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1. Gun them down.
- 4 (66.7%)
2. Make a break for it.
- 2 (33.3%)
3. ssssssssssssss
- 0 (0%)

Total Members Voted: 6

Voting closed: December 04, 2009, 08:17:53 AM


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Re: The Ends
« Reply #260 on: December 01, 2008, 07:48:25 PM »

The problem that I see with 3 is that if our friends came back to the shelter we're leading a whole crowd of infected there.

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Re: The Ends
« Reply #261 on: December 01, 2008, 07:54:18 PM »

Actually, I was mostly suggesting going over the gate.  For all we know the sssssssssssss is just...static.  Obscuring something.

Probably has a consequence, but...

Anyway, if not 3, our best option is to run away from the screams.  There might be a slim chance the cavine is far away enough to get someplace that can be barricades before it closes on us.
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Re: The Ends
« Reply #262 on: December 01, 2008, 07:56:20 PM »

If a cavine wants to get us, I'm pretty sure they could get into any place we could try to barricade.  Those bastards are strong and fast.  I don't like the sssss part of 3, but the option as a whole is better than getting stuck in a fucking house, and the option to move away from the screeeees doesn't work well in my mind either because uh...there's tons of them and one of us and they're calling others.
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Re: The Ends
« Reply #263 on: December 01, 2008, 09:06:16 PM »

I'm curious about the ssssss options. Would it basically make us succumb to the infection, giving us a game over? Do we get to play it Left 4 Dead style, and vine up some fleshies? Or would it merely tap into our vine-y ness for fun and profit, helping us out of this situation, possibly raising our ssss meter, but letting us continue still pretty human?

I don't intend to find out.
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Re: The Ends
« Reply #264 on: December 01, 2008, 09:16:35 PM »

Like I said, it could just be "static" inferfering with our perception of our options.

I don't like toying with it unless everything else seems pointless though.
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Re: The Ends
« Reply #265 on: December 01, 2008, 10:11:19 PM »

I don't like toying with it unless everything else seems pointless though.

Thank you Romo.

Also, Re: Option 3...

What makes you think we'll be able to scramble safely over a wall when they have very extensible, very strong, very numerous, and very dangerous appendages to drag us down from our climb and break us into our many delicious pieces?
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Re: The Ends
« Reply #266 on: December 02, 2008, 03:42:36 AM »

You know, when we strolled to here, we didn't see shit. If they're not out in the open, they're clearly hiding somewhere... probably in houses. Aside from the fact we'd be walking into a death trap. Bad, bad, BAD idea. As stated, running from cavines is also a bad idea. That leaves us with 3.

What makes you think we'll be able to scramble safely over a wall when they have very extensible, very strong, very numerous, and very dangerous appendages to drag us down from our climb and break us into our many delicious pieces?
What makes you think that we can easily escape from an enclosed space that may or may not have a weapon or means to escape that also may or may not contain more faceless and that also may or may not trap us due to the number of the ones chasing us?

Sorry pal, too many maybes for me.
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Re: The Ends
« Reply #267 on: December 02, 2008, 04:53:18 AM »

1. A nearby house has a car parked in the driveway. The front door is open. If you can find the keys inside...

The two Faceless stumble forward as you turn and run up the driveway, past the car, and into the house.

The coat rack is overturned on the floor. You stumble over it as you enter. Picking yourself up, you glance around the living room. A glass coffee table with a newspaper spread over it. The couch is old and saggy. Recliners. You head through and past the kitchen and dining room. The cabinets are all standing open, like in the last house. The fridge too. You notice a six pack of beer ripped open on the linoleum. It looks like each individual can has been slashed open and drained.

Hallway. You pass a bathroom, mirror caked with blood. You look into what seems to be a guest room. A computer monitor looks back blankly. The bed is made, neat and tidy.

There. Master bed. You rush into the room, looking frantically for keys. Nightstand. Drawers. Nothing. From outside, you hear another scream.

Something occurs to you.

You rush back into the living room, picking up the coat rack. A single leather jacket is still caught on a hook. You jam your hands into the pockets.

Jackpot.

The keys jingle as you take them out and hold them in front of your face. You check to make sure they're car keys. Looks like it.

You heft the entire coat rack and go back out the front door, carrying it like a lance over one shoulder as best you can while still holding the poker. The two faceless are at the bottom of the driveway, making their way up. You charge down the pavement and slam the end into the old man. He goes over backward, hissing. You drop the rack, which clatters noisily to the ground, and ready your poker. The woman faceless steps forward, and you thrust at her chest. Vines reach and twine toward you as the poker sinks into her. She screams and flinches backward, vines wrapping around and tearing the poker from your grasp.

You turn and head a few paces back to the driver's door. Your hand is trembling as you unlock it and slip inside. In the rear view mirror you can see the woman's vines extracting the poker from herself. The old man is gaining his feet.

You insert the key and turn over the engine.

The car starts up with a bit of a cough, but smooth otherwise. You throw it into reverse and slam the accelerator, swerving onto the lawn to avoid the Faceless. With a thump and metal screech you go off the curb and onto the street. The two Faceless in the driveway pivot and track you. The woman's vines drop the poker to the ground. You can see the hole in her chest, like a green pendant between her breasts.

You back up a bit farther, then shift into drive. You sail past the two Faceless, the old man's vines reaching for the side of your car but finding no purchase. One vine leaves a large scratch in the glass of the passenger side window.

You turn down another street to see a few crawlers ahead of you, tumbling over and over the road like crazy, fleshy spiders. You floor it and they leap at you, bouncing off the windshield and sides and roof. You check behind you to see all crawlers accounted for, none having latched on.

You wind turn again, no idea where you're going. You pass more Faceless on the road, swerving to avoid them. More turns. Finally you turn onto what looks to be a main road. Up ahead you can see the highway.

You grimace and drive toward it. So close...

The gate is shutting.

What the fuck?

It looks to be heavy, cast iron. There is a small security building next to it. The windows are obscured. The electricity is out. How the fuck is --

Then you see it. A Halfhead is standing in front of the gate, his thick tentacles wrapped around the bars of the gate, dragging it sideways, dragging it closed. There's no way your little sedan could break through the gate.

You're about fifty yards from it. It's about a quarter closed.

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1. Floor it. You can make it. Aim for the gap.

2. Not worth the risk. Turn around. You'll find another way out.

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Re: The Ends
« Reply #268 on: December 02, 2008, 05:39:51 AM »

How wide is the gap?

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Re: The Ends
« Reply #269 on: December 02, 2008, 08:12:10 AM »

3/4 the width of a two lane street, and shrinking.
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Re: The Ends
« Reply #270 on: December 02, 2008, 08:57:48 AM »

ssssss
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Re: The Ends
« Reply #271 on: December 02, 2008, 09:09:00 AM »

If we're at 50 miles per hour, it'll take us 2-2.5 seconds to clear the gap. Assuming a 10-foot wide lane, he has to push the gate 7-9 feet to block us.

Assuming a half-ton gate and a friction coefficient of 0.5, how many N does the Halfhead need to employ to close the gate on the van in time? Show your calculations.

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Re: The Ends
« Reply #272 on: December 02, 2008, 11:59:04 AM »

ssssssuper ssssssoaker
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Re: The Ends
« Reply #273 on: December 02, 2008, 03:47:52 PM »

1 or bust.
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Re: The Ends
« Reply #274 on: December 02, 2008, 04:31:23 PM »

1. Carpe diem!
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Re: The Ends
« Reply #275 on: December 02, 2008, 05:18:25 PM »

1 or bust.
Nothing said it couldn't be both.

Well, we're locked anyhow.
1 PEDAL TO THE METAL! ETC! ETC!

... We didn't buckle up. Fuck.
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Re: The Ends
« Reply #276 on: December 02, 2008, 08:27:15 PM »

I'd better put my seatbelt on if I'm going to do this.  I hope I have enough time.
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Re: The Ends
« Reply #277 on: December 02, 2008, 08:36:37 PM »

Um, I dunno if we'll be able to. Seatbelt locking mechanisms are a bit finicky when you're accelerating.
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Re: The Ends
« Reply #278 on: December 02, 2008, 10:20:43 PM »

Is anyone else as thrilled as I am that flying through the windshield is "better off"?
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Re: The Ends
« Reply #279 on: December 03, 2008, 07:09:09 AM »

1. Floor it. You can make it. Aim for the gap.

You've come this far, by the skin of your teeth. You refuse to believe you won't make it now.

"You won't make it," says Benny from behind you.

"Fuck you," you say, pressing the accelerator down as far as it will go.

Benny laughs.

You make it.

The Halfhead releases his vines from the gate and starts to make his way around it as you turn onto the Highway.

You turn a bit, and smile at Benny, who sits smiling back at you in the backseat.

"Liar, liar, pants on fire," you tell him, but he merely smiles, leans forward, and reaches for you.

You jerk back but his arm seems to extend. You catch a brief glimpse of a long red fingernail, then his hand goes past your face and there is a cold, slimy sensation in your mind.

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The Halfhead is pulling the gate shut, his thicker, stronger vines wrapped around the bars. You decide to floor it and aim for the shrinking gap.

"You won't make it," Benny says from behind you. And as he speaks those words, you suddenly realize he is right. There's simply not enough time. You slam the brakes, and your tires wail in protest. But you're caught in that horrible point of no return, with not enough time to make it through, or enough time to stop.

The front of your car smashes into the gate, and your body flies out through the windshield. Strangely, you feel no pain. You are face up on the pavement. The Halfhead is climbing over the smoking wreck of your vehicle and through the gap toward you.

Benny still sits in the backseat, grinning at you, as the Halfhead steps down off the crumpled hood of the car.

"You are fine!" the creature says in that incredibly cheery voice. "My name is Nick! Hello! You are fine!"

The Halfhead reaches you and a vine descends toward your face. You open your mouth to scream.

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You're still screaming as the images fade and are replaced by rolling highway. You panic and slam on the brakes, screeching to a halt.

Benny is in the backseat behind you, laughing.

"Son of a bitch," you say, whirling on him.

"I toldja!" he replies.

Whatever you were going to say or do next is suddenly overwhelmed by the pain in your head. You press against your temples with both palms, moaning. After a moment, the pain subsides, leaving only a faint hissing noise in the back of your mind.

"You need to get some help, bro," Benny says, and giggles. "Too bad our mutual friends are on to your little trick that you used last time. You really should just give up and join them. A whole world with no beer?! What's the point?"

You gasp, attempting to get ahold of yourself. The images of you crashing into that gate had been so real.

"How... how did they know about that...?" you ask.

"That's simple," Benny says, picking his nose and wiping it on your shoulder. "You told them."

A brief memory flashes in your head. A mirror. A broken mirror. A poker.

Benny smiles.

"No. No, you're making it up. You're messing with me. Like the illusion just now of me crashing into the gate. I made it."

Benny shrugs. "Yeah, you did. This time. I admit I can't help but have a little fun with you. After all, you did kill me. Payback's a bitch, eh?"

"Shut up," you say. "You're not Benny. You're just some figment of my mind. You don't exist."

"For someone who doesn't exist, I seem to be able to cause you a lot of stress," he says. "It won't be much longer now. Pretty soon you'll understand. I --"

Suddenly he stops, and his confident smile falters. He seems to shudder, a bit, and then a strange look comes over his face. Something like... surprise?

Benny flickers, like a defeated baddie in some video game. His eyes widen and then he flickers once again, and vanishes.

We don't have much time, Jacob's voice says in your mind.

What is going on? you think.

No reply.

You turn back around in your seat to see No-Face standing in front of your car. He raises an arm and points at you.

Everything goes black.

***************************************

When you awaken, slumped over the steering wheel, it is dark. The road is empty in both directions as far as you can see.

The noises in your head have vanished, and been replaced by a steady throbbing.

You feel very clear, and focused. You notice you seem to be able to see fine in the dark, despite the lack of headlights or moonlight.

You yawn and stretch. You're not worried at all.

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1. Head toward Limestone. Look for any source of alcohol along the way.

2. ssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss

3. sssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss

4. ssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss

5. sssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss

6. Go back into the Sssssssssspanisssssssh Gardenssssssssss. Your friendsssss are there. Ssss.

7. ssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss

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Location: Northern California, Highway to Limestone
Health: Leg wounded, extent of damage presssssssssss
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