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Post by Deleted on Jul 24, 2009 23:46:13 GMT -6
Bates: A Cynthia: C Chief: D Lenny: D Louise: C Yourself: B
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Post by Kong The Jester on Jul 25, 2009 10:56:40 GMT -6
Bates: A Cynthia: C Chief: D Lenny: D Louise: E Yourself: B
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Post by blitz on Jul 25, 2009 11:52:32 GMT -6
Bates: A Cynthia: C Chief: D Lenny: D Louise: E Yourself:B
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Post by cosby on Jul 25, 2009 13:12:54 GMT -6
Bates: A Cynthia: B Chief: E Lenny:D Louise: C Yourself: C
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Post by The Merchant on Jul 25, 2009 14:23:36 GMT -6
Bates: A Cynthia: C Chief: D Lenny:E Louise: B Yourself: C
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Post by Matt Ruinoff on Jul 25, 2009 15:25:47 GMT -6
Louise: C.
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Post by Roger Stone on Jul 25, 2009 17:09:18 GMT -6
(And ze winners are: Bates: A Cynthia: C Chief: D Lenny: D Louise: C Yourself: B) "Yea, that sounds like a good idea," you agree, "But we'd better get Lenny and Chief to come in too, just in case." "Alright, good. I never caught your names, by the way," she says through a warm smile. "I'm Steve, this is Cynthia, and the lug head out there is John," you introduce with tongue-in-cheek. "I heard that, Bud!" Bates calls inside, "Get your lazy butt out here and let's get this going." "Well, nice to meet you. I'm Louise," she announces, giggling slightly. "I'll talk to the guys and tell them the plan." "Same, and great. Come on, Cynthia, you're going in with the rest of us to get stuff," you relate, turning back around. Crawling out the driver's side, you see Lenny and Chief already climbing out of the back. Lenny turns around, holding his hands up. Loiuse mounts the side of the car, and slides off into his arms. He carefully lowers her to the ground and, together, they start walking towards the store. You catch Chief's shoulder as he walks past. "Oi, Chief, you happen to have a holster for this puppy? I don't really think keeping it in my pocket is the best idea," "Hmm? Oh, right. Sure thing. Steve, was it? The girl mentioned yure name bu' she was talkin' a mile a minute..." Cheif murmurs to himself, working his way out of the body harness that sports the holster. He gets it off faster than you thought he could, only a few seconds. He offers it out to you. "Here, git this thang on, I'll help ya tighten 'er up." You follow his instructions, and he deftly pulls on a few straps, resizing it for you. He nods satisfied. "How's she fit?" "Great, thanks." "Shore, it's no trouble," He walks off after the other two. You slide your pistol into his holster, and look to Bates. "Oi, we're going in for supplies. You can just stay out here and get the gas, fair?" "Yea, whatever, just make certain to get the gas flowing from that computer. Number three," he asks, pointing his thump over his shoulder at the large '3' sign hanging over the pump he had parked at. "Right, right," you say, waving it off, "I'll take care of it, no worries." You stride off towards the entrance, another set of footsteps to your right. Stepping up onto the curb, you stand before the entrance. The bloodstain at your feet is dark red and dried. It's been here awhile. Well, maybe that's a good sign. Whatever made it has probably moved on by now...Further in, you spot Louise in one of the trashed aisles, carrying an already half full store basket. Junk food and convenience items are strewn all across the floor, and several of the large fridge windows are broken. Lenny stands nearby, pistol drawn, but not all that attentive. Chief, on the other hand, is leaning against the back wall, eyes darting about. "Hey, Cynthia?" You whisper. "Hm?" "Gather stuff near the register. I trust the Chief, but I'd like to keep an eye on you myself." She nods and grabs a basket form beside the door, then moving as asked, mulling over the shelves (and floor) next to the register. Satisfied, you go behind the counter and immediately spot a touchscreen interface embedded into it. After a quick glance over, you spot a rectangle yellow button labeled "Gas". You tap it. PUMP NUMBER?You poke the "3" button. AMOUNT TENDERED?You type in $100 in a flurry of taps. You're sure that would fill the tank, even with the prices and Bates' monster of a truck. Just as your finger touches the ENTER button, you hear Bates yell out from outside. "Hey, it's not rocket science! Hurry u-" He stops dead mid-sentence. You look up, and see him looking back your direction, but more... up. "What the hell?" he asks, staring towards the roof with wide eyes. Without warning, several thin blurs shoot across your field of vision, all at John. Two of them miss, one burying itself into the tail of the truck, the other creating a massive spiderweb crack in the pump number sign overhead. You see that they're pale purple, and crystal like. One, or possibly more, apparently find their mark, as Bates lets out a cry of pain. He disappears out of sight, falling to the ground behind the truck. "BATES!" You yell out of reflex, drawing your pistol and leaping the counter in one smooth motion. You stop at the door, realizing it likely wasn't the best idea to just dart out there without a plan. You can hear him grunting in pain, so he isn't dead. "Where are you hurt, man?!?" You yell out, hoping it's nothing too horribly serious. "Arg... The bastard hit me in my leg... and my shoulder. Ugh... Christ it hurts... It's on the roof..." "Don't pull the spike out! It'll just make it all bleed worse!" Cynthia uncharacteristically yells from behind you. "Can you move?" "I.. I think so. I'd have to favor my good leg, but yea," "Alright, just hold on!" You look around to find Lenny and Chief next to you, both on edge, but seem hesitant on what to do. Tell Bates to roll under the truck and have everyone hold. Let the thing make the first move. Get Bates to feign death. Hopefully, the the thing isn't very smart, and will go try and collect it's "kill". You and the other two will be ready to blow it away when it shows itself. [C]Tell Bates to get up and try to run inside. The rest of you will either: 1) dart outside and shoot haphazardly at the roof, providing cover fire, or 2) do nothing, hopefully he'll make it. [D]Ask Bates to peek at the roof and give the rest of you it's position. Then you three with run outside and do your best to take it out. [E]Sneak out back, and see if you can find a service ladder up. Hopefully one of you can sneak up on it. [F]Use one person as a distraction, while everyone else either tries to kill the thing or help Bates, as it (hopefully) shoots at the bait. It apparently doesn't have that good of aim: John was standing still and it missed half the shots....(Choose Distraction by name.) [G]Do nothing yourself, and simply go with the flow. Whatever happens, happens.
Choose carefully, as always. More than one life may hang in the balance...
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Post by Deleted on Jul 25, 2009 20:00:18 GMT -6
F, Lenny.
Chief and Steve shoot the thing. The girls help Bates. If the thing can't die, GTFO, let Louise drive
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Post by Kong The Jester on Jul 25, 2009 20:18:49 GMT -6
F Lenny
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Post by AceTheMercenary on Jul 25, 2009 20:21:32 GMT -6
D
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Post by The Merchant on Jul 25, 2009 20:24:42 GMT -6
F Lenny
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Post by Song Nai on Jul 25, 2009 20:35:49 GMT -6
F Lenny
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Post by praetorian on Jul 25, 2009 20:56:31 GMT -6
Though it probably doesn't matter, B seems to be the best option to me.
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Post by Roger Stone on Jul 25, 2009 23:25:34 GMT -6
"Just try not to attract it's attention, Bates! We're comin' for ya!" You yell outside. Without waiting for a supply, you turn and face Lenny. "I need you to run out there and get that thing to shoot it's spikes at you and give away it's position. Then me and the Chief will bolt out there and shoot it." "What?!? Me?! Why the fuck me?" "Because I'm out of shape, he's old, and you don't expect one of the girls to do it, do you? You're clearly the fastest one here!" "So what? I don't even know that punk! I'm not risking my hide for some nobody!" "Listen to me you selfish prick-" You're stopped by the unexpected slapping of rushed feet hitting pavement. You turn to see Cynthia has ran outside, sprinting across the lot and zigzagging the whole way. Almost immediately, spikes start flying towards her, chipping the cement as they miss. "Cynthia!" you cry, instinctually starting to bolt after her. "SHOOT IT!" she yells back, still managing to evade the deadly missiles. You skid to a halt, realizing she had chosen to play the rabbit herself. You whip around, pistol raised and pointed at the roof. You spot the thing, hunched over and with it's pale purple crystal spikes flying from the back of it's neck. The rest of it's body is slate Grey, and looks just like bone with the spikes breaking through it and pushing out. Upon closer inspection, the spikes themselves are fluid and curving. The biggest ones sporting many deep gashes and groves in them, while the smaller ones are completely unmarred. You do your best to aim carefully and fire five shots off. Despite your efforts, they all ping harmlessly against the store front or fly off into the sky. You're dimly aware of the other two running towards you (with Chief in a slight lead), likely to do the same as you currently are. Then, from behind you, a sharp gasp, along with a stutter in the steady rhythm of pounding feet. Can'tthinkaboutthat,gottahitit!You squeeze off another shot, and this time, one of the spike shots suddenly changes direction, spinning like mad before falling harmlessly to the ground. nonoNoNONO!Theothersaren'tgoingtomakeit!You fire the last shot in the clip. By sheer luck, or perhaps out of desperation, the slug makes it through the cloud of needles and hits home, landing squarely in the thing's forehead. The bullet leaves a small hole and sends cracks streaking through the rest of it's face. It lets out a shrill shriek, raising up on it's legs and leaning back into the air. It falls over backwards with a thud. I got it..."I got it!" You proclaim joyously, throwing a fist into the air in excitement. Then, the immanent danger passed, you recall that Cynthia had cried out. You whirl around, half expecting the worst. Thankfully, she seems fine, just bent over and breathing heavily. No spikes poking out anywhere. You breathe a sigh of relief. Go ask her just what drove her to run out here like that. Plus, she may look unhurt, but it's always good to make sure. The others will take care of Bates. Cynthia's unharmed, go assist Bates. He may have been full of bravado when he dismissed his wounds as minor. [C]You've got to make sure that thing is dead. Circle around the building and find a way up to check. [D]Everyone else seems to be more caught up in current events. You suspect the supplies will be forgotten. Jog inside and collect them. Also finish up fueling the truck so the group will be ready to go once Bates is taken care of. [Z]CYOA
(OoC: I warned you characters will have their own opinions on matters. Be glad it worked out alright this time....)
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Post by praetorian on Jul 25, 2009 23:32:42 GMT -6
I'll say B yet again.
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Post by Matt Ruinoff on Jul 25, 2009 23:34:02 GMT -6
C. What if it becomes a martyr?
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Post by blitz on Jul 25, 2009 23:42:31 GMT -6
B
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Post by darkdragon on Jul 26, 2009 0:15:29 GMT -6
B.
BUT i want someone to get eaten by the chupacabra.
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Post by slayer22 on Jul 26, 2009 0:25:05 GMT -6
A, Cynthia may need help!
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Post by Song Nai on Jul 26, 2009 6:57:25 GMT -6
B
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Post by Kong The Jester on Jul 26, 2009 10:23:38 GMT -6
D. (It doesn't matter now though)
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Post by Roger Stone on Jul 26, 2009 12:11:54 GMT -6
Well, Cynthia's ok, so I'd better go check on John.You store the pistol back into it's place and hustle over to where the football player sits propped up against his trucks front left tire. You stomach feels queasy as you take in the sight of two of the crystal needles jutting from his body. Both are surrounded by slowly expanding circles of blood. One rests in his right shoulder, just as he said, and the other in the upper part of his left thigh. He smiles weakly as you approach. "Hey, I heard you got it," he says, still smiling. "Yea, I did. You doing alright?" "Yea, I've got plenty of blood. This is nothing." "You try to get those things out?" you ask as the others run up. You notice Cynthia has a deep gash in her cheek, but that's all. She's looking away from the group, out towards the road, purposefully avoiding meeting anyone's eyes. Well, it might leave a scar, but it's by and large superficial. Thank god..."Well, I was just about to when she yelled out not to," he nods towards Cynthia, "I didn't even touch them. Thanks, by the way Cynthia. For being the distraction?" She doesn't give sign of hearing him. "Good, son, but we still need ta git you to a doctor," Chief states, stepping forward. Behind him, you spot Lenny and Louise a few yards back, whispering to each other. Louise looks somewhat upset, and her whispers are in a fierce tone. Lenny is abashed, and is mumbling in an assumedly weak defense. "Yea, that sounds good. I wouldn't mind getting these things out. They hurt like hell..." Bates mumbles, bringing your focus away from the apparently arguing couple and back to the matter at hand. Maybe the store part of the gas station has bandages and stuff. Ask Cynthia to try her best to patch Bates up, she seems to know a bit about treating injuries. Hopefully she can get the spikes out and plug up the bleeding long enough to find help. Quickly (And carefully) set Bates up in the bed of the truck, fuel it up, and get someone else to drive to the hospital. It's relatively close by, and there might be survivors there that can help. [C]Immediately load John into the back of the truck, put gas in it, and choose someone to drive to the Civic Center. It's the most likely place for survivors to be, but it's the opposite direction of the hospital and a good distance off. You think if you leave the spikes in, Bates has a good chance of making it there without bleeding out. Not positive, but close enough. [D]Leave Bates behind, he's a dead man anyways. Get his keys and drive off without him. [Z]CYOA
If D: 1. Go to the mall, it's not too far off, and there's a chance to find survivors. 2. Go to the Civic Center. 3. Go to the hospital, this has taught you that medical supplies are always good to have around... 4. Go home. You want to grab your things and check if your family is alright, not in that order. 5. CYOA
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Post by praetorian on Jul 26, 2009 12:15:48 GMT -6
C.
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Post by Kong The Jester on Jul 26, 2009 12:16:15 GMT -6
A
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Post by slayer22 on Jul 26, 2009 12:24:31 GMT -6
B.
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Post by blitz on Jul 26, 2009 12:25:02 GMT -6
A
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Post by AceTheMercenary on Jul 26, 2009 12:25:11 GMT -6
C
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Post by Tbone110 The Amurican Bastard on Jul 26, 2009 13:27:14 GMT -6
B perhaps the Hospital can lack hostiles for a short while FOR ONCE.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 26, 2009 14:54:30 GMT -6
B, dont forget the supplies
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Post by Roger on Jul 26, 2009 20:02:37 GMT -6
"Alright, we've gotta go to the hospital. We don't have the experience or supplies to try to fix him up now. Lenny, Chief, you two mind getting Bates into the back of the truck? Louise, take care of the fueling? Cynthia and I will go back for the food and stuff," you say, taking the initiative. Lenny looks about ready to argue, but a glance from Chief cuts him off. The three quickly busy themselves with their assigned tasks, each knowing time was now valuable and not to be wasted. Glad you plan had escaped debate this time, you wave a 'this way' at Cynthia and walk back towards the store. She walks beside you, although she keeps her eyes adverted. You use what you hope is tact and choose not to broach the subject of her outburst. The two of you enter the store without speaking, moving to gather the baskets of provisions that had been dropped and forgotten in the commotion. Getting an idea, you quickly sift through the assorted food and items. With a smile, you withdraw your prize: a box of band-aids and a tube of Neosporin. "Hey, here. Don't want that to get infected. No reason to survive a monster mutant hedgehog just to die from some bacteria, right?" you joke, offering Cynthia the two things. She smiles slightly, and takes them. Walking over to one of the store windows that isn't broken, she sets the basket down and begins doctoring her gash with the glass's faint reflection. Past her, you can see Louise standing beside the truck, waiting as it fills. The two men have lowered the tail and are currently hoisting Bates into the back as gently as they can. They seem to be failing on that last bit, as Bates' eyes are squinched shut and his face screwed up in a grimace of pain. "Murdocks..." Cynthia murmurs quietly. "What?" "Murdocks. If that wasn't the only one of it's kind, they should be called Murdocks," she explains, louder now. "Why 'Murdocks'?" "I don't know. It just kinda sounds right, doesn't it?" she shrugs it off. "Yea, it does... Hm..." Cynthia soon finishes disinfecting and bandaging her scrape, and grabs her basket, dropping the unused band-aids and Neosporin inside. "Thanks... One of those darts brushed past me. Felt like it tore more skin off me than it should have..." "Sure thing.... Looks like the others are finishing up. We should probably go join them." "Yea, alright..." So the two of you get the cache of junk food and walk back outside to the others. They're loaded and ready to go, the engine purring. Louise sits behind the wheel. "Come on, you two. I don't wanna stick around to see what those gunshots attract," she warns, leaning out the driver's window. Then, as though on cue, a distant shriek rings out from afar. It's loud, piercing, and feral, signaling that whatever made it isn't all that friendly. You and Cynthia quickly jump into the cab, tossing the baskets of supplies into the truck bed as you pass it by. You're soon back on the road, any chance of small talk defeated by the creepy howl. You sit quietly, watching as Louise deftly navigates the behemoth through the abandoned cars and around the occasional stray zombie. Before too long, she pulls into the Everland Memorial Hospital. The sun hangs straight overhead, banishing any would be shadows. Despite that, or perhaps even due to it, the three storied building gives off a hollow aura. Not a single creature is to be seen, living or undead. No movement, anywhere. Combined with the fact the parking lot is completely packed and the time of day, the entire scene is a bit disconcerting. Like the lightest of breaths would cause everything to turn to dust and blow away... Louise slowly lets the truck pull forward, as though sure something was about to leap from the sea of motionless vehicles and attack. Nothing does, and you reach the front without finding a place to park. She opts to simply pull up to the ER entrance, which had been miraculously managed to be kept clear when all this had started. "Well," she whispers, as though not aware of even doing so, "what now?" This just feels.... Wrong. You've got to get out of here. The Civic Center. That's where you should be... Not here.... Anywhere but here... Bates can make it. He has to make it...(Aka: Leave, and go to the Civic center instead.) Well, it's just a building. Nothing to be afraid of. Ask Louise to honk the horn. It'll get the attention of any survivors inside. And if it looks like no one's here or some zeds answer instead, just drive off. You can go elsewhere. [C]Get out and head in. You've come this far, might as well go in and get what you came for. [D]Send some of the others in for supplies. Say you'll wait here and watch Bates and the truck. [Z]CYOA
If C or D (Pick as many that apply): 1.Bates 2.Cynthia 3.Chief 4.Lenny 5.Louise 6.Everyone
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