.
AND IT FELT GREAT. The black blood...liquid something-from the cut vines splattered against the crudely cemented ground, making beautiful figures that looked a bit like Fibonacci's spiral- Only two of them moved in for attack, the remaining one was taking a safe distance, simply observing the others' movement.
And then it was done. No, someone severed their fun! Who's 'they'? I...no, US are Saul Goodman. They are not Saul.
It was a man 'he' didn't know. No, 'he' know; it was someone from the Prison faction. He chased away the prey-
THUNK.
Somehow, from underneath her dress the old lady dropped a shovel. A large shovel. How can this be there?
'Saul' looked between the small knife tightly held in his hand and the shovel alternatively.
[ OUTSIDE- AT THE SHED ] (EMOTION: MADNESS) All your senses scream at you not to approach this shed. It is locked. A loud wailing voice continues to knock against the rusted chains of the shed. Hands, multiple, long hands, attempt to slide out from it. A sign crudely painted on the shed says [ INFECTED INSIDE - DO NOT APPROACH ]
