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Nov 8, 2009 17:03:40 GMT -6
Post by Song Nai on Nov 8, 2009 17:03:40 GMT -6
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Nov 8, 2009 21:29:06 GMT -6
Post by Tbone110 The Amurican Bastard on Nov 8, 2009 21:29:06 GMT -6
It's always good to have the approval of the best friend, guess I'll talk with Bridget for a while. Your goal now determined, you limp toward the models with a smile spread across your face. Bridget casts a quick glance in your direction, the sight of you hobbling her way with a makeshift taking a moment to register.
"You're awake! June, this is him." She rushes and nearly tackles you to the ground, hugging you tightly with both arms. "A-a-ow! Not so tight, I'm not healed yet. That last fight really did a number on me." You attempt a hearty smile, failing miserably as you instead wince from the pain. "Oh, I'm sorry. Let me make it a bit better." Bridget dons her seductive countenance once more, drawing you in for a romantic french kiss.
She allows the session to continue for a rather lengthy amount of time, garnering stares from the other patrons of the Safe Room. After parting lips, she pulls you to the crate her best friend is resting upon. "God Bridg, come up for air why don't ya? Still the same as always. At least it's nice to see this hell on Earth hasn't changed things. Before she starts sucking lips with you again, I'm June Taggart, nice to meet you." She extends a courteous hand, which you graciously accept.
"Back at you, June. So you're Bridget's friend, eh? How long have you two known each other?" You say in an attempt to make small talk. "Quite a few years now. We've known each other since our Sophomore year of high school. We first met when her shorts fell down in the middle of a volleyball game, all the guys in the stands wolf whistled her out of the room." June giggles while revealing this embarrassing tidbit, Bridget, on the other hand, turns blood red and turns aside.
"June, you swore not to tell that to anybody!" She snaps, which only causes her blood to rush further. "Look, she's as red now as she was then!" June nearly laughs herself to the floor, but she clutches her bandages in pain as a jolt shoots throughout her body. "Whoa, calm down now, we don't want you reopening those wounds. Isabella did a great job of patching you up though." You observe, Bridget nods in agreement.
"It's been nice chatting with you June, but I need to borrow Bridget for a moment. That okay with you?" She winks to her embarrassed friend before sending them off with a wave. "What do you need?" Bridget inquires once you have pulled her aside. "Are these the only survivors?" You ask, casting a solemn veil over the mood. It had to be asked sooner or later, and I need to know if now anyone else made it.
Bridget is reluctant to discuss it at first, but you ease her troubles with a bit of encouragement. "As you can see, Zack and Janet were killed when overwhelmed by cultists. They slit his throat and stripped her clothes off before....before stabbing her dozens of times. Then they cut Kelly's head off while she was still screaming..." She gags as the memories resurface, her eyes reflecting her melancholy state. "What I saw Cindy and two others with her, what happened to them?" You urge her to proceed.
"It was too chaotic for us to do anything, they drugged them with some kind of powder and carried their unconscious bodies away. I think they plan to sacrifice them in some kind of ritual soon." You wipe away a tear trickling down her cheek, comforting her with a soft kiss in the same spot. "That's what John and Isabella are doing, aren't they? Looking for the others? Speaking of which, Scythe still hasn't come back, has he?" You suddenly recall the mercenary's task, hoping that he was successful and on his way back now.
"Oh my god, I forgot all about him. Nobody's seen him that I know of, I hope he found Jessie and that they're both all right..." While she searches for the next few words, a cry of pain enters your ears. Looking over your shoulder, you see the old man has impaled Kay in the stomach and witness him twist the blade before withdrawing it. "Now my children!" He shouts, tossing his cane to the ground and rising easily to his feet.
The last sight before darkness comes is a tide of yellow descending upon you....
Once more, you awaken from your slumber. God damn, how many times am I going to black out?! This is getting ridiculous. And where the hell has Kisk gone? You run through these thoughts a few more times, not realizing where you are. The fog in the air, the ashen stench, and the gray streets seem all too familiar. "Oh fuck me harder, how the hell did I end up back here?" You shout, releasing a bit of the frustration that had begun to build.
You are standing in front of the house Cynthia claimed she grew up in as a child. Hell, it's almost like I...never...left... You begin to climb the creaky stairs to enter the house, but a man stops you by calling from behind. "So you have come yet again. This is surprising, we hardly ever have repeat visitors. Those that survive the first trip are not so eager to return." He tells you, he possesses a foregin accent, one you are unable to place.
"Just who the....." You see only the hazy air upon turning your head. You have been through far too much to be fazed by this parlor trick; therefore you brush aside this odd incident and continue onward. The door to the house is locked and you are feeling far too fatigued to create an entrance, forcing you to abandon this lead for now.
While walking the streets, you stumble across an out place object. What's this? You pick up the black object, which feels smooth to the touch. You run your hands along it until realizing it is comprised of leather. You determine that it is a boot yet it seems extremely familiar. "This belongs to Bridget!!" The rhinestone encrusted B running along the zipper is the giveaway.
She's here too, how?! What the fuck is going on here? "That answer will come in due time, Infested One. For now, you must make a choice. You have two mates who share affection for you, quite an admirable feat I must say. But I'm afraid this has distracted you from your true purpose. Therefore, I require that you sacrifice one in order to free the other." The man's voice echoes all around you yet he is nowhere to be seen.
"Where the hell are you? What the fuck are you talking about?" You shout to the heavens. "All in due time as I stated before. You must choose though, speak aloud the name of the one you wish to sacrifice....." His voice trails off into nothingness, leaving you completely perplexed.
Vitality: 60%
Entourage: Nobody
Weapon (2 max): Nothing Inventory (4 max): Nothing Current level: 11
A) Humor him, say Bridget's just for the hell of it
B) Play along, say Cynthia's name to satisfy the voice's ploy
C) Question the voice, you need more to go on before deciding a course of action
D) Ignore the disembodied voice, you should resume your search for Bridget
All right, these next few updates will influence the entire story so get to choosing.
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Nov 8, 2009 22:15:55 GMT -6
Post by Roger on Nov 8, 2009 22:15:55 GMT -6
I'ma go A......
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Nov 9, 2009 18:29:46 GMT -6
Post by Song Nai on Nov 9, 2009 18:29:46 GMT -6
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Nov 23, 2009 23:22:35 GMT -6
Post by Tbone110 The Amurican Bastard on Nov 23, 2009 23:22:35 GMT -6
Because I'm in to the mood to update, I had to flip a coin to break the tie. C was the victor. Also, this won't be the greatest nor the lengthiest due to a bit of a hiatus.
"You can't seriously expect me to make a decision like this, can you?!" You shout once more to the otherworldly voice. "So that is your choice? Very well then, it shall be done.........."
The voice lingers before fading away, at this point the surrounding mist begins to thicken at an alarmingly visible rate. You attempt to wade through the zero visibility but can see absolutely nothing. After a short span of mindless wandering, the mist suddenly swirls around you before turning pitch black. The darkness engulfs you, lifting you higher and higher until it whisks you away to parts unknown....
".....He's coming to." A whiny voice says over you. "Right on time, bring him to me." This person's voice is unmistakable, Sean has revealed himself once again.
Two raincoat clad men jerk you to your feet then drag you across a darkened room. "Before we proceed, bring them to me." He orders. One of the subordinates promptly obeys, exiting the room before entering with two struggling forms. Bridget and Cynthia, what is he playing at?
You already know who they are, robbing Sean of the satisfaction of seeing your surprised face. "Do you not care what happens to them?" He asks, attempting to goad a response out of you. "Of course I do, but I won't allow you the pleasure of witnessing my pain." You snap, stirring the anger of your capture.
"Your insolence is not unexpected." He quickly regains his composure, donning a detached demeanor to avoid losing face before his subordinates. You've managed to create a hole in his defenses, the men subduing you are beginning to whisper thoughts of doubt. After all the casualties they've suffered, they're finally starting to think Sean might not be up to the task of leading them...
Vitality: 70%
Entourage: Nobody
Weapon (2 max): Nothing Inventory (4 max): Nothing Current level: 11
A) Dishearten your captors, if you voice more passive objections against Sean they may very well turn on him
B) Remain silent, Sean is standing dangerously close to Bridget and Cynthia
C) Attempt to break free, you have had enough of Sean's deranged antics
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Nov 25, 2009 8:21:29 GMT -6
Post by Roger Stone on Nov 25, 2009 8:21:29 GMT -6
I'm for some reason thinking B would be the wiser choice, but I can't sit there and do nothing...
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Nov 25, 2009 21:38:14 GMT -6
Post by Song Nai on Nov 25, 2009 21:38:14 GMT -6
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Nov 29, 2009 15:11:19 GMT -6
Post by praetorian on Nov 29, 2009 15:11:19 GMT -6
I'm going with A.
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Nov 30, 2009 0:03:17 GMT -6
Post by Tbone110 The Amurican Bastard on Nov 30, 2009 0:03:17 GMT -6
Just sitting here, waiting for Sean to end this won't solve anything. My best bet is to dishearten them, maybe I can even convince them to turn on their master...
"After everything you've put us through, you still feel the need to gloat about it all, don't you Sean? I can see it in your eyes. Why don't you just finish it like your cronies want you to?" You bark at him from across the room. Your detainers straighten at the mention of themselves, looking directly to Sean for an answer.
He glares at you with an intense hatred, his breathing becoming very heavy as he trudges to your location. "Don't you dare speak to me in such a tone, you insolent knave!" He finally loses his temper, backhanding you in an act of rage. Your head jerks to the right, hiding your devious smirk from his eyes. "Is that the best you can do?" You defiantly prod, spitting a small glob of blood at his feet.
"For this, you will suffer slowly at my hand. Drake, retrieve my blade." He orders in a rabid voice. The cultist who brought Bridget and Cynthia into the room obeys out of pure fear, Sean's demented gaze ensures that. "What are you doing, Master?! The ritual demands that his blood not be spilled until the final hour!" The burly man on your left shouts.
"Do not question me! I know how the ritual goes, I wrote the damn book! Now raise him up, I will begin from the bottom and work my way up." He now slobbers all over you while beginning to speak incoherently, proving to his minions that he has indeed lost his mind.
"You've gone insane, you'll doom us all! I'll not stand for this, you are no longer fit to lead us." The burly cultists throws your arm aside, stepping forth to oppose his former master. "You dare to defy me as well? You do have a death sentence. Joe, extinguish the pitiful flame of your former brother." He orders of your remaining captor.
".....No." He utters defiantly as well, releasing your arm to join his comrade. "You have led us most of our brethren to their deathbeds. It is obvious the divine right is no longer with you, Sean. Step down and we may not have to kill you." Joe begins to charismatically rally further opposition. Three other cultists join him at his side, leaving Sean with five followers.
"You are outnumbered, Joe. I should have seen through your ambition long ago. No matter, your rebellion will be quelled before it has had a chance to begin. Slaughter the lot of them!" Sean yanks his sword out of Drake's hand and drives it through the heart of one of his once loyal minions.
Chaos ensues as blood runs in tides throughout the small room, affording you the cover you need. Utilizing it properly, you manuver unnoticed to Bridget and Cynthia. "Stay quiet and follow me." You whisper to the women while untying their gags and restraints.
With both of them in tow, you escape the carnage the cultists had unleashed upon one another. You find that they had the three of you detained in a storage area off the beaten path in Leisure Park. "Glad that's over with. If we're lucky, they'll all kill each other." Slim fucking chance of that happening though, considering my run of luck...
"We have to go back, I saw where they had taken the others." Cynthia blurts once you've caught your breath. "Is that safe though? They're still slicing each other up down there, maybe we should wait a while." Bridget counters, obviously reluctant to jump back into the fray.
They look to you for a decision, it is obvious they don't want to argue. Damn it all, of course it falls on my shoulders.
It's time to choose between Bridget or Cynthia. The coming updates will either futher your approval with them or lessen it. A tryst is still possible, but YOU will have to play your cards extremely carefully in order for it to happen.
Vitality: 75%
Entourage: Bridget: 80% Cynthia: 80%
Weapon (2 max): Nothing Inventory (4 max): Nothing Current level: 11
Here's where the fates of the remaining characters will begin to be decided as the end approaches....
A) Do as Cynthia suggested, the others might not last long in the carnage down below
B) Be cautious as Bridget advised, it won't hurt to recuperate for a moment
C) Leave them behind, they can get themselves to safety
D) Send Cynthia down by herself, if she is so worried she can see to them herself
E) Abandon both of the women, you've lugged them around long enough
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Nov 30, 2009 0:07:24 GMT -6
Post by Song Nai on Nov 30, 2009 0:07:24 GMT -6
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Nov 30, 2009 14:21:44 GMT -6
Post by Roger teh Guest on Nov 30, 2009 14:21:44 GMT -6
A.
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Nov 30, 2009 14:55:12 GMT -6
Post by Tbone on Nov 30, 2009 14:55:12 GMT -6
So I'm bored here at work and have been thinking of ways to spice up the story. I think that for a few of the characters, I'll leave their fates in everyone's capable hands. I won't list every character so I can have a few scapegoats of my own, but all the characters in the following list are open season :
Diana Ann East June Taggart Jessie McCarney Scythe Cindy Lennox Alyssa Ashcroft Isabella Keyes (Only for a short time) Veronica Stark (Only for a short time)
The way to do this is to simply copy and paste the list then to the side write the fate you would like that character to encounter.
Exp: Diana: Live Ann East: Die June Taggart: Zombified
Those aren't the only possible fates, they were merely examples.
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Nov 30, 2009 19:39:47 GMT -6
Post by Roger Stone on Nov 30, 2009 19:39:47 GMT -6
Jessie McCarney: Live Cindy Lennox: Live
They deserve it for once. Especially since this is the one that's actually going to get to end. =P
The rest can go either way, although I'd prefer they make it...
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Nov 30, 2009 23:37:26 GMT -6
Post by praetorian on Nov 30, 2009 23:37:26 GMT -6
A.
Cindy Lennox: Live.
Everyone else's fate is sort of meh to me. But I'd like to see her survive at least once.
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Dec 2, 2009 0:56:09 GMT -6
Post by Tbone110 The Amurican Bastard on Dec 2, 2009 0:56:09 GMT -6
Grudingly, you concede that Cynthia has a point. "If we don't help them, they'll be slaughtered alongside the cultists, I'm sure of it. "Bu-" Bridget attempts to argue but you stop her with a cold gaze. "I know you don't want to go back in as soon as we reach safety, but June's down there as well. Do this for her Bridget, please?" You ask softly.
She bites her lip while nodding. "For her." She takes up the task of recalling the elevator, Cynthia looking around nervously in the meantime. "What's wrong, Cynthia? Don't worry, we'll save them." You reassure her. "That's not it, I can't shake the feeling that we're being watched." She continues to scan the area but is unable to find anything conclusive.
I feel it too now that she mentions it. I bet he's observing us right now, but that'll have to wait. More urgent matters required my undivided attention.
A swift ding signifies the arrival of the elevator. "Ladies first." You sweep your arm in an exaggerated manner for Bridget and Cynthia to occupy it first. "All right Casanova, but keep your head on straight. We didn't come this far to be taken prisoner again." Bridget quips, still obviously on edge.
"Did they do anything to y'all while I was out? I swear if they did..." You crack your knuckles loudly, the bones popping as they loosen. "Luckily you got us out of there before they did. But I heard in their voices and saw it in their eyes, they intended on laying us out across a table and gutting us once they were done with you..." Bridget trails off, a shiver creeping down her spine as the thought enters her mind.
"But it didn't happen, that's the important thing. He got us out of there before anything could happen; you have to be positive, Bridget. Come on, show me that bright smile." Cynthia takes it upon herself to comfort the downtrodden woman.
"I would, but this all seems so hopeless! I've done my best to remain positive even when it everything else had gone to hell. It was just too much to finally be reunited with June then immediately ripped a-apart." Uncontrollably, Bridget begins weeping amidst the elevator ride.
"I'm glad you're finally letting it out Bridget. It's unhealthy to keep things bottled up like that. Just let it all out before the doors open, okay?" Your somewhat harsh comment actually elicits an odd giggle from her, which serves to lift her mood. Cynthia leans in close to comment, "Could you try to be a little more sensitive?" She playfully slaps you on the arm before assuming a serious attitude.
"Here's the plan. Cynthia, you point out the way from behind while Bridget brings up the rear. We're completely unarmed so be as silent as possible, we can't afford to attract any attention if the fighting has stopped already." You cautiously peer outside the elevator before stepping off, giving the all clear signal to the women afterward.
Cynthia guides the three of you through a winding series of narrow hallways, finally stopping before a sturdy metal door. "They were leading most of the others into this room before they separated us. I hope they're still okay." She says as you test the strength of the door. "They're okay, they have to be..." Bridget whispers reassuingly to herself.
"The damn thing won't budge!" You shout, frustrated as the door holds despite your best efforts. "Who's there?" Someone asks from the other side in a very frightened voice. "Cindy?! Can you hear me? Are you okay and is anyone else in there with you?" You glue your ear to the door to hear her better. "Barely, I'm okay. John and a few more people are in here with us. They took most of the others away over an hour ago." She replies albeit muffled.
"Do a roll call, I want to know exactly who's missing." You order of the waitress, who does her best to oblige you. A few minutes later, she has your results. "The only ones left here are myself, John, Veronica, and Isabella." Damn, June isn't here.
"All right, that's good. Can you tell me who they took away before?" You ask of her next. She ponders the question before answering, "They took that woman in the pink dress, Diana I think her name was. They also dragged Ann and June out with her. They kept rambling on about preparing a ritual. They also had odd looking knives. I could tell that they were recently sharpened by the way they gleamed." She finishes her explanation, answering your question exactly. Motherfucker, we might be too late.
"Wait, what about Frank?" Cynthia diverts your attention before Cindy can answer. "The fighting is getting closer, I can hear it just around the corner." She warns, the clang of metal now unmistakably close. Shit, Cindy has told me which way they took 'em yet.
"Come on, we've got to move!" Bridget exclaims, the cultists' shadows now visibly dancing in the corner.
Affection rating: Cynthia: 100% Bridget: 95%
Vitality: 75%
Entourage: Bridget: 80% Cynthia: 80%
Weapon (2 max): Nothing Inventory (4 max): Nothing Current level: 11
A) Chance it and find out which way they took the others, you can't just wander around aimlessly
B) Flee the area, you have nothing but your bare hands to combat them
C) Stand your ground, if you deal with this batch of cultists now they can't harass you later on
D) Use your powers, the cultists would stand no chance if you did so (-20%)
Decisions, decisions....
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Dec 2, 2009 11:45:17 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Dec 2, 2009 11:45:17 GMT -6
A, stumbling around in the dark is for imbeciles.
I forgot to post how I want the characters' fates to turn out.
Diana: Placed in peril Ann East: Placed in peril June Taggart: Die Jessie McCarney: Zombification Scythe: Live Cindy Lennox: Live Alyssa Ashcroft: Zombification Isabella Keyes (Only for a short time): Placed in peril if it's still active Veronica Stark (Only for a short time): Placed in peril if it's still active
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Dec 2, 2009 15:17:18 GMT -6
Post by Roger Stone on Dec 2, 2009 15:17:18 GMT -6
A...
And Jesse needs to live at least once...
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Dec 4, 2009 2:23:20 GMT -6
Post by Basil on Dec 4, 2009 2:23:20 GMT -6
Errrr...A
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Dec 4, 2009 21:47:26 GMT -6
Post by Song Nai on Dec 4, 2009 21:47:26 GMT -6
Diana: Placed in peril Ann East: Placed in peril June Taggart: Critical state Jessie McCarney: Tied up and rendered useless for current fight Scythe: Live but slightly injured Cindy Lennox: Live but will be moderately injured Alyssa Ashcroft: Unconscious and in peril Isabella Keyes (Only for a short time): Unconscious Veronica Stark (Only for a short time): Unconscious
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Dec 4, 2009 21:48:05 GMT -6
Post by Song Nai on Dec 4, 2009 21:48:05 GMT -6
Sorry, also meant to say I vote A
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Dec 4, 2009 23:13:04 GMT -6
Post by Tbone110 The Amurican Bastard on Dec 4, 2009 23:13:04 GMT -6
It won'd do us any good to stumble around aimlessly. "Which way did they take them, Cindy? We have to know now, the cultists are almost here!" You demand once more. "I'm trying to think, it was dark when they carried them off." She cries, thinking unclearly due to the pressure. "Who's down there?" One of the cultists inquires, you've been spotted. "It's the Destroyer with the Vessels! Hope is not lost! Throw aside your differences, we have to focus on recapturing them!" A charismatic minion shouts, rallying the splintered faction together once more. Fucking A!The Cult bans together for a unified onslaught, cluttering the thin hall with their bodies. "They took them to the holding cells! Turn left from the this door and at the end of the hall, go right until you find a big shutter. They'll be on the other side." Cindy finally recalls, though she is too late. The cultists descend upon the three of you in a rain of blinding yellow. "Let her go!" You growl, bringing your fist down upon the arm of one foolish enough to grab Cynthia. "Behind you!" She warns, helping you to narrowly evade the swipe of a knife aimed at your throat. You kick off the ground with both feet, your head meeting his chin with a loud clack!"Aaah, stop that!" Bridget screams as she is overcome by a dozen hands then lifted off her feet. They attempt to carry her away until a bloodcurdling scream leaves her lips. No...One of the cultists becomes swept up in the frenzy of battle, not realizing what he has done until it is too late. A raincoat clad man of short stature stands beneath Bridget, his hand attached to a knife that has been driven into the center of her spine. "What have you done?!" One of them exclaims in disbelief. "I-I didn't mean to, I thought we were out to kill them!" He attempts to defend himself but his former cohorts swarm him, sinking their blades into his flesh. "Gah.." Bridget gags, still suspended in the air by four cultists. "B-Bridget?" Cynthia stutters, tears welling up in her eyes. "Rragh!" You scream, a deadly rage bulding up deep within. This is why I wanted you to sever the ties...A blanket of crimson is the only image you recall seeing after you come to. "What happened?" You ask in a daze, oblivious to the sea of bodies strewn before you. "You went berserk and killed everyone." Cynthia calls from behind, cowering in fear over a body. "All I saw was red then I blacked out. Where's Bridget?" You snap, her piercing scream still ringing in your ear. "H-here." She says, standing up to reveal the body. Bridget's face has lost most of its color and her eyes are locked in a stony gaze. "Wh-She..." You can only stutter as you walk like a zombie toward her body and cradle her head in your arms. "I-I-I can't believe it....Af-after ev-everything that's hap-hap...Nooooooo!" You bellow to the cold ceiling, forcing Cynthia to shield her ears. Her golden hair still smells of roses as you cup a bundle of strands in your hand. How could this happen? I saved her so many times before only for her to be done in when we were on our way to save everyone...You cry yourself dry while still holding Bridget's beautiful body in your arms, replaying the scene of her death over and over in your mind. Cynthia finally places a hand on your shoulder, causing you to look up at her with puffy eyes. "You weren't the only one to care for her, she was such a wonderful person." On that note, the Latina acts as your steadfast shield in the turmoil of your mind. You can only grieve for so long though before it does nothing to relieve the pain. "We should find the others now, Bridget wouldn't want you crying like this." Cynthia says after an appropriate amount of time. "You're right, Cynthia. But we can't just leave her here, she deserves better." You grudgingly reply, looking away from the model's body once again. "She does and we will give her a proper burial after we find the others. She'd want us to get June to safety first." She lifts your head with a gentle finger, placing her warm lips to yours while pulling you away from the tragic sight. Don't think this is over, I'll avenge you Bridget. None of this would have happened if it weren't for that psycho, Sean.The shutter is precisely where Cindy said it would be. "I'll handle this." You advise Cynthia to back up, you don't currently have the paitence to look for the way to open it. With two haymakers you punch through the metal as easily as paper, feeling a slight drain in strenth, and rip it open. "I'll go first. Stay close." You say gruffly, Cynthia obeys with no objections. The room is full of makeshift cages, each built from scrap and containing nothing. "God damn it! We're too fucking late." You punch the ground in frustration, bloodying your knuckles as you pound the ground. "Stop it, that's not solving anything. Just look around before you jump to conclusions." Cynthia says, acting as the voice of reason yet again. "You're right. I need to pull myself together, no one else is going to die on my watch." You state with newfound conviction. No one.A fair bit of sleuthing uncovers a trail you are able to follow. It consists of several articles of ripped clothing, most likely from the women as they resisted. "What the hell is all this?" Cynthia gasps once the trail lets out into a hidden room. Several devices have been rigged with deadly objects, one containing a heavy anvil suspended over an altar. Another is a flat table with restraints at the head and base, they are connected to wheel that will stretch them if pulled. Set up in both of these torture devices are Ann and Diana. Ann is lying under the anvil, her mouth gagged as she struggles in vain with the leather strap around her neck and waist. Diana cries as the restraints jingle around her wrists and ankles, limp for now. Her dress has been ripped completely off, leaving her lying only in her bra and panties. Small bruises dot her body, the cultists must have their way with her before hand... (A picture of Diana for any of you perverts who are interested: forums.pelicanparts.com/uploads15/Charity31252011623.jpg ) "There's June." Cynthia brings your attention to a chair at the rear of the room. June is unconscious in what you deduce to be an electrice chair. Her head hangs limp within its globe, which is mostly primed to be fired off at any time. "How should we do this? I don't see anyone around but we need to be careful." Cynthia observes, you're already calculating several ways to approach this delicate scenario. As you watch, the restraints holding Diana begin to turn from a remote location. She screams as the gag in her mouth renders her silent. Vitality: 75% Entourage: Bridget: DEAD Cynthia: 70% Weapon (2 max): Nothing Inventory (4 max): Nothing Current level: 11 A) Unstrap Diana quickly, she won't last long B) Free Ann, the anvil is making you uncomfortable C) See to June first, Bridget would want you to do so D) Watch a bit longer, perhaps someone will reveal themselves if you wait E) Leave them, you'd rather get out of there with Cynthia while you still have the chance Now then, if you choose A-C, what should Cynthia do? 1) Assist Diana, she has been through enough 2) Help Ann, the anvil is dangling rather dangerously 3) Free June, Cynthia can do so while you see to someone else 4) Stay back, you'd rather her not be out in the open All right, here goes with the next batch of characters....
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Dec 4, 2009 23:45:46 GMT -6
Post by Song Nai on Dec 4, 2009 23:45:46 GMT -6
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Dec 5, 2009 12:35:00 GMT -6
Post by Kong The Jester on Dec 5, 2009 12:35:00 GMT -6
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Dec 5, 2009 12:46:53 GMT -6
Post by Bastion on Dec 5, 2009 12:46:53 GMT -6
C 1
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Dec 5, 2009 13:04:01 GMT -6
Post by bromon on Dec 5, 2009 13:04:01 GMT -6
Aw man, Bridget died? ![???](http://www.nvnews.net/vbulletin/images/smilies/zombie2.gif) That majorly sucks, I would've preferred her to live over Cynthia.... I guess I'll keep voting even though my favorite character has been killed. Cynthia has some major slack to pick up if she's going to replace her as my favorite female character. As for the fates, I'll add to the list if I'm still able to. Jessie McCarney: Put in danger one last time Scythe: Live Cindy Lennox: Live just like everyone else Alyssa Ashcroft: What Song said Isabella Keyes (Only for a short time): Put in danger Veronica Stark (Only for a short time): Put in danger As for the choices this time, I have a feeling A3 would work out better. I don't know why, it's just in my gut.
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Dec 5, 2009 13:16:44 GMT -6
Post by Roger on Dec 5, 2009 13:16:44 GMT -6
B1... Poor Bridget...
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Dec 5, 2009 14:35:46 GMT -6
Post by praetorian on Dec 5, 2009 14:35:46 GMT -6
Despite the fact that B1 has already won, I think I'll go with C 1.
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Dec 5, 2009 14:53:58 GMT -6
Post by Tbone110 The Amurican Bastard on Dec 5, 2009 14:53:58 GMT -6
"Cynthia, you help Diana. I'll get Ann out from under that anvil." You decide after enough deliberation. "Right, let's move quickly." The two of you dart out of the shadows silently, remaining silent as you snake your way to Ann.
"Shh, keep your voice down. I'll free you while Cynthia gets Diana." You whisper in an attempt to calm her. Ann continues to struggle, motioning back to June for some odd reason. "Yeah, I see her. We'll set her loose right after we've got you and Diana." You reply as you begin to work on the strap at her neck.
"Mmmm!" She exclaims, shaking her head side to side as though telling you no. "What's your problem? Keep quiet before you alert someone." You bark, allowing your emotions to get to you once again. Calm down, she's probably just hysterical. I'll keep the gag in her mouth until she's completely free.
You drop the loosened straps and begin work on the next set. You glance over to Cynthia, who has just about freed Diana. Ann slings her head around frantically, making the process of freeing her more difficult than it should be. You keep your complaints silent as the last strap falls limp.
Ann immediately shoots up, ripping the gag out of her mouth. "They've got the chair primed to shock June!" She blurts too late. "You made a fatal error, Fallen One. Now the young woman will pay the price!" A voice booms from all around as someone speaks from out of view.
You hear a faint buzz as though something is powering up after the voice fades. June! The chair fires to life as electricity surges throughout the unconscious model's body. "Good god!" Cynthia gasps as June convulses without a sound. Her skin chars and bubbles while thousands of volts stream through her.
After a minute of this horrific sight, power to the chair is shut off. The final result is June's darkened and charred corpse, now unrecognizable. "J-June..." Diana cries as she leans on Cynthia's shoulder. "You bastard, why didn't you listen to me?!" Ann growls in anger, swiping at you with her nails. Her red nails rake your face, clawing away a bit of skin on your right cheek.
You feel three, thin streams of blood dribble down your face as they drip to the ground. "You killed her." Ann snarls as Diana and Cynthia merely watch. Your lover has had enough however.
"How dare you say that!" She slaps the shit out of Ann, flooring the reporter after placing Diana down gently. "Ah!" She gasps in surprise, holding her cheek as Cynthia towers over her. "Listen here Queen Bitch, this man has saved more lives than you could count these past few days. In fact, we wouldn't have found you if not for him. You'd probably be walking around with the rest of those undead fucks by now in that scenario. He should have left you strapped to that table and let the anvil fall on you." She rambles until Ann can only stare at the ground in defeat.
"That wasn't necessary, I could have handled her." You tell Cynthia after pulling her aside. "I'm tired of seeing you punish yourself though. You're not the only one who's hurting. It pains me to see you like this." She tells you softly, kissing you gently on the cheek before returning to Diana.
You finally have a chance to survey the damage on the last remaining model. Cynthia managed to free Diana before the torture rack could do much damage, but it was still able to put the hurt on her. Her left leg is a bright red at the knee, there's no way she'll be able to walk without assistance.
Your short period of recuperation is once again interrupted by the loudspeaker. "Now is finally the time for your death. Release the damned!" Several shutters rise in the darkened room before a unified groaning echoes from everywhere. "We're surrounded by zombies." You remark, able to see them with your enhanced eyesight.
They draw near until the others are able to see them as well. A select few of them catch a whiff of the charred model and feast on her cooked flesh. I'm-I'm sorry, Bridget. I couldn't save you or her...
"Out the way we came, come on!" You order, helping Ann to her feet. "Cynthia, get ahead of us. I'll carry you Diana." She nods and takes point alongside the reporter while you piggyback the model. You curse the complete lack of weapons in the area in the meantime. Where the hell is Frank or Scythe when you need 'em?
The four of you emerge from the cage room in a frenzy, sprinting away from the converging mob. The zombies are moving at a much more swift pace than the average undead, forcing you to run uncomfortably with Diana on your back. More than once she nearly slips out of your hands, her smooth skin more difficult to grip than a shirt or pants. Normally I'd love this position, but the one time I'm in it, it's likely to get one of us killed.
The door holding Cindy and the others prisoner is ajar, bringing a whole slew of worst case scenarios to mind. "Wait, we need to see if the others are still in here." You stop everyone outside the room while you quickly survey it. The somewhat spacious prison is completely empty, not a soul in sight.
"It's empty, we'll have to search for them. Come on!" You pull ahead of Cynthia and Ann, that latter of whom is beginning to pant heavily. She can't run for much longer, we have to find somewhere to hide.
Lucky for you, the group has put a sufficient distance between you all and the zombies. A storage room offers the perfect location, possessing ample space to manuver and a small selection of makeshift weapons. "Catch your breath here, we'll head out in a moment." You tell them after choosing a metal pipe as your bludgeon.
"I think it'd be better if we waited here while you set back out." Ann speaks up. "Why? Are you afraid?" Cynthia retorts before she can explain. "Well, it's just that Diana and I aren't exactly in the best condition right now. It hurts to walk and, hell, she can't even stand up."
"I'm fine, I just need a bit of help, that's all. I'm good to go." She puts up a weak attempt to appear healthy. "Nothing good has come from leaving anyone behind so far..." You muse, garnering a heavy glare from Cynthia. Just then, you feel an intruding presence in the back of your mind.
I would suggest that you leave while you are ahead. I promise that you will not like what you find. Now you speak. Where the hell have you been lately? Are afraid to show yourself or do you enjoy watching me suffer? I have been watching this entire time, and it pains me to see what you have been through. I know the loss you have suffered, but I offer a compromise. I stand before the two you know as Scythe and Jessie. If you come to me now in Leisure Park, I ensure that no harm will come to them. You had completely forgotten about Jessie!
Then I'd be dooming Cindy, John, Isabella, and Veronica. I'll not be responsible for anymore lost lives. I'm begging you, watch them until I find the others. If you do, I'll submit to whatever you have in mind for me. You have no other choice than to bargain with the devil. Hmph, very well. But if you resist, I will destroy you and everyone you hold dear. With that, he leaves you to your own devices.
"Well? Are we going to stay here while you search or what?" Ann asks in an irritated tone. "You two can stay but I'm going. That's final." Cynthia says defiantly. "I'd rather go, but I can stay if you want me to." Diana voices her request. Ugh, it's always up to me...
Vitality: 75%
Entourage: June Taggart: DEAD Cynthia: 70% Ann: 42% Diana: 22%
Weapon (2 max): Metal pipe Inventory (4 max): Nothing Current level: 11
A) Bring both Ann and Diana along, you won't let them out of your sight immediately after rescuing them
B) Tell them both to stay, you can't keep your eye on them AND effectively assist the others when you find them
C) Just bring Diana, she wants to come and Ann can stay behind like she requested
D) Tell Cynthia to remain behind as well, you don't want to worry about her alongside the others
E) Leave the network of hallways and head to Leisure Park, you can at least escape with the lives of everyone currently with you
After making that choice, which way should you begin searching:
1) Toward the larger rooms down the hall, that might be your best bet to begin
2) Sweep the smaller rooms in the opposite direction, they might have separated the others
3) Fan out and search both directions in two groups if you brought the others along, you could cover more ground this way
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Dec 5, 2009 16:39:08 GMT -6
Post by Roger on Dec 5, 2009 16:39:08 GMT -6
B1
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Dec 5, 2009 16:44:12 GMT -6
Post by Kong The Jester on Dec 5, 2009 16:44:12 GMT -6
B1
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