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Post by Tbone110 The Amurican Bastard on Jun 2, 2009 18:43:08 GMT -6
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Post by Veta on Jun 2, 2009 19:21:15 GMT -6
Z.) Knock on the door.
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Post by Song Nai on Jun 2, 2009 21:16:34 GMT -6
A
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Post by Roger Stone on Jun 4, 2009 17:20:51 GMT -6
Steping forward carefully, you place one hand gently on the door. Preparing yourself for whatever horrors lay await, you give it a hard push and leap back, almost losing your balance as you stumble on a few discarded boxes of food. The massive steel door glides inward on it's hinges, revealing a black pit of a room. The lights inside the kitchen had shut down, likely on a timer. You were able to see through the pitifully small amount of light filtering its way in from the cafeteria. In there, however, no illumination reached. An uneasy feeling settling in your stomach, you wait, hoping whatever's inside will come out. Seconds feel like minutes as your eyes futilely search the black curtain, as though trying to pierce it through sheer willpower. Your heart jumps to your throat with every imagined movement, only falling as you realize nothing's trying to eat you yet. Then, something pale reaches into view; a hand clasps onto the door frame, seeming to pull it's owner out of the abyss. You're about to club the creature over the head when you spot who it is, stopping yourself in time. Bates pulls himself out of the freezer. It's a blue-lipped and very shaky Bates, but Bates none the less. He's got his hands jammed into his pits, hunched over, trying desperately to gather his body heat. "S-S-S-So. C-C-C-C-C-Cold..." He studders desperately. He needs to warm up, start up one of the ovens and plant him in front of it. He's likely not thinking all that clearly, this way, his mind'll defrost and you'll get straight, easy answers. It may take a little time, however. Immediately interrogate him over what happened, and why he was in the freezer. You don't have time to wait for him to get his mind right, you've got to get something now. Something's wrong... [C] Just Bates? Where the hell are the others? Go look for them. [Z] CYOA
If C: 1) Check the back of the freezer, they maybe in there. 2) There's still a couple rooms you havn't checked, look through those. 3) Gut instinct is telling you to check the main entrance, where you barricaded.
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Post by Tbone110 The Amurican Bastard on Jun 4, 2009 17:22:52 GMT -6
A, it's time to think before acting.
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Post by Veta on Jun 4, 2009 17:24:49 GMT -6
A. You can't be alone.
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Post by cosby on Jun 4, 2009 17:37:43 GMT -6
Z: Beat the living shintzhel outta that guy your interrogating.
(Roger: Uh, yea- no. Did you even read anything other than the choices?)
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Post by Basil on Jun 4, 2009 17:54:50 GMT -6
A
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Post by slayer22 on Jun 4, 2009 18:29:30 GMT -6
A
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Post by cosby on Jun 4, 2009 18:31:18 GMT -6
Z: Beat the living shintzhel outta that guy your interrogating. (Roger: Uh, yea- no. Did you even read anything other than the choices?) (Cosby: Yeah, but I was just improvising.)
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Post by Song Nai on Jun 4, 2009 18:57:15 GMT -6
A
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Post by Deleted on Jun 5, 2009 18:03:38 GMT -6
a
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Post by pokemon1458 on Jun 6, 2009 13:43:03 GMT -6
A
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Post by cosby on Jun 8, 2009 17:29:32 GMT -6
C
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Post by Roger Stone on Jun 15, 2009 15:40:58 GMT -6
"Alright, come on man, let's get you warmed up." You half-guide half-support the football player in front of the biggest over you can find. You pop the door open and crank the thing as high as it goes. After about twenty minutes of Bates shivering and you waiting patiently, the immediate area becomes nice and toasty. Slowly, his shaking stops, and color returns to his face. Judging him to be de-frosted, you begin your questioning. "Where is everyone? What happened? Why the heck were you in the fr-" "Geez... Slow down..." Bates says before taking a moment to cough. "I have no clue where everyone went... As for what happened...." Bates readjusts himself, shrugging off his lettermen jacket. "I'm not exactly sure, but I've got a damned good guess. Lauren went unconscious.... Got all pale.... She needed help... I- I started to move the barricade..." "You what?!?" You say as you bolt to your feet, blood rising. Your shoulder/neck throbs painfully, but you're too focused on how this idiot risked all of their lives for someone who was already dead. "Whoa, whoa, slow down..." Bates speaks quickly, holding his hands up. You reign in your anger and sit down, at least letting him say what he has to say "I didn't get it open.... The others were against it... I shoved them off, kept going....I got it cleared to where I could see out the door's window... There. There was this eye. This giant, red eye. Pure red.... I froze.. It seemed like forever, staring into that eye, but at the same time, no time at all. I forgot everything else... It all seemed like a dream." He pauses a moment, looking off into space. He shivers, despite the fact it was now almost hot enough to sweat. Somehow, this disconcerts you more than anything you've seen today. "I probably would have stood there forever, but something hit me from behind, and I blacked out. I woke up in there," he points at the freezer. "Turns out there's no handle on the inside; no leverage to pull the damn thing open. Thank god you found me, or...." "So," You say for the first time since your outburst. "Who knocked you out?" "I dunno. Wasn't Lauren, obviously. And it couldn't have been you; you clearly didn't know. So that leaves Randy and the two weirdos." "She has a name; it's Cynthia. Use it," you state, somewhat surprised at the edge in your voice. Bates raises an eyebrow, but doesn't comment. You continue, slightly embarrassed. "She didn't do it either, she was with me." She disappeared. She could've left right after you fell asleep, and done it. You don't know!You push the mocking thoughts away, hoping they're wrong. "Alright," starts Bates, only to be stopped by another small fit of coughing. "So it was either Randy or the oth-" He stops, ears perked up. "You hear that?" You try to focus your hearing, but come up blank. "No, no-" "Shh! There it is again!" You try again, sitting in silence for a minute before you actually pick it up. It sounds like metal being slid slowly across rock, ending with a small set of clicks each time. A slight pause, then the cycle repeats. "What is that?" Before you can answer, something light, long, and thin lands on your head, some of it drooping in front of your face. It takes you a moment to focus your eyes, but soon you see a knotted rope dangling before you. You follow the strand up with your eyes, stopping as it disappears out of sight via a removed ceiling tile. "Come on! Get up here!" The urgent whisper comes unexpectedly from above, leaving you unable to identify the voice. Listen to the voice. You're getting bad vibes from whatever's outside. Call out, asking the voice to identify itself. You'd rather not go up there with some psycho. [C]Something doesn't feel right with this person. Stay silent and go carefully investigate the sound coming from out front. [D] Forgo the voice and move to the front of the kitchen to call out to whoever's outside. They may be hurt and need help. [E]Arm Bates and find a decent place to hold. You're through running, time to stop and face whatever comes your way. [Z]CYOA (Idk why I put this anymore. It's always stupid stuff. How bout this: Only use this option if you honestly think it's clever or a good bit better than the options I've provided. Or you lose your vote for that round. If you just want some details added (Such as taking the frying pan when the choice is "grab a weapon") vote normal and say so. Just no "shoot him in the crotch" or "superman-drop kick the door". Alright, I'll get off my soap box now....)
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Post by slayer22 on Jun 15, 2009 15:50:15 GMT -6
A
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Post by praetorian on Jun 15, 2009 16:06:54 GMT -6
Hmm...
I'll say A.
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Post by Basil on Jun 15, 2009 16:07:31 GMT -6
A
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Post by Veta on Jun 15, 2009 16:22:33 GMT -6
C.
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Post by Roger Stone on Jun 15, 2009 18:24:42 GMT -6
"Get up the rope," you order John. He looks once more towards the front and starts up the rope, ascending for what you swear is far to slow for an athlete. Looking around nervously, you spot a decent sized knife on the counter. Acting on impulse, you scoop it up and tuck it into your belt. You check back on Bate's progress, annoyed to see him be at about the same place. Suddenly, a low screeching noise comes from the front of the kitchen. More precisely, the room you had barricaded. There's no way that thing's human... You feel panic well up in your chest. You quickly beat it back down before it takes control. "Hurry the hell up man, it's coming!" You whisper fiercely, panic slipping in despite your best efforts. You can tell Bates is moving as fast as he can, but it's still a snail's pace in your eyes. The metal-on-stone sound starts up again, soon after the screeching stops. Finally, there's a good deal of rope for you to climb up. You leap on desperately, climbing as fast as your less-than-spectacular muscles will allow. Above you, you see Bates haul himself up onto the top of the drop down ceiling the architects implemented. The tile he pulled up onto buldges down ominously, but you have little time to think of it. The slide-tap noise grows closer, and seems to claw the inside of your skull with ever increasing intensity. It grows tremendously loud, drowning out all other thoughts. You look up once more, only to be crestfallen you're only three-fourths the way there. Dear god... It's gotta be right below me... It's so fucking loud!You put all of your energy into the climb. Precariously, haphazardly, desperately, climbing the rope. You're so close to the top, your arms seeming to burn up from the inside out. The edge of the landing comes into the top of your vision. You lunge for it with one hand without thought. Your finger tips brush the edge, and you do the best you can to cling. The sweat, however, has other plans, and causes your hand to slide off quickly. You overextended, and lose your balance. The stomach flipping feeling of freefall takes over. No... God no...You're dead. You know it. In a split second, your imagination conjures up a thousand different monsters that are waiting to tear you to shreds below. In a split second, everthing you've done, everything you regret not doing, everything you want to do later, all flashes before your eyes. In a split second, you've accepted you're going to die. God, however, seems to think different. What could only be his two hands shoot out of the darkness above and latch onto your shoulder. One is muscular and tanned. The other, dainty and delicate, yet covered with yellowed bruises. The sense of falling stops, and the arms are lifting you up. Trying to, at least. "Damn it, Steve, we can't pull you up! Climb!" The voice goads you out of your illusion of being saved by divine intervention. Your hands find their grip. Together, with the help of the others, you manage to drag up into safety. You chuckle slightly, amazed. You look over to see Cynthia panting lightly, and Bates more so. "Come on," Cynthia says as she turns and begins carefully crawling on the somewhat stronger intersection where tiles meet. You notice, however, that the slide-tap noise has stopped. Curiosity consumes you for a moment, leaving you indecisive. Quench it and crawl away like mad. You just want to be as far away, and as fast, as possible Exert enormous self-control and crawl away as quietly and stealthily as a possible. [C] Move a small distance away from the hole and don't move a muscle. Hopefully whatever it simply simply won't notice you. [D] Stay next to the hole, you've got to see what this thing is. The knowledge may be valuable, to boot.
If A or B, put these in the order you want them to travel in:
Steve: You're tired, but still likely more capable than Cynthia. Also already infected, if that effects your choice. Bates: Easily the most physically capable, is only slightly winded from the climb. [C] Cynthia: The most physically weak, but likely knows the way up here better than you two.
If D: 1) Urge the others to stay. Safety in numbers. 2) Send them away. You can't ask them to risk themselves to satisfy your own curiosity. 3) Let them do as they wish.
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Post by praetorian on Jun 15, 2009 18:33:47 GMT -6
I say D 2.
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Post by Rai Chiller on Jun 15, 2009 20:31:07 GMT -6
D3.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 15, 2009 20:38:10 GMT -6
d2
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Post by Veta on Jun 16, 2009 0:36:03 GMT -6
D1.
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Post by Tbone on Jun 16, 2009 13:20:17 GMT -6
A: S, B, C.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 16, 2009 19:30:40 GMT -6
BS
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Post by Roger Stone on Jun 16, 2009 20:42:22 GMT -6
Since the thread with all my pics got deleted, (*glares*) we've had to get new pics. Cynthia: ![](http://i625.photobucket.com/albums/tt340/LOVEBIRDS86/asian.jpg) Bates: ![](http://www.foxnews.com/images/324998/0_61_111507_DerekGreca.jpg) Any other pics I can get if you want them. Just request....
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Post by Roger Stone on Jun 17, 2009 12:43:22 GMT -6
You look to the other two and whisper as quietly as possible, "Go, get out of here. I'll catch up." Cynthia opens her mouth as though to argue, but shuts it again, likely realizing she couldn't really oppose it without drawing the attention of whatever's down there. Looking somewhat downtrodden, she turns and crawls carefully into the gloom, not looking back. "You better," you barely catch John say under his breath as he, too, turns and follows suit. Conscience pacified, you creep slowly to the hole, peering down into the room below. From the angle you're at, you can clearly see the stove you planted Bates in front of, still running with it's door open. The slide-tap rhythm begins again. No longer half-crazed with panic, you can tell it's coming from behind and below your vantage point, but getting closer. Soon, it's nearly right below you. You steel yourself for what you're positive is some horrid creature, imagination still creating infinite renditions of it's appearance. A massive clawed hand slides across the floor into view, the claws themselves dragging lazily along the floor. Then, apparently at the end of it's reach, the talon hand flicks out and plants its tips on the floor with a sharp tap. A quiet footstep, then the other hand follows the first. A few more steps brings the grey-skinned, hairless beast into full view. It walks on all fours, and seems to rely heavily on it's front claws, almost unnecessarily so. The thing looks like some sick combination of gorilla, velociraptor, and some alien monstrosity, but all stretched out of proportion. It's shoulders jut jaggedly above it's hunched head, and it's arms arm grossly larger than they should be. It's long, waving tail is flat and nearly paper thin. Quarter sized holes line both sides of it's arched spine along the neck. It's head, however, holds your focus uncontested. It's too-long, angular, pointed chin slopes concavely up to it's tightly closed mouth. Twin tiny holes lie at the top of the edges of it's chin, above the mouth. Puffy, red-pink bags, embedded with thin black spikes, hang were it's cheeks should be, stretching down it's neck as well. The spines themselves all look to be pointed backwards, instead of straight out as you'd think they should be. Where the nose should be, there is naught but two tiny vertical slits. Dual dull-purple furrows flank the sides of it's head, starting where it's eyes should be and ending where neck meets shoulder. ![](http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4OYGjUrdllo/Sf32aNj4QtI/AAAAAAAAU1c/ylnMIn1CGAo/s400/cloverf.jpg) It stops directly below the hole, apparently not noticing the rope as the twine brushes against the beast's hide. It grows still, the exception being it's ever moving tail and the small "nose" slits opening and closing slowly... Stay and watch a little longer. You don't believe it's noticed you. You've seen enough. Time to go. [C]With those massively cumbersome arms, you don't think it could reach it's body. Perhaps if you were to leap down onto it's back, you could kill it without getting a scratch! [D]Maybe it's intelligent. Try to communicate with it. [Z]CYOA
If B: 1. Quickly. 2. Quietly.
(OoC: I know I coulda just posted the pic and said "This", but I felt I needed practice describing stuff... For those of you that read before you caught site of the pic, was the mental image the description formed close?)
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Post by Tbone110 The Amurican Bastard on Jun 17, 2009 12:47:58 GMT -6
Yeah D never works out. B 2 for me.
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Post by praetorian on Jun 17, 2009 12:49:46 GMT -6
B 2.
It's never a good idea to attempt to communicate with a monster of doom... And somehow I don't think the thing will die that easily. Better to just GTFO as quickly and/or as quietly as possible.
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