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Post by wakemeup on Aug 17, 2014 23:46:57 GMT
Just continue this Harp, it's really good. If I can come back to TWD:FS, you can come back to this.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 18, 2014 0:20:14 GMT
Well I'm finishing up the current part, and sending it to Rock again, before I post it here.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 18, 2014 0:25:48 GMT
You guys should probably re read some of it, because a lot of things here are important callbacks to previous things we've learned.
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Post by Kat on Aug 18, 2014 0:46:52 GMT
I think I remember most of it but I guess I'll skim over it to be sure.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 18, 2014 0:52:05 GMT
I remember that I died fourth. Maybe just a 'previously' segment that tells us who's alive and what they're doing would suffice.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 18, 2014 1:02:03 GMT
Alright, I'll have a crack at a previously.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 18, 2014 1:05:07 GMT
I'll have to read to get caught up. I thought you were talking about TWF in the shoutbox, but this is cool too. I think I read a little bit of this
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Post by Deleted on Aug 18, 2014 1:29:12 GMT
PREVIOUSLY, ON FORUM BATTLE ROYALE 2:
Currently, Rock114, Gengar, Heisenberg, and Omid seem prepared to carry out a mysterious plan, using information they gathered by tinkering with the bomb vests around their chests. Using Omid's GPS, they identified Master Psychic, the closest survivor, as what would seem to be their target. Their plan involves one weapon per man, some loudspeakers, and earplugs. Their base of operations seems to be a lighthouse on the western end of the island. What could they be planning? Only time will tell.
Master Psychic recently lost a finger to Fredden, but in the struggle, he managed to score a jar of powder. The label inside the jar calls this powder "scopolamine." Instructions read as follows: "Take one scoop of scopola using the scooper included inside. Take the scooper, blow it or fling it towards your enemies. After approximately 2 minutes, the drug will reach their brain, and they will follow any orders anybody gives them." Master Psychic's fighting usually is right out in the open, as he prefers to face his foes head on. His fighting style, while brutal, is sloppy, often allowing his foes to escape.
Meanwhile, Crackman, huddled up in a hut around the center of the island, is recovering from the guilt of helping Master Psychic kill an innocent man. He was deceived into thinking that the man he killed, Zeruis, was the aggressor, instead of what was truly the case.
Domewing, on the other hand, had recently been saved by Zeruis, and is currently hunting Crackman and Master Psychic down to the best of his abilities. Other than that, Domewing remembers little of his time in the Battle Royale, due to "scopolamine."
Elsewhere, MoustachedPotato, Deadwaste, and Kat are roaming around the eastern side of the island. They're armed with an assault rifle of some description, a 2x4, and Deadwaste. Kat and Potato have the lowest kill counts so far, with Kat causing one death indirectly, and Potato causing none at all. Kat is currently massively injured, but is no longer bleeding. Potato has his fair share of injuries, but is largely fine. Deadwaste, however, is largely uninjured, and has one of the highest kill counts. He is known for facing impossible odds, and using scare tactics along with brute force to get his dirty work done. Sometimes, he sneaks around to orchestrate deaths that he would deem funny. All of his kills have been in self defense, retaliation, or defending his group.
Little do they know that they're being tracked by Bioshock Infinite WD, who may very well have the highest kill count so far. Bioshock has been known to attack groups of people numbering as much as 8 men all on his own. He uses stealthy tactics to pick off the healthiest members of the group, but is not an expert at such tactics. When he tried to eliminate Rock114, for instance, Rock was able to evade him long enough to call for the rest of his group to help. He is not above fighting in the open, however. When he does, Bioshock is particularly brutal and efficient in his tactics.
Then there's Fredden. Fredden was recently put under the influence of scopolamine, and is still suffering from the effects. He had a weapon, but he lost it in the fight that led to him forcibly taking in the drug.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 18, 2014 1:54:16 GMT
ROCK114
"You don't need to raise your hand, Gengar, what's your question?" Heis said.
"Oh, uh. Not what I meant. I was saying that I'm ready."
"Actually, let's just check in first. Are the logs in place?"
"Yeah." I confirmed
"Special logs on the bottom?"
"Yup."
"Think the machete's good?"
I hovered my hand over the blade, and when only some minor heat radiated from it, I tentatively tapped it. It felt rather warm. "Could use a few more minutes, but I want to get this over with."
"No. None of that. Bring it up here. We'll start when this thing is as cold as the cement floor. Omid, go get a bucket of sea water."
"On it," Omid said, as I brought the warm machete up to Heis. Omid quickly came back in with a bucket halfway full.
"Why is there so little water, Omid?" Ever-watchful-Heis asked, not seeing the giant hole in the side of the bucket, which Omid put his finger through. "Oh." Heisenberg stuck his finger in the water, testing the temperature. Without saying another word, he brought the primitive blade down the spiral stairs of the lighthouse, out the back door, and stuck it into the sea water. He sat there for a good thirty minutes. Occasionally taking it out to tap it and dunk it again. All this time, I was rubbing my shoulder. It hurt like fucking hell.
Fucking Bio. Shirtless, I could see the bruised, possibly broken shoulder from that baseball bat. It was only five days ago, but five days is pretty goddamn long when people are trying to kill you. I flashed on everything that had happened. Cany. IWMT. TKA... A sudden urge to cry overwhelmed me. This twisted fucking game had changed me. I felt it. The way I treated everyone was just shit. I yelled, I cursed, I just flat out was not my joking, happy self anymore. How could I be? I watched as kids died. I realize that I'm kinda one of those kids, but kids nonetheless, I could've saved some of them. Like Cany. Cany didn't do anything wrong. He fought with a bastard and won. That's the worst he did. But no, Bio slaughtered him and I watched. Why? Because my arm hurt. Blah blah blah. Then TKA. I told TKA to attack Bio. He died because of it. IWMT wasn't as much my fault, but still, I watched. I watched as a guy bled out from his fucked up hands, and his fucked up face. I tossed Kat, Michael, Potato, and Deadwaste out on their asses. I wonder if they're still alive.
The whine of the activation of the large speakers interrupted my thoughts.
"Master Psychic!" Heisenberg shouted into the mic, causing intense pain in my ears, "This is Heisenberg! I'm here with Rock, Omid, and Gengar! Come and get us, if you like! We still want you, you fuckin' queer!"
Gengar shouted something up to Heisenberg, seemingly a complaint, but I missed it. My ears rang and stung like a motherfucker. Gengar looked mostly fine, as he had covered his ears with all that was left of our torn shirts, along with his hands. In fact, he looked more offended than anything else.
Heis covered the mic as he retorted, then went back to shouting. "So yeah!" The speakers were the only thing I could comprehend, with such damaged ears, "Get over here, fuckin' prick!" The speakers were shut off, and Heis turned to us, from the stairs, and said something to Omid.
Omid looked to be in pain, and shouted back at him.
I couldn't hear them, but after I recovered, Gengar laughed, and told me that Heis asked this, once he saw Omid's and my face: "Did they not get the earplugs?"
"WHAT FUCKING EARPLUGS?" Omid responded.
40 MINUTES LATER
All in place, we simply waited for MP. We had no clue what sort of weapons he'd be rocking, so we all hid behind the doorway. A desk had been moved in front of the open door, giving us some room to work with. Both me and Omid were waiting next to the doorway. I had my machete, and Omid had his "spear" ready for stabbing, Heis (up the stairs some with Gengar) had a screwdriver along with his sling, which he was only to use in case Omid and I both got axed, and Gengar had his gun. With a clip and a half left, I believe. Regardless, we were all wearing our bomb vests, and none of our weapons were drawn yet. The two up top had a small view point through a little window in front of them. My gaze did not waver from Gengar, who was ready to give us a go ahead, for when he saw MP rustling in the bushes. I heard something from outside, and Gengar nodded. I turned my gaze to Omid, who was already staring at me. I indicated him, with a crank of my neck.
He shouted Master Psychic's name into the doorway. MP responded by calling us cowards, and telling us he didn't have any guns, or weapons, for that matter, "I'm fucked up, missing a finger, and without a weapon. Don't be a coward. Get out here."
I was about to head out to meet him, when Heis loudly whispered, "WAIT!" and patted his pocket. Omid and I understood this, and we took out the earplugs Heis gave us after the fact of that yelling into the speaker business. Just after we did, the speaker whined on again, and before anyone would be able to react, Heisenberg screamed at the top of his lungs into the microphone. That hurt even our plugged ears.
With MP dazed, the two of us dashed toward him. Our weapons still weren't drawn, and above, both Heisenberg and Gengar had a look of relief. This was going to be easy. I started by grabbing some of MP's hair, and pulling him into my knee, face first. Always nice to get the first hit. He went down, but instead of ganging up on him, we backed off. When he stood back up, his face was filled with rage. Blood and tears streamed down his face, as his nose was turned ninety degrees to the side.
"You gonna cry? Fucking baby!" I said.
"It's a reflex and you know it, asshole."
Slowly, he approached. Clearly sizing the both of us up, he took a deep breath, and smiled. Then he lunged for Omid. Omid tried to resist, but MP got him to the ground, and smashed his head on the floor. The bright red blood splattered on Master Psychic's face, and the stench followed. I brought out my machete, and raised it over his head. Master Psychic smashed Omid again.
"STOP!" Heisenberg ordered. In shock, my machete fell to the ground, and stuck in the soft dirt. Master Psychic reeled his head around. Underneath him, Omid freed a fist, and grabbed Master Psychic's throat. A swift elbow to the face freed our frisky opponent, however, and he lunged for my machete, shoving me out of the way. It took half a second for him to take it out of the ground, and swing it at me. I stuck my hand out in panic, and felt the sting as a small cut was made across the side of my hand. Master took this as an opening, and lunged closer, swinging again. Thankfully, I noticed him, and dove onto my back. I crawled backwards, still panicking, until I hit a tree. He raised my machete once more, and swung in a downward motion.
BAM! A new hole appeared in Master Psychic's arm, and the machete flung into the tree, just above my head. Master Psychic looked back at the opening that Heisenberg's voice came out of, and saw Gengar holding a smoking gun, and Omid just in front of him. Omid decked MP as hard as he could, but the slippery fucker caught his arm, and twisted it, so Omid was standing in between Gengar and himself. With the panic wearing off, I stood up and stomped the back of his knee, letting Omid run away. He ran towards the door to the lighthouse, and I got up to grab the machete caught in the tree. It was stuck deep, and I didn't have the time to grab it. Running back to the door, I noticed Omid's bomb vest on the floor. He ran towards the back of the lighthouse, trying not to make a sound. As I walked into the center of the lighthouse, Gengar was taunting the motherfucker, as he put his gun away.
I knew what was happening. Back to the machete I went, as I kept an eye on the door. It took one... Two... Three big tugs to get that machete out of the tree, and as I fell flat on my ass, I saw a bomb vest be tossed to the ground below, and the explosion that came afterwards, then another. Gengar and Heisenberg both hung off the edge, and dropped down off of the spiral staircase before running after Omid. Master Psychic tried to run after him, but I met him at the door and blocked his way. I held my machete as Mike taught me a rapier is held. My opponent and I faced off, and circled around each other.
"How did it come to this, man?" He said.
"Because. You attacked someone. Mike, ri-" A shout of effort came out of MP's mouth, as he latched onto me, and tried to take me down. Before we hit the ground, however, we heard a sickening slice. MP's face lit up with shock and pain, before screaming. The hilt of my machete was in MP's hips. I threw him off of me, taking care to hold onto my weapon, then threw my bomb vest onto the floor. Omid ran up, with his weapon drawn. MP stood up, shakily, and in pain, asm he took out a jar of powder.
"Wait. Just let me take some of this before I die."
"The fuck is it?"
"Some drugs I found. Always wanted to use some." A wry smile appeared on his face.
"Hurrrrry thhhe fuck up." Omid chimed in, his speech slurred.
He opened the jar, and tossed the powder inside into Omid's face. "AAAH! FUCK-K!" Instantly, Omid began wiping his face, as he left the cloud, and instantly, I swung my machete overhead. A sickening crunch sounded off as My machete pierced Master Psychic's skull, and exposed his brains.
DEATHS: MASTER PSYCHIC
15 DOWN, 12 TO GO.
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Post by Kat on Aug 18, 2014 2:13:02 GMT
Hopefully Rock and the others lure Bio to his death next.
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Post by Bioshock Infinite WD on Aug 18, 2014 2:29:44 GMT
Good to see this is back on track.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 18, 2014 2:31:24 GMT
Omid was almost MP's slave just then. Almost.
He got lucky.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 18, 2014 2:37:50 GMT
Omid was almost MP's slave just then. Almost.
He got lucky. Well the drug still got into his system. Let me remind you what the drug scopolamine is. It's a drug that takes away your resistance to suggestions.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 18, 2014 2:43:11 GMT
Omid was almost MP's slave just then. Almost.
He got lucky. Well the drug still got into his system. Let me remind you what the drug scopolamine is. It's a drug that takes away your resistance to suggestions. Oh, shit, I forgot it could be anyone who tells him what to do. So, whoever tells him to do something next will mean he does that no matter what.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 18, 2014 2:45:24 GMT
So I'm gonna write one more part, and then Rock will take over again.
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