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 Posted: Wed Oct 15, 2008 5:17 pm
GAME XXIV - DAY FIFTEEN: BEEEEEEEES!
So, it comes down to this. I either sit here in this inn the rest of my goddamn life, which'll be pretty short... Or I stand and fight. Eh, why not. If I'm dead anyways. Besides...
I got a promise to keep.
I twirl my revolvers, and leave the inn.
---
Kimilia sat in Hatmastown, enjoying the latest Larry Trotter movie on the newly bought DVD system, complete with ten DVDs. When she had arrived, the citizens had been crowding around, watching the final film of the Buccaneers of the Barbados Islands trilogy.
On the opposite side of the cell, the lonely Ginji sat playing a small trumpet, while behind him, Sibby jammed some Hendrix on guitar.
---
Choic loved Barton. The sky, the clouds, the trees, the grass... All wonderful in their own way.
He was out picking flowers, when the most curious voice seemed to whisper in his ear:
[So, in conclusion,
it's an optical illusion,
if you think that we're the weaker
race.]
This curious proclaimation was followed by the sound of buzzing.
Choic looked up, to see hundreds of bees, wasps and hornets flying straight for him.
He smiled.
He's not going to let himself go crazy. The Telepath won't scare him into doing something stupid.
Those bees...
He dove forward...
Do not exist!
Choic lay dead on the ground, his body being ravaged by every flying insect in the region.
Guess they were real.
---
Anael de Ezra awoke with a start. She was drenched in perspiration, though she knew not if this were from the heat or from fear. She was suspended around 10 feet above a vat of clearish-red liquid, which was bubbling away in a most merry fashion. The Crazy Killer stood nearby, and adressed this new victim.
"Welcome to my humble cellar. Here, I keep the finest assortment of wines, cheeses, weapons, machinery, and solvents. And it is my latest experiment in trying to create a powerful enough solvent to dissolve a body adequately that brings you down here."
Anael cried out, shouting curses and slanders in defiance.
"Now now," the CK interjected, "there's no need for that. Be glad, your death will be exquisite, and relatively painless if the solvent is as efficient as I would hope."
The CK pulled out a small Beretta, carefully aimed up at the hook on the ceiling that was holding the rope up, and then fired.
The bullet cleaved the fibre cleanly in two, and Anael de Ezra tumbled to the liquid below. The sound of the splash, though loud, was nothing compared to the tortured screams of the victim as she writhed and twisted in the solvent, burning with white-hot fire. Unspeakable pain, a relentless agony that seemed to accentuate itself in ever more vile ways, a torture that extended and continued. She could not have been left alive by the substance for more than a minute, but the very nature of her anguish produced a mental sensation as though time had ceased to exist. But soon, her spirit took the leap into the next world.
"A touch too weak." concluded the CK.
---
Kimilia has been jailed!
Choic has been MindSniped!
Anael de Ezra has been CK'd!
If I need to spell it out this late on,
you're too dumb to be allowed internet access.
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Posted: Wed Oct 15, 2008 5:18 pm
GAME XXIV- DAY SIXTEEN: Fine Cuisine and Temporal Curiousity
I walk through the suburbs south of Barton, and head for the main town. Around me, the buzz of activity still lingers. Ah, but for how long. Once those bastards have wiped out the main towns, they'll come for the army of stragglers here...
---
Respectful Rhino cried out at her captors.
"I KNOW WHAT YOU ALL ARE! I'M NOT STUPID! PLEASE, YOU KNOW WHAT'LL HAPPEN!"
Some of the townsfolk left, with the odd one cocking their head to the side in confusion, perhaps feigned, before also doing so.
Rhino stood rattling the bars most of that evening. The citizens of Hatmastown were too busy crowding around a newly delivered V-box390 console to really notice. Meanwhile, over in good old Ginjiopolis, Sibeiko had invented a new form of heavy metal, and Ginji chewed on a plank of wood.
Bellecat was meanwhile, freed from the opposite cell.
---
Fortenra Askasa was pleased. Everything was beautiful, marvelous and wonderful. Though most of the Gaians had screamed and worried these past two weeks, he had simply chosen not to worry, to be happy and giddy and gleeful.
Unwise.
As he sat on a bench by Barton's prominent fountain, dressed in the most ridiculous outfits for the sheer fun of it, he heard a voice, very audible. It did not whisper past his ear into his mind. It spoke with clear, cold intent from a few feet away.
"All in all,
You're just
Another brick in the Wall."
In that one moment, the Telepath visited the entirety of human existence upon Fortenra's mind. He saw everything that is, was, and ever would be. And there was him. The most picoscopic, insignificant of specks, a mere dot on a bigger dot in a sea of blotches.
The complete destruction of Fortenra's mind was alone, enough to end his life.
Meanwhile, at that precise juncture in time, less than 200 feet away in a small home in Barton located behind the town's popular chat bar, "The Forum", a single scream was silenced by the dullest of thuds.
---
"I wish I could say I was sorry about this."
The Crazy Killer stood over the body of Lady Rai.
"But hunger has all but dampened my sympathies."
The CK went about the delicate business of dissecting the latest victim. Carefully, her heart, liver, and lungs were removed, minced, and placed in a broth with onion, oatmeal, suet, spices, and salt already added.
Rai's stomach was then cut from her body, which was then dissolved, and the ingredients of this sinister stew were introduced once again to her innards. Slowly, surely, enticingly, the recipe simmered and boiled for over three hours.
And then, when this culinary delight had reached perfection, it was laid out on a very large plate.
The Culinary Killer admired this piece of art.
"A human haggis... simply beautiful."
Truly, there could be no higher honour than to have one's remains transformed to this.
'Twas possibly the greatest meal of the Crazy Killer's life.
Possibly.
---
Bellecat has been freed!
Respectful Rhino has been jailed!
Fortenra Askasa has been MindSniped!
Lady Rai has been... Haggis'd?
KILLERS, SEND THE NOTE.
PRIVATES, ATTEND THE VOTE.
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Posted: Wed Oct 15, 2008 5:19 pm
GAME XXIV - DAY SEVENTEEN: The Two Rippers
I march, somewhat recklessly, into Barton. Night is already falling. I'll sleep in the Boutique tonight, seeing as Ian owes me the favour.
Tomorrow... I will face my destiny. And I /will/ overcome it.
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Reels walked with a smirk into the jail cell, and casually waved goodbye to his former comrades. So what if he was jailed. Better in here than out there, after what happened to Fort and the others.
Hatmastown was dining on an assortment of fine foods, ranging from delicacies such as frog's legs and dog meat, to the humble bagel which Mayor Hattie now chewed on, tears streaming from his face due to its sweetness.
Ginjiopolis was unchanged. It looked like the owner had simply given up.
---
Bellecat walked at a quick pace towards towards the north gate of Barton, leaving the jail in the guilds building behind.
Upon hearing of the recent indescriminate killings, and that they had all been in Barton, she was fully intent on leaving as quickly as possible.
As she crossed the bridge, mere metres from freedom, she caught sight of the Telepath. Standing on the archway to freedom, their lips moved.
Belle heard the echoing voice, and the snaking cold sensation in the ear that had already preceded so many deaths.
It spoke a simple message, not all too dissimilar to the previous evening's.
[All in all,
you were all,
just bricks in The Wall]
In a true demonstration of power, the figure waved its arm in a sideways motion, and...
Belle's intestines were ripped seamlessly from her body.
She collapsed, her torment relentless.
It seemed, that given such free reign, the Telepath's power had extended beyond mental communication, and was taking on a more frightening kinetic aspect.
The Telepath left Bellecat to die that night, in the light rain of a summer evening in Barton Town.
---
Amigo_Amigo_Amigo was suspended in mid-air. Not by wires or ropes, but by four chains, each connected to a limb.
"Please, why?"
"Because," the CK replied, "I treat all my... friends... this way. And that is what you are. A friend. A pal. A chum. An... amigo."
The CK pulled the switch, and a slow, mechanical grating sound filled the air of the underground complex.
"It didn't have to be this way."
Eventually, the tension in the chains grew to the point where slowly, they began to pull at Amigo's limbs. The pressure, the pulling, became painful. Then agonising. Then intolerable.
Until...
"AGHHHHH!"
Amigo cried out in physical revulsion as his left arm was torn from its socket. A piece of bone stuck out awkwardly from the stump left near his shoulder, and blood sprayed in fire-hose proportions to the ground. Moments later, with a sickening pop, he lost his other arm. Both legs soon followed with an audible crunch.
"WHY, YOU b*****d!? WHYMRAAGGHHHH!"
Amigo's life left him.
The CK slowly descended. With the maddest of gleams in their eye, they ripped the corpse's torso open with their bare hands, and shoveled the still warm heart into their mouth. They beat at the lungs with their fists, tore chunks from the side of the liver, and with an almost indescribable rapture, tore the spinal column out and drank whatever biological beverage flowed down it, marrow, blood, spinal fluid and all.
This was Mecca to the Crazy Killer.
---
Reels has been jailed!
Bellecat has been MindSniped! And then some...
Amigo_amigo_amigo has been CK'd!
TOMORROW IS OUR CONCLUSION.
FUFUFUFUFU.
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Posted: Wed Oct 15, 2008 5:20 pm
GAME XXIV - FINALE: Firefights and Mass Murder
Tootsiefruity sat in the jail cell feeling utterly defeated.
Outside, the brightly coloured and strangely outfitted figure smiled through the bars.
And then... She waved her arms and the chaos began.
Tootsie began to feel lightheaded... she clutched at her chest, gasping for breath. She felt a deep, stabbing pain in her heart. She collapsed to the ground not moments later.
Nearby, Mayor Hattie choked on his bagel, and tumbled over one of the armchairs before succumbing to an identical fate.
Around her, all of the Telepath's victims were suffering heart failure. They vomited, cried out for their various gods, broke down in tears, one even committed suicide by guitarakiri.
And the Telepath smiled broadly.
When every living thing but her in that jailhouse was dead...
Gambol left the guilds building, and began to sing.
"This was a triumph.
I'm making a note here:
HUGE SUCCESS.
It's hard to overstate my,
satisfaction!"
---
"Where is she?" asked Autorevolver with enough gravel in his voice to line a highway.
"Probably in the jailhouse, taking care of our last... stragglers."
The CK drew a beretta.
"Just you and I now, 'Commander' Auto. I wonder if you even still know how to fight."
Autorevolver spat down to one side, and drew his Matebas.
"Only one way to find out. It's time. Let's end this."
The two figures stared each other down for a moment, and then...
Mercain twisted the beretta to firing position and took a shot. Autorevolver had already dived out of the way, but the reflexes of the killer did catch him off guard.
He rolled as he hit the ground, and returned fire. Spraying a volley of bullets at his would-be murderer, Auto twisted and returned to his feet. The shots had proven mainly inaccurate, though one appeared to have skimmed the flesh of Mercain's arm.
"Ack... damn you, old man !"
From nowhere, Mercain drew a knife and slung it at terminal velocity. It hit its mark, piercing Autorevolver's left cheek and causing him to cry out, but he stood his ground with defiance. He ripped the blade from his face, and cast it aside.
As the knife rattled hitting the ground, another noise became audible...
"This was a triumph.
I'm making a note here:
HUGE SUCCE--"
Autorevolver turned instinctively to his target, aiming in the direction of the voice.
Big mistake.
The CK calmly walked up to Autorevolver, placed the gun up to his head, and smiled.
"Too old for this game."
Mercain squeezed the trigger.
Fragments of Auto's skull blasted off in opposing directions.
He stood still for a moment, the body unable to communicate with the brain to realise what had just happened, but then...
Blood rocketed in all directions from the wound, spraying thick red blood all over Mercain, as his final victim fell to the ground, and remained forever immobile.
"--isfaction!"
Mercain walked to the Guilds building, and stared up to his ally.
"Victory is ours, my friend."
Gambol smiled down at the Crazy Killer for a few seconds, her eyes completely focussed upon him, and then opened her mouth. No sound came from her lips, and a chill of fear struck the Crazy Killer as he was struck by this single word, which echoed with such simplicity and ferocity in his mind.
[Ours?]
Every molecule in the Crazy Killer's body had its very bonds ripped apart. Cells deteriorated, particles detached, until eventually, Mercain was nothing more than an innumerable number of atoms, staying immobile for but a split-second.
But then the former Crazy Killer was scattered to the winds, their remains becoming a sadistic sort of pollen, falling all across Gaia.
Gambol smiled ever more widely.
"You... you were never in control."
---
GAME OVER!
THE KILLERS HAVE WON!
WHEEEEEWWW.
What a game.
I'll be posting my personal thoughts in a boring speechy thread in the main forum, so stay tuned for that. In the meantime,
PRIIIIIIVAAAAAATEEEES!
AT EASE!
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