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Post by genesisArtificer on Feb 28, 2013 15:55:14 GMT -5
The hell? Ok, that does it, you hate when fuckers take advantage of your trip for cheap laughs. Like the hell they are police.
I don't wait for the cops to strike me, lunging at them and aiming for the throat of one closest to me
(Discipline: 4, 1, 5; Madness: 3 Exhaustion: 3 + one automatic success from Exhaustion Talent in punching people )
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Post by stainedmind on Feb 28, 2013 15:57:07 GMT -5
Pain: 1, 5 4 Successes, Discipline Dominates
(Now narrate what happens)
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Post by genesisArtificer on Feb 28, 2013 16:02:06 GMT -5
I punch the fist fake cop in the gut, making him to keel over. That felt weird, like he had something metal in his belly, but fuck if I care.
Second cop tries to take a swing with his baton. thing. whatever it was, I punched him in the arm, making him to drop it. Then my knuckles and his neck had moment together. Moment of pain.
I got the hell away from the crime scene and managed to at least blend in the crowd. Even with my skullface I wasn't the weirdest looking mofo around.
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Post by stainedmind on Feb 28, 2013 16:11:01 GMT -5
You manage to blend into the crowd. The "policemen" haven't gotten up from their beating. You think they're leaking... Oil? Whatever.
As you blend into the crowd, you hear a clock chiming.
BONG BONG BONG
You find another window, this one leads back to reality!
BONG BONG BONG
Maybe the trip'll be over soon?
BONG BONG BONG
This crowd is so thick, you can barely reach it!
BONG BONG BONG
You reach to open the window...
BOOOOOONNNNNNGGGGG
It won't open.
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Post by genesisArtificer on Feb 28, 2013 16:17:36 GMT -5
... Goddamn. God. Fucking. Damn. It. To. Hell.
I stare helplessly at the crowd. Then walk away, cause goddamn those pseudocops could catch my trail again. I note where the door is, though.
Well, as long as I am here I can at least look on the wares.
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Post by stainedmind on Feb 28, 2013 16:21:12 GMT -5
Wow, look at all the crap people are selling! There's a food stall selling some weird-looking sausages. Then someone purchases one and... Is it begging for it's life? There's also a stall selling various books bound in what looks like human flesh.
There doesn't seem like much that's interesting.
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Post by genesisArtificer on Feb 28, 2013 16:23:37 GMT -5
I cringe at the sausages AND the flesh-bound books.
I walk down the street, looking at the crowd and trying to find the least crazy looking folks.
Maybe they would answer my questions.
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Post by stainedmind on Feb 28, 2013 16:35:08 GMT -5
As you wander, you manage to somehow end up in a suburb. All it took was a few minutes of thinking. It seems like a normal suburb, with neat houses lined up in rows.
A little old lady sits on the porch of one house, knitting a scarf...
[END OF INTRO.]
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