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Post by Deleted on May 17, 2014 18:08:19 GMT
So... Rock... When's the next part of this? And Bio, are you ever gonna make that FTL story? If not, I'd do it, now that TWF is not continuing, and Rock has control over FBRII.
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Post by Rock114 on May 17, 2014 18:30:23 GMT
Next part should be tonight or tomorrow.
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Post by wakemeup on May 17, 2014 18:38:31 GMT
So... Rock... When's the next part of this? And Bio, are you ever gonna make that FTL story? If not, I'd do it, now that TWF is not continuing, and Rock has control over FBRII. Yay, FTL story. I've lost hope that Bio would ever start it, so it's good to hear that this idea won't be wasted.
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Post by Deleted on May 17, 2014 18:39:14 GMT
Yeah. I'll do it. Why not? What should it be called?
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Post by wakemeup on May 17, 2014 18:42:44 GMT
No idea. FTF: Faster than forum?
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Post by Deleted on May 17, 2014 18:43:48 GMT
Eh. Maybe I'll just do the TWD:FS thing.
EDIT: Which, btw, you should totally continue.
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Post by Rock114 on May 17, 2014 18:44:30 GMT
No idea. FTF: Faster than forum? No idea is right.
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Post by wakemeup on May 17, 2014 18:48:04 GMT
Eh. Maybe I'll just do the TWD:FS thing. EDIT: Which, btw, you should totally continue. I'd like to see the FTL story, but do whatever fits you better. And I will continue, lately was thinking about it. I just have a lot of shit to deal with first. I will totally get back to it next month.
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Post by Deleted on May 17, 2014 18:49:11 GMT
Eh. Maybe I'll just do the TWD:FS thing. EDIT: Which, btw, you should totally continue. I'd like to see the FTL story, but do whatever fits you better. And I will continue, lately was thinking about it. I just have a lot of shit to deal with first. I will totally get back to it next month. Oh, no, no, no. I only meant for the title. Like, FTL: Forum Story or something like that.
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Post by wakemeup on May 17, 2014 18:52:03 GMT
I'd like to see the FTL story, but do whatever fits you better. And I will continue, lately was thinking about it. I just have a lot of shit to deal with first. I will totally get back to it next month. Oh, no, no, no. I only meant for the title. Like, FTL: Forum Story or something like that. Ah, okay. Forget I said anything. That title works for me. I better be part of the crew in it.
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Post by Deleted on May 17, 2014 18:52:45 GMT
Oh, you will.
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Post by Kat on May 17, 2014 19:39:25 GMT
Uh oh I pissed off deadwaste(possibly the most skilled fighter in this story) but on the bright side I survived my encounter with Bio.
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Post by Rock114 on May 17, 2014 21:44:45 GMT
CRACKMAN
“Look at that,” He said to me, pointing out the structure before us. “I think that might be a good place to set up. For a little while, you know, before karma catches up to you.” Instead of arguing again, I just nodded my head in silence. He wouldn’t stop this torment, no matter how much I hated it, so I decided I wouldn’t waste my breath trying to get Him to stop.
The structure before us was a squat, concrete bunker like the kind you would see in an old war movie. It looked cramped, but if my theory about it being a bunker was correct then it would be dug into the ground giving it more space than I could see from the outside. I trudged in with my companion behind me, unable to raise my head and gaze at anything other than the floor.
Inside I discovered that I was right. A majority of the bunker was dug beneath the ground, likely in order to conceal it from incoming fire. I wasn’t a history expert so I didn’t know what war it might have been built for, but the walls had several cracks and moss was growing over several surfaces both inside and out. This place was old, decades old if I had to guess. A few dusty crates sat in a corner with strange symbols painted over them. I think it may have been a label or something in a different language, but all of the confusing lines and marks were impossible to decipher.
“Damn,” He said to me, staring out the front slit of the bunker, “the visibility here is just god awful. You won’t be able to see what you’ve got coming to you.” He was right. Vines and leaves covered much of the bunker’s main viewing slit from the outside, only letting in a few rays of sunlight that managed to find passages through the creeping plants and into the musty interior of this long forgotten place.
He took a seat on one of the crates, and it creaked with a combination of years of His weight and decades or wear. “So,” he offhandedly commented, “how long do you think it’ll be?”
I tried to peek through a small crack in the sheet of plant life that covered the viewing slit to the outside, but I couldn’t make out very much. “Until what?”
He smirked, drawing himself back up and striding over to me. “Crackman, my pal,” He said, resting a hand on my shoulder, “you know what I’m talking about. You’ve got some bad shit coming your way, and it’s all your fault. You’re a murderer now, remember? It’s only a matter of time until the things you’ve done catch up to you.”
“Fuck you,” I cursed in a knee jerk reaction. It just came out, but I was tired of hearing him say these things, for all the good my protests would do. “I was tricked. If I had the whole picture, nobody would have died. At least not because of me.”
“That isn’t how it went, Crackman,” He reminded me. People died because of you. Two people, specifically, would be alive right now if you’d acted differently.”
“Shut up!” I cried, pushing myself away from Him. “I didn’t want any of this! I never wanted to kill anyone! All I want is to get out of here!”
“You can’t take back what happened,” Zeruis said. “I never wanted to kill anyone either, but guess what happened to me? You did.”
“I’m sorry, okay?!” I screeched at Him, but Zeruis just shook his head. “The words just go into my head, then come right back out, you know? Actually no, you probably don’t because you don’t have a massive hole in yours. What do you think, Michael?”
Michael sauntered in from the outside, a piece of rebar still stuck in his chest as he scratched at his arm. A tiny piece of skin came off and crumbled to dust but he didn’t pay it any attention. “What was that, Zeruis? I’ve been having some hearing trouble ever since Crackman helped MP barbecue me back at my camp.”
“Just go away!”
Zeruis laughed as Michael stepped up to us. “Nobody’s keeping us here but you, Crackman. We’re here because you wanted us to be. You already know everything we’re going to say, and you know we’re not going to stop, because a killer like you deserves nothing less. Right Mike?” Michael nodded, absently scratching once again at his arm.
I tried to walk away, but Michael stood between me and the door. I settled for sitting down and resting my back against one of the walls and looking away from them. “I just want to go home.” “So did we, Crackman, so did we. How well did that go?”
“I’m not listening to this anymore. Leave.”
Mike stood in front of me now, looking down. “That’s entirely up to you, Crackman. We’re not here because you killed us, we’re here because of how you feel about it. We’re not saying anything that you aren’t thinking. “Then what, this is all me talking to myself?”
“Fuck if I know,” Zeruis dismissed. “I’m dead, so I don’t feel as qualified to offer an opinion as I used to.”
The idea came out of nowhere. “Don’t do it,” Zeruis warned me. “He’ll kill you if he ever sees you again. You need to let these things come to you. I can tell you’re not looking forward to this.”
“It’s your skin, Crackman,” Mike told me. “If you want to then we can’t stop you. Only you can do that.”
“But you just said- you know what, nevermind. I don’t even know what’s happening anymore, I’m just insane.”
Zeruis shrugged. “I guess you are, if you’re seeing us. You shouldn’t really be shocked though; all murderers are at least a little crazy, aren’t they?”
I ignored him. I slid a small pencil out of my pocket, a pencil I’d found in a small secluded workroom on the first day, then searched around the bunker for some paper. I found a sheet, yellow and wrinkled with age, but just what I needed. This was my insurance policy, a way to make sure my message found its destination even if I couldn’t make it myself. Hopefully, if it did come to that, the person who killed me would be nice enough to deliver the note in my stead. It was a shitty way of asking for forgiveness, but I couldn’t do much else.
I had the message jotted down within the minute and slid it into my pants pocket before I turned to the door. Mike and Zeruis were gone. Now it was just me, all alone in the bunker with my note and a desperation to keep those two demons from ever coming back.
I had to find Dome and give him my side of the story. I couldn’t live like this, with so much blood on my hands. It was already driving me crazy, and I can tell that the only way to stop this is to do my best to make it right with the only person I can. I’ve never been more scared in my entire life than I am right now.
14 DOWN 13 TO GO
AN: Yep, Crackman again. And to clarify, Crackman's two "friends" aren't actually ghosts, he's just going a little insane from having killed Zeruis and feeling responsible for Mike. No supernatural stuff here, just blood and insanity.
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Post by Deleted on May 17, 2014 21:51:19 GMT
Huh. I figured he was dreaming. Damn. That's pretty good.
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Post by wakemeup on May 17, 2014 21:53:35 GMT
There hasn't been any death in a long time. I feel that something big is coming.
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