Mook Quest (Hotline Miami)
- Thread starter TheOneMoiderah
- Start date
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- Tags
- hotline miami
- Location
- HELL
- Pronouns
- They/It
FUCK YOU, CHICKEN-MAN
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- Location
- HELL
- Pronouns
- They/It
[x] Keep. Swimming.
"Fuck you, Chicken man!" You keep swimming. "I didn't even want to be here!"
Just as you say that, you feel a harsh tug on the wound in your leg. You let out a strangled scream, before you're tugged under the water. You watch in silent horror as you look at the face of the rooster, and as you do, you can feel him trying to put his hands over your face.
[] Get them off! (1d6-2)
[] Swim away! (1d6-4 with hands.) (1d6-2 without)
[] Accept it.
"Fuck you, Chicken man!" You keep swimming. "I didn't even want to be here!"
Just as you say that, you feel a harsh tug on the wound in your leg. You let out a strangled scream, before you're tugged under the water. You watch in silent horror as you look at the face of the rooster, and as you do, you can feel him trying to put his hands over your face.
[] Get them off! (1d6-2)
[] Swim away! (1d6-4 with hands.) (1d6-2 without)
[] Accept it.
Night_stalker
Slava Ukraini!
- Pronouns
- He/Him
[X] Get them off! (1d6-2)
-[X] Use your good leg to kick him in the crotch, or somewhere else sensitive
-[X] Use your good leg to kick him in the crotch, or somewhere else sensitive
FlatlineAskari
*feline scrutiny*
- Location
- Elsewhere
- Pronouns
- Any
[x] BITE AND KICK
[x] Keep swimming
[x] Keep swimming
GilliamYaeger
M'crazy.
[X] Get them off! (1d6-2)
-[o] "THATS MY PURSE! I DON'T KNOW YOU!"
-[X] Use your good leg to kick him in the crotch, or somewhere else sensitive
-[o] "THATS MY PURSE! I DON'T KNOW YOU!"
-[X] Use your good leg to kick him in the crotch, or somewhere else sensitive
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- Location
- Australia
[X] Get them off! (1d6-2)
--[X] Use your good leg to kick him in the crotch, or somewhere else sensitive
Then,
[X] Swim away! (1d6-4 with hands.) (1d6-2 without)
--[X] Use your good leg to kick him in the crotch, or somewhere else sensitive
Then,
[X] Swim away! (1d6-4 with hands.) (1d6-2 without)
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- Location
- Australia
Well, I think we should try to survive, so we can get skills and become an elite mook.
- Location
- HELL
- Pronouns
- They/It
AAAAAAAAAAAAAA
GilliamYaeger
M'crazy.
Welp.
We had a good run.
We had a good run.
- Location
- HELL
- Pronouns
- They/It
[x] GET THEM OFF GET THEM OFF GET THEM OFF
[x] Swim away!
You try to get the hands off. You feebly wrestle with the assailant in the water, before he quickly moves your hands away. You let out a loud horrible scream as your eyes are squashed by his thumbs, and you scream and struggle as he takes a knife to your throat.
Suddenly, your screaming starts to be strangled as your throat is cut open. You start to sob, only to drown horribly as salt water enters your wound and fills your lungs. You're overtaken by the waves, as the assailant kicks you in the stomach.
And with that, you begin to sink to the ocean floor. Blood floods out of your neck, as your vision slowly turns black.
Your name...your name's not important.
As of right now, you are currently in the back seat of a car; a scrawny twenty-something among a bunch of much older people. One is large, tatooed. You can tell by his bulging muscles that if you were to move as much as an inch, you'd be dead in seconds. You look to your left, and someone else is there, this time much skinnier. You feel a little more relaxed, until your eyes wander down to his jacket.
There are so many knives on his person. So many that it's kind of astonishing. Your eyes widen as you stare at it, then at him. He just seems to nod knowingly, as the man in front of you laughs...wait a fucking second.
"So...debt?" He says. "You just had to make a deal with the don, didn't you?"
...Wait a goddamn second.
[] Write-in what to say.
[] Don't talk.
[] Check your throat.
[x] Swim away!
You try to get the hands off. You feebly wrestle with the assailant in the water, before he quickly moves your hands away. You let out a loud horrible scream as your eyes are squashed by his thumbs, and you scream and struggle as he takes a knife to your throat.
Suddenly, your screaming starts to be strangled as your throat is cut open. You start to sob, only to drown horribly as salt water enters your wound and fills your lungs. You're overtaken by the waves, as the assailant kicks you in the stomach.
And with that, you begin to sink to the ocean floor. Blood floods out of your neck, as your vision slowly turns black.
Your name...your name's not important.
As of right now, you are currently in the back seat of a car; a scrawny twenty-something among a bunch of much older people. One is large, tatooed. You can tell by his bulging muscles that if you were to move as much as an inch, you'd be dead in seconds. You look to your left, and someone else is there, this time much skinnier. You feel a little more relaxed, until your eyes wander down to his jacket.
There are so many knives on his person. So many that it's kind of astonishing. Your eyes widen as you stare at it, then at him. He just seems to nod knowingly, as the man in front of you laughs...wait a fucking second.
"So...debt?" He says. "You just had to make a deal with the don, didn't you?"
...Wait a goddamn second.
[] Write-in what to say.
[] Don't talk.
[] Check your throat.
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Night_stalker
Slava Ukraini!
- Pronouns
- He/Him
[x] Check your throat
[x] Get out as soon as an opportunity presents itself
[x] Get out as soon as an opportunity presents itself