Topic: The Ends (Read 59245 times)

Classic · « **Reply #220 on:** November 26, 2008, 09:52:52 PM »

That coin... Why is it a clue... Why is it so scratched?

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It couldn't be an invader, could it?

Defenestration · « **Reply #221 on:** November 26, 2008, 09:53:10 PM »

1. A vehicle is too valuable to pass up a chance for.

Friday · « **Reply #222 on:** November 27, 2008, 07:47:54 AM »

The coin is a subtle reference to capitalism's inhumanity to man.

Zaratustra · « **Reply #223 on:** November 27, 2008, 08:18:19 AM »

when do we get to the dream where we're on the red-curtained room talking backwards with the midget

Romosome · « **Reply #224 on:** November 28, 2008, 12:49:37 AM »

Brentai · « **Reply #225 on:** November 28, 2008, 01:10:38 AM »

ssssss

Friday · « **Reply #226 on:** November 28, 2008, 07:13:28 AM »

Going with one since it's been more than a day and no one has voted opposing.

1. Go inside. You want the car. You can perhaps search for them with it.

You walk toward the front porch, and mount the small steps. There's a hole shattered in the glass of a window next to the door. The curtains there have been pushed aside, and you can see part of a messy room inside.

You push the front door open with your poker.

Nothing. The door opens directly into the living room.

The couch is torn, shreds of stuffing on it and the floor. It looks like it was pushed against the wall violently, judging from it's current position, and the scuff marks. The TV is smashed and broken. The kitchen is a complete mess, foodstuffs littering the ground and spilling onto the carpet of the living room. For some reason all the cabinets and drawers that you can see are standing open.

You glance into the fridge, which is also open, looking for some alcohol. Nothing. There's a shattered bottle of wine, the cork still in the top, but the liquid is long gone.

You hear a noise from the back reaches of the house.

You turn and face the hallway leading to the bedrooms. You're not sure what you heard. You strain --

There, again. A thumping noise. Like something falling, (or rather, landing) maybe.

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1. "Hello? David? Nicole?"

2. Invesstigate.

3. Time to go. There are other housses.

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Zaratustra · « **Reply #227 on:** November 28, 2008, 08:43:28 AM »

Ssssssssshit.

Brentai · « **Reply #228 on:** November 28, 2008, 12:08:47 PM »

Zaratustra · « **Reply #229 on:** November 28, 2008, 03:40:27 PM »

OK it could be them but somehow I doubt it what do you guys think

Transportation · « **Reply #230 on:** November 28, 2008, 04:14:29 PM »

Well it's a thumping noise instead of frenzied rage. That's a plus.

Didn't something like this happen with Alive Benny when we didn't investigate a noisy room and Benny broke out of it later in order to murder us in the truck?

It's seems like an odd place to leave a trap. Benny also "knew" we were coming back. So ehh

Classic · « **Reply #231 on:** November 28, 2008, 11:56:52 PM »

Hm. We're boned.

Well, thumps probably mean crawlers. We might not be totally doomed. I'm prepared to do something indescribably stupid if it helps keep the infection at bay.

Defenestration · « **Reply #232 on:** November 29, 2008, 12:16:21 AM »

1. No matter what, we need that car. And I'm not picking any option that has more S's than it should, sooo.

Romosome · « **Reply #233 on:** November 29, 2008, 12:45:04 AM »

A risk worth taking. It's not like I'm just charging in there.

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Kayma · « **Reply #234 on:** November 29, 2008, 03:09:46 PM »

1. Got a bad feeling about thisss, but I think we're basically chip-committed at this point.

Defenestration · « **Reply #235 on:** November 29, 2008, 06:33:51 PM »

Is it the fault of the leader that jumped off the cliff, or is it the fault of the crowd that followed as they watched his bloody remains coat the cliff floor with a fresh coat of red?

Zaratustra · « **Reply #236 on:** November 29, 2008, 08:29:43 PM »

Who cares. 1.

Friday · « **Reply #237 on:** November 30, 2008, 10:22:58 AM »

1. "Hello? David? Nicole?"

No answer. You peer down the hallway. Your head suddenly feels very heavy.

A door creaks open, slowly, from the right side.

A man steps out of the door and into the hallway. His back is to you. He's wearing a black tank top, there is a ripped hole in the back, exposing pale and lumpy flesh with greenish veins. His head is hanging to one side. Medium length black hair hangs from his scalp. You can see his bald spot. Both his arms are wrapped around his body.

You take a small step back.

The man turns.

The face is heavily damaged. It looks like some kind of mush. Strange lumps where normally eyes and nose and mouth would be. Something resembling pus runs from several holes. It is greenish with flecks of gray.

The head lifts, slowly, finally almost upright, then sags suddenly to the other side.

A mouth opens, more of the pus-like fluid spilling out.

"Hello! David Nicole! Hell! Dav Ni Ole! Nick! Davnick! Oh!" he says in a rush, the words clipped and odd and unnaturally cheery.

You take another step back.

He begins to walk toward you. His legs are still bowed, somewhat, and his gait a bit strange. Both hands stretch away from his chest toward you. He has a large pot belly, his shirt not quite enough to fully cover it. You can see about half of his belly-button.

"Hello!" he says, clearer now. He sounds very happy to see you. "I am fine! You are? My name is Nick! Oh!"

Green slime runs from several wounds on his arms and torso. You suddenly realize he isn't wearing any pants. His penis hangs obscenely from the side of his torn briefs. One leg has a huge bloodless gash in it. You can see part of the bone, white against pale flesh.

"You are fine!" he says, and you notice that he has no upper teeth or tongue. The bottom row seems to be in perfect condition. His head rights itself again, and this time stays upright.

Vines suddenly burst from his upper body, emerging from the wounds. They, like his arms, stretch out toward you.

You hear a faint noise like static.

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1. Time to go. There's enough time to make it to the front door.

2. You've got enough room to swing the poker at his head.

3. Stab him in the chest with the poker. It's about long enough to do it without getting tangled. Maybe.

4. sssssssssssssssssss

5. "Can you... understand me? Can you talk?"

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Zaratustra · « **Reply #238 on:** November 30, 2008, 10:30:24 AM »

4. I mean 1.

Classic · « **Reply #239 on:** November 30, 2008, 11:23:58 AM »

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Why am I tempted to try communicating with it?

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