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Post by stainedmind on Mar 2, 2013 16:16:51 GMT -5
We were once so close to heaven Peter came out and gave us medals. Declaring us the nicest Of the damned...
Both Reka and Malo are in the same suburb. An old lady sits on a porch, knitting a scarf. A large plate of cookies sits next to her.
Only Reka can see that the scarf is made of human flesh.
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Post by societalFlame on Mar 2, 2013 21:51:48 GMT -5
I pay no attention to the painted man, since the old lady is a bit more urgent of a matter than him. I remember her, and more particularly I remember the pain of being unable to do anything while she peels the skin off my arm. It's not a nice memory.
I pull out my pocketknife, unfold it, and lunge at the woman. She's not getting my skin this time!
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Post by genesisArtificer on Mar 3, 2013 5:33:14 GMT -5
I look at the crazy girl with a knife with horror - what the fuck is she doing to an old lady?! I try to grab her by the wrist
"WHAT THE FUCK, WOMAN ARE YOU CRAZY!!!"
God, do I need a cig after that. Is everyone fucking mad in this city?
... maybe if I would save that lady she would tell me what the fuck is going on?
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Post by societalFlame on Mar 3, 2013 14:47:42 GMT -5
I try to yank my hand away from him, then give up and switch the knife to the hand that isn't being held back. It's just too bad I'm still too far from the old woman to reach her.
"Leggo of me!" I shout. "I'm not letting that thing get me this time!"
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Post by stainedmind on Mar 3, 2013 14:55:56 GMT -5
The old woman looks up from her knitting.
"Ah, deary, you're back! It's been ever so long since I've last seen you!"
She notices Malo.
"Oh, and you've brought a friend! Are you here to donate more materials? I would be ever so thankful!"
She picks up a skinning knife, hidden behind the scarf she's been knitting. Malo can now see that what he thought were yarns in a variety of skin-tones are instead actual pieces of human flesh. Reka could always see it, this is no surprise to her.
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Post by genesisArtificer on Mar 3, 2013 15:44:21 GMT -5
I let her go, more out of shock rather than anything. So, a granny is another monster. Cool, paranoid streak is just what I fucking needed.
I ready myself to fight against the psycho grandma.
"You wanna piece of me, ya old hag? Not gonna get it!"
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Post by societalFlame on Mar 3, 2013 15:49:15 GMT -5
The moment he lets go of me, I lunge at the old woman again.
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Post by stainedmind on Mar 3, 2013 16:04:46 GMT -5
You're facing the Fleshknitter (Pain 4)!
The fleshknitter goes for Norion, attempting to slash at her with it's skinning knife.
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Post by genesisArtificer on Mar 3, 2013 16:12:02 GMT -5
I don't wait for the hag to skin a girl alive - I punch her in her kidney (or where a kidney should be)
(Discipline: 5, 3, 5 ; Exhaustion: 2 (+ one automatic success from Exhaustion Talent) ; Madness: 3 )
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Post by stainedmind on Mar 3, 2013 16:18:47 GMT -5
Pain: 1,2,3,2
4 Successes, Discipline Dominates.
You manage to punch the Fleshknitter. The area you punch splits apart, and stuffing comes out of it. Apparently the Fleshknitter is itself knitted.
"Now that's not very nice young man."
She advances on Malo now, knife raised.
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Post by societalFlame on Mar 3, 2013 17:09:38 GMT -5
I stab at her with the pocketknife.
[Discipline (3d6): 3, 4, 6
Exhaustion (2d6): 6 (Plus one automatic success from Exhaustion Talent)]
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Post by genesisArtificer on Mar 3, 2013 18:29:55 GMT -5
Oh fuck the demon grandma is after me.
I
I wanna rip the fluffy guts outta that monster
I wanna punish her for making a fool of me and being a freak
... I want for things to stop
[ Discipline 5, 3, 1; Exhaustion 2 (+1 automatic success); Madness 4, 3 + Madness Talent]
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Post by stainedmind on Mar 4, 2013 13:34:50 GMT -5
Pain (1,2,2,4)
Reka: 2 successes, Pain Dominates
As you attempt to stab the Fleshknitter, you miss and instead manage to cut yourself on the skinning knife. You drop your pocketknife in pain.
Malo: 5 successes, Discipline Dominates.
((Narrate away))
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Post by genesisArtificer on Mar 4, 2013 14:48:15 GMT -5
Everything halts.
I can see the droplets of crimson frozen midair. When I touch them, they coat my fingers with blood.
The monster is quite easy to dispatch now. I look for the seams that hold her together and tug...
And when everything starts to move again I pull
The hag unravels. My fingers are still bloody.
...I wasn't hurt, right?
"What the fuck was that" - I didn't realize I said it aloud.
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Post by stainedmind on Mar 4, 2013 15:18:11 GMT -5
The Fleshknitter falls apart and becomes nothing more than stuffing and unraveled flesh.
The Fleshknitter is defeated.
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