Stand In Glowing Ashes (Preliminary Title, Fallout CK2 Quest.)
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- fallout series ck2 quest
- Location
- Pallet town, Kanto
[X] Tell Manny to veer to the side.
Lord Scoro
Welding Dragon
- Location
- The void
[X] Tell Manny to veer to the side
Okay two things
1.Fucking rad-zombies, (edit: feral ghouls or some that we pissed of with blunt car trauma) when we get back we need to inform the group about that and beef up the defenses.
2. Even more reasons to tell and beef up not even 48 hours and we already got drugged up raiders running around, my thoughts junkies/gangs that no longer have the law to limit their "fun".
Okay two things
1.Fucking rad-zombies, (edit: feral ghouls or some that we pissed of with blunt car trauma) when we get back we need to inform the group about that and beef up the defenses.
2. Even more reasons to tell and beef up not even 48 hours and we already got drugged up raiders running around, my thoughts junkies/gangs that no longer have the law to limit their "fun".
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pretty much exactly that, these are proto-raider's.
They haven't quite gotten to the "Use severed body parts on pikes as decorations" level of awful yet.
But raping and pillaging is definitely up their alley.
Grosstoad
Birdbrain - Dick - Rules-Lawyer - Creeper
[X] Open up your window and return fire.
I am not sure why veer to the side is winning... Considering the truck can just try to slam into the Corvie instead.
Maybe going through the alleys will be better... Well, there are the various carwrecks, so either way the roads are hard to go through, I suppose.
I am not sure why veer to the side is winning... Considering the truck can just try to slam into the Corvie instead.
Maybe going through the alleys will be better... Well, there are the various carwrecks, so either way the roads are hard to go through, I suppose.
- Location
- Northern Ireland, UK
[X] Tell Manny to veer to the side.
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Alright Veer wins.
Locked.
I may start writing today, probably tomorrow though, I'm tired.
As for when to expect the update, well considering that I've had one come out significantly later than I thought, and two updates came out a lot earlier....
The next update will happen 1-14 days from now.
I'm sorry, but the muse is too erratic to make anymore of a precise prediction than that.
But going by recent events it'll probably be sooner rather than later.
Locked.
I may start writing today, probably tomorrow though, I'm tired.
As for when to expect the update, well considering that I've had one come out significantly later than I thought, and two updates came out a lot earlier....
The next update will happen 1-14 days from now.
I'm sorry, but the muse is too erratic to make anymore of a precise prediction than that.
But going by recent events it'll probably be sooner rather than later.
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Alright so progress update.
Because I went pretty fast over the last week I decided to take the weekend off.
I only got one paragraph done.
Also Resident Evil 7 Used magical super mold powers to mind control me into playing it for most of the weekend.
On the Bright side, it's given me some inspiration for things.
So yeah, i'll start writing for real again tomorrow, and I'll try to have the update out by Wednesday.
Just figured i'd let you all know.
Because I went pretty fast over the last week I decided to take the weekend off.
I only got one paragraph done.
Also Resident Evil 7 Used magical super mold powers to mind control me into playing it for most of the weekend.
On the Bright side, it's given me some inspiration for things.
So yeah, i'll start writing for real again tomorrow, and I'll try to have the update out by Wednesday.
Just figured i'd let you all know.
- Location
- Dual citizen of SV&SB
Eh, hope you had fun-
Nooooooooooooo
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Oh don't worry for the most part it just helped me solidify a character I already had in mind.
it just helped me decide on the final route of characterization.
I was just at crossroads at how said character would end up, you know.
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- Dual citizen of SV&SB
I just want to avoid adding Resident Evil Bioweapons to Fallout. It'll be tough enough to survive as it is.
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I wouldn't do that, it wouldn't match well.
I will however be creating plenty of Fallout bioweapons.
Heck we might even get to See Super Ebola in action.
And i got this real neat idea for a mutagen that plays off of Detroit's industrial nature.
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You've made your bed,
You now live memetic Detroit, plus rad-zombies, horrible mutants and criminals jacked up on military grade performance enhancing drugs.
Carrnage
Human
- Location
- New Zealand
Something which causes people to turn to metal?
Crash
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AN: Alright, so, the next part of the update is being written as we speak. But due to questionable content, I'm gonna run it by the mods when its done... so that might take another day or two, depending on how fast the mods go through it and if they approve it or not.
Thus, I'm giving you this short little bit, just to tell you how your last choice ended up.
So have fun with that.
The truck is bearing down on you, the sound of howling junkies and gunfire audible even through the windows of your car.
And they are accelerating, you might want to give Manny a head's up about that.
"They're trying to ram us Manny!"
"I can see that Alex, I'm handling it!" Manny says, stress is creeping into his voice… the situation must be affecting him pretty badly.
But despite his claims, Manny doesn't do anything besides keeping with his course. And all the while the trucks getting closer, its right up on your bumpers now.
And then…
"Hang on tight ladies and gentlemen! We're going for a spin!"
Manny jerks the wheel to the right, just as the truck puts on a final spurt of acceleration, the truck barrels forward to occupy the space you just left. Now the hooligan laden automobile is right beside you.
And then the windows break, because they've started shooting through them. And your positioned so that you'd have to aim around Manny to shoot back… Great.
"Don't you bust up my car!" Manny shouts, before proceeding to bust up his car even further by ramming into the side of the pickup truck.
Once, twice, then on the third attempt something gives way, the criminals truck lurches from the impact of your Corvega and spins out of control.
The thugs don't seem intent on giving up though, as they start firing wildly towards you, and unfortunately a bullets grazes Manny's head, his hands reach up to clutch the wound and leave the wheel… and now your spinning out of control as well.
At least you get to see the other vehicle smash through a nearby building, right before your own head smacks into the dash board and everything goes black.
PS. Your rolls tended toward both extremes, they were either really good or really bad, no crits either way though.
Thus, I'm giving you this short little bit, just to tell you how your last choice ended up.
So have fun with that.
The truck is bearing down on you, the sound of howling junkies and gunfire audible even through the windows of your car.
And they are accelerating, you might want to give Manny a head's up about that.
"They're trying to ram us Manny!"
"I can see that Alex, I'm handling it!" Manny says, stress is creeping into his voice… the situation must be affecting him pretty badly.
But despite his claims, Manny doesn't do anything besides keeping with his course. And all the while the trucks getting closer, its right up on your bumpers now.
And then…
"Hang on tight ladies and gentlemen! We're going for a spin!"
Manny jerks the wheel to the right, just as the truck puts on a final spurt of acceleration, the truck barrels forward to occupy the space you just left. Now the hooligan laden automobile is right beside you.
And then the windows break, because they've started shooting through them. And your positioned so that you'd have to aim around Manny to shoot back… Great.
"Don't you bust up my car!" Manny shouts, before proceeding to bust up his car even further by ramming into the side of the pickup truck.
Once, twice, then on the third attempt something gives way, the criminals truck lurches from the impact of your Corvega and spins out of control.
The thugs don't seem intent on giving up though, as they start firing wildly towards you, and unfortunately a bullets grazes Manny's head, his hands reach up to clutch the wound and leave the wheel… and now your spinning out of control as well.
At least you get to see the other vehicle smash through a nearby building, right before your own head smacks into the dash board and everything goes black.
PS. Your rolls tended toward both extremes, they were either really good or really bad, no crits either way though.
From Another's Eye's.
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AN: Alright, the mods in all their wisdom, have decided that this next bit is not breaking any rules.
Still since it has some rather dark content I feel I need to do this.
WARNING: This next bit contains Implications of nonconsensual sex, drug use, and violence. If you have any trauma associated with such things that you think might be aggravated by reading about them, I advise you to look away or prep yourself mentally, or whatever you feel youi need to do. And if this does set off something in your brain, I sincerely apologize.
Alright, that needed to be said.
So yeah, without further Ado I present the first piece written from a non-Alex Viewpoint. Read, discuss, and all that good stuff.
You are Alessandra Gravano, and you just woke up with a killer headache. Which is odd, because the last thing you remember is being in the car with Manny and Alex… and then some crazy chuckle head's decided to mess with all of you, there was some dodging and ramming and some shooting and….
Oh yeah, the car crashed. That would explain why your head is begging for death, and why you had to wake up at all.
Damnit Manny, you and your crazy driving!
Oh! Manny! Alexander! Were they okay?
You lean forward from position at the back of the car, trying to see if the others were still in the car.
They were… but they were also out cold and covered in cuts and scratches.
Apparently, the windshield, already brutally assaulted by the… zombie from earlier (you were still having a bit of a time processing that zombies were a real thing now) had fully shattered during the wreck, showering the two men in broken glass.
Other than the fact that they were wounded and still in the car, you couldn't really tell if they were okay or not, it's hard to check someone's eyes or their pulse from behind them after all.
You hurry to get out of the car, and having gotten out on the left side, go to check on Manny first.
Well from the side, the car doesn't look too bad, a lot of dents, a bit of crumpling, and the windshield and windows are just gone, but it might still work at least. But you're not particularly good with machines (you preferred more organic materials yourself) so you weren't completely sure.
Moving on from the check of the vehicle, Subject on… no you weren't in the West-Tek bioprogram anymore, and this was a human besides, Manny had a distinct wound starting at his left temple streaking further leftwards around his head, tearing a small hole through his left ear, and that was dried blood mixed in with his hair, good thing he's blonde, it made the rusty red a lot easier to see, so it must have continued on past his head.
Your best guess? He must have gotten grazed by a bullet at some point, it obviously didn't actually penetrate his skull or he'd probably be dead.
At any rate, Manny's pulse was still going and his breathing, well he was still breathing if nothing else, so if he had any other injuries, at least they weren't in his lungs or his heart. You think his ribs might have been injured judging by his pained breathing and such, but you weren't sure how bad it was.
At least he was alive though, Manny was a good guy, and he and Clemence had babysat you when you were younger, and you had baby sat their daughters back in high school, so he was damn near your uncle at this point.
Grabbing a stim-pak you wasted no time injecting Manny with the "miracle" fluid. (It was not a miracle! You could explain its formula in your sleep, or even make it if you had the materials!)
It would take a few minutes to take effect, but he should be back up and moving soon.
That just left Alexander.
You didn't really know what to think of him, he had been the newest resident of your little block, only there for the past two years or so, you had been heading off to college when you had moved in so you hadn't really been paying all that much attention in the early day's.
But dad had always said that he'd been pretty reclusive… jumpy, paranoid. Dad had said it reminded him of veteran soldiers he had met back in Italy… before it had all gone wrong in Europe.
The younger kids in the neighborhood had made up all kinds of rumors about him, "I heard the crazy soldier man down the block got kicked out for eating people!" and the like. But Dad had said he'd seemed like a nice enough sort on the few occasions he bothered to show himself, Alex would occasionally fix the lawnmower or the power tools or something for dad and the other neighbors apparently.
But for the most part Alexander Tesla had been a mystery to the neighborhood, no one had really known much about him or his past, but then again, most people didn't really care too much either.
But now, with the end of the world, Alex seemed almost… validated, resigned, both? It was almost like he had just been waiting for something to occur. And when it did, some switch just got flipped inside of him.
The formerly reclusive quiet and paranoid, neighbor had suddenly grown some charisma and some self-confidence when the bombs fell and had promptly took up a bit of a leadership role around the neighborhood.
It had more than a few people, yourself included, a bit confused. But you suppose it's better that he grows some charisma instead of murderous insanity or something.
You finish your examination of the neighborhood mystery's health, (a broken nose, and severe bruising around the eyes.) And your about to pull out a stim-pak when something hits you on the side of your head and knocks you to the ground.
"Surprise, bitch!"
A man, wearing torn clothing stained with dirt and blood looms above you, he promptly sits down to straddle your waist one of his hands takes both of yours in an iron hard grip, and the other comes to cover your mouth. Then he puts his face right up in yours, Greasy curtain of hair, rotten teeth, crazed eyes and all, his breath stinks of alcohol, and canned meat.
Overall, he's pretty gross
"You thought a little car crash would take me out? You'd be dead fuckin wrong girly! It's still a pain in the ass though. McCraggen's gonna fuckin skin me alive if I show back up at the bar with no car and down two guys, ain't he?"
He asks this of you, as if you'd know who McCraggen is, or what he would do in said scenario.
"Yeah he would!" the junkie continues.
"But don't you worry about ol' Jonny Schmidt! I got some nice compensation right here! You see, to my good eyes it looks like the pretty little car you got there would still be working. And so that's the "No car" part covered. Right?"
You just look on, this is really bad, this guy had apparently been in that truck earlier, and now he had blindsided you. You needed to find a way out of this fast.
The societal dreg keeps going.
"But Jonny! You ask, you have the car! But how you gonna replace two dead guys!" he exclaims, smiling even wider now.
You don't like that look on his face.
"Well simple girly! A hot piece of ass like yourself is worth way more than some dumb muscle! I bring a little bitch like you back for the guys and gals back home to play with, and I'll be getting the good stuff for life!"
Okay your starting to panic now, eyes moving wildly looking for something, anything to get you out of this.
And while your freaking out internally, the thug takes his hand off your mouth to reach into his pocket and retrieve a knife.
"Yeah, I'd be set for life, but you see, while that cover's my compensation to McCraggen… But who's compensating me for this headache that I got? Well that's pretty easy too! See the way I see it, I found you first, and you and your friends there have caused me quite a bit of trouble. So here's what I'm gonna do, I'm gonna kill those sleeping little fuckers in your car, and I'm gonna take any nice stuff they might have, and then I'm gonna take the car and you back on home… but first, you and me? We're gonna have a bit of fun!"
The knife comes down to your chest, and begins to cut through your shirt.
You begin to move, pushing with everything you have to get him off of you… he doesn't even budge. You scream, loudly.
"No! get off of me right now! Get off!"
Your assailant somehow manages to smile even wider.
"Scream all you like girl! There ain't nobody here to help you! Struggle all ya want! But I already told you, I'm on the good stuff, you stupid little bitch! I got the Psycho in me!" he's finished cutting through your shirt, and your bra straps and he's tossing the knife aside. Then he leans down pressing his face up so much that it fills up your entire point of view.
"So, tell you what girl." his mouth is right next your ear "Just lie back, and let it happen, I like it when my women are meek, so if you don't struggle, I promise I won't hurt ya… much. I'm still pretty pissed off about the car thing!" His contorts into a heinous snarl for all of a second before snapping back to that fucked up smile of his.
Your eyes are moving so fast that your starting to get dizzy, but you have to get out from this under this creep, you just have to!
He's going to, going to…
Your eyes catch sight of something silver in the car, and they pause their rapid movement…
Alex's Laser pistol, it's still loaded from when he shot the ghoul off the car! You just had to get to it….
Well here goes nothing.
"Alright sir, I get it. Me and my friend wronged you sir… I'll-ill make it up for, just… it's my first time could you please… just give me a kiss first, like real lovers would? Please?"
Oh, you fucking hope this works and that this "Simpering scared little girl" act is worth it.
It has to be worth it.
Please be worth it.
He smiles again.
"Ah-ha! a newbie huh? Well don't you worry little girly! Ol' Jonny can be gentlemanly when he wants to be! I'll treat you right, don't you worry!"
He leans in, lips puckered, closer, closer… there!
You ram your forehead into his face.
"Sonovabith, my noz, yu broke mah noz!"
That's not all your gonna break, his hand's are now clutching his face and he's risen out of his previous straddling position a bit…
Freeing up your legs just enough to knee him in the groin.
"FUUUUUUuuu"
He tilts over for a moment, but that's all you need, your scrambling across the concrete on hands and knees, and you manage to grab the gun and stand up.
And realize you have no idea how this gun work's, yeah you get the "Pull the trigger to shoot" part and the pistol, thankfully, still has a trigger but what do all these knobs and buttons mean?
It's while you're trying to decipher the contraption Alex calls a gun, that you get a fist to the face.
"Fuggin bich! I wuz gunna be nice, wuz gonna be gentle! but zen you had tah fight! Ahm gonna fuck you up Gud now!"
Your back on the ground now and he's got the knife again.
Fuck it, you turn the knob to maximum and press the red button, and point the gun in his general direction.
The beam of red of is bigger than you remember, it hits Jonny in the gut, and he stops dead for a tiny fraction of second… and then his stomach explodes in a cloud of steam and boiled organs.
Boiling blood splatter's into your eye, and you find yourself screaming again.
Through one eye you see the pile of steaming gore Jonny had been turned into, and you started vomiting and crying to go along with the screaming.
You keep sob-screaming for a while, you don't really know how long.
Until you hear a voice, that snaps you out of it for a moment.
"Alessandra?!"
AN: alright, that's it for now, the next bit with choice's and such will be up, within the next 2-3 days, but I got somethings I need to write up for work today, so yeah once Read, Discuss.
Also since this is the first time we've the world from someone other than Alex, tell me what you think.
Really, I need back, it helps me know what I'm doing right, and helps me fix anything I might be doing wrong.
Still since it has some rather dark content I feel I need to do this.
WARNING: This next bit contains Implications of nonconsensual sex, drug use, and violence. If you have any trauma associated with such things that you think might be aggravated by reading about them, I advise you to look away or prep yourself mentally, or whatever you feel youi need to do. And if this does set off something in your brain, I sincerely apologize.
Alright, that needed to be said.
So yeah, without further Ado I present the first piece written from a non-Alex Viewpoint. Read, discuss, and all that good stuff.
You are Alessandra Gravano, and you just woke up with a killer headache. Which is odd, because the last thing you remember is being in the car with Manny and Alex… and then some crazy chuckle head's decided to mess with all of you, there was some dodging and ramming and some shooting and….
Oh yeah, the car crashed. That would explain why your head is begging for death, and why you had to wake up at all.
Damnit Manny, you and your crazy driving!
Oh! Manny! Alexander! Were they okay?
You lean forward from position at the back of the car, trying to see if the others were still in the car.
They were… but they were also out cold and covered in cuts and scratches.
Apparently, the windshield, already brutally assaulted by the… zombie from earlier (you were still having a bit of a time processing that zombies were a real thing now) had fully shattered during the wreck, showering the two men in broken glass.
Other than the fact that they were wounded and still in the car, you couldn't really tell if they were okay or not, it's hard to check someone's eyes or their pulse from behind them after all.
You hurry to get out of the car, and having gotten out on the left side, go to check on Manny first.
Well from the side, the car doesn't look too bad, a lot of dents, a bit of crumpling, and the windshield and windows are just gone, but it might still work at least. But you're not particularly good with machines (you preferred more organic materials yourself) so you weren't completely sure.
Moving on from the check of the vehicle, Subject on… no you weren't in the West-Tek bioprogram anymore, and this was a human besides, Manny had a distinct wound starting at his left temple streaking further leftwards around his head, tearing a small hole through his left ear, and that was dried blood mixed in with his hair, good thing he's blonde, it made the rusty red a lot easier to see, so it must have continued on past his head.
Your best guess? He must have gotten grazed by a bullet at some point, it obviously didn't actually penetrate his skull or he'd probably be dead.
At any rate, Manny's pulse was still going and his breathing, well he was still breathing if nothing else, so if he had any other injuries, at least they weren't in his lungs or his heart. You think his ribs might have been injured judging by his pained breathing and such, but you weren't sure how bad it was.
At least he was alive though, Manny was a good guy, and he and Clemence had babysat you when you were younger, and you had baby sat their daughters back in high school, so he was damn near your uncle at this point.
Grabbing a stim-pak you wasted no time injecting Manny with the "miracle" fluid. (It was not a miracle! You could explain its formula in your sleep, or even make it if you had the materials!)
It would take a few minutes to take effect, but he should be back up and moving soon.
That just left Alexander.
You didn't really know what to think of him, he had been the newest resident of your little block, only there for the past two years or so, you had been heading off to college when you had moved in so you hadn't really been paying all that much attention in the early day's.
But dad had always said that he'd been pretty reclusive… jumpy, paranoid. Dad had said it reminded him of veteran soldiers he had met back in Italy… before it had all gone wrong in Europe.
The younger kids in the neighborhood had made up all kinds of rumors about him, "I heard the crazy soldier man down the block got kicked out for eating people!" and the like. But Dad had said he'd seemed like a nice enough sort on the few occasions he bothered to show himself, Alex would occasionally fix the lawnmower or the power tools or something for dad and the other neighbors apparently.
But for the most part Alexander Tesla had been a mystery to the neighborhood, no one had really known much about him or his past, but then again, most people didn't really care too much either.
But now, with the end of the world, Alex seemed almost… validated, resigned, both? It was almost like he had just been waiting for something to occur. And when it did, some switch just got flipped inside of him.
The formerly reclusive quiet and paranoid, neighbor had suddenly grown some charisma and some self-confidence when the bombs fell and had promptly took up a bit of a leadership role around the neighborhood.
It had more than a few people, yourself included, a bit confused. But you suppose it's better that he grows some charisma instead of murderous insanity or something.
You finish your examination of the neighborhood mystery's health, (a broken nose, and severe bruising around the eyes.) And your about to pull out a stim-pak when something hits you on the side of your head and knocks you to the ground.
"Surprise, bitch!"
A man, wearing torn clothing stained with dirt and blood looms above you, he promptly sits down to straddle your waist one of his hands takes both of yours in an iron hard grip, and the other comes to cover your mouth. Then he puts his face right up in yours, Greasy curtain of hair, rotten teeth, crazed eyes and all, his breath stinks of alcohol, and canned meat.
Overall, he's pretty gross
"You thought a little car crash would take me out? You'd be dead fuckin wrong girly! It's still a pain in the ass though. McCraggen's gonna fuckin skin me alive if I show back up at the bar with no car and down two guys, ain't he?"
He asks this of you, as if you'd know who McCraggen is, or what he would do in said scenario.
"Yeah he would!" the junkie continues.
"But don't you worry about ol' Jonny Schmidt! I got some nice compensation right here! You see, to my good eyes it looks like the pretty little car you got there would still be working. And so that's the "No car" part covered. Right?"
You just look on, this is really bad, this guy had apparently been in that truck earlier, and now he had blindsided you. You needed to find a way out of this fast.
The societal dreg keeps going.
"But Jonny! You ask, you have the car! But how you gonna replace two dead guys!" he exclaims, smiling even wider now.
You don't like that look on his face.
"Well simple girly! A hot piece of ass like yourself is worth way more than some dumb muscle! I bring a little bitch like you back for the guys and gals back home to play with, and I'll be getting the good stuff for life!"
Okay your starting to panic now, eyes moving wildly looking for something, anything to get you out of this.
And while your freaking out internally, the thug takes his hand off your mouth to reach into his pocket and retrieve a knife.
"Yeah, I'd be set for life, but you see, while that cover's my compensation to McCraggen… But who's compensating me for this headache that I got? Well that's pretty easy too! See the way I see it, I found you first, and you and your friends there have caused me quite a bit of trouble. So here's what I'm gonna do, I'm gonna kill those sleeping little fuckers in your car, and I'm gonna take any nice stuff they might have, and then I'm gonna take the car and you back on home… but first, you and me? We're gonna have a bit of fun!"
The knife comes down to your chest, and begins to cut through your shirt.
You begin to move, pushing with everything you have to get him off of you… he doesn't even budge. You scream, loudly.
"No! get off of me right now! Get off!"
Your assailant somehow manages to smile even wider.
"Scream all you like girl! There ain't nobody here to help you! Struggle all ya want! But I already told you, I'm on the good stuff, you stupid little bitch! I got the Psycho in me!" he's finished cutting through your shirt, and your bra straps and he's tossing the knife aside. Then he leans down pressing his face up so much that it fills up your entire point of view.
"So, tell you what girl." his mouth is right next your ear "Just lie back, and let it happen, I like it when my women are meek, so if you don't struggle, I promise I won't hurt ya… much. I'm still pretty pissed off about the car thing!" His contorts into a heinous snarl for all of a second before snapping back to that fucked up smile of his.
Your eyes are moving so fast that your starting to get dizzy, but you have to get out from this under this creep, you just have to!
He's going to, going to…
Your eyes catch sight of something silver in the car, and they pause their rapid movement…
Alex's Laser pistol, it's still loaded from when he shot the ghoul off the car! You just had to get to it….
Well here goes nothing.
"Alright sir, I get it. Me and my friend wronged you sir… I'll-ill make it up for, just… it's my first time could you please… just give me a kiss first, like real lovers would? Please?"
Oh, you fucking hope this works and that this "Simpering scared little girl" act is worth it.
It has to be worth it.
Please be worth it.
He smiles again.
"Ah-ha! a newbie huh? Well don't you worry little girly! Ol' Jonny can be gentlemanly when he wants to be! I'll treat you right, don't you worry!"
He leans in, lips puckered, closer, closer… there!
You ram your forehead into his face.
"Sonovabith, my noz, yu broke mah noz!"
That's not all your gonna break, his hand's are now clutching his face and he's risen out of his previous straddling position a bit…
Freeing up your legs just enough to knee him in the groin.
"FUUUUUUuuu"
He tilts over for a moment, but that's all you need, your scrambling across the concrete on hands and knees, and you manage to grab the gun and stand up.
And realize you have no idea how this gun work's, yeah you get the "Pull the trigger to shoot" part and the pistol, thankfully, still has a trigger but what do all these knobs and buttons mean?
It's while you're trying to decipher the contraption Alex calls a gun, that you get a fist to the face.
"Fuggin bich! I wuz gunna be nice, wuz gonna be gentle! but zen you had tah fight! Ahm gonna fuck you up Gud now!"
Your back on the ground now and he's got the knife again.
Fuck it, you turn the knob to maximum and press the red button, and point the gun in his general direction.
The beam of red of is bigger than you remember, it hits Jonny in the gut, and he stops dead for a tiny fraction of second… and then his stomach explodes in a cloud of steam and boiled organs.
Boiling blood splatter's into your eye, and you find yourself screaming again.
Through one eye you see the pile of steaming gore Jonny had been turned into, and you started vomiting and crying to go along with the screaming.
You keep sob-screaming for a while, you don't really know how long.
Until you hear a voice, that snaps you out of it for a moment.
"Alessandra?!"
AN: alright, that's it for now, the next bit with choice's and such will be up, within the next 2-3 days, but I got somethings I need to write up for work today, so yeah once Read, Discuss.
Also since this is the first time we've the world from someone other than Alex, tell me what you think.
Really, I need back, it helps me know what I'm doing right, and helps me fix anything I might be doing wrong.
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Grosstoad
Birdbrain - Dick - Rules-Lawyer - Creeper
That's the girl, dude.