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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 17, 2018 21:32:02 GMT -8
He really did look a lot like the murder victim. Wasn't an uncommon look,
but still. Target employee red t-shirt and khakis, nametag slightly askew.
He tried to dodge away from you; not shocking given your current look.
Ryan Bedford (?) - "Where's William?! What did you do?!" He gasps at the sight of the murdered dog. Your heart is beating so fast,
your already sweaty body is getting a new coat, dripping off your forehead
like tears.
((This is all too uncanny. Roll 2d10+Will to stay calm.))
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Nov 17, 2018 21:33:05 GMT -8
639TzZQd+2·
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Nov 17, 2018 21:36:48 GMT -8
I was no longer in the mood for this. Not that I ever was, really. I HATED being lied to.Ryan-- "Staying in character; that will get you the same place it did the real Ryan Bedford. Who hired you to come here and pretend to be Ryan Bedford?
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 17, 2018 21:41:18 GMT -8
(( - 1 stability. Do you become angry or another feeling? ))
Ryan Bedford (?)- "What the fuck are you talking about?! You killed our dog?! You need to get out of here right now!"
His face is a mask of absolute terror. He holds his keys tight, his eyes giving him away-- he glances toward the kitchen before he tries to
sprint that way.
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Nov 17, 2018 21:46:53 GMT -8
These cultists were obviously quite dangerous. A self defense plea would be easy enough. Let's see how his head holds up to a hunk of concrete. Might as well let him earn his role.L02mtRz_+0 ·
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 17, 2018 21:54:36 GMT -8
You hit the guy in the shoulder hard enough to send him spinning, but not
enough to stop him fully. He runs for the knife block on the counter, but you
already used them all on the dog and left them in the sink like a good boy.
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Nov 17, 2018 22:03:11 GMT -8
I try to take advantage of his distraction and take another swing with the rock.ic|qmIbe+0 ·
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 17, 2018 22:11:18 GMT -8
You hit him in the back of the neck. He lets out a sharp cry, and you feel
your knuckles pop with the impact. ((You take light damage. No roll effect but it really hurts.))
He scrambled to grab one of the knives in the sink, giving you plenty of
opportunity for another blow. Self defense... You get him in the side of the head and he flies to the side, smashing against the refrigerator and knocking his glasses off. He falls, limp to the floor.
You have a vision, but it's not your own. A man in the driver's seat of a car. His head has gone loose, barely held on by a few broken vertebrae, most of it impaled with a huge splinter of wood coming from a broken post that has smashed into the car. A woman is crying softly, you are grabbing at his head to try to hold it together.
You are back to reality, sans 1 stability point. You are 'unfocused.' A man lies on the kitchen floor, bleeding slightly from his nose. He is still breathing but unconscious.
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Nov 17, 2018 22:16:06 GMT -8
(unfocused) He could go with the rest of the planted evidence. These old houses burn really good. I turn the broiler on the oven on and open the door wide. I tried to remember where the water heater was.
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 17, 2018 22:18:16 GMT -8
You believe it was down the hall near the washer/dryer. There is a muffled
banging upstairs, only audible now in this moment of quiet.
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Nov 17, 2018 22:23:27 GMT -8
(unfocused) Probably just the actor they cast to play the boy. Presumably locked in the cupboard.[/i] I continue my mission to blow out the pilot light. I wondered briefly if enough gas would build up for the doorbell to ignite it when the neighbor girl came in a little over an hour.
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 17, 2018 22:31:22 GMT -8
You hunker down to fiddle with the machinery, visions of burning children
dancing in your head. As you reach in, you feel something slither over your
hands. A black snake winds up your forearms. Before you can shake it away,
its head alights like a match head, as does the water heater, the room, and
your body...
Your flesh disintegrates from your bones in an instant, yet, you are aware.
You feel every moment of it. You stand there as a charcoaled skeleton in
a raging conflagration that used to be a home.
What's on your mind?((2d10+Will))
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Nov 18, 2018 8:48:01 GMT -8
4xIFZLiE+2·
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Nov 18, 2018 8:49:23 GMT -8
(unfocused) Well, that's not normal...
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Nov 18, 2018 8:58:01 GMT -8
It all happened so fast, I hardly had a millisecond to think. Now, did I even have the necessary biology to think. I guess so...
1. They must have included a hallucinogen in the drug cocktail they gave me.
2. Or maybe I am really a charred skeleton and there is some other element to existence to account for my continued cognition, like a soul or ghost or something.
3. Or, perhaps, all of the happenings that have been edging further from expected reality were themselves part of some chemical/medical or psychic/magickal mind alteration/simulation.
4. If the latter was true, then did I need to reconsider my judgements of Tim?
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