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Post by Miles on Oct 7, 2010 21:48:48 GMT -5
"Missing a body part is grounds to be shot to death? Well shit, better go let all those war vets know." Stephan rolls his eyes.
Eric notices the windows are covered in Ivy, the door feels brittle as he knocks. He receives no answer in return, save the empty echoing from within, and, oddly enough, a dent in the wood where he knocked.
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Post by sgtkill on Oct 8, 2010 7:41:53 GMT -5
"I wonder what my kick woulda done... So, whos first?"
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Post by Sutton on Oct 9, 2010 11:38:29 GMT -5
"You'd think in a contest between my knuckles and a door, the door would lose. Huh."
Eric tries the handle after there's no response - it twists off in his hand and the door itself collapses inward off it's hinges.
"Gah! What the hell?"
He drops the handle.
"I don't think this place is safe to enter - might be condemned, and they just forgot to put the tape up. And if it isn't, it probably should be."
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Post by Miles on Oct 9, 2010 11:41:09 GMT -5
A strange sound is coming from inside the building, it sounds almost like. . . static? What could that be from?
"Huh, happened to me once trying to get into a condemned house in Atlanta. . ."
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Post by sgtkill on Oct 10, 2010 9:32:58 GMT -5
A shiver runs up Jack's spine. He knows that he shouldn't go in... but hes obligated to do so.
"Right, I guess I'm first."
Jack enters, pistol up, and holds up a flashlight in the room, trying to see what is there.
Perception check:
10,9,9,6,1,8,5 vs TN 7 = 4 successes
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Post by Miles on Oct 10, 2010 9:37:21 GMT -5
There's a small table not far from the door, a bed on the far left of the room, a broken television on the far wall. It looks like most things in here are rather useless, but one thing catches your attention, a bright red pocket radio on the table, that's making the staticy sound. It seems to be getting louder. . .
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Post by sgtkill on Oct 10, 2010 9:46:55 GMT -5
Jack slowly moves over to pick it up. He grabs it and slowly moves back outside. As he steps out the door, his thoughts are interrupted by the ever increasing static. He flips off the radio, the sound of shuffling becomes apparent. The same shiver goes up his spine when a child-like laugh comes from somewhere not so far off.
"I think the spooky-radar just jumped from 5 to 30."
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Post by Miles on Oct 10, 2010 9:53:29 GMT -5
Stephan walks over in the direction of the shuffling sound, dagger at the ready, and as he's at the edge of your view he jumps back "What the hell IS that thing?" As he backs away slowly, it comes into view. A very small humanoid creature is approaching slowly, only, in place of it's right hand, it's got a butcher knife. It's body is covered in blood, and it laughs as a kid would when it approaches, lifting the knife into the air.
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Post by sgtkill on Oct 10, 2010 10:18:25 GMT -5
"What the-"
No time, need to act. Fast.
Jack levels his gun at the thing's head, and fires. The kickback is big, but nothing he hasn't handled before.
Roll:
Full CP (8 dice) 3,1,10,10,10,10,7,9 vs ATN 7 = 6 successes
Base damage rating is 6, so 12 total damage. Am down to 5 loaded rounds, 35 total rounds.
Hit Location: 2d6 = 6,1 1d6 = 2
Thats his swinging arm.
The thing recoils at the shot, its arm has a bone sticking through his skin, and it dangles limply by its side, however, its still coming at Stephen.
"WHAT THE FUCK?!? IT CAN TAKE A HIT LIKE THAT?"
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Post by Miles on Oct 10, 2010 10:23:44 GMT -5
Blood trickles out of where it's arm used to be, and it walks steadily forward, giggling. Stephan backs away slowly, unsure what to do, or even if it's still dangerous.
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Post by Sutton on Oct 10, 2010 17:06:55 GMT -5
Alright, Magnum PI is going in, stay behind hi-
"Oh god. Oh god god god."
Eric quickly begins backpedaling towards the door, trying not to panic. He hears the gunshots and Jack shouting, and turns back to see the... thing... still coming.
I am not dying here. I am not dying here. Fuck! FUCK!
Eric finds himself looking for anything he could use to defend himself, then throwing open his toolbox and grabbing a wrench - the rest of the tools spill over the floor, and the box is quickly dropped along with them, but Eric barely notices as he continues to backpedal, holding the wrench between him and the monster with a shaking hand.
"Get back! Stay the fuck back! Fuck!"
Phobia: Blood is now in full effect, of course.
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Post by Miles on Oct 10, 2010 17:33:31 GMT -5
The thing lunges forward and just as it's about to hit the dirt, vanishes into thin air. The giggling continues, and a small, innocent sounding, voice says "Bye bye." The only evidence you have that anything is even still there is the arm that was blown off, lying on the ground in front of Stephan.
"The fuck?" He pokes it with his foot. "What is going on in this town?" He bends down and looks at the blade, then, hesitantly, picks it up, and walks over to Eric. "You want a real weapon?" Stephan extends the blade, arm first, to Eric, not bothering to wipe the blood off/
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Post by Sutton on Oct 10, 2010 18:03:16 GMT -5
Eric looks at the severed arm and knife, then the wrench in his hand, then back at the severed arm. After a moment frozen in horror, he drops the wrench and rushes away, managing to make it outside of the house seconds before he parts ways with the contents of his stomach.That was just cruel
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Post by Miles on Oct 10, 2010 18:04:50 GMT -5
"Huh, I wonder what his problem is."
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Post by sgtkill on Oct 10, 2010 20:05:35 GMT -5
"Maybe hes scared of things with a BLADE FOR ITS HAND."
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