Your character finds a campfire, and there's a few people settled around it. The people stationed at the campfire are fixated at it,and almost say nothing to you. You can (and any other players in the thread) talk to them as you wish. When you are done talking to them all, this event is over!
Character 1: A girl with long black hair. She stares into the campfire and continues to say the words she lied over and over.
Character 2: A balding, old man. He begins to recount a story about his past, about how he was a fisherman. All he fished up were dead bodies. He continues to talk about fishing up his friends. He continues to talk about his wife and how he fished her up too. The story gets more and more morbid.
Character 3: A small boy, maybe five years old. He is looking straight at you the entire time. As you approach him, he whispers I know why this is is happening. If you question him further he doesn't say anything. However if you bribe him with a food item (DISCARD IMMEDIATELY AFTER) he will take it and continue speaking. I am Peter Pan. You blink, and as you do, you realize it wasn't a child at all, but simply an skeleton corpse of a child.
When the event is over, add +10 infection to your character's infection meter
Posted: Sat Sep 26, 2015 8:39 pm
It was perhaps nothing short of a small miracle that she had found Dazs at all in this hellish fog. And she was not in a good way: slightly more irritable than usual and covered in blood at the front of her parkas (though she was quick to have told him that it wasn't hers, as if that was a comforting thought), Adelaide was clinging to her son perhaps a little more so than usual: half to make sure he was real and half to distract herself from the whispers. Along the way, she had been regaling him with tales of what she had witnessed up until they had managed to find each other again.
"I swear, those thorns are like magic weed," she tried to joke, her laughter thin but an attempt nevertheless. "Got me tripping faster than anything I ever took before. Weird daydreams I had since that time I accidentally mixed oxycotin and...s**t, I don't remember what I had back then..."
Her story was interrupted by the sight of a campfire. Almost instantly her demeanor became more closed off. "Almost would say that's a trap right there."
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[ Infection Rate ]: 35/100 Character's name: Adelaide St. Pierre Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:xxx Character's survival stats: xxx BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Stern faced, tough-loving, over the hill aged woman with graying hair tied back in a short ponytail and contrasting limpid blue eyes. 5'6" and on the thin side with a gauntness to her bony face especially. wearing a dark blue parka over a pink parka over a grey sweater.
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Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2015 11:52 am
Dazs had clung to his mother as well. It seemed that every time they found each other, Dazs grew even more afraid of the one day where he wouldn't find her. And actually, that the blood wasn't hers was comforting. It was becoming more and more easy to force himself not to care about people beyond his family and faction. Or perhaps it was simply that he cared for his family so much more. He clung to them like they were the last memories of the time before this whole... infection.
He listened to her raptly, injecting things here and there. And he told her about how, Red 7, who had been the one to buy him at the casino, had tried to strangle him, a rose growing out of one eye. He stumbled at the sight of the campfire.
"Might be a trap, mom, but if it's not... maybe they have supplies we can lift." He paused, thinking. "Wanna try?"
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Infection: 30/100 HP: 40/50 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]
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Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2015 12:42 pm
It was disturbing how many of them were encountering their own faction leaders and assistants out there like that in the fog. Adelaide kept asserting to her son that it was just a bad hallucination, however—it was the only thing that made sense. At least as far as she was concerned. Better to believe it was another trick of the mind than to believe somehow something had gotten to all of their important people generally around the same time.
She also highly doubt any of them would allow for bartering off resources, let alone gifting them. But light and life were strangely attractive here in the nearly miasmatic wasteland: even if they were practically all warning signs.
"Let's see what they have to say," she replied with a nod.
The old man looked so frail, it was hard not to want to try and crack a joke at him just to see a reaction. Adelaide hustled over, though she kept glancing at Dazs periodically, and tried to engage him with some (albeit forcibly) light hearted conversation.
"So, you're a fisherman, huh? Well you tell me a few whoppers and maybe you'll get me, hook, line, and sinker~" Even by her usual lines that was bad, but Adelaide was too shaken up to care about silly things like standards.
She realized her mistake when the man kept going on and on about all the things he had indeed fished up: trout, salmon, Dean, Xander, the kids, the wife...When the story had tapered off into a mumble, she backed away casually and cleared her throat.
"Well. If I ever get Alzheimer's, hope that's one of the first things to go."
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Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2015 4:34 pm
It didn't feel like a hallucination, but Dazs held his tongue, too content to at least be with his mom instead of argue with her. They approached the fire warily and Dazs felt his fingers twitch. It was easier to try and snatch and grab or pick-pocket in a moving crowd, but... Dazs groaned at his mom's pick-up line and elbowed her before heading over to the little girl.
"Hello, I-"
"She lied. She lied. She lied. She li-"
"Who lied? Are you okay?" The girl's voice increased in volume as he spoke, trying to drown out the sound of his own words.
"She lied. She lied. She lied. She lied. She lied. She lied. She lied. She lied. She lied. She lied. She lied. She lied. She lied. She lied. She lied. She lied. She lied. She lied. She lied. She lied. She lied. She lied. She lied. She lied. She lied. She lied. She lied. She lied. She lied. She lied. She lied. She lied."
Slowly, very, very slowly, Dazs backed away. The girl with long hair did not look at him, she did not even blink, but continued to stare into the fire, repeating those two words over and over. He lips more uniformly, and Dazs wondered when she breathed. Tearing his eyes away, he slid back over to Adelaide, who also looked vaguely disturbed.
"Mom... what's wrong with these people?"
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Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2015 11:03 pm
"Infection," she replied gravely, like that wasn't obvious. "Isolation. Breathing in the fog. Hell, there might be black magic going around for all I know." She probably wouldn't be phased at this point.
There was still one final boy who seemed even more eerie than the rest. Glancing at Dazs with a curious frown, she approached and leaned over to try and be closer to his size. "How about you, kid? You nuttier than a squirrel's winter cache?"
He was staring right at them. That was new. "I know why this is happening."
"Do ya." She had worked with kids, she knew how this worked. Adelaide produced a potato and offered it to him. "How's that then, eh?"
He nibbled on the spud idly, not seeming to need the nutrition. "I am Peter Pan" he said.
And Adelaide still barely blinked. "Sure you are, sweetie. But this isn't Neverland, it's more...Underland, I guess."
But then she realized she was talking to the corpse of a child, at which point the older woman just rolled her eyes to the bleak sky and sighed loudly.
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Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2015 11:44 pm
"A potato, mom?" Kids liked candy or shiny things or small toys.... not potatoes. He rolled his eyes as it seemed to work. Of course, when Dazs was done rolling his eyes, the kid had turned into a skeleton. A small squeak of alarm escaped his mouth before he could smother it.
