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"Hi," You say followed by whatever cheesy pickup line that comes to mind. Surprisingly it works and you get her attention. Her emerald eyes seem full of life and she looks hungrily at you, almost licking her lips for you. Obviously a good sign. After about an hour of conversing you learn that she lives nearby and she invites you back to her place. And you thought today would suck (All puns intended). You leave the club and follow her back to her place. Turns out she lives in a pretty tidy and sparse apartment down the road from the club. She leaves you on her couch to go "slip into something more comfy" and goes into what looks like her bedroom. Feeling like you just won the lottery you begin to check out her apartment, it's pretty empty except for a desk with some papers on it and a bookcase. The desk looks like it has newspaper clippings on it and the bookcase has some strange looking books on it. Feeling a little paranoid what do you do?
> You search the clippings
After browsing through the clippings on the desk to satisfy your paranoia you find that they are all of murders and that they all the victims were drained of blood and that they were all male and about your age. This worries you and you find that in a drawer of the desk is a diary, it says "Sarah's Diary" on the first page. Reading through it you find out that the owner of the diary was either bat shit crazy or a vampire, most likely a vampire with all the gory details that were provided. Armed with this information what do you do?
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"Hi," You say followed by whatever cheesy pickup line that comes to mind. Surprisingly it works and you get her attention. Her emerald eyes seem full of life and she looks hungrily at you, almost licking her lips for you. Obviously a good sign. After about an hour of conversing you learn that she lives nearby and she invites you back to her place. And you thought today would suck (All puns intended). You leave the club and follow her back to her place. Turns out she lives in a pretty tidy and sparse apartment down the road from the club. She leaves you on her couch to go "slip into something more comfy" and goes into what looks like her bedroom. Feeling like you just won the lottery you begin to check out her apartment, it's pretty empty except for a desk with some papers on it and a bookcase. The desk looks like it has newspaper clippings on it and the bookcase has some strange looking books on it. Feeling a little paranoid what do you do?
> You it's just paranoia, let it go and have a good time
You sit down on the couch and relax, it's just you being a little paranoid. After a few minutes the blonde, clad in super sexy lingerie, tells you to come on in. You quickly (and for good reason) enter her bedroom to find it covered in plastic. Just as you are about to ask what's up she hits you over the head with something heavy, as you slowly fade from this world you feel a sharp prick in your neck and then nothingness.
You do not turn into a vampire, instead you turn into a bloodless husk, she has drained you dry.
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You realize that she wants YOU to take the initiative! She already showed she was interested. She called you a good son, she kissed you, and now she's hinted about going to bed. It doesn't get anymore obvious to you.
She loves you the same way you love her...
You enter her room and see her sleeping. You slide into bed next to her. You feel like when you used to crawl into her bed when you were scared of the dark as a little kid. And much like then, you feel so safe being this close to her. She doesn't seem to mind, she cuddles up next to you, but she's still asleep.
> You take it one step further
You begin to caress and kiss her beautiful body. Your Mom begins to stir a little and opens her eyes...
And is horrified!
"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!!? I'M YOUR MOTHER YOU SICK FUCK!!!!"
Your mother throws you off of her and begins to beat you mercilessly!
You don't understand, you thought she loved you. You thought you understood...but it was all just a fantasy that YOU made up in your twisted mind. Your mother never hinted that she had any interest in you in that way! Even her kiss was just a peck on the lips. Nothing more, but you turned it into something else, along with everything else she did.
You feel betrayed, you did everything she ever said, only to find out she doesn't love you afterall. You feel rage like you've never felt before, you attack!
Your Mom isn't like you though, she's strong with a fighting personality. She isn't a push over like you are. She throws a table lamp at your head as you attempt to assault her. As it smashes into your skull, you fall crashing to the ground unconscious.
When you wake up, you're in a holding cell. A decision is still being made if you should be going to jail or a mental institution.
Its ultimately decided that you belong in a mental institution. You're doped up silly for the rest of your life.
Once again, you feel nothing...
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Your sister has been getting fucked around by this guy for too long. He constantly cheats on her and she always takes him back. Well it stops today, because YOU know what's best for her.
You immediately confront Butch, he turns around wondering what you want, and you tell him to stay away from your sister. He laughs in your face and tells you to fuck off. This once again prompts you to resort to violence.
You punch Butch in the face, but the guy's a jock, he can easily withstand anything you can dish out. Not to mention he's got six of his buddies to help him.
They beat the hell out of you and throw you in the Cafeteria garbage can, and take off laughing before an authority figure catches them.
You get sent to the principal's office for getting into your second fight today!
After getting suspended for the next three days, you run into your sister outside of school who walks up to you pissed as hell.
"What the fuck did you think you were doing picking a fight with Butch?!"
You attempt to explain, but she's not listening.
"He stopped doing that! He loves me! You're just trying to control my life! I heard about how you acted towards Jessica today. You're trying to dominate everything just like Mom!"
At this point you get enraged with her, for not showing you the gratitude that you deserve! You tried to help her out and this is how she repays you?
You slap the shit out of her! She holds her face, hits you back and runs off crying, stating how she's moving out of the house.
Good, you think, if she doesn't know what's good for her, she can get the fuck out.
You head back home and do what the hell you want, until that bitch you call Mom comes home. She immediately starts her shit.
"Don't think I haven't forgot about that shit you pulled this morning!" she begins saying.
> You simmer and just take it
You say a few things back, but nothing too bad, you HAVE to live here and are too fearful of getting kicked out. Your Mom reads you the riot act and uses vulgar language that would shame a sailor. She verbally emasculates you to a degree that assures she's still in control of this house. All the feelings you had before fade. As quickly as gained your sense of "rebellion" your Mom has crushed it within a blink of an eye.
You go upstairs to bed, your spirit utterly crushed.
Another day arrives, and once again you feel nothing...
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You step up to Henry.
"What the fuck do you want faggot?" he demands.
You don't even answer, you just punch Henry. Henry punches you back! Any other time you might run away, but this is different! Somehow when you stood up to Mom today, you feel a lot more confident! You and Henry begin to wrestle in the hallway, until a teacher breaks you up. Normally you'd get sent to the principal's office, but the teacher just yells at you instead. Aaron thanks you profusely and states how he'll do all your homework for you.
Your sense of accomplishment grows. You like being praised for your deeds.
When you get to your computer class, you notice that your sister's friend Jessica, is having problems with today's lesson.
> You ignore her
Jessica didn't ask for your help, and you don't want to make an annoyance of yourself, so you go to your seat and quietly do your work.
Soon, Jessica comes up to you and asks you for your help, since she knows you're good with computers. You're glad to lend her a hand. You've always liked her to some degree even if you never showed it. Now you have the perfect opportunity to do so.
As you explain things to her you get the feeling she no longer thinks of you as your sister's "creepy" brother anymore. She really welcomes your help.
Class ends and your confidence increases. You think you might even ask Jessica out tomorrow!
Lunchtime comes around and Aaron sits next to you as he normally does. He continues to thank you for what you did earlier. He says you've inspired him a bit.
Meanwhile you happen to over hear your sister's boyfriend Butch, who's bragging about his sexual exploits to his friends.
"Yeah I fucked that bitch straight in the fucking ass last night! Haw Haw!"
You're about to get up to defend your sister's honor, but suddenly you realize he's talking about a completely different girl. It appears Butch has been cheating on your sister again.
> You confront Butch
Butch has been treating your sister like this for too long. Its time to stand up to him, since she won't do it.
You immediately pull him aside and tell him to stay away from your sister.
He laughs in your face and pushes you to the ground. Then his six friends stand up...
However your recent actions of defending Aaron cause him to try to help you out, by kicking Butch in the shin. Butch winces in pain, but immediately turns his attention to Aaron. He and his friends ignore you and beat the shit out of him. Seriously injuring him.
The following events occur due to your hubris...
Aaron has to be hospitalized and never fully recovers from suffering minor brain damage.
Butch and his friends are charged, but ultimately nothing comes of it, since most of their parents are rich and Aaron's weren't. Charges are dropped. They're all expelled and school is sued however.
You are also expelled since its determined that you started the fight in the first place, not to mention you your previous actions of fighting with Henry earlier that day, displays that you're a trouble maker.
You sister blames you for Butch dumping her permanently, despite the fact you were actually trying to help her.
Finally Mom gets SUPER pissed off at you for causing all this shit, causing her to miss lots of work. She sets you straight by breaking your will once more which is rather easy since you blame yourself for all of what happened. If you hadn't indulged you emotions this all would've never came about. You make sure it won't happen again.
Another day arrives and once again you feel nothing...
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Jessica didn't ask for your help, and you don't want to make an annoyance of yourself, so you go to your seat and quietly do your work.
Soon, Jessica comes up to you and asks you for your help, since she knows you're good with computers. You're glad to lend her a hand. You've always liked her to some degree even if you never showed it. Now you have the perfect opportunity to do so.
As you explain things to her you get the feeling she no longer thinks of you as your sister's "creepy" brother anymore. She really welcomes your help.
Class ends and your confidence increases. You think you might even ask Jessica out tomorrow!
Lunchtime comes around and Aaron sits next to you as he normally does. He continues to thank you for what you did earlier. He says you've inspired him a bit.
Meanwhile you happen to over hear your sister's boyfriend Butch, who's bragging about his sexual exploits to his friends.
"Yeah I fucked that bitch straight in the fucking ass last night! Haw Haw!"
You're about to get up to defend your sister's honor, but suddenly you realize he's talking about a completely different girl. It appears Butch has been cheating on your sister again.
> You keep quiet
Maybe you've gained a little more confidence in yourself, but you're not an idiot. You can see Butch has six of his friends there. They're all bigger and stronger than you, being on the football team and all.
You aren't going to let this go though. Lunch ends and you head to the rest of your classes as normal. After school you run into your sister, who looks happy to see you, until you mention what you heard Butch say.
She get mad, but not at you. She sees Butch coming out of the school and immediately confronts him and starts yelling at him. He starts yelling back.
> You stick around
You aren't just going to leave, you stick around just in case Butch gets violent. Good thing you did, his temper gets worse and he raises his hand to your sister, which you immediately stop. He turns and can't believe you would dare confront him.
"Huh! You think just because you kicked Henry's ass today, you think you're fucking tough shit? I'm gonna fucking kick your nuts up through your fucking throat! An there ain't no teachers around to break this up!"
Butch swings at you and you dodge. You land some hits, but he's very strong. You feel a great crushing force to your stomach as he slams his fist into it. You fall trying to catch your breath, almost expecting him to finish you off, but Aaron comes out of no where and kicks him in the back of the head! Your earlier actions of defending Aaron have caused him to return the favor. He has distracted Butch long enough for you to punch him in the nuts as hard as you can three times.
Butch falls and is in no condition to do anything. Your sister then proceeds to tell him its over for good this time and kicks him a couple times as well.
Well you've accomplished a lot today at school. You've become a real defender, all your previously repressed energy has been channeled positively. However, home still awaits you and you know who awaits you there.
> You go home
No point in avoiding it. You have to go home eventually. Your sister isn't staying out tonight, since she's just broken up with Butch. You take this opportunity to convince her that you should put up a united front against Mom. She agrees completely and says its about time Mom's tyranny came to an end.
You both get home, and psychologically prepare yourself for the battle with Mom, and then she enters the door...
The battle is joined! Mom starts in on both of you right away! Its a very intense and long arguement, but you have the confidence to finally stand up to her and you also have your sister to back you up. As much as Mom continues to threaten to throw you both out of the house, you can tell she's bluffing. She doesn't REALLY want either of you to leave her. If you guys weren't there, she'd have nobody around and then she'd truely be alone.
The arguement lasts into the night, but it finally ends, with you as the victor. Mom eventually half-heartedly gives in, but not before telling the both of you, what ungrateful brats you are.
You go to bed that night, with a complete and total feeling of liberation. You have confidence that you've never had before and you can FEEL. By god, you can finally feel!
Another day breaks, and you feel absolute joy.
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You follow her on to the dance floor. You of course have no idea how to dance, but that doesn't seem to matter to the girl, who's grinding all over you.
A few minute go by and you begin to realize this isn't that bad! You're starting to enjoy yourself. You guess it just took you a little time to get accustomed to this environment.
It seems the girl wants you to follow her somewhere else now...
> You go do something else
You decide you don't want to spend the entire night dancing with one girl, so you spend the night looking for other girls to dance with. (Yes, you WERE oblivious to what the first girl had in mind!) You have fun without going overboard, and that's probably for the best since all this is brand new to you.
Eventually you leave the club and sneak back in your house, making sure you don't wake Mom up.
You lie in bed thinking about the unusual day and night you had and realize there isn't anything wrong with not following the rules ALL the time, and you also realize you're secure enough not to do something stupid. And Mom's just going to have to get used to that idea.
Another day arrives, and you finally feel normal...
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Are you fucking serious? I was fucking joking about that! Then again you’re pretty much bat shit insane at this point anyway…
Okay so you look at the poster of your unnatural object of desire, and begin to concentrate.
And concentrate…
And concentrate…
Well you’ve stared at the fuckin’ picture long enough to get you horny as hell, but she still hasn’t come to life and spread her green legs for you yet.
All you’ve gotten is an erection from your staring.
Now you’re looking at your dick.
You’re looking at the pic.
You’re looking at your dick.
You’re looking at the pic.
Pic. Dick. Pic. Dick. Pic. Dick. Pic. Dick.
While all this is mildly amusing, we probably should get on with this futile exercise
“URRRGGGH!”
That’s you still trying to wish She-Hulk into existence.
You don’t have a boner anymore since all the blood rushing to your other head as you redouble your efforts into concentrating on the poster.
Of course now you’re starting to give yourself a fucking headache from this nonsense, in fact you’re getting a little dizzy, you silly motherfucker.
Y’know you gave it a shot, but maybe this just wasn’t meant to be.
Your cousin Patricia’s still available and considering what a hopeless loser you are anyway, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if you tried to pursue her again. I mean someone like you really should get it where you can and you can’t do that by jacking off to cartoon characters in your mom’s basement.
Think about how she left. She seemed pretty upset on a personal level. Maybe she even liked you romantically in some way. Maybe you could contact her again.
Of course if you wanna risk giving yourself a fuckin’ seizure, it’s your choice.
> You won't be denied! Not when you're THIS close to paradise!
You think and wish and concentrate and all that other shit like you’ve never done before!
And congratu-fuckin’-lations, you just knocked yourself fuckin’ unconscious you wacky fucktard!
You’re not out for long though and when you come to, you hear a voice say to you…
“Are you alright?”
You rub your eyes. Can it be? IT IS! IT FUCKIN’ IS! IT’S SHE-HULK! In all her green Amazonian glory!
You knew it! You knew if you worked for it hard enough, and wanted it bad enough, dreams really can come true!
She-Hulk looks at you smiling, and helps you up. She wants you, you KNOW it. You were meant to be together! And this your big chance to hit that sweet green pussy!
You briefly think about talking with her to get to know her a little better…
Talk? What’s to talk about? You already know everything about her from the comics you read! No you gotta be a man of action! That’s what got her to come to life in the first place. You kiss She-Hulk.
She kisses you back! You were half expecting her to clean your clock, but with the way things are going it looks like she’s gonna be sucking you cock!
This fuckin’ rules!
You and She-Hulk express your mutual love for each other in a physical way. She does things to you that you haven’t even had wet dreams about! (And you’ve had a lot of them) What surprises you the most is that’s she’s a gentle lover, which makes this not only physical attraction, but an emotional and even spiritual one as well. You are truly in heaven…
At least until your Mom walks in on you!
“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?” she screams.
You suddenly realize you haven’t been fucking She-Hulk at all. You’ve been ramming your dick into your poster of her on the wall the entire time you crazy fucker! You’ve ruined your poster, you’ve ruined your wall, you’ve ruined your dick and you’ve ruined your life! (Okay so your life was already ruined to begin with, but I was on a roll)
You dumb motherfucker, all the wishing in the world ain’t gonna make that green mutant come to life! (And like she would want YOU even if she was real!)
Your Mom has you committed (And who could blame her) You spend years in therapy trying to get over your obsession for She-Hulk, eventually your love goes away. It’s not easy, but the doctors manage to help you kick the green goddess by giving you other comics to read. In time you soon forget all about She-Hulk and don’t know what you ever saw in her, as you read your other comics.
You should’ve been focusing more on Wonder Woman!
Now she’s REALLY hot!
Hey maybe if you wish REAL hard…
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Welcome and thanks for playing Cryptode!
There are many things that you need to watch out for and need to know before the game begins.
Time -
Life -
Other -
These three things control how the game is played. If you waste time during the game, and your time counter reaches 0, you will lose the game. Life is like health, if it reaches 0, you will lose the game. Many other things control the flow of the game, such as # of bullets, luck score, and more, keep these things in mind while you are playing the game.
> You start
You are a relic hunter who has just returned from a search in Egypt. You have brought back with you a few items, including a book. You are reading the book, feeling pretty bored, when you come to a page entitled,
"Cryptode" It says,
'A square of three dimensions
is locketh before thee,
Unlock it and thee shall be rich,
One mistake and thee shan't live again'
You know the Cryptode is a lost object that needs to be opened by a code. You have decided to try to crack the code. BUT FIRST, you need to see someone.
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"Young master!...And miss Jenny! What are you two doing??!" Just when you're about to say something, a grumpy yet elegant voice comes to you across the dining place. You turn around to see a huge guy tucked in a classy black tuxedo dragging himself towards your table. "Please stay away from that man!" Finally, someone with common sense and willingness to act in this forsaken town...and he doesn't seem to be the type you want to mess with.
"Eww! Manny the Orge, what??" The girl who now known as Jennifer nearly gives a shriek at the sight of him. "Let's go to another room!" Alongside with her, Pip is already fleeing.
"Who are you?! You didn't do anything to them, did you???" Wow! This guy is fast, completely contradicted to his mountainous figure. And his voice has gone into a raging fit waiting to release on you. He grabs your collar and shouts directly at your face, nearly giving you a heart attack. "You prick!!! What did you do???"
Then without waiting for an answer, he throws a punch at you!
> You try to get out of the way
You pull you head backward and OW!!! Right at the sweet cheek! This dude must have been participated in some serious boxing championships, that fist would make a double KO in one swift swing. Your teeth is certainly doomed and your new look is going to make a useful disguise against the police. Unfortunately, you don't have the mind to think about all of that as you are in for a deep slumber.
Y.O.U F.A.I.L
...
You wake up to see a ceiling fan spinning far away from your view. Damn, this place sucks! Even the thing looks like it came from the last century, not a pleasant sight to see after having a good sleep. But soon you're greeted with the face of an angel so that's not so bad. Your eyeballs snap open at the presence of a beautiful woman looking down on you.
"Hold on..." She gloomily speak as you try to sit up. "You are still in a daze, it's better if you lie down for a bit more." Her tone suggests she is in between 25 and 30, the voice is so serene. You have a feeling that this woman was the one who has been taking care of you.
> You her name
"Who are you?" You ask, eyes opened on the comfortable sheet. "And where am I?"
"You are inside the dispensary and I'm your doctor, Rudy Hills." She says, emotionless while carefully adjusting the bandage to your cheekbone. "You got quite a blunt injury from a fight but you should be fine. Although your jaw will need more time to heal back to normal, you still are able to eat. Just don't crush fast food."
"How long was I out?"
"...About half a quarter, I think?"
That's relieved, you weren't busted while unconscious. The news hasn't broadcasted anything about you yet, your face is still remained unknown to the country. But for how long though? You need to get your gear back before anything bad happen. You feel a little disappointed that you have to say goodbye to another gorgeous babe.
"I have to go. How much is the treatment?" You say, sitting up despite her warning earlier.
"...Fine." Surprisingly easy enough, she frowns a little bit but agrees. "Your fee is already covered by your friend so don't worry about it."
Wait...what? You have friends in this god forsaken place? "Friend? Who is he?"
"A fellow tucked in a fine suit called himself Manny. You and him are good friends, right?"
"...Yeah, whatever. Where is my coat?"
You quickly get your trentcoat back and everything inside is still in place, even the damn gun! Are they too lazy or just too kind to do a quick search on a patient? Hey! Where did this cash come from? You find a thick bulge of money lying in one of the pockets, that amount could give someone a heavy dinner. It might have came from some poor sucker who mistook your coat for their own. Smirking, you shamefully hide it before they could come and find you. Well, lady luck sure has fell for your charm in the previous life.
"Oh that's right!! Do you have any good medical supplies here that I can get?" With the newfound cash, your greed has triumphed over you.
You put on your shade and the earplugs on and walk out to the street, waiting to hear your wanted public display. After that event on the diner, you have to resort to feeding on street food. Applepies, pancakes, disgustingly sweet desserts...You'll just have to endure those if you don't want to sleep with a growling stomach.
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After looking through the titles of the book you find that they are all on vampire myths and legends. However there is one that catches your eye out of all of them, it is labeled as "Diary of a vampire" and it intrigues you. Looking through the diary you find that it mentions a nightclub and a gullible guy with cheesy pickup lines trying to get into the owner's panties. The owner of the diary then goes into detail of how they want to dismember the guy after they drain them. You are horrified to find all of the similarities and find that you only have two choices you can either confront "Sarah" as she signs at the bottom of the diary or you can run for your life. Which do you choose?
> You confrontation
You confront the blonde with the evidence you found, and she tells you everything. She is a vampire and she wishes to turn you so that she is not alone anymore. She also tells you to trust her and that her name is Sarah. She gives you the option to die and the option to live forever.
> You die
She kills you and you die, you do not rise from the grave either.
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You confront the blonde with the evidence you found, and she tells you everything. She is a vampire and she wishes to turn you so that she is not alone anymore. She also tells you to trust her and that her name is Sarah. She gives you the option to die and the option to live forever.
> You live Forever
Sarah walks up to you and softly kisses you on the side of your neck and then bites you. you only feel a tiny pin prick and feel her as she sucks a little of your blood. She then bites her own arm and offers it to you. You take it and start to suck her blood as she sucks the blood out of your neck, making some sort of circle. Her blood tasted... sweet, like syrup but sweetened. you never knew that blood tasted so sweet until you finally pass out from sensory overload due to how sweet her blood tastes. She then whispers into your ear
"It's alright my love, we will be together soon enough and she breaks your neck.
You die but this is not the end...
> You arise Fledgling
You awaken from a cold slumber. You feel as if an eternity has passed and you feel dazed. Looking around you see that you must be in a crypt of some sort. High stone columns rise up to support a low and dark ceiling. There is no light in here save a sliver of moonlight which is shining in from a skylight. Immediately, like some sort of old habit, you scan the surrounding area and find it empty, you are alone in a crypt. Looking down you see that you're in a coffin and that the lid is nowhere to be seen. You then realize how different the world seems now. Everything seems to be sharper and clearer, you can hear crows outside quite a ways away from your crypt. You can smell the scent of death emanating from the surrounding area. Definitely a graveyard.
What do you do?
> You wait around
You decide to wait for whoever decided to open up your coffin and disturb your slumber.
You wait and wait until eventually you see the moonlight slowly turn to sunlight. On a whim you try sticking your finger into the light. As you do it is set ablaze with fire. You try to smother the fire but it is no good, it seems that as a vampire you are more flamable than gasoline and you are completely set on fire. You were a vampire for less than a day and you are already a pile of ashes, maybe you weren't cut out for this thing.
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You awaken from a cold slumber. You feel as if an eternity has passed and you feel dazed. Looking around you see that you must be in a crypt of some sort. High stone columns rise up to support a low and dark ceiling. There is no light in here save a sliver of moonlight which is shining in from a skylight. Immediately, like some sort of old habit, you scan the surrounding area and find it empty, you are alone in a crypt. Looking down you see that you're in a coffin and that the lid is nowhere to be seen. You then realize how different the world seems now. Everything seems to be sharper and clearer, you can hear crows outside quite a ways away from your crypt. You can smell the scent of death emanating from the surrounding area. Definitely a graveyard.
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> You inspect your surroundings
A quick look around can't hurt.
After inspecting your surroundings you find that there is a note in the corner of your crypt with a rock on top of it.
The note says:
To the newborn reading this congratulations on your successful turning, you'll find that your new life will be much, much more than what it was previously. You are now stronger, faster, and (possibly) more intelligent than before when you were mortal. Now in your new life you must only fear The Three Things, which are as follows:
#1 Fire
#2 Sunlight
#3 The Thirst
Enjoy Eternity
Marcus
PS The door to your crypt, which you probably already know, is locked. See if you can jump up to the skylight, or if you're too big to squeeze through it just break down the door of your crypt.
After reading the note you glance around again and notice a stone door which you thought was an engraved decoration. It looks a little imposing and quite heavy. Looking up at the skylight you can see that it is indeed quite small.
> You skylight
Crouching down you leap up the distance to the skylight, unfortunately you misjudge how much strength you have gained and you wedge yourself into the skylight by the shoulders with your arms pointed upwards. Unable to break the ceiling to free yourself you are forced into staying there until the sun rises.
You burn to a crisp and turn into a pile of ashes.
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You fortunately. Get a reaction out of Sarah when she starts to shake you to make you get up. Finally you "wake up" and all you say is "Oh hey Sarah, where you been?"
Sarah bursts into tears and embraces Marcus merely chuckles and backs up towards the door. Sarah makes some attempts to talk but she's so happy that all she can do is sob. Instead of her explaining things Marcus helps out.
"What the queen is trying to say is that we need your help. You see as a fledgling that has yet to feed you still have the option of being cured of your vampirism. What do you say, we won't blame you if you don't want to go back."
Well...?
> No Cure
"Thanks but no thanks."
"Oh well, that's too bad. I guess we'll just have to tie up a loose end instead."
You are surprised when Sarah tears out your throat and even more surprised when you see the look on her face, on of unwavering hatred. Wow you must have REALLY pissed her off. Well at least you only felt her wrath for a fraction of a second.
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You wake up dazed but alive and in a very comfortable four poster bed too. You sit up and look around and see that you are in a room of someone very rich because just about everything is either intricate, golden, or without a doubt priceless. It'd be best to not break anything.
> You dESTRUCTION RAMPAGE
You decide to screw whoever decided to tase you and you immediately begin to smash everything in sight. You turn an antique oak tea table and matching chairs into toothpicks, you turn the priceless looking one-of-a-kind paintings into tissues and toilet paper. I think that it's needless to say that when Marcus enters the room and sees your destructive violence and the state that the bedroom is in he tears you limb from limb literally.
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You decide to help the girl, but how are you going to do it?
> You forget it, i'm walking away before you get noticed
You play it safe and walk away from the pimp and the ho, it's probably better that way. you wander around the city, mindful of your growing thirst before it gets too out of hand. You decide to embrace your predatory ways and hunt for some food. Going into a crowded bar you see tons of chicks doing shots like no tomorrow... that's good because there won't be for one of them.
You have two choices, the first is a biker chick that seems to hold liquor like the Hoover Dam holds water, she has dirty blonde hair and you can see that all her face says is attitude. Second you have her unfortunate companion who looks quite feeble and meek, and quite out of place. She is wearing glasses and has her red hair in a bun. To you she seems to be the DD for her friend
Pick your prey.
> You biker Chick's Sober friend
You walk up to the girl that looks like she actually has something in her besides alcohol and nicotine. She's shy at first and plays hard to get for a while but with your vampiric charm none can resist you. Finally after she drops off her friends you follow her to her house where you decide you'll make a meal out of her and use her home as a bed for the day. Unluckily when she takes you into her home she tells you she'll slip into something more comfortable. Wait, haven't you heard that from somewhere before? You think about this more until she comes back with a lit molotov cocktail in her hand. The last thing you hear is "DIE BLOODSUCKER."
Seriously how do people keep finding out you're a vampire? Maybe you aren't good at this at all.
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You play it safe and walk away from the pimp and the ho, it's probably better that way. you wander around the city, mindful of your growing thirst before it gets too out of hand. You decide to embrace your predatory ways and hunt for some food. Going into a crowded bar you see tons of chicks doing shots like no tomorrow... that's good because there won't be for one of them.
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Pick your prey.
> You biker Chick
You decide to go after the better looking and much more gullible (thanks to alcohol) woman of the two. It barely takes a few minutes before your sucking her life from her neck. However doing this left you incredibly vulnerable and her friend decided to look for her. In moments her friend (who you learn the hard way is a black belt in a couple martial arts) completely kicks your ass. You get up a little later and go back into the bar and get a different drinking biker chick but this one has no helpful black belt to stop you. Full and nearing exhaustion you hide in an abandoned building for the day.
You have a strange dream while asleep.
> You dream
You dream that you are lying down in a large grassland surrounded by grass as far as the eye can see. There is a light breeze and the sun is up but you aren't getting burned by it. This is the most peaceful of all the places you have ever been. After sitting up and looking around you see that there is a small river cutting through the grassland. Suddenly you feel thirsty and head down to the river for a drink of water. You bend down to take a drink from the river and as soon as you put your hand in the water it darkens and reddens until it turns into a river of blood. Looking up from the river you see that the grass has died and you are in a barren wasteland. The sky turns red and black clouds soon block the view of it. Then it begins to rain but the raindrops aren't water, they're blood. You look around and the once peaceful grassland has turned into a bloodbath... literally. You hear someone behind you and turn to see who it is... only to see that it is yourself, covered in scars and wielding a wicked looking blade. Your evil twin merely grins at you and he raises his sword over his head. Just before he brings it down you wake up and see that the night has returned. Time to go hunting.
You spend a few days in the city and eventually you are forced to move on. The hours eventually turn to nights, nights turn into days and days turn into months, many of them.
> You 3 Years Later
It has been three years since your rebirth as a fledgling and much has changed, both within you and outside of you. You now live on the outskirts of your old city alone. You sleep in the basement until nightfall and then you head towards town to find a meal. Since being born your body has "mutated" from what it once was. You are now much stronger and faster than ever before, as if all of your powers were doubled. But that is not the only power that concerns you.
About a year after your rebirth a power struggle emerged between two major vampire factions. You are uncertain of who started what but you have managed to stay away from the conflict and remain a neutral party in the war. You spend the time that you aren't asleep or hunting in your home training and honing your powers so that they stay sharp in case of an emergency. That emergency happens today.
> A knock at the door
An unfamiliar sound in your home you hear someone know at your front door. From the pounding you can tell that they're quite strong and they mean business. Using your nose you can tell that the person on your doorstep is a vampire. A quick note about the smell of vampires: you can tell how old a vampire is by the scent they give off. This smell is so light that not even dogs can pick it up. To a human a vampire's smell is used as another lure to help secure prey, but to another vampire the scent is of decay. The more decay you smell, the more powerful the vampire.
The visitor smells of one thousand graveyards each filled with one thousand open mass graves. You tremble in fear of the smell, but what are you going to do about it?
> You be wary and see if you can investigate more about the visitor
You try to look through a window that overlooks the front doorstep. All you see is a strange looking person wearing a trench coat, a hat, and gloves. The visitor looks incredibly suspicious and imposing.
> You open the front door
Throwing caution to the wind you open your door wide to the mysterious and powerful vampire. Before you stands...a large trench coat and wrapped in it is a little girl of no more than 5 or 6. Kneeling down you stare into the child's eyes and you cannot believe your own. Her eyes are black with a little bit of red around the pupils (vampire's eyes). Suddenly your pint sized visitor grins revealing her dagger-like fangs and leaps at you. You react just in time to stop her from biting you but she pins you on the floor with a strength that you know could only come from years of survival as a vampire. She then begins to pummel you and you become disoriented. She keeps beating you until you are a bloody pulp. The last thing you hear is the sound of a lighter being lit.
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Uh-Oh dummy, you forgot that you can't move a single inch against this broad! Reach and reach all you want to but you're never gonna get that lighter!
> You might as well give up
You accept your fate and let the little girl snap your neck, paralyzing you. She then pulls out a book of matches and using the power of her mind alone (and without even looking at what the matches are doing) she lights one and throws it onto your body just as she lets go.
Gameover, you died.
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Going with what you feel is right you follow Alice as she leads you to her hideout. The hideout is located in a shabby looking tenament that as far as you can tell has no obvious residents. She stops at the door and turns to face you. Look i need to ask you before we go in, how do you feel about vampires in this world?
Well? How do you feel about vampires existing?
> You can coexist
"Ok, from that I can trust you." she says happily and leads you into the shabby building. Inside there is a surprisingly good looking set of stairs that leads down into a basement of some sort. Following Alice she leads you into an empty chamber. She leads you into it and you hear a door shut behind you. Alice then turns around again and says, "This is the end, i'm going to give you a choice. You can either die quickly and painlessly or i can change your life forever. I'm not a vampire hunter only, i'm a vampire that hunts other vampires in case they break our strict laws. So what'll it be, Death or Undeath?"
> You death
"Alright then, goodbye."
Alice keeps her word and kills you faster than you can blink. You didn't feel a thing and she didn't even feed from your dead body. Your body is found a week later and the cause of death is undetermined. You are buried and do not rise from the grave. No one knows how you died to this day.
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Your are now in a bright grass field. As far as the eye can see there is only green grass and bright light. There is a gentle breeze blowing and you feel at peace. The light, although quite bright, is not sunlight and is oddly comforting. You decide to lay down and bask in this peaceful inner world of yours.
Suddenly you hear a shriek of terror... a woman's. You immediately dash into the direction of the scream and you find Alice being chased by a huge monster. It is covered in scales and has vicious looking claws. What do you do?
> You leave Her to Die
You decide that your life is not worth risking and the beast catches up to Alice and she is slain. The beast then turns toward you and starts to chase you. The beast is re-energized from killing Alice and he catches you faster than anticipated and you are killed quite quickly.
In your dreamworld you died and after your 7 days are up Alice finds you in a comatose state and after a few hundred years of prolonging your life you are killed to be put out of your misery.
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Welcome to the Insanity Complex. We hope you enjoy your stay (or not...).
(Remember to save your game frequently.)
Shall we begin?
> You yes! Let's begin!
The sun shining through the small window above you wakes you up. You are lying on the soft bed in what appears to be a small room. You sit up suddenly, shocked by what you see around you. You don't remember how you got here or ever being in this place before. How did you get here?
Next to your bed is a chest of drawers on the left and some shelves on the right. Maybe these could give you a clue.
> You have a closer look at the shelves.
You check the shelves. They are bolted to the wall. You see three pairs of clothing on the top shelf. These are made up of a shirt and a pair of trousers. One pair is purple, one is pink and one is blue.
You know these aren't your clothes. You look at yourself. You are wearing what appears to be pyjamas. What do you do next?
> You put on the purple clothes.
Right, that's better. Even though it's not your clothing it feels fresher than those pyjamas. You have a look at the bottom shelf. There is a bottle. You read it.
Quitiapine 400mg
MISS TINA OWENS
Take one twice daily.
Right. Now at least you can remember your name. Quitiapine? That's an antipsychotic! Your heart begins to race. You decide not to take it before you figure out what's going on. You put it in your pocket.
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The sun shining through the small window above you wakes you up. You are lying on the soft bed in what appears to be a small room. You sit up suddenly, shocked by what you see around you. You don't remember how you got here or ever being in this place before. How did you get here?
Next to your bed is a chest of drawers on the left and some shelves on the right. Maybe these could give you a clue.
> You have a closer look at the chest of drawers.
You have a look a the chest of drawers. It seems old and rickety. It is shoddily bolted to the wall and the floor.
Why is everything bolted down?
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The sun shining through the small window above you wakes you up. You are lying on the soft bed in what appears to be a small room. You sit up suddenly, shocked by what you see around you. You don't remember how you got here or ever being in this place before. How did you get here?
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> You do Nothing.
You do nothing. Time passes. Nothing happens.
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You continue moving along the hallways, but thankfully wherever the werewolf's entry point is, it's not close enough to you to have an issue. You don't know where Alexa or Mihrab are, but they're not here, so that's enough. Soon, you find yourself climbing the tight, spiraling staircase towards the bell tower. You push open the wooden door once you reach the top, and find yourself faced with a massive, cast iron bell. You look out at the courtyard from the lookout of the bell tower at the dozens of fur-covered beasts scattered around the area. Shit, there's more than you thought.
You take a deep breath, leaning your head against the bell, taking a deep breath. The walk was fairly long, and the werewolf took some of your time. If Haygarth's still alive, he's back at the coach. You grab the bell pull, before pulling it down as hard as you can. The bell clangs loudly as you put your hand over your ears. The werewolves began to panic and howl, instantly growing frantic and charging towards the doors of the castle. You wait a moment, staring out at the courtyard, before you see the coach burst free from the castle and smashing towards the gates. The Coach smashes the Viceroy's coach out of the way, as it flies on past the trees towards the nearby village. Well, they've escaped. Lucky bastards.
You turn, and begin walking down the stairs, before seeing the tanned skin and black cloak of Viceroy Mihrab.
"You're still alive, are you?" he asks. "I had thought one of the stupider werewolves had gotten inside and smacked its head into the bell by accident. It's an interesting choice to ring it for whatever reason you have."
Mihrab walks slowly towards you, as you back up, slipping on the staircase. You quickly crawl your way up the stairs and get to the bell once more, looking down as he approaches you slowly with cool indifference.
"You've taken me away from my work. At least you'll provide a refreshing meal."
You hold your rifle out, aiming. You look over the edge of the bell tower. You could jump, bouncing off one of the tiled roofs and into the courtyard. The werewolves are inside, so you might be able to escape. Your other, as shitty option, is fighting.
> You fight
You raise your rifle, firing. The bullet thuds into Mihrab as he bears his teeth in a grin.
"Pathetic," he says.
Mihrab bursts towards you, grabbing you by the throat, his claws cutting into your skin.
"Your life is meaningless. Has your service to Count Grey blurred your mind and given you a strong head? You have nothing to offer."
> You headbutt him
You smack your head into Mihrab's face, knocking him backwards into the wall. The gun's not working. You need to find something else. You quickly hurry down the stairs as Mihrab swears in some long dead language. You run quickly, finding yourself in the lower floors of the castle. There's a straight shot up another stairs to the courtyard, where you could lure Mihrab outside. Hopefully, the werewolves would frenzy and take him out, while you could slip back inside the castle. You could also head deeper into the castle, towards Count Grey's coffin and the inner areas.
> You head out to the courtyard
You turn and sprint forward towards the courtyard as you hear Mihrab quickly following as he snarls. You push open the oak doors to the courtyard, running out. You hear a half dozen howls as the werewolves outside spot you, but you know Mihrab is most likely still pursuing. You can't tell, you only hear the pounding of his own heart. You keep running, before you feel your back breaking as the werewolf's claw smashed into your hack, the knife-like claws cutting through your leather duster and slashing through your flesh. You roll to the ground with a scream, as the werewolf leaps onto you, it's weight crushing you. It's wet saliva dripping onto your face, it howls at the moon in an act of triumph, before it lunges forward, biting deep into your throat.
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You smack your head into Mihrab's face, knocking him backwards into the wall. The gun's not working. You need to find something else. You quickly hurry down the stairs as Mihrab swears in some long dead language. You run quickly, finding yourself in the lower floors of the castle. There's a straight shot up another stairs to the courtyard, where you could lure Mihrab outside. Hopefully, the werewolves would frenzy and take him out, while you could slip back inside the castle. You could also head deeper into the castle, towards Count Grey's coffin and the inner areas.
> You head inwards
You turn, running further into the castle. You hear Mihrab snarl behind you as he charges after you. Suddenly, he slams into your with unnatural speed, sending you toppling forward as his claw cuts open your back. You groan, quickly stumbling forward as you push open the door and slam it shut behind you, locking the door. Mihrab immediately punches through, his clawed hand reaching for the key. You look around desperately, and find yourself in the room with Count Grey's coffin. You look around, spotting an oak door at the side that you remember leads towards the armory. There, you could get enough firepower to do something.
You could also go for the sword hanging proudly above Count Grey's coffin. It's supposed to be a great and powerful. You could try get it, and maybe best him in melee. If you're very, very luck.
> You head for the armory
You turn, barreling towards the armory. You hear the door unlocked behind you, hearing Mihrab approaching. You run desperately forward, but Mihrab is faster, stronger and angry as hell. As you run desperately, you feel Mihrab grab you. He flings you against the wall as you yell in pain, before darting forward and stabbing you through the neck with his claws. You let out a yelp of pain as blood fills your throat and runs down your chest, before Mihrab grabs your head and quickly twists it, breaking your neck.
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You turn, running further into the castle. You hear Mihrab snarl behind you as he charges after you. Suddenly, he slams into your with unnatural speed, sending you toppling forward as his claw cuts open your back. You groan, quickly stumbling forward as you push open the door and slam it shut behind you, locking the door. Mihrab immediately punches through, his clawed hand reaching for the key. You look around desperately, and find yourself in the room with Count Grey's coffin. You look around, spotting an oak door at the side that you remember leads towards the armory. There, you could get enough firepower to do something.
You could also go for the sword hanging proudly above Count Grey's coffin. It's supposed to be a great and powerful. You could try get it, and maybe best him in melee. If you're very, very luck.
> You go for the sword
You grab the top of the coffin, feeling ill as dark energy still emanates. You pull yourself atop it, grabbing the sword hanging there. You pull yourself onto the coffin, reaching up and grabbing the sword grip. The grip despite being made of leather, is icy cold to touch. You hop down from coffin as Mihrab breaks through the door, staring at you with malice.
"Are you going to stab me? With your little sword that you never learned to use? You've been an annoyance. Now, this is over."
Mihrab charges towards you with a snarl, charging towards you with the swipe of his claw, his eyes filled with unfocused rage.
> You dodge
You roll to avoid the strike, and Mihrab rushes past, filled with rage. He stops, swiveling around and taking a deep breath as he stares at you. He takes another breath, before walking forward, slow and methodical.
> You dodge
He strikes like a viper as you sidestep, but he slips to the side. He slashes his hand, cutting open the side of your face before grabbing you. He jabs his claws into your eye as you scream in pain, before he catches your head, twisting it quickly and snapping your neck.
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You roll to avoid the strike, and Mihrab rushes past, filled with rage. He stops, swiveling around and taking a deep breath as he stares at you. He takes another breath, before walking forward, slow and methodical.
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You grab the top of the coffin, feeling ill as dark energy still emanates. You pull yourself atop it, grabbing the sword hanging there. You pull yourself onto the coffin, reaching up and grabbing the sword grip. The grip despite being made of leather, is icy cold to touch. You hop down from coffin as Mihrab breaks through the door, staring at you with malice.
"Are you going to stab me? With your little sword that you never learned to use? You've been an annoyance. Now, this is over."
Mihrab charges towards you with a snarl, charging towards you with the swipe of his claw, his eyes filled with unfocused rage.
> You strike
You swing your blade frantically, as Mihrab charges directly for you. You run the sword through his chest as he roars. His dark, soulless eyes go dull, as you pull the sword out of his chest, where it's just ran through his heart.
"That..." Mihrab whispers, looking at the blade with horror and disgust, before he collapses to the ground. You step forward, running the sword through Mihrab's chest. He grunts as his body begins to turn to dust as the very essence of his life is absorbed into your blade. You release the blade, hearing it clang to the ground, before you step back. You watch as the ancient, powerful vampire's corpse disappears from view.
You've killed Draven. You've killed Mihrab. Now, all you need to do is deal with Alexa, and the Viceroy problem will be solved.
> You find Alexa
You turn, walking towards the door. Last you remember, Alexa was inhabiting...
"Hmm..." Alexa says, as you spin around to see her form from the shadows.
Alexa walks forward, kneeling down to stare at the pile of ash. She gently picks some up with her finger, before blowing the dust away.
"Good riddance," she smiles, showing her long fangs.
Alexa stands, walking towards. You dive for the sword, grabbing it with your hand and holding it up, snarling.
"Stay back," you snarl.
Alexa moves forward, stopping in front of you just out of the reach of your sword.
"You've proven yourself to me. You've shown that you truly deserve this gift I offer."
"Gift?" you ask.
"I offer you a chance to join me. We are immortal, we are powerful and we are predators. If you are willing, you can join me as a vampire, and we can take the places that Mihrab and Grey once occupied."
"You want me to join you as a vampire? Why?" you ask.
"Together, we can rule. I... miss the joys of mortal life. I miss having friends, having allies, having lovers. With you at my side, as equals, we can live forever, survive anything, and be the perfect allies."
Alexa steps forward, smiling at you.
"So?" she smiles.
> You agree
"Fine," you say. "I agree."
"Good," Alexa says, striding forward. "The moon's falling, and the son will rise soon, scaring away the werewolves. Get undressed."
You raise an eyebrow, but pull off your jacket, before pulling off your shirt. You pull off your boots and trousers, before looking up at Alexa. She pulls off her cloak, pulling off her shirt and pants as well, leaving her standing there naked, as she smiles at you. Her body, completely pale and white as snow, and as cold at it, has a definite beauty to it. She walks forward, wrapping her hands around you and kissing you, her forked tongue flickering in your mouth. You kiss back, as her freezing hands begin to roam around your body. She slowly pushes you into the coffin, which surprisingly is large enough to fit both of you. Soon, in the enclosed area, you find your thrusting as you push Alexa up against the steel coffin wall. Suddenly, Alexa bites into your neck as you groan in pain, and begins sucking on your blood, draining it from you. You struggle, but she grabs your head, pressing it against her neck.
"Bite," she commands.
You bite down on the vampire's neck, releasing a wave of dark crimson liquid that fills your mouth.
"Drink," she whispers, as you hear her slurp your blood.
You follow her orders, and begin drinking down on her black liquid. You feel, as the two of you become one and the spirit of the predator enters you with each once of blood you gulp down.
The pair of you continue in the coffin, as you begin to transform. Mortality becomes a distant concept, life an old memory and a terrible thirst takes over you.
The burden of the vampire is now yours, but so are all the benefits.
> You pass out
You stand on the wall of the castle, staring up at the gorgeous moon, Alexa's arm wrapped around you. She smiles at you, as you grin back, gently kissing her on the forehead. You sniff the air, smelling the blood of a nearby wounded dear, Alexa's perfume, the flowers along the river banks, so many senses. Alexa kisses you on the neck, before scraping her fangs across your neck.
"I hunger, Sam," she smiles. "The thirst is back. Shall we go?"
"Perfect," you smile.
You hurry down the staircase and past the gate and out into the woods. You both sprint through the trees, laughing as you head out for the hunt.
Yes. The hunt under the moonlight. The excitement. The joy. The passion. This is true life.
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You turn, walking towards the door. Last you remember, Alexa was inhabiting...
"Hmm..." Alexa says, as you spin around to see her form from the shadows.
Alexa walks forward, kneeling down to stare at the pile of ash. She gently picks some up with her finger, before blowing the dust away.
"Good riddance," she smiles, showing her long fangs.
Alexa stands, walking towards. You dive for the sword, grabbing it with your hand and holding it up, snarling.
"Stay back," you snarl.
Alexa moves forward, stopping in front of you just out of the reach of your sword.
"You've proven yourself to me. You've shown that you truly deserve this gift I offer."
"Gift?" you ask.
"I offer you a chance to join me. We are immortal, we are powerful and we are predators. If you are willing, you can join me as a vampire, and we can take the places that Mihrab and Grey once occupied."
"You want me to join you as a vampire? Why?" you ask.
"Together, we can rule. I... miss the joys of mortal life. I miss having friends, having allies, having lovers. With you at my side, as equals, we can live forever, survive anything, and be the perfect allies."
Alexa steps forward, smiling at you.
"So?" she smiles.
> You decline
"No," you say.
"No?" Alexa asks, frowning. "Shame. i thought you had potential."
Alexa puts her hand in her cloak to draw something, and you raise your sword with a snarl. She smiles, slowly opening her cloak to reveal a small flask, which she uncaps and puts to her lips, drinking.
"I was really hoping to taste your blood... and for you to taste mine. Sadly, I shan't."
Alexa leans against the shadowy corner of the wall, staring at you as the shadows begin to absorb her essence.
"Good luck, ghoul. Hopefully, we'll both stay out of each others way in the future, shall we?"
With that, Alexa disappears from the room and from your life. You fall to your knees, tossing the sword aside as you breath out a sigh of relief. You take a deep breath, before grabbing your rifle from the ground and standing. You hear a howl from outside, leaning up against the wall and creeping along before you stare out the window. You see in the distance the sun beginning to rise. The werewolves begin howl, fleeing off towards the woods, not wanting to be caught around him when the transformation ends. You wait, watching as even the Alpha flees desperately away. You wait until the sun's light actually begins to shine on the courtyard, before walking out into the courtyard. You look up at the sun, feeling its warmth on your face, before you realize how absolutely exhausted you are. You collapse on the ground, staring up at the sky and feeling the warmth of the sun on your face.
> You continue
Royalty
You stand on the castle wall, staring out at the trees. A half a dozen guards patrol the walls, watching out for any potential werewolves. The purges you've organized of the forests have been effective, but you're still alive. Due to the loss of any significant supernatural power, you've need to replenish your power by recruitment. You've recruited Lucas, Mikhail and Haygarth, all of whom managed to survive the night through their coach escape, although Dasha thoroughly and aggressively refused to come anywhere near the castle. You recruited a few more men from the villages, and quickly regained the control that was lost with the death of Count Grey. Through hard-work and a treaty with King Ferdinand, you've managed to become the new Count of the region. The peasants continue to pay tax to you, although you've negated the need for any of them to die to feed you. You've created a nice little situation for yourself here.
Count Samuel. You never thought you'd see the day. Yes, it's a new dawn. The world is changing. The myths and legends of the past are being dispelled. Now, you're the future.
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You turn, walking towards the door. Last you remember, Alexa was inhabiting...
"Hmm..." Alexa says, as you spin around to see her form from the shadows.
Alexa walks forward, kneeling down to stare at the pile of ash. She gently picks some up with her finger, before blowing the dust away.
"Good riddance," she smiles, showing her long fangs.
Alexa stands, walking towards. You dive for the sword, grabbing it with your hand and holding it up, snarling.
"Stay back," you snarl.
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"Gift?" you ask.
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"You want me to join you as a vampire? Why?" you ask.
"Together, we can rule. I... miss the joys of mortal life. I miss having friends, having allies, having lovers. With you at my side, as equals, we can live forever, survive anything, and be the perfect allies."
Alexa steps forward, smiling at you.
"So?" she smiles.
> You kill Alexa
You step forward, as she smiles, assuming you've taken up her offer. Then, you swing your blade, beheading her in one quick move. Her head topples to the ground, and you smile. Three vampires in one night. Terrific.
You fall to your knees, tossing the sword aside as you breath out a sigh of relief. You take a deep breath, before grabbing your rifle from the ground and standing. You hear a howl from outside, leaning up against the wall and creeping along before you stare out the window. You see in the distance the sun beginning to rise. The werewolves begin howl, fleeing off towards the woods, not wanting to be caught around him when the transformation ends. You wait, watching as even the Alpha flees desperately away. You wait until the sun's light actually begins to shine on the courtyard, before walking out into the courtyard. You look up at the sun, feeling its warmth on your face, before you realize how absolutely exhausted you are. You collapse on the ground, staring up at the sky and feeling the warmth of the sun on your face.
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You raise your rifle, firing. The bullet thuds into Mihrab as he bears his teeth in a grin.
"Pathetic," he says.
Mihrab bursts towards you, grabbing you by the throat, his claws cutting into your skin.
"Your life is meaningless. Has your service to Count Grey blurred your mind and given you a strong head? You have nothing to offer."
> You go for your knife
You lean down slightly, keeping eye contact with a snarling Mihrab, before grabbing your dagger. You stab it into Mihrab's stomach as he yelps in pain. You shove him back and immediately begin barreling down the staircase. The gun's not working. You need to find something else. You quickly hurry down the stairs as Mihrab swears in some long dead language. You run quickly, finding yourself in the lower floors of the castle. There's a straight shot up another stairs to the courtyard, where you could lure Mihrab outside. Hopefully, the werewolves would frenzy and take him out, while you could slip back inside the castle. You could also head deeper into the castle, towards Count Grey's coffin and the inner areas.
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You raise your rifle, firing. The bullet thuds into Mihrab as he bears his teeth in a grin.
"Pathetic," he says.
Mihrab bursts towards you, grabbing you by the throat, his claws cutting into your skin.
"Your life is meaningless. Has your service to Count Grey blurred your mind and given you a strong head? You have nothing to offer."
> You go for your rifle
You grab for your rifle and go down, grabbing it by the barrel and tossing it into the air. You grab for the trigger, before Mihrab slices his claws across your throat and pressing his mouth against it. You gasp as blood spurts into the monster's mouth, dropping the gun and letting out a pained grunt as you're drained of your life source.
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You grab the chifferobe, opening it and stepping inside. You close the door, quieting your breathing as you wait. You hear the loud, clawed footsteps of the beast towards you, as you wait patiently for it to pass by. This is a beast, lacking all the stealth of the true wolf, or even its stronger Wulven kin. Still, it has the nose of one, which soon becomes apparent as its wet sniffling leans to it pausing outside your room. You wait slowly, holding your breath, for the wolf to pass. It doesn't seem to know you're there... yet.
> You wait for it to pass
You wait patiently as the werewolf snarls outside. Suddenly, it's massive claws bash through the chifferobe, smacking into your and shattering your bones as the claw runs through your chest. You groan, spluttering blood out onto your chest, before entering oblivion.
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"I'm not going!" you say.
"So be it," Haygarth says. "If you're not leaving the castle, we need your help."
"What?" you ask.
"You need to ring the castle's alarm bell at the North-East tower. If you can ring that, you can distract the werewolves and draw them towards the North-Eastern area, so we have a chance."
"Fuck, fine. I'll get it done," you say.
"Thank you, thank you!" Haygarth says. "I must find the Twins, if they're still alive. I'll be sure to be back before you can make the journey to the bell."
"Fan-fucking-tastic," you say. "Best of luck, Haygarth. I hope we meet on the other side."
"Same to you, Samuel."
You turn, walking away from the room. You enter the hallways again, and move quickly. You can hear the roars of the beasts outside, and you wince as you hear the scraping of sharp claws on the stones outside. You take a deep breath of air, trying not to let terror cloud your judgment. Suddenly, you pause. You see the massive, wretched body of a werewolf slowly move forward through the hallway, heading perpendicular to you. Tufts of black fur cover its body, as its deformed snout looks like a pale imitation of a true wolf's, this one looking like a poor soul has had her face bashed in to create the appearance of one. It creeps along the hallways, sniffing the air.
You step back slowly, taking a sharp breath. You shouldn't be surprised that they've got in. The doors are thick, reinforced with steel and silver alike, but the werewolves were bound to get in some time. Not if the portcullis had been closed, but once they entered the courtyard, they were bound to get in.
The beast shakes its head violently as if spasming, before sniffing the air once more. It lets out a growl, and you know it's caught your scent. There's a rotten chifferobe to your side that you could foreseeably hide in. There's also the silver-loaded gun in your hands, if you want to take it more bluntly, as well as the silver dagger you have hidden in your boot. for a quiet tactic.
> You shoot
You pull the trigger, as the gun bucks in your hands. The bullet flies through the air, hitting the werewolf in the neck and knocking it to the ground with a burst of crimson blood, which sprays over its fur and sends it collapsing to the ground. An easy kill, but a loud one. You need to move, and you need to move fast.
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You dive out of the way, as Draven flies just past you, swinging his sword. His sword slices into the back of your neck, not enough to seriously wound but enough to hurt like a bitch. He slams into the door behind you, grunting as he spins around. He wipes the blood from his broken nose as he stares at the two of you, before letting out a horrible laugh.
"Got too excited there, didn't I? Ha!" he smiles, twirling the sword around in his hands.
You look around desperately, for something, ANYTHING in the room to help you out. Dasha is just as in the cross-hairs as you are, and seems terrified. Haygarth is hiding behind a counter, unfocused and not thinking. Most of the horses are dead, having had their heads cleaved clean off. Still, there's three or four in the farther stables. There's two large, oil-filled lamps illuminating the hallways that could be used. Fire has a history of being effective with monsters. Finally, there's the old full lead solution. If you just duck, weave and fill the air with as much lead, or in this case silver, as possible to take out the vampire bastard, although silver bullets are more of a werewolf-killer.
> You get to the lamp
You sprint towards the lamp, your rifle held tightly in your hands as you run towards it. Draven charges ahead with a howl, kicking your leg away as you collapse onto the ground, laughing.
"Look at you try to run! Where are you trying to run to, little one?" he asks, before his eyes flicker to Dasha who goes for the door.
Draven runs ahead with an animalistic howl, slamming her into the door. He presses the sword to her throat, before throwing into the air and catching it once more.
"Ohh... this is everything! Savor the hunt!" he says. "Go! Try escape again! Or are you in a fighting mood?"
> You try for the horses
You sprint towards the horses, your rifle held tightly in your hands as you run towards them. Draven charges ahead with a howl, kicking your leg away as you collapse onto the ground, laughing.
"Pathetic!"
Dasha attempts to stand, before Draven smiles, flinging his sword. The sword embeds itself in Dasha's hand, pinning it to the door, as he laughs.
"I forgot to mention, I'm not a bad through," he says, before looking down at you. "It's a shame she tried to move and I had to throw my sword, little Ghoul. Now, I have to deal with you with fangs... and trust me, it'll be more painful."
The lamp flies through the air, smashing into Draven's head. Oil sprays across him as it's quickly set alight, as is his dry, cold corpse. Draven screams in object terror as he's engulfed in fire. He screams, desperately flailing in an attempt to put out the flames. Draven collapses to his knees as his scream finally stops, before collapsing onto his face. He slowly burns as his body turns to ash, as you crawl away from the body, standing. Haygarth stands behind Draven, staring at the fire.
"Didn't know what, what to do," Haygarth says, panting. "Saw you go for the lamp. Decided to finish the job."
"Well done," you say.
You walk over to Dasha, who whimpers as she paws at the sword embedded in her arm. You grab it, gripping it tightly as you pull it from the wall. You tear a piece of cloth from your robes, tying it tightly around the wound.
"I'm fine," she says.
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You dive out of the way, as Draven flies just past you, swinging his sword. His sword slices into the back of your neck, not enough to seriously wound but enough to hurt like a bitch. He slams into the door behind you, grunting as he spins around. He wipes the blood from his broken nose as he stares at the two of you, before letting out a horrible laugh.
"Got too excited there, didn't I? Ha!" he smiles, twirling the sword around in his hands.
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> You fire!
You raise your gun and fire. Draven takes a shot to the shoulder, before side-stepping your next. He doesn't even attempt to charge, just grins. You keep firing, as he dodges the bullets with unnatural ease, even the lucky shots not even throwing him, and they only manage to graze or hit his central mass, which fails to even knock him back. You aim your rifle at Draven's head, as he gently taps his finger against it.
"Come on, boy!" he says, laughing. "Take the shot! I'm enjoying this! I won't even move this time!"
You peer down the sights, taking a deep breath, and you pull the trigger.
It's empty.
"Can't even count, huh?" Draven laughs, before bursting forward.
You attempt to dodge, but he's faster and more prepared for your roll to the side. He swings his sword, cutting through flesh and bone as your upper body is separated from its organic stand. You barely have time for one scream before it's all over.
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You walk along the hallways towards the stable, your gun clenched tightly in your hands. You consider pushing Dasha ahead of you so anything that attacks has to cut through her first, but that's not the right thing to do. It's better to keep her behind you, in case a creature attacks from behind, and you can fight off whoever attacks from the front with your rifle. You walk past the rows of unlit torches that cover the walls, wishing they were lit. You aim your gun ahead, sweeping the barrel to check the corners for any hidden beasts that could be hidden away there.
"We need to hurry up, h.." Dasha says.
Suddenly, one of the windows several meters above you shatters as the upper half of a body smashes through it. It hits the wall with a wet thud, collapsing to the ground. Dasha screams as you desperately back pedal to avoid it.
"Fuck me!" you say. "The villagers must be having a bad night."
"Oh god," Dasha says.
You hear a terrified scream outside. It sounds female, and young. Very young.
"Help! Help! Mama!" a voice screams from outside.
"We need to help her!" Dasha says, a look of panic flooding through her.
"Do you want to fight the Wulven?" you ask. "I'm not."
You try to appear tough as Dasha stares you down, before looking away. You hear a high-pitched scream, before the crunching of bone and flesh.
"It's done. Let's go," you say.
"The village is down the road! Why the fuck would they bring the villagers here to kill them?" Dasha says.
"Break our morale, or act as bait, maybe. They're intelligent, for abominable beasts. Now, let's move on."
You continue walking forward, reaching a wooden door. You press up against it, waiting. "Here it it."
"This is the door to the stables," you whisper. "You ready?"
"Ready. I'll follow your lead."
> You force Dasha to go in first
"You go in first. He'll be able to smell my blood sooner than yours. I'm a ghoul."
"Bullshit!" Dasha hisses. "Give me the gun, then I'll go."
> You give Dasha the gun
You take a deep breath, bashing open the door with your shoulder, raising your rifle. Draven stands there, a sword in his hands and a grin on his face as he stands over a heavily injured Haygarth, who has been stripped naked and is covered in bruising and cuts.
"Don't you know how, freak? I said do it!" Draven shouts.
He swings his blade and smacks Haygarth in the side of the head with the flat of his blade, knocking Haygarth to the floor.
"Dance!" Draven laughs, before his eyes flicker to you. "Look who it is! One of Grey's ghouls and... I've no fucking idea who you are, but you look like a bleeder!"
Haygarth yells as Dasha raises her rifle. Draven roars as he charges forward, and Dasha both attempts to backpedal and aim. She trips on the stairs, firing off the gun. Unfortunately, she misses Draven. Even worse, the bullet ends up flying straight through your head.
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"You go in first. He'll be able to smell my blood sooner than yours. I'm a ghoul."
"Bullshit!" Dasha hisses. "Give me the gun, then I'll go."
> You convince Dasha to go in with just the knife
"No!" you say, shaking your head.
"Then go through!" Dasha commands.
"You go in with the knife, I go behind you with the rang..."
Something slams into the door, sending you flying across the ground and onto your ass with a painful thud. Standing there, clad in armor with long, wild flowing black hair and a face contorted by rage and anger.
"Yes! I was distracted by the freak, but even I can hear you two bickering! Gotta get my ears checked, haha!" he snarls before laughing menacingly as he steps forward.
The vampire charges forward with remarkable speed. You raise your gun quickly, firing. The bullet thuds into Draven's chest, but it fails to even slightly slow him down. He swings the sword as he leaps upon you, slicing through your muscle and sinew and separating your head from your body. His lips immediately wrap around your gaping neck hole as he drains you of your blood, your head rolling to the ground.
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You swing the butt of your gun, cracking into the side of her face and knocking her to the ground with a grunt. The knife goes clattering, and you dart forward, grabbing the knife and raising your rifle to point at her.
"Who the fuck are you?"
The girl stares at you with anger, blood running down her face from the newly opened cut on her forehead. You recognize her as Dasha, the sacrificial victim from earlier. Huh, apparently she survived. Interesting.
"Hands in the air!" you say, pointing the gun at her head.
She slowly raises her hands, spitting blood and a tooth on the ground. Apparently, you swung harder than you thought.
"Fuck you!" she says.
"You need to listen to me," you say.
The girl swings at your head, but you catch her fist. She spits in your face, which you wince at.
> You try talk to her
"Look, please, listen to me," you say.
"Fuck off!" she shouts.
"I don't need you to trust me, just listen! For..."
"I said, fuck off!" she shouts again.
"Listen!" you say loudly, losing your patience. "Did you see those fucking vampires?!"
The girl stares at you, still defiant, but quiet.
"If we want to get out of this, we need to work together. I don't care how much you hate me for doing what I did to you, but we need to."
"You work for the vampires," she says.
"I work for that one," you say, nodding towards Count Grey. "The others killed him, and now they want to kill me... and you. We're on the same side here, understood?"
The girl pauses, before slowly nodding.
"If I let you up, you won't try anything?" you ask.
"Give me my knife," she replies.
"I can't trust you," you say.
"I can't trust you either," she says.
You sigh, before handing the knife back. She grabs it from your, staring at her reflection in the blade for a brief moment, looking as if contemplating attacks, before looking at you.
"What's the plan?" she asks.
"I don't know. We need to... Haygarth," you say. "We need to find him. He should be in the stables. He knows this place better than anyone. He'll have keys, know secret tunnels, know everything."
"Let's go, then," Dasha says.
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You walk into the sacrificial chambers. You walk over to Count Grey, who has a deep wound going through his chest and lies on the ground. You step over the blood-filled grooves of the floor, walking over to him. You drop to a knee, checking his pulse, before mentally hitting yourself for being so stupid. He's undead. You pull back his eyelids, revealing dull, lifeless black eyes. You quickly pat him down, finding only a curved ebony dagger and some Leu on him, which you take. You gently pat his cold head as a matter of respect, or perhaps more likely to comfort yourself. The terrifying menace who has controlled the region for over a thousand years is dead. He was your master, your mentor and your liege.
"Good fucking riddance. He was a cold, sociopathic cunt," you say aloud, a part of you still terrified to say it, somehow expecting him to wake up and tear out your throat.
You stand, looking around. There's the doorway to the lower floors, where you,,,
A girl charges out from your blind side, holding up a dagger.
> You attempt to negotiate
"Wait! Look," you say, holding up your hands in defense.
The girl slashes her knife, cutting open the palms of your hands as blood spurts out and you yelp in pain. The girl slams into you, jabbing her knife directly into your throat. Blood spurts out in even more gallons, as you choke on your own blood as the girl repeatedly stabs you in a mixture of anger and terror.
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You burst towards the wooden door, unlatching it and opening it so Lucas and Mikhail can topple in. You quickly close the door behind them, seeing the eyes of one of the beasts as as it desperately stares at you with the rage of a hungry and stuck lion. You lock the door as it's weight smashes into the hard wood with enough force to splinter it.
"There's not supposed to be that many! There's not that fucking many!" Lucas says.
"There must be every cursed wretch under the moon's gaze," you mutter.
Mikhail spits blood onto his chest.
"Christ..." he groans, as Lucas chuckles.
"Oh dear brother, Count Grey would tear your throat out if he heard you mutter that fucker's name here," Lucas smiles. "Samuel, help me. We need to get Mikhail to the medical bay."
"Can't you handle him? I need to go warn Count Grey and the viceroys," you say.
"Yes, sure," Lucas says, grabbing Mikhail and putting his arm over his shoulder.
He walks towards medical bay, as you quickly hurry up the stairs to the sacrificial chambers. You walk upstairs quickly, heading through the lounge. You reach the door to the sacrificial chambers, before pausing. You can hear whispered voices inside, almost drowned out by the roars of the werewolves outside. How has Count Grey not noticed the attack? Why is he still in the sacrificial chambers? You tilt your head forward, and you think you can make out the words if you try hard enough.
> You enter the room
You walk into the room, and are immediately faced with a shocking scene. Count Grey kneels on the ground in the center of the pentagram, his face covered with blood. Viceroy Draven stands over him, his sword pointed at the older vampire's chest he smiles, looking at his prey. Viceroy Alexa stands to the side, leaning against the wall as she drinks from a crystal bottle filled with the scarlet blood of one of Count Grey's many victims. Viceroy Mihrab stands over his former master, his sharp fingernails pressed against Count Grey's neck, an ornately carved wooden stake in his hands.
In an instant, all four vampire's look at you, surprised.
"He escaped the wolves. Impressive," Viceroy Alexa says.
Viceroy Mihrab's eyes narrow, as he plunges the stake into Count Grey's hearts.
"Get him," he commands.
> You run
You turn, sprinting away as the vampires give chase. You have a clear shot through the main hall and out into the courtyard, where you can lock the heavy wooden doors and keep him locked inside. You could head through the lounge and into the armory to find something capable of killing these beasts. Finally, you could head down the small, spiraling staircase and lose them in the lower floors.
> You head into the courtyard
You sprint forward, past the coat rack and into the entry hall. You grab the wooden door, quickly lifting the metal bar up with a heart-filled with adrenaline, and swinging the door open, shutting it behind you.
A massive bundle of flesh and fur smashes into you, shattering your bones. You painfully smash into the ground, looking up to see a massive, white werewolf sitting atop your broken body. It stares down at you, it's blood red eyes filled with an animalistic hunger, devoid of any sentience beyond that of the wolf it's body has morphed to imitate.
You close your eyes. Thankfully, this beast doesn't like to play with its food, and finishes you quickly.
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You turn, sprinting away as the vampires give chase. You have a clear shot through the main hall and out into the courtyard, where you can lock the heavy wooden doors and keep him locked inside. You could head through the lounge and into the armory to find something capable of killing these beasts. Finally, you could head down the small, spiraling staircase and lose them in the lower floors.
> You head into the armory
You sprint forward, turning towards the armory. You run desperately, but the vampires are faster. You feel your legs knocked away, hurtling to the ground. You smack painfully into the stone floor, yelping as Alexa plunges a dagger into your chest. You yell as it pierces your lungs, coughing blood onto your face. Alexa smiles, licking the blood off your lips, before biting down on your neck and draining the very life source from you.
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You grab your gun from the broken tiles, and stumble forward. You hear a howl resonate down the halls. You sigh as you realize they're getting louder. You luck at a nearby door along the hallway, before looking at the gun in your hands.
> You hide
You grab at the nearest door and open it, finding yourself in a bathroom. You shut the door and press up against it, waiting. You hear the snarls pass the door, and begin counting. When you reach twenty, you listen again, before opening the door and continuing along. It only takes a few minutes before you arrive at the oak doors of armory. You open the doors, moving quickly inside. There's a row of rifles leaning against the walls, a crate of pistols, a large machine gun atop a crate of ammunitions and an entire box of dynamite. It seems like you're fairly set to do some serious ki...
You hear a howl, and turn to look out the door at the approaching Alpha that charges towards you. It's white fur is dripping with flesh blood, and you can see pieces of flesh stuck in its teeth.
> You run
You turn and run, hearing it desperately chase after you. The footsteps get closer and closer, before you feel your back breaking as the werewolf's claw smashed into your hack, the knife-like claws cutting through your leather duster and slashing through your flesh. You roll to the ground with a scream, as the werewolf leaps onto you, it's weight crushing you. It's wet saliva dripping onto your face, it roars at you, before it lunges forward, biting deep into your throat.
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You grab at the nearest door and open it, finding yourself in a bathroom. You shut the door and press up against it, waiting. You hear the snarls pass the door, and begin counting. When you reach twenty, you listen again, before opening the door and continuing along. It only takes a few minutes before you arrive at the oak doors of armory. You open the doors, moving quickly inside. There's a row of rifles leaning against the walls, a crate of pistols, a large machine gun atop a crate of ammunitions and an entire box of dynamite. It seems like you're fairly set to do some serious ki...
You hear a howl, and turn to look out the door at the approaching Alpha that charges towards you. It's white fur is dripping with flesh blood, and you can see pieces of flesh stuck in its teeth.
> You lock the armory door
You slam the door shut, locking it quickly. You look around, as the claw smashes into the door, and you know it won't last much longer.
There's a shotgun you can load with silver buckshot, that you've used on hunting some of the more dangerous werewolves before.
There's a box full of dynamite that you could set off, which would almost certainly kill you as well as the Alpha, but fuck it, you wouldn't mind taking someone down with you.
Finally, there's the machine gun. Although there's no silver bullets, you could set it up so you could pump so much lead into that beast that you'd definitely kill it.
> You grab the shotgun
You grab the shotgun, going for the box of silver shotgun shells. You quickly load one as the door begins to break as the wood splinters, before a claw smashes through the door. The albino werewolf charges inside, and you raise your gun, firing.
The shotgun booms back, peppering the albino with buckshot. It howls as its skin begins to burn with silver, but it doesn't go down. You reach for another shell before the albino slams into you, its claws instantly shredding your torso as its jaws close around your head.
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You slam the door shut, locking it quickly. You look around, as the claw smashes into the door, and you know it won't last much longer.
There's a shotgun you can load with silver buckshot, that you've used on hunting some of the more dangerous werewolves before.
There's a box full of dynamite that you could set off, which would almost certainly kill you as well as the Alpha, but fuck it, you wouldn't mind taking someone down with you.
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> You set off the dynamite
Fuck, you don't have a chance. You're going to die here anyway. Might as well take that fucking albino out. You spot a box of matches on the shelf, grabbing it and pulling out a box of matches, which you quickly strike.
The door begins to break as the wood splinters, before a claw smashes through the door. The albino werewolf charges inside, as you pull open the crate of dynamite, lighting it. The werewolf slams into you before the dynamite explodes with a powerful flash, before everything disappears with a loud boom, killing everyone in the room.
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You slam the door shut, locking it quickly. You look around, as the claw smashes into the door, and you know it won't last much longer.
There's a shotgun you can load with silver buckshot, that you've used on hunting some of the more dangerous werewolves before.
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Finally, there's the machine gun. Although there's no silver bullets, you could set it up so you could pump so much lead into that beast that you'd definitely kill it.
> You set up the machine gun
You grab the machine gun, instantly loading in a box of ammo. You quickly hurry as you begin loading the ammunition into the gun and putting down the stand. The door begins to break as the wood splinters, before a claw smashes through. The albino werewolf charges inside, as you pull down on the trigger as bullets begin to slam into the werewolf, without even slowing down, let alone stopping it. You yell, before the albino slams into you, its claws instantly shredding your torso as its jaws close around your head.
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You sigh, looking out at the tiled roof. A long drop to that and then into the courtyard, then you can leg it out of there. If the first fall doesn't break your bones. Or the werewolves here you and tear you apart. You climb over the bell tower wall, and jump. There's a brief second of the air rushing as your fall, adrenaline rushing into you. Then, you hit the tiled roof. Pain surges through your as you yell in pain.
Unfortunately, you don't smack into it and roll off into the courtyard. Instead, you just go straight through the tiled roof. You smash through, into the room beneath you. The world goes dark and hazy, as you lie there atop the broken tiles in desperate pain. You groan, taking a deep breath. You need to get moving. Otherwise, the werewolves will find you, if not Mihrab.
You grab the side of the table, slowly pulling yourself up. You put weight on your legs, and grunt in pain. It hurts like a bitch, but they're not broken. You're able to walk. You stand, taking a deep breath, and stumble forward. You're not going to be able fight Mihrab like this, and you highly doubt your chances of being able to leg it back to the nearest village. You need to think.
You could head to the castle armory. There's a large amount of explosives there, as well as other fun and interesting weapons that could be turned to wiping out the werewolves and killing Mihrab as well.
You could head to Count Grey's personal chambers. Knowing how paranoid and prepared he was, you have no doubt that the place is insanely secured and prepared for a situation like this. It's too late for him to use it, but you still might.
There's also the chance of negotiation. You could talk to Mihrab, and attempt to convince him to spare you. Through offering up Count Grey's secrets and perhaps even offering your services in the future, he can be convinced to spare you, and even have you join him.
If you're feeling courageous, you could attempt to negotiate with the werewolves. Whilst they're beasts, they still do have human souls and consciousnesses. They can probably negotiate. If you find the Alpha, you can most likely negotiate with it.
> You negotiate with Viceroy Mihrab
You grab your gun from the broken tiles, and stumble forward towards the bell tower once more. You head along in a hurry, hoping not to draw the attention of the werewolves. The bell-tower is close, seeing as you just fell from it, and you soon find yourself stumbling along the hallway as Mihrab descends from the bell tower. He pauses, staring at you.
"You... leapt from a bell tower... and came back?" he asks, raising an eyebrow.
"I... yes," you reply.
"Alright, you've truly gained my attention," he says, slowly extending his hand and grabbing you by the throat, his long, sharp nails prodding into your neck.
"I want to make a deal. I have an abundance of information, and am happy to serve you as faithfully as I served Count Grey."
"Did you? Did you really serve him faithfully? It seems you're happy to betray his secrets right now.
"My loyalty ended upon Count Grey's death," you stammer.
Mihrab smiles, as his fingers slice open your throat. You gasp, blood filling your throat and running down your chest.
"I'll have to decline," he says, as you collapse to the ground.
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You sigh, looking out at the tiled roof. A long drop to that and then into the courtyard, then you can leg it out of there. If the first fall doesn't break your bones. Or the werewolves here you and tear you apart. You climb over the bell tower wall, and jump. There's a brief second of the air rushing as your fall, adrenaline rushing into you. Then, you hit the tiled roof. Pain surges through your as you yell in pain.
Unfortunately, you don't smack into it and roll off into the courtyard. Instead, you just go straight through the tiled roof. You smash through, into the room beneath you. The world goes dark and hazy, as you lie there atop the broken tiles in desperate pain. You groan, taking a deep breath. You need to get moving. Otherwise, the werewolves will find you, if not Mihrab.
You grab the side of the table, slowly pulling yourself up. You put weight on your legs, and grunt in pain. It hurts like a bitch, but they're not broken. You're able to walk. You stand, taking a deep breath, and stumble forward. You're not going to be able fight Mihrab like this, and you highly doubt your chances of being able to leg it back to the nearest village. You need to think.
You could head to the castle armory. There's a large amount of explosives there, as well as other fun and interesting weapons that could be turned to wiping out the werewolves and killing Mihrab as well.
You could head to Count Grey's personal chambers. Knowing how paranoid and prepared he was, you have no doubt that the place is insanely secured and prepared for a situation like this. It's too late for him to use it, but you still might.
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> You negotiate with the Alpha
You grab your gun from the broken tiles, and stumble forward towards the courtyard. You move along the building, before finding a wooden door to the courtyard, pushing it open. You stumble into the courtyard, walking to the middle before dropping to your knees.
"Wolves! Bring me your Alpha! I wish to talk!" you cry.
About a dozen werewolves quickly appear, beginning to circle you. They don't strike, perhaps confused by what you're doing. Soon, the Alpha appears. It walks forward, staring at you as it growls, saliva hitting you in the face.
"I want to join you," you say. "Mihrab is going to betray you. I overheard him say as much. The vampires will always seek to have dominion over... over the noble wolf."
The Alpha bears its teeth, but doesn't strike. It looks you dead in the eyes, as you stare back.
"Let me join you. I promise you won't regret it."
The wolf snarls, before pouncing forward.
> You fire your rifle
You raise your rifle and fire, the bullet slamming into the Alpha, but failing to slow it. Its jaws close around your throat, tearing it open as you scream in terror and pain.
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You grab your gun from the broken tiles, and stumble forward towards the courtyard. You move along the building, before finding a wooden door to the courtyard, pushing it open. You stumble into the courtyard, walking to the middle before dropping to your knees.
"Wolves! Bring me your Alpha! I wish to talk!" you cry.
About a dozen werewolves quickly appear, beginning to circle you. They don't strike, perhaps confused by what you're doing. Soon, the Alpha appears. It walks forward, staring at you as it growls, saliva hitting you in the face.
"I want to join you," you say. "Mihrab is going to betray you. I overheard him say as much. The vampires will always seek to have dominion over... over the noble wolf."
The Alpha bears its teeth, but doesn't strike. It looks you dead in the eyes, as you stare back.
"Let me join you. I promise you won't regret it."
The wolf snarls, before pouncing forward.
> You use your knife
You raise your knife, slashing open the hide of the Alpha, but failing to slow it. Its jaws close around your throat, tearing it open as you scream in terror and pain.
| 4 |
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Eyes fluttering open, you find yourself there in the Nightmare Realm again. You’re sprawled out on a soft, eerily warm ground. A dull, strange pulse that trembles through the ground. The ground's texture is unnerving as your fingertips run across it, closer to flesh than earth. You squint, making out thin veins spread out through the ground, pumping a black liquid through the flesh that stands in stark contrast to the brownish-red of the floor. You briefly look at yourself for any injury, but you don't see anything wrong, at least visibly. You're wearing a pair of simply cloth pajamas that hang off your pale, frail frame and some small, featureless blue slippers.
Standing, you look around at the nightmare realm surrounding you. The sky is black and lifeless, not a single shining light to break the dull veil of oblivion that hangs over your head. You’re in the middle of a forest of jet black trees that spike out from the ground like pillars of obsidian, their trunks all charred and blackened by what you presume was fire. From the tree's branches hang red, glistening organs and chunks of flesh, blood dripping down from them. A length of rotting intestine, a split open stomach whose food has spilled out to the ground, a long strip of unidentifiable flesh, they all just hang their like some horrifying butcher’s display.
In contrast to the dark floor there’s several chunks of bleached white bone about the size of a child’s head in the ground, sticking out like everyday rocks. You grab the nearest one cautiously, turning it over in your hand to reveal the bottom of it is covered with beetle-like creatures, which make a strangely human-like panting. Thin, long pink tongues extend from their mouths towards you, before you frantically shake them off the chunk of bone. Nervously, you toss the chunk of bone back to the ground.
You look around for anything useful, something to help you get out of this insane hellscape. Next to one of the trees, leaning against the gnarled black roots is a red, plastic Zippo lighter, seeming out of place in the whole world of nightmares. There’s a lake of black, unreflective liquid that you stare at, its waters thick and oil-like. Sitting next to it, far enough away from you that you’re not too scared, is a figure.
The figure looks like a badly deformed child, although its face is closer to that of a hairless rat, a long snout that extends past its face. You pause, noticing its eyes are a pair of black buttons, stitched straight into its sockets with red thread. Its limbs are thin and frail, and although it seems to be naked. Its skin is pale and leathery, hanging off it in patches to reveal the black flesh underneath. It holds in its hand a fishing rod, sitting there casually as if nothing was wrong. You wonder if it’ll act as a friend or foe. Sitting next to it is a black oil lantern, from which the only light in sight shines out, brightening the area.
> You fetch the lighter
You move over towards the gnarled, tangled roots of the tree, blood from the organs that hang above dripping down to you. You pause, seeing wrinkled fingers wrapping around your other hand. You’re torn through the air with a scream, smacking into the earth as you’re quickly dragged down a burrow hidden in the roots of the tree. You tumble to your ground, collapsing in front of a horrifying creature.
The creature looks to be a strange hybrid between a spider and an old man. It’s body is spider-like, covered in a pale, translucent ooze. Its head is that of a smiling old man, although the same ooze drips from the corners of its mouth. Its eyes are black, lifeless orbs. It’s eight long, spindly legs each end with a human hand covered with a wrinkled, grey skin.
“Good evening, my child,” it says, with the voice of a kindly grandfather.
It’s long, spindly arms reach around, it’s wrinkled fingers grabbing your limbs and lifting you into the air.
“A shame I won't be able to take you to the tea party soon, but I'm just so very hungry. I’m going to savor your young, soft flesh,” it says, as you scream into the silent darkness.
Hours later, when the last breath finally expires from your broken form, its long arm reaches out from its den, placing the bright, red plastic lighter in front of the den, waiting for the next fool to come. They always did.
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Eyes fluttering open, you find yourself there in the Nightmare Realm again. You’re sprawled out on a soft, eerily warm ground. A dull, strange pulse that trembles through the ground. The ground's texture is unnerving as your fingertips run across it, closer to flesh than earth. You squint, making out thin veins spread out through the ground, pumping a black liquid through the flesh that stands in stark contrast to the brownish-red of the floor. You briefly look at yourself for any injury, but you don't see anything wrong, at least visibly. You're wearing a pair of simply cloth pajamas that hang off your pale, frail frame and some small, featureless blue slippers.
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You look around for anything useful, something to help you get out of this insane hellscape. Next to one of the trees, leaning against the gnarled black roots is a red, plastic Zippo lighter, seeming out of place in the whole world of nightmares. There’s a lake of black, unreflective liquid that you stare at, its waters thick and oil-like. Sitting next to it, far enough away from you that you’re not too scared, is a figure.
The figure looks like a badly deformed child, although its face is closer to that of a hairless rat, a long snout that extends past its face. You pause, noticing its eyes are a pair of black buttons, stitched straight into its sockets with red thread. Its limbs are thin and frail, and although it seems to be naked. Its skin is pale and leathery, hanging off it in patches to reveal the black flesh underneath. It holds in its hand a fishing rod, sitting there casually as if nothing was wrong. You wonder if it’ll act as a friend or foe. Sitting next to it is a black oil lantern, from which the only light in sight shines out, brightening the area.
> You head off into the trees
Heading off into the woods in a desperate attempt to find a way out of this place, you quickly hurry off out of the light of the lantern. You’re soon drowned in darkness, without the light of any light to guide you. After a few minutes, as you're feeling your way forward to avoid hitting a trunk, you hear the faint sound of someone weeping.
A huge, towering creature of black fur with muscles that ripple underneath, standing like a gorilla with two massive, clawed hands appears out of the darkness, right in front of you. It’s face is a white, china mask of a crying woman, with tears of red flowing down its cheek. It continues to weep as it moves towards you, a hand wrapping around you. It lifts you up, moving you right in front of its crying face.
Suddenly, it flings you into a tree, shattering your ribs. You hit the ground with a scream, as it continues weeping, although you can’t see where it is. You lie there in pain, listening to the sound of the crying growing fainter as the monster moves away.
Suddenly, you hear the sound of laughter, growing closer and closer. You try to move, but you’re effectively crippled by pain, unable to move. You close your eyes and like your assailant, begin to weep, hoping whatever creature finds you first does its job quickly.
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Eyes fluttering open, you find yourself there in the Nightmare Realm again. You’re sprawled out on a soft, eerily warm ground. A dull, strange pulse that trembles through the ground. The ground's texture is unnerving as your fingertips run across it, closer to flesh than earth. You squint, making out thin veins spread out through the ground, pumping a black liquid through the flesh that stands in stark contrast to the brownish-red of the floor. You briefly look at yourself for any injury, but you don't see anything wrong, at least visibly. You're wearing a pair of simply cloth pajamas that hang off your pale, frail frame and some small, featureless blue slippers.
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In contrast to the dark floor there’s several chunks of bleached white bone about the size of a child’s head in the ground, sticking out like everyday rocks. You grab the nearest one cautiously, turning it over in your hand to reveal the bottom of it is covered with beetle-like creatures, which make a strangely human-like panting. Thin, long pink tongues extend from their mouths towards you, before you frantically shake them off the chunk of bone. Nervously, you toss the chunk of bone back to the ground.
You look around for anything useful, something to help you get out of this insane hellscape. Next to one of the trees, leaning against the gnarled black roots is a red, plastic Zippo lighter, seeming out of place in the whole world of nightmares. There’s a lake of black, unreflective liquid that you stare at, its waters thick and oil-like. Sitting next to it, far enough away from you that you’re not too scared, is a figure.
The figure looks like a badly deformed child, although its face is closer to that of a hairless rat, a long snout that extends past its face. You pause, noticing its eyes are a pair of black buttons, stitched straight into its sockets with red thread. Its limbs are thin and frail, and although it seems to be naked. Its skin is pale and leathery, hanging off it in patches to reveal the black flesh underneath. It holds in its hand a fishing rod, sitting there casually as if nothing was wrong. You wonder if it’ll act as a friend or foe. Sitting next to it is a black oil lantern, from which the only light in sight shines out, brightening the area.
> You pull organs down from the trees
You move towards the branches, attempting to pull the organs down. When that fails, you wrap an arm around the tree trunk, lifting yourself up somewhat and shaking a branch. Several bloody organs plop down into the dirt.
Suddenly, the soil begins to morph, as it cracks open to reveal small, human-lie mouths. The creepily human-like teeth bite and tear at the meat as they swallows the meat, devouring the organs.
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You quickly look around for a bone chunk, grabbing it and shaking the bugs off it. Quickly, you smash the chunk of bone into a mouth, knocking bloody and broken teeth out. The mouths gnash soundlessly as you smash the chunk of bone into them repeatedly, smashing out countless teeth. The mouths shut closed, morphing back into the ground.
Cautiously, you collect a handful of broken, bloody teeth, but the mouths don’t make a reappearance.
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You move towards the branches, attempting to pull the organs down. When that fails, you wrap an arm around the tree trunk, lifting yourself up somewhat and shaking a branch. Several bloody organs plop down into the dirt.
Suddenly, the soil begins to morph, as it cracks open to reveal small, human-lie mouths. The creepily human-like teeth bite and tear at the meat as they swallows the meat, devouring the organs.
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You're unwilling entirely to let those mouths get you or get close to you. You quickly backpedal, heading to the relative safety of next to the lake.
| 4 |
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You walk slowly towards the strange figure. It eagerly turns to stare at you as you approach, moving slowly and cautiously. When you’re standing less than a meter away, it begins to approach, it’s frail arms reaching up to your face, two pale, disgusting fingers entering your mouth and tapping against your teeth. Quickly, it jabs its finger forward, knocking a loose tooth free from your gums with a few drops of blood.
“Mine,” it whispers in a soft, rasping voice.
You pull back frantically as it releases its grip, looking towards you with indifference again as it slowly picks up the loose tooth, raising it to its mouth and swallowing it whole. You step back, ready for it to strike, but it returns to its spot by its lantern, grabbing its fishing pole. You wiggle your tongue around in the new gap in your teeth, staring ahead nervously.
> You try to take the lantern
You move towards the creature’s lantern, but it quickly grabs your hand. Its cold, semi-moist fingers wrap around your wrist as it gently but firmly pushes you back.
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Dropping to your knees, you press your thumb against one of the veins going through the ground, feeling the warm pulse of blood go through. You follow the vein, the pulse growing louder and louder, stronger and stronger with every beat.
Continuing to follow it, you soon reach a thick mass of flesh, coils of muscle filled with the black, oozing blood. The thing spasms every few seconds, and you wince as you realize you’re listening to the beating of a heart.
The heart lies there, spasming and beating as you wonder what to do.
> You leave it
There’s no way you’re messing with whatever’s there. You’re just not willing to do it. You step back, moving away from the heart.
| 3 |
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You walk inside the tavern by yourself, feeling the weight of your Leu-filled wallet in your side pocket. You walk along, and immediately garner the attention of everyone in the bar. Your garb makes it immediately clear to anyone but the most ignorant or simply stupid of the peasants that you're a servant of Count Grey. The tavern quickly clears out, heading to their various homes, leaving only a few idiots too old and stubborn or young and cocky to realize staying near you is death.
You toss a crumpled note on the counter, looking up at the bar tender expectantly. Soon, you find yourself drinking a pint, a plate of chicken, boiled potatoes and cabbage in front of you. You smile, eating it up eagerly, downing the pint in a few gulps. You belch loudly, smiling as you find yourself now filled with food, warm and content.
"Where's the bathroom?" you ask, feeling the need to piss rising as your full bladder demands you act.
"Bathroom's broken. Go outside," the bar-tender replies.
You raise an eyebrow, tapping on your hat.
"Do you know who I am? Who I work for?" you ask.
"I do. If he shows up here, I'm as happy to show him the broken toilet as I am you."
You sigh, standing and walking outside into the alley. You unzip your trousers and pull out your dick, pissing onto the side of the old building.
Suddenly, the cold blade of a knife is pressed against your throat.
"Don't move," a deep voice whispers. "Hands in the air."
"Do you expect me to let go of my dick and piss on myself?" you ask, more annoyed than scared.
"Finish up," the voice says.
You finish pissing, popping your genitalia back in your trousers, buttoning it up, and slowly turn to face your attack. Two teens, barely fifteen by the looks of it, both with short blond hair, one skinny, on large and muscular, stare at you. The skinny one holds a pistol, while the big one holds the knife pressed against your throat.
"What's this about, gents? Revenge?" you ask, knowing just how many family's want your blood for taking their daughter's.
"What? We don't know you," the big one says.
"The wallet. Now," the skinny one says.
You pause, frowning.
"Are you seriously fucking telling me you've decided to mug me?" you ask, surprised.
"Why the fuck wouldn't we?" the big one asks, pushing you against the wall as the skinny one draws his own knife with his left hand, strolling forward to press the barrel against your temple.
"Wallet. Now," he says.
"Fucking idiots. You don't recognize the outfit, eh? I'm a fucking Ghoul, Count Grey's personal assistant."
The big one looks at the skinny one nervously.
"Maybe we should let him go," the big one asks.
"He's bluffing," the skinny one says, licking his lips. "Ghouls... ghouls are rotten, aren't they?"
"The sun's down, boys. Count Grey's due to wake..."
"Shut it! Wallet, now!" the skinny one commands.
> You attempt to negotiate
"Look, you take my wallet, Count Grey's going to feel disrespected. Best case scenario, he sends me out with a rifle to track you down and..."
"Shut it!" the skinny one says.
"Let's just go," the big one says.
"First, the wallet!" the skinny one says.
"Worst case, Count Grey comes after you personally. He'll..." you say, before you're interrupted by the skinny one pulling the trigger, covering the wall with your brain matter.
| 3 |
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Eyes fluttering open, you find yourself there in the Nightmare Realm again. You’re sprawled out on a soft, eerily warm ground. A dull, strange pulse that trembles through the ground. The ground's texture is unnerving as your fingertips run across it, closer to flesh than earth. You squint, making out thin veins spread out through the ground, pumping a black liquid through the flesh that stands in stark contrast to the brownish-red of the floor. You briefly look at yourself for any injury, but you don't see anything wrong, at least visibly. You're wearing a pair of simply cloth pajamas that hang off your pale, frail frame and some small, featureless blue slippers.
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In contrast to the dark floor there’s several chunks of bleached white bone about the size of a child’s head in the ground, sticking out like everyday rocks. You grab the nearest one cautiously, turning it over in your hand to reveal the bottom of it is covered with beetle-like creatures, which make a strangely human-like panting. Thin, long pink tongues extend from their mouths towards you, before you frantically shake them off the chunk of bone. Nervously, you toss the chunk of bone back to the ground.
You look around for anything useful, something to help you get out of this insane hellscape. Next to one of the trees, leaning against the gnarled black roots is a red, plastic Zippo lighter, seeming out of place in the whole world of nightmares. There’s a lake of black, unreflective liquid that you stare at, its waters thick and oil-like. Sitting next to it, far enough away from you that you’re not too scared, is a figure.
The figure looks like a badly deformed child, although its face is closer to that of a hairless rat, a long snout that extends past its face. You pause, noticing its eyes are a pair of black buttons, stitched straight into its sockets with red thread. Its limbs are thin and frail, and although it seems to be naked. Its skin is pale and leathery, hanging off it in patches to reveal the black flesh underneath. It holds in its hand a fishing rod, sitting there casually as if nothing was wrong. You wonder if it’ll act as a friend or foe. Sitting next to it is a black oil lantern, from which the only light in sight shines out, brightening the area.
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Dropping to your knees, you press your thumb against one of the veins going through the ground, feeling the warm pulse of blood go through. You follow the vein, the pulse growing louder and louder, stronger and stronger with every beat.
Continuing to follow it, you soon reach a thick mass of flesh, coils of muscle filled with the black, oozing blood. The thing spasms every few seconds, and you wince as you realize you’re listening to the beating of a heart.
The heart lies there, spasming and beating as you wonder what to do.
> You attempt to kill the heart
You take a deep breath, looking around before seeing a chunk of bone. You lift it up, shaking off the bugs that cling underneath, before ramming it into the heart. It bounces back, but you feel there’s some leeway, so you heave it back into the air before bringing it down. The heart bursts open as you drive the chunk into it, spraying you with the black bile-like blood as it covers your arms up to your elbow as you plunge your hands inside. It spasms one final time, spraying blood out, before you toss the chunk aside.
Listening to the silent night air, you hear the faint beating of other hearts, keeping the nightmare realm alive. There must be hundreds of them. There’s no way you’re killing this hellhole.
> Back
Eyes fluttering open, you find yourself there in the Nightmare Realm again. You’re sprawled out on a soft, eerily warm ground. A dull, strange pulse that trembles through the ground. The ground's texture is unnerving as your fingertips run across it, closer to flesh than earth. You squint, making out thin veins spread out through the ground, pumping a black liquid through the flesh that stands in stark contrast to the brownish-red of the floor. You briefly look at yourself for any injury, but you don't see anything wrong, at least visibly. You're wearing a pair of simply cloth pajamas that hang off your pale, frail frame and some small, featureless blue slippers.
Standing, you look around at the nightmare realm surrounding you. The sky is black and lifeless, not a single shining light to break the dull veil of oblivion that hangs over your head. You’re in the middle of a forest of jet black trees that spike out from the ground like pillars of obsidian, their trunks all charred and blackened by what you presume was fire. From the tree's branches hang red, glistening organs and chunks of flesh, blood dripping down from them. A length of rotting intestine, a split open stomach whose food has spilled out to the ground, a long strip of unidentifiable flesh, they all just hang their like some horrifying butcher’s display.
In contrast to the dark floor there’s several chunks of bleached white bone about the size of a child’s head in the ground, sticking out like everyday rocks. You grab the nearest one cautiously, turning it over in your hand to reveal the bottom of it is covered with beetle-like creatures, which make a strangely human-like panting. Thin, long pink tongues extend from their mouths towards you, before you frantically shake them off the chunk of bone. Nervously, you toss the chunk of bone back to the ground.
You look around for anything useful, something to help you get out of this insane hellscape. Next to one of the trees, leaning against the gnarled black roots is a red, plastic Zippo lighter, seeming out of place in the whole world of nightmares. There’s a lake of black, unreflective liquid that you stare at, its waters thick and oil-like. Sitting next to it, far enough away from you that you’re not too scared, is a figure.
The figure looks like a badly deformed child, although its face is closer to that of a hairless rat, a long snout that extends past its face. You pause, noticing its eyes are a pair of black buttons, stitched straight into its sockets with red thread. Its limbs are thin and frail, and although it seems to be naked. Its skin is pale and leathery, hanging off it in patches to reveal the black flesh underneath. It holds in its hand a fishing rod, sitting there casually as if nothing was wrong. You wonder if it’ll act as a friend or foe. Sitting next to it is a black oil lantern, from which the only light in sight shines out, brightening the area.
> You inspect the tree trunks
You head over to the black tree trunks, running a hand over the ash-covered trunk. Some of the ash rubs off, and you roll it between your fingertips. You notice that there’s several deep gouge marks in the tree, no doubt from some horrifying beast.
A drop of blood lands on your shoulder from the organs hanging above you, and you step back away from the tree.
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You turn, sprinting away as the vampires give chase. You have a clear shot through the main hall and out into the courtyard, where you can lock the heavy wooden doors and keep him locked inside. You could head through the lounge and into the armory to find something capable of killing these beasts. Finally, you could head down the small, spiraling staircase and lose them in the lower floors.
> You head downstairs
You turn, heading down to the staircase. Unfortunately, hurtling down a tight, steep staircase at breakneck speeds leads to you quickly slipping, tumbling face first down. You bounce off the steps, feeling your bones break, before your head lands awkwardly and your neck snaps like a twig.
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You walk into the room, and are immediately faced with a shocking scene. Count Grey kneels on the ground in the center of the pentagram, his face covered with blood. Viceroy Draven stands over him, his sword pointed at the older vampire's chest he smiles, looking at his prey. Viceroy Alexa stands to the side, leaning against the wall as she drinks from a crystal bottle filled with the scarlet blood of one of Count Grey's many victims. Viceroy Mihrab stands over his former master, his sharp fingernails pressed against Count Grey's neck, an ornately carved wooden stake in his hands.
In an instant, all four vampire's look at you, surprised.
"He escaped the wolves. Impressive," Viceroy Alexa says.
Viceroy Mihrab's eyes narrow, as he plunges the stake into Count Grey's hearts.
"Get him," he commands.
> You attack
You raise your rifle, firing at Viceroy Mihrab. He easily sidesteps with inhuman speed, as Viceroy Alexa and Viceroy Draven charge you. Draven is faster, swinging his sword. You manage to duck under it, feeling it hack at your scalp, before he kicks your legs away. Your smack into the hard, cold stone floor, as Alexa grabs your neck, quickly snapping it.
| 3 |
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You walk into the room, and are immediately faced with a shocking scene. Count Grey kneels on the ground in the center of the pentagram, his face covered with blood. Viceroy Draven stands over him, his sword pointed at the older vampire's chest he smiles, looking at his prey. Viceroy Alexa stands to the side, leaning against the wall as she drinks from a crystal bottle filled with the scarlet blood of one of Count Grey's many victims. Viceroy Mihrab stands over his former master, his sharp fingernails pressed against Count Grey's neck, an ornately carved wooden stake in his hands.
In an instant, all four vampire's look at you, surprised.
"He escaped the wolves. Impressive," Viceroy Alexa says.
Viceroy Mihrab's eyes narrow, as he plunges the stake into Count Grey's hearts.
"Get him," he commands.
> You surrender
You raise your hands, dropping to your knees as you put your hands behind your head.
"Please, have mercy," you beg.
Viceroy Alexa sprints up to you with a blur, stopping behind you as she pulls out a curved dagger.
"How... boring. How did you even survive here?" she asks.
With that, she slashes your throat open. You clutch at your bleeding throat, collapsing forward.
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"Come on, you shout," running towards the village.
Your hands push tree branches out of the way as you leave the path, almost tripping as your legs catch in the undergrowth, but manage to keep going. You stumble into the village, grabbing the corner of the house to steady yourself, as the werewolves charge into the village. Thankfully, a few peasants have been caught with their doors barely barricaded. The werewolves smash through hastily nailed planks and into the huts inside to devour a feast of flesh, bone, brains and organs. You hear horrified screams as the beasts get distracted and begin to tear apart the poor souls who have been left inside.
"Ah!" Mikhail screams, as one of the more focused hunters knocks him to the ground with its claw.
"Shit, Mikhail! Samuel, cover me!" Lucas says, skidding to a halt to help his brother.
> You leave them
You keep running, as Lucas swears loudly, cursing your name. You keep running, twisting your head back as you see the werewolf biting into Mikhail's throat. Lucas aims his gun, but clearly seeing the blood streaming from his throat, turns and follows you. As the werewolves are distracted with their prey, you continue sprinting towards the tower.
Unfortunately, you see one of the werewolves stand in the center of the village. It's larger than the others, its fur white and its eyes red. It stares at you for a second, before it lets out a powerful, booming howl. The other werewolves emerge from the buildings, blood matting their fur and dripping from their claws. The Alpha Male drops to all fours and begins sprinting away towards you, followed by the others.
"Shit! Shit! Shit!" Lucas says as he nears you, as you see the castle.
You sprint, the only noise being your heavy panting and the thudding of boots and clawed feet on the earth. You reach the castle, sprinting through the gates and past the carriages parked there. You see the portcullis' control wheel to your left, and the heavy wooden door to the keep to your right.
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You swing your fist, smashing into the side of the girl's head, as she crumples to her knees. She lets out a pained moan through her gag, and as blood trickles down the side of her face, her eyes fill with fear. You pull on her chain again and she follows. You quickly lead the two along the hallway, before up the stairs, into the "church". You hear Count Grey's dark, cold, emotionless voice from the main hall.
"Welcome, Viceroys. Did you decide to come together, or simply met on the road here?"
"Coincidence, my lord," another far deeper voice booms, one more filled with malice and hatred than Count Grey's.
"Good, good. Haygarth!" Count Grey shouts.
"Yes, yes master?" Haygarth's voice comes back from the stables.
"Come, fetch the Viceroy's coats!"
"Yes, yes sir!" Haygarth says, quickly hurrying to them.
You turn your attention back to the task at hand. In front of you in a large, open stone room. Groves cover the stone floor, making the shape of a large pentagram. Lucas' two prisoners are kneeling at two of the points of the pentagram chained to a loop in the stone to prevent them from moving, while Dasha lies at the third, her unconscious state meaning she doesn't need to be chained up.
"Come on," you say, raising your fist to threaten the second girl. You force her to kneel on the ground and chain her to the loop in the ground. You drag the first girl to the other, doing the same.
Mikhail and Lucas stand off to the side, watching them. Mikhail looks down, looking vaguely embarrassed at his part in this. Lucas, however, seems ecstatic. He walks forward, grinning as he draws his dagger.
"Oh boy, look at that!" he says, dropping to his knees in front of a girl. "Look at that. You see the pentagram? You see those deep, thick groves? I'm going to fill them with your blood. You like that? You ready?"
The girl frantically begins to struggle, as Lucas smiles. Lucas slices the girl's throat open, as blood pours out, flooding into the grove and running along. The girl gurgles as blood pours through her throat, and Lucas lets the head fall to the ground over the grove, letting the blood pour out into it.
"Mikhail, come on, we need this ready for the Viceroys and Count Grey!" he says.
"I am not a butcher," Mikhail says softly, as Lucas' eyes narrow.
"Don't fucking take the high road. You drugged every whore here, knowing it was all so we'd slit there throats here. You're as much a murderer as I am."
Mikhail looks to the ground, opening his mouth as if to say something, but closing it just as quickly.
"That's what I thought. Samuel, grab your knife, let's get to work."
> You let Lucas kill them all
You stare at Lucas wordlessly, who frowns. Lucas works to the next girl angrily, kicking her in the back of head to force her above the grove. He grabs her by the hair, holding her forward and quickly slashing her throat as the blood pours out. He walks to the next one, who at this point is frantically trying to escape. Lucas stabs her through the throat multiple times, as blood spurts to the ground.
"Watch them die, cowards. You choose for this to happen. Whether you want to actually hold the knife or watch, you're fucking monsters. We all are. At least, I'm proud of myself."
Lucas walks over the second last girl, putting the knife to her throat. The girl struggles desperately, but the chains stop her from resisting
"Lucas! Mikhail! Samuel! Come down here!" Count Grey asks. "Quickly!"
"We need to go," Mikhail says, quickly turning and heading towards the door.
Lucas shrugs, slicing open the girl's throat and letting her head fall and knock against the cold stone. He quickly hurries towards Count Grey, and you follow. You quickly hurry towards the main hall, walking down the spiraling stairs. Count Grey stands there, alongside his three Viceroys, and Haygarth rushing to put away coats.
Viceroy Draven is a tall, large man covered with heavy muscles. He has long, curly black hair, and instead of the black attire of the other three, wears steel plated armor covering him from the neck down, with a sword hanging by his side. From what you know, he's almost five hundred years, once being and most likely still remaining a formidable warrior. He looks at you, his eyes narrowing as he stares at you. He lets out a low, guttural growling at the sight of you, and even after years of work around Count Grey, the man manages to make you feel like little more than a blood bag.
The second, Viceroy Mihrab, is even older, almost as old as Count Grey. His skin seems unusually tight, a light brown in complex, his face sunken, his eyes lacking any emotion whatsoever. He wears dark attire, his eyes glancing in your direction away for a second, before peering away with disinterest. He doesn't appear to be armed, but with the long, sharp fingernails on his hand that at that length qualify as swords as well as long fangs, he doesn't need them.
The final Viceroy, Alexa, is the only woman of the group. She wears a black hooded cloak, her pale, scarred face underneath, with unnaturally long fangs even for one of her kind to halfway down towards her chin. She leans against the wall, looking at you without a single noise. She stares at you like a starved wolf. Something tells you that of all those there, she's the biggest threat.
"Yes, master?" Mikhail says, standing up straight.
"Werewolves spotted on Hangman's Trail," he says. "They're amassing. Perhaps for a strike."
You pause, and can hear the distant howls of what lies between monsters and men.
"We'll push them back, sir," Mikhail nods.
Mikhail turns away, and quickly begins heading to the armory. You follow, and you all quickly descend the stairs to the armory. You walk inside, grabbing a padded leather duster and slinging it over. You grab a rifle, as well as several magazines of silver bullets, popping them in a satchel that you put over your head.
Now suitably armed, you grab a lantern, walking out towards the main hall. The Vampires have left, no doubt to partake in some drinks, discuss future plans, before beginning the ritual and, imbued with a power that grows as the blood moan rises, slaughtering dozens of helpless villagers.
You walk out the hall doors, pushing the door open and entering the dark night. You walk along the earth, passing the gate, which for some reason has been left open, one of the Viceroy's carriages sitting under the raised portcullis.
"Should we move it so we can drop the portcullis?" you ask.
"And piss off Count Grey and whoever owns this carriage? No fucking chance," Lucas says.
As you leave and wander off into the trees. Soon, the only sound is the crunching of leaves under foot and your breathing.
"Control your breathing. Deep breaths. Watch your foot placement as well as the path in front of you. Avoid twigs and try leaves. We're trying to hunt, best be quiet about it," Lucas says. "The man's most definitely untrustworthy and cruel, but he knows how to hunt.
You take his advise, holding the lantern out to illuminate the path ahead. You see a shape move to your right, and stop, immediately twisting to aim.
"Contract, left side!" you whisper.
"Just a deer, stay focused!" Lucas whispers. "This is a fucking hunting trail, of course there's deer around!"
You keep moving, you gun raised in your one hand, propped in the crook of your shoulder to allow you to aim.
The beam of your light comes across a deer lying on the ground. It's belly has been ripped to shreds, entrails covering the earth around it and soaking it with bodily fluids. It's head, connected to its body by a few strands of sinew and muscle, lies in the grass at the edge of the path, two lifeless eyes staring towards the stars.
"It's fresh, look out!" Lucas growls, as you immediately turn. You see a form rush through the undergrowth, aiming at it, but it's gone before your finger can even tighten on the trigger.
A growling comes from the trees to your left, and you swing your rifle over to aim at the beast. They're faster than usual. They're not supposed to be this fast. It must be that fucking moon!
A howl comes from your right, and you drop your lantern to aim, catching a glance of blood-matted fur and a flash of white teeth. The beasts don't seem to bee going for the attack, rather endlessly circling, toying with you. None of you have even had the chance to fire a shot.
Suddenly you see one of them, basked in the red glow of the moon, dead in the center of the path. This one stands directly there, hunched over and staring at you, clearly not scared in the slightest. It's abnormally large, not even wearing the tattered remains of clothes, covered in patches of fur. it's head is malformed, it's jaws filled with teeth that barely fit in its mouth, crushed into somewhat of a snout. It's hungry eyes stare at you, as it lets out a low growl. It's trying to bait you into striking. Still, maybe this is the best chance you're getting.
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You hand over your wallet, giving them the finger as you do.
"Thanks," the skinny one smiles, grabbing it from your hand as he smacks you in the head with the gun, knocking you to the floor.
"What are you doing?" the big one asks. "We don't need to kill him! We got the wallet!"
You look up to see the barrel of the gun pointing directly at your head.
"You heard what he said. He's with the count. If we kill him now, the count won't come after us!" the skinny one knows. "He's seen our faces."
"He doesn't know our names," the big one says.
"I'm Lucas. That's Mikhail," the skinny one said.
"What the fuck!?" the big one, Mikhail replies.
"We have to kill him. Now even you'd agree to that," Lucas says.
"Always kill your prey. You don't want to let them come back and bite you in the throat," a voice says.
Count Grey steps from the shadows, his teeth curved in a grin, his fangs prominent. He grabs Lucas' gun arm, twisting it until Lucas drops the gun. Mikhail charges with a knife, but with a quick, well-planted punch to the chest sends him to the floor, badly winded. You stand up, grabbing the gun as well as drawing your own, pointing one at each of the thieves.
"What, are you some fucking cowboy with your guns? Shoot, come on!" Lucas says, even though his bottom lip is quivering.
"Tell me, Samuel. How did they manage to jump you?" Count Grey asks, tracing a finger down Lucas' nose.
"I was pissing," you admit.
"Hmmm... tell me, where is your family?" Count Grey asks, turning his attention to the teens.
"Dead," Lucas answers.
"Well then, you've shown balls, willingness to kill and the ability to ambush. Perhaps... Samuel, you were the one mugged. What happened? Were you behaving stupidly and ambushed by some lackluster fools, or are these two deserving of becoming ghouls?"
> You suggest you were unprepared and the teens are undeserving of becoming ghouls
"No. I was just unprepared," you say. "These thieves are nothing special."
"So be..." Count Grey says, before Mikhail grabs your leg, flipping you onto your back.
Count Grey steps back as he watches you struggle on the ground with Mikhail. Your guns bounce across the stones and land a few feet away, barely in arms reach. Lucas immediately goes for the guns, as Mikhail puts his hands around your throats and begins to strangle.
> You go for the gun
You reach for the gun, as both you and Lucas immediately grab it. You try to rip the gun from his hands, but Mikhail's massive, strong hands choke the life out of you. His hands crush your throat with it's powerful squeezing, and the life is wringed out of you as you desperately try to get one last breath. The world goes dark, as you let out a final croak.
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"No. I was just unprepared," you say. "These thieves are nothing special."
"So be..." Count Grey says, before Mikhail grabs your leg, flipping you onto your back.
Count Grey steps back as he watches you struggle on the ground with Mikhail. Your guns bounce across the stones and land a few feet away, barely in arms reach. Lucas immediately goes for the guns, as Mikhail puts his hands around your throats and begins to strangle.
> You focus on Mikhail
Your fingers immediately grab Mikhail's face, your thumbs going into his eyes as you begin to push your thumbs down to blind him. Mikhail releases his grip to grab your wrists and pull him away, before Lucas fires the gun. The bullet blows out the back of your head, staining the ground red.
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You quickly raise your gun, firing it. The gun bucks in your hands as the bullet tears through the air forward, blowing out the girl's heart. She collapses onto the ground, her head smacking into the cold stone and falling into the groove.
You stare at her face, recognizing Dasha, the sacrificial victim you kidnapped from earlier. Huh, she had survived. Must've gotten free of the chains. Did you even chain her up, or did you just leave her unconscious? Huh, doesn't matter. She's dead now.
> You head to the lower floors
You walk towards the door to the lower floors, unclicking the latch. Before you can pull it open, something slams into it, sending you flying across the ground and onto your ass with a painful thud. Standing there, clad in armor with long, wild flowing black hair and a face contorted by rage and anger.
"Yes! I thought I heard a gunshot! I was hoping for the cripple, but a ghoul will do!" he snarls, approaching.
The vampire charges forward with remarkable speed. You raise your gun quickly, firing. The bullet thuds into Draven's chest, but it fails to even slightly slow him down. He swings the sword as he leaps upon you, slicing through your muscle and sinew and separating your head from your body. His lips immediately wrap around your gaping neck hole as he drains you of your blood, your head rolling to the ground.
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You take a deep breath, bashing open the door with your shoulder, raising your rifle. Draven stands there, a sword in his hands and a grin on his face as he stands over a heavily injured Haygarth, who has been stripped naked and is covered in bruising and cuts.
"Don't you know how, freak? I said do it!" Draven shouts.
He swings his blade and smacks Haygarth in the side of the head with the flat of his blade, knocking Haygarth to the floor.
"Dance!" Draven laughs, before his eyes flicker to you. "Look who it is! One of Grey's ghouls and... I've no fucking idea who you are, but you look like a bleeder!"
Haygarth lets out a terrified yell as you aim your rifle, as Draven lets out a roar, sprinting towards you with insane speed, even faster than you've seen Count Grey sprint.
> You roll out of the way
You dive out of the way, as Draven flies just past you, swinging his sword. His sword slices into the back of your neck, not enough to seriously wound but enough to hurt like a bitch. He slams into the door behind you, grunting as he spins around. He wipes the blood from his broken nose as he stares at the two of you, before letting out a horrible laugh.
"Got too excited there, didn't I? Ha!" he smiles, twirling the sword around in his hands.
You look around desperately, for something, ANYTHING in the room to help you out. Dasha is just as in the cross-hairs as you are, and seems terrified. Haygarth is hiding behind a counter, unfocused and not thinking. Most of the horses are dead, having had their heads cleaved clean off. Still, there's three or four in the farther stables. There's two large, oil-filled lamps illuminating the hallways that could be used. Fire has a history of being effective with monsters. Finally, there's the old full lead solution. If you just duck, weave and fill the air with as much lead, or in this case silver, as possible to take out the vampire bastard, although silver bullets are more of a werewolf-killer.
> You get to the horses
You sprint towards the horses, your rifle held tightly in your hands as you run towards them. Draven charges ahead with a howl, kicking your leg away as you collapse onto the ground, laughing.
"Look at you try to run! Where are you trying to run to, little one?" he asks, before his eyes flicker to Dasha who goes for the door.
Draven runs ahead with an animalistic howl, slamming her into the door. He presses the sword to her throat, before throwing into the air and catching it once more.
"Ohh... this is everything! Savor the hunt!" he says. "Go! Try escape again! Or are you in a fighting mood?"
> You try for the horses again
You sprint towards the horses once more, as Draven pauses, raising an eyebrow as he strolls after you. You reach the horses, as Draven walks towards you. You unclasp the gate as the horses stand there.
"What... what was your plan?" he asks, looking genuinely confused. "Were you hoping to have the horses stampede me? Were you planning on riding one to safety?"
Draven twirls his sword, running it through you. You grunt in pain, blood dripping out your mouth as you collapse to your knees.
"I've had my fun. Goodnight, ghoul," he says.
You collapse forward onto your stomach, running the sword even further into you.
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You sprint towards the horses, your rifle held tightly in your hands as you run towards them. Draven charges ahead with a howl, kicking your leg away as you collapse onto the ground, laughing.
"Look at you try to run! Where are you trying to run to, little one?" he asks, before his eyes flicker to Dasha who goes for the door.
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"Ohh... this is everything! Savor the hunt!" he says. "Go! Try escape again! Or are you in a fighting mood?"
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You run towards the lamp, as Draven smiles.
"Running for the door now, are we?" he asks, mistaking your attempt to grab the lamp as an attempt to flee.
Draven yells and charges forward. He swings his sword as you run for the lamp, and the next thing you know, you feel the cold bite of steel on your neck. Your head flies through the air, and your body collapses to the straw-covered floor.
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"We need to go, now. They're probably already dead," you say.
"Yes, sir," Haygarth says. "We must prepare the coach."
Over the next few minutes, you board up whatever scrap wood you can over the carriage windows. Soon, you have what amounts to a massive, armored wooden box.
"You can fire out the slits, to protect the horses. Hopefully, they'll be fast enough to escape the beasts' claws."
Dasha climbs into the coach as Haygarth positions the reigns through the coach itself, so that he can control the horses without exposing himself.
"Make as much noise as possible, to draw the werewolf's attention to us instead of the horses," Haygarth says, as he climbs in the coach. "Now, open the stable doors."
You take a deep breath, unlatching the stable doors. You give them a hefty push open, as Haygarth yells at the horses to go. You run forward, grabbing onto the back of the coach and pulling yourself inside as Haygarth grabs the door and slams it shut behind you. You raise your rifle, pressing it to a firing shot and looking outside. The wolves are outside, as they prowl about the walls and the courtyard like a bad rabble, fighting over the bodies, both dead and living, of peasants, as well as searching for a way in. The big, albino one notices you, and lets out a loud, powerful howl, and the wolves charge.
> You target the nearing werewolves
You target the nearing werewolves, firing bullet after bullet. The silver bullets slam into the beasts as they howl, many collapsing and falling away. You keep them away from the coach, but not the horses. As you just make it past the castle gates and smashing past the viceroy's coach, the werewolves tear the horses apart as they neigh and whiny in terror as they're devoured by the eager wolves. You coach quickly slows down, slamming into a tree and stopping suddenly.
"Shit!" Dasha yells.
Shit. You need to act.
> You get out and run towards the nearest village
"Run!" you yell, kicking open the carriage door and leaping outside into the forest.
You sprint forward, as the werewolves reach the carriage. You hear Haygarth, simply too slow to flee, scream in pain. You keep running, before you feel your back breaking as the werewolf's claw smashed into your hack, the knife-like claws cutting through your leather duster and slashing through your flesh. You roll to the ground with a scream, as the werewolf leaps onto you, it's weight crushing you. It's wet saliva dripping onto your face, it howls at the moon in an act of triumph, before it lunges forward, biting deep into your throat.
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You target the nearing werewolves, firing bullet after bullet. The silver bullets slam into the beasts as they howl, many collapsing and falling away. You keep them away from the coach, but not the horses. As you just make it past the castle gates and smashing past the viceroy's coach, the werewolves tear the horses apart as they neigh and whiny in terror as they're devoured by the eager wolves. You coach quickly slows down, slamming into a tree and stopping suddenly.
"Shit!" Dasha yells.
Shit. You need to act.
> You defend the coach
You aim your rifle, firing repeatedly. You fire at the werewolves from the slit, bullets slamming into the fur-covered beasts. A claw slams into the coach, breaking through the side, its claws slashing at the air as you back step to avoid it. A claw tears a massive panel of wood off the side of the coach and you shove the barrel through the firing slit, firing at the creature's black, beady eyes. A claw smashes through the coach, grabbing you as it tears you from the coach, gripping you tightly. You're held in the air staring into the black eyes of the Alpha Werewolf, as it growls. The gun flies from your hands as you desperately reach for it, before the claw tightens, crushing your limbs. The werewolf's huge, tooth-filled jaws fly forward, its teeth grabbing into your throat and tearing it out, before it flings your bleeding body into a tree, killing you instantly.
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"Fine, we'll go to the Nazis."
Ant nods nervously as Mason winces.
"If... if you think so," Mason says.
You nod. The group begins to stand, and starts walking towards Herr Eichel's house.
"I'll... I'll stay here!" Kyle slurs, collapsing into the back of the pick-up truck.
Lucy shrugs, and continues leading the group out of the forest. The group drops the various empty cans among the shrubs as you emerge in yet another one of the bland, boring suburbs that make up Dawnwood. The sun's fallen, so Lucy brings out her phone and turns on the flashlight. She leads you to a house that looks identical to every single house on the street.
“Is this it?” you ask.
“Yeah,” Lucy says.
“Well. I expected swastika banners hanging from the roof or something.”
“The closest thing to a swastika here is the one on Carter’s dad’s arm.”
“Fuck you!” Carter says, “H-he’s not a naz-naz-nazi!”
“Yes he is, Carter.”
“We’re not arguing now. Quiet down, we don’t want to wake Herr Eichel. Ant, take Hazel ‘round back, there’s always an open window to the basement. We'll stay here. The ruckus of half a dozen kids 'round back would wake the Nazi," Mason says.
“Probably to air out the smell,” Becca says. “You know, of his victims.”
You begin to sweat nervously, and you follow Ant around the back. Like Mason said, the basement window is wide open. Ant looks at you, nodding.
"Uh... ladies first," he says nervously.
"Coward," you spit, before dropping to your knees.
You crawl forward on your hands and knees, turning around and sliding through the window. You wiggle, taking a good minute to squeeze through, before dropping into the darkness of the basement. You lose sight of everything, and are left in complete and utter darkness that even the light of the moon can not penetrate. You listen, and the silence is broken by the quiet yelp and thud of Ant falling through the window.
"Ssssh!" you hiss.
"Fine," Ant says.
You hear him fumble around in the darkness, before silence resumes. A tiny light flickers as Ant lights his cigarette lighter, his face being the only thing illuminated in the darkness. You draw your phone, turning on the flashlight, a more modern solution to the darkness. A workshop table is illuminated, with several... pieces of bone and flesh covering the tables.
"What the fuck...?" Ant says, stepping back. "It was only supposed to be a rumor. I was nervous, but I didn't actually... I..."
"What the hell is this place?"
"We need to get out of here," Ant hisses.
You stare at the table in pure horror. You turn your phone over, making out several more of these workshop tables covered in gristle and pieces of former victims. A large tool rack covered in blood stained knives, some deadly sharp, some serrated, some large enough to easily carve through bone as if through butter.
"Hazel, snap out of it!"
"OK, OK," you say, shaking your head. "I'll boost you out the window, you pull me up afterwards, got it?" you say.
Ant nods, and you hurry to the basement window. He puts his foot in your cupped hands and you give him a boost. He grabs the window frame, and begins to pull himself through the door. You push him as he wiggles through the door. It takes a good two minutes for him to squeeze back through, before turning to grab your hand.
"Come on, let's go!" you say.
You hear a creaking. You turn off your phone as a beam of light from an opening door bursts in.
"Hide!" Ant whisper loudly. "He's coming!"
You look around. In the darkness, you see only two eligible options for hiding place: Under the workshop table or behind the "tool" rack. Then again, you could always try to squeeze through the window, although even with Ant's help, Herr Eichel might get you first.
> You hide under the workshop
You drop to your knees and quickly crawl under the workshop, curling up as you wrap your arms around your knees and curl up in a ball, trying not to move or make a noise. You hear an old voice begin to hum as the stairs begin to creak.
"Muss i denn, Muss i denn, zum stadtele hinaus..." the old man sings. "...stadtele hinaus..."
You wince as you hear him draw near. You see his old, mud covered boots stomp down right next to you as he walks past.
"Und du, mein schatz, bleibst hier?" he sings, as you hear the clank of metal as he grabs a blade from the tool rack. "Wenn i komm', wenn i komm', wenn i wiedrum komm'..."
You wince as he stands at the end of the workshop, right by you. You hear the squelch as blades slicken as they slice through flesh. There's a thud right above you and you gasp, before another thud, before a thud and a crack as Herr Eichel breaks open a bone with a hammer. Herr Eichel stops, pausing for a second.
"Is there someone there?" he asks, his eery sing-song voice giving way to an elderly' grandfather's with a thick German accent. "I promise, if you come out now, there... won't be a problem."
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"Fine, we'll go to the Nazis."
Ant nods nervously as Mason winces.
"If... if you think so," Mason says.
You nod. The group begins to stand, and starts walking towards Herr Eichel's house.
"I'll... I'll stay here!" Kyle slurs, collapsing into the back of the pick-up truck.
Lucy shrugs, and continues leading the group out of the forest. The group drops the various empty cans among the shrubs as you emerge in yet another one of the bland, boring suburbs that make up Dawnwood. The sun's fallen, so Lucy brings out her phone and turns on the flashlight. She leads you to a house that looks identical to every single house on the street.
“Is this it?” you ask.
“Yeah,” Lucy says.
“Well. I expected swastika banners hanging from the roof or something.”
“The closest thing to a swastika here is the one on Carter’s dad’s arm.”
“Fuck you!” Carter says, “H-he’s not a naz-naz-nazi!”
“Yes he is, Carter.”
“We’re not arguing now. Quiet down, we don’t want to wake Herr Eichel. Ant, take Hazel ‘round back, there’s always an open window to the basement. We'll stay here. The ruckus of half a dozen kids 'round back would wake the Nazi," Mason says.
“Probably to air out the smell,” Becca says. “You know, of his victims.”
You begin to sweat nervously, and you follow Ant around the back. Like Mason said, the basement window is wide open. Ant looks at you, nodding.
"Uh... ladies first," he says nervously.
"Coward," you spit, before dropping to your knees.
You crawl forward on your hands and knees, turning around and sliding through the window. You wiggle, taking a good minute to squeeze through, before dropping into the darkness of the basement. You lose sight of everything, and are left in complete and utter darkness that even the light of the moon can not penetrate. You listen, and the silence is broken by the quiet yelp and thud of Ant falling through the window.
"Ssssh!" you hiss.
"Fine," Ant says.
You hear him fumble around in the darkness, before silence resumes. A tiny light flickers as Ant lights his cigarette lighter, his face being the only thing illuminated in the darkness. You draw your phone, turning on the flashlight, a more modern solution to the darkness. A workshop table is illuminated, with several... pieces of bone and flesh covering the tables.
"What the fuck...?" Ant says, stepping back. "It was only supposed to be a rumor. I was nervous, but I didn't actually... I..."
"What the hell is this place?"
"We need to get out of here," Ant hisses.
You stare at the table in pure horror. You turn your phone over, making out several more of these workshop tables covered in gristle and pieces of former victims. A large tool rack covered in blood stained knives, some deadly sharp, some serrated, some large enough to easily carve through bone as if through butter.
"Hazel, snap out of it!"
"OK, OK," you say, shaking your head. "I'll boost you out the window, you pull me up afterwards, got it?" you say.
Ant nods, and you hurry to the basement window. He puts his foot in your cupped hands and you give him a boost. He grabs the window frame, and begins to pull himself through the door. You push him as he wiggles through the door. It takes a good two minutes for him to squeeze back through, before turning to grab your hand.
"Come on, let's go!" you say.
You hear a creaking. You turn off your phone as a beam of light from an opening door bursts in.
"Hide!" Ant whisper loudly. "He's coming!"
You look around. In the darkness, you see only two eligible options for hiding place: Under the workshop table or behind the "tool" rack. Then again, you could always try to squeeze through the window, although even with Ant's help, Herr Eichel might get you first.
> You try to get out the window
You shake your head and jump up. Ant pulls desperately as you use your spare hand to pull yourself through the window. You wiggle as Ant pulls with all his strength. You slide through the window as your hear a sigh behind you. You turn your head, seeing Herr Eichel, an old, wrinkled man with metal spectacles and a balding head staring at you. You shriek when you see him and jump to his feet, grabbing Ant and pulling him after you. You run around to the front, where the rest of your friends are waiting.
"Let's go! Ant shouts, as you burst towards the woods.
You run through the trees, slowing down as you make reasonable distance from Herr Eichel's house.
"What the fuck happened?" Mason asks.
"Guts... flesh... cutting people up..." Ant asks.
"Shit. Did he see you?"
"He saw Hazel."
"That's OK. That's fine," Mason says.
"Do we go to the police?" you ask.
"Shit, no. W-we can't g-g-go to the p-police," Carter says. "Just l-leave an anon-anonymous tip."
Mason pulls out his phone and makes a brief call to 911, trying to disguise his voice all the while. After a few minutes of him trying to explain the situation, he ends the call.
"So... this might've been our bad."
"What?" you ask.
"So... the cops have been to Eichel's house many times before. He's not a murderer. He's a taxidermist, and he was probably cutting up an animal."
"That was definitely a person!" Ant says.
"It could've been a deer," you admit.
"What, so the police aren't coming?" Ant asks.
"I guess not."
"That's bullshit! I saw a person in there!" Ant yells.
"Well, you are more than a little drunk," Lucy says. "Hazel is too, and she said she it might'a been a deer."
"Well, I guess we just harassed an old man. Let's go back to Kyle, he's probably passed out in the back of a pick-up trucks," Mason says.
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"Cool," Mason grins, passing you the bottle of alcohol.
You take a long drink, downing much of the bottle. Ant is right, it does taste like piss. Still, you manage to gulp down half the can, before passing it on.
"Shit. The new girl can drink," Ant smiles.
You continue sitting around the campfire, which is really a lot closer to a glorified candle sitting in a pile of leaves. Mason grabs the bottle of vodka and sits down next to you and your heart flutters. A large part of you knows that this is just infatuation and a childhood crush, mixed in with a fair bit of hormonal lust, but still… he’s really, really cute. The others seem bored, with Kyle downing what seems like more than his weight in booze.
“Well, this is boring,” Lucy complains, tossing a bottle in the middle. “Let’s play spin the bottle.”
“No way!” Ant complains. “I’m the odd guy out. Kyle and Becca go together, you and Carter and then Mason and the new girl.”
You blush at that comment as Carter nods in agreement.
“I agree. I d-don’t w-want to play spin the bo-bottle,” Carter says.
Briefly glancing at the indifferent Mason, you feel a twinge of annoyance of all possibilities of spin the bottle disappears as Ant suggests a new game.
“Truth or Dare!” Ant suggests, to the groans of Kyle and Becca.
“Remember what happened last time?” Becca points out.
“That’s not fair! That wasn’t my fault! You should’ve protected your dad’s stuff. How was I do know that that painting was worth a fortune?”
“You shouldn’t have been drawing over paintings in the first place, Ant!”
“It wasn’t skin off your dad’s nose! That rich bastard can handle a loss! Jesus, we all know his ancestors made his money off the backs of Kyle’s ancestors!”
“Fuck you, Ant!” Kyle shouts, slurring from his drink.
“Gentlemen, gentlemen, calm down,” Mason says. “There ain’t no issues! We’re all friends here! I say a game of truth and dare would calm us all down.”
“Fine,” Becca says.
Mason downs the rest of his drink, and tosses the glass bottle in the middle. He drops to his knees and spins it, landing on Carter, who lies in the back of the pick-up.
“Truth or dare, Carter?”
“If I p-pick dare, will you… will you make me st-stand up?” Carter says lazily.
“Maybe,” Mason says slyly.
“Truth, t-then.”
Mason grins, glancing at him and Lucy.
“Have you ever kissed Lucy?” he asks.
“Nope. Sorry to disa-disa-disappoint.”
“Damn. I was certain,” Mason sighs, pulling out his wallet and tossing Kyle a crumpled bill. “You just cost me twenty bucks, Carter.”
Ant leans over, spinning the bottle. It slows to a stop, pointing off into the woods.
“Is that closer to Becca or Hazel?” he asks.
“Becca,” Carter says.
“Oh, fantastic. Truth or dare?”
“Truth.”
“Dammit, Becca. Fine, I’ll make this awkward. How far has Kyle got with you?”
“Shut up, Ant!” Becca hisses.
“Hey, you gotta answer!” Lucy says.
“Oh come on! That’s private!”
“We’re all friends here,” Mason says.
“Fine! We’ve… you know. Done it.”
“Respect, Kyle,” Ant smiles, holding back a giggle.
Becca goes red, grabbing the bottle and twirling it. Through pure luck or skill, it points directly at Ant.
“Shit,” Ant sighs.
“Truth or dare. I have a lot of embarrassing questions to ask.”
“Dare,” Ant grimaces.
“Well, you have a lot more balls than I though. You’ll suffer from it. I dare you to go into Herr Eichel’s basement.”
“No!” Ant replies.
“Come on, Becca! Herr Eichel’s tear out his throat if he caught him!” Lucy complains.
“Who’s Herr EIchel?” you ask.
“Oh, I’ll tell her. I’ve been practicing this story for my little brother,” Mason says, before clearing his throat. “During World War II, a young soldier rose through the ranks of the SS. He had a habit of hunting Jews and personally escorting them to the Camps. He would hunt men, women, children, and torture them all for information. He showed no mercy. Eventually, when the Russians invaded, he escaped by pretending to be a civilian, fleeing from Berlin to France to Britain to the US. He hid right here in Dawnwood, hunting down any Jews he could find. His name is Herr Eichel.”
“That’s the biggest load of shit!” Lucy complains. “Everyone knows that any Jew in Dawnwood would be scared off by Carter Sr. and his white power bullshit.”
“He doesn’t w-w-want white pow-power!” Carter says. “He wants white p-pride. There’s… a difference.”
“No there isn’t, Carter, now stop ruining the story. Where was I?” Mason asks.
“You just finished,” you point out.
“Oh. Well, now Herr Eichel’s going to kill Ant.”
“Becca, I’m sorry! Please change the dare!”
“Fine. You have to go into the Dead Man’s Barn and go up to the attic.”
“That’s even worse!” Ant complains.
“Nah, that ain’t bad,” Mason says. “Nazis are real and will kill you. Ghosts aren’t.”
You raise an eyebrow, and Mason smiles.
“OK, story time. Once, there was a Sheriff back in the Western times who used his power to wipe out any competition of the big ranchers of the town. One of the small time ranchers, Daniel Edwards, stood up and told the Sheriff he wouldn’t sell his farm to his competition despite threats. The Sheriff led a posse to bring him down, and Edwards tried to fight back. He killed two dozen men and took near a hundred bullets before he went down. They tortured him for a few days, even cutting his face wide open to give him... what'd ya call it, a Glasgow Grin. Eventually, you just hung him to finish him off. Rumor is he still haunts the barn where they strung him up. It’s a historical building so it can’t be torn down, so the owner just leaves it vacant.”
“I’m not going!”
“Don’t pussy out, Ant.”
“Will one of you go with me?” Ant pleads.
“Spin the bottle, and whoever it lands on has to go with you,” Lucy suggests. “I hope it’s Becca. That’d be ironic.”
“Sure,” Carter says. “Let’s do that.”
Ant thanks Lucy and spins the bottle. It wobbles and slows to a halt, pointing directly at you.
“Well, I guess Hazel’s going to Dead Man’s Barn,” Mason says.
“No, she can go to Herr Eichel’s if she wants. Eichel’s just an old, slow dude. The Dead Man’s a supernatural murderer,” Lucy says.
“Let Hazel pick,” Kyle says, trying to stand before stumbling and leaning back on the truck.
“Yeah. Go ahead Hazel. Ghost or Nazi.”
> You refuse to go
"I'm not going!" you proclaim loudly.
"Come on! You have to, it's a dare!" Lucy says.
"Don't p-p-pussy out on... us," Carter says.
"No, I'm not doing,"
There's a collective sigh from the group as you're hit by a barrage of complaints, sighs and insults, before the group settles down. You sit back onto the ground, noticing Mason has shied away from you slightly. Well shit. The group resumes their activities, which all consist of various ways of drinking.
> You keep drinking
You continue drinking and hours go past. The group constantly shifts positions, before Mason realizes something.
"Hey guys, where's Kyle?" he asks.
"I think he went to go pee," Lucy shrugs.
"When was that?"
"About an hour ago," Becca says.
"FUCK! Where the hell is Kyle?" he asks.
"R-r-remember last time we lost Kyle when he was drunk?"
"Oh dear God, he ended up pissing in my garden. He wasn't pissing into the garden. He was standing in the garden, pissing on my house," Becca says.
"We need to find him. Is anyone not sober enough to find this place again?" Mason says.
There's silence.
"Good. We'll split up and try find him. Ant, you head towards the Rotten Trees, Lucy, go towards our old tree house, Becca, towards the old drinking point, Carter, back towards town. Hazel, you're new here. There's a stream just over there," Mason says, pointing. "Just walk along there, and keep your phone on. If you can't find him, follow the stream back here."
You nod. Time to find Kyle.
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You sit down.
"So Hunter, how was school?"
"Good," Hunter mumbles.
"Hey, Dad..." you ask.
"Yes?"
Now's the perfect time to ask him whether you can go or not... or you can just sneak out later.
> You say "Can I go to a friend's house?"
"Hazel, it's your first day knowing these people. You don't know anyone here well enough to trust them," Dad says.
"OK," you say dejectedly, already planning how to sneak out.
You quickly eat most of your dinner before faking a stomach ache and disappearing into your room.
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You sit down.
"So Hunter, how was school?"
"Good," Hunter mumbles.
"Hey, Dad..." you ask.
"Yes?"
Now's the perfect time to ask him whether you can go or not... or you can just sneak out later.
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"Uh... OK," Dad replies.
You eat your dinner quietly, before faking a stomach ache and disappearing into your room.
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"Fine!" you sigh, as your brother gleefully snatches the remote and switches to the latest cartoon that's far too old for him.
You jump up from the couch, and grab your laptop, binge-watching Youtube until you hear Dad come through the door.
"Hello! I'm home!" he calls.
"Hey Dad!" you yell from the kitchen.
He walks in, smiling.
"You're not fighting. That's pretty impressive," he smiles, referring to you and your brother. "I'll put on dinner. We have chicken curry."
He begins to turn on the stove and start cooking.
"How was school, honey?"
> You say "OK."
"Well, honey, that's pretty good."
"Yeah, I guess."
You shrug and turn on your phone. After about an hour, Dad begins serving dinner.
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The rest of the school day is easy. You learn about the history of the town in History Class, the history teacher eagerly abandoning the notion of McCarthyism to explain what appears to be her favorite topic. Apparently, the town was once home to a large tribe of Native Americans, who were promptly wiped out by Colonists. The town rose to prominence due to its large number of cattle farms, before falling into obscurity as the modern age dawned. Eventually, it became the shithole it is today. After school, you take the bus home and say goodbye to your friends. Dad's still at work, so you collapse in front of the TV for a barrage of nearly identical Crime Shows. One features a team of guys who just kind of stereotype criminals, one features some guys who look at glowing stains, one features a guy who knows when you're lying and one features a modern day Sherlock Holmes.
Just as the team find a new bit of information about how the clown's car is full of some... particularly dirty stains, you hear the familiar whine.
"HAZEL! Can I watch TV!?!"
"No! I'm watching. Go play your games."
"But It's out battery!" he whines.
> You don't let him watch TV, for he is a whining, snivelling brat
"Screw off!" you say, flinging a cushion at Hunter.
"Fine!" Hunter shouts, storming off.
You continue watching your show (the clown was being blackmailed by the mother about his time in jail so she could get the insurance money), until eventually you hear the slamming door that signifies Dad's home.
"Hello! I'm home!" he calls.
"Hey Dad!" you yell.
He walks in, smiling. Immediately, Hunter starts to whine.
"Dad! Hazel won't let me watch TV!"
"Who was watching first?"
Hunter falls silence as you follow Dad into the kitchen.
"God, you're at each others throats," he smiles. "I'll put on dinner. We have chicken curry."
He begins to turn on the stove and start cooking.
"How was school, honey?"
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"Oh, good! Come on, let's go!"
You follow Dad to the car, and climb in the passenger seat. You don't even need to turn your head to know your brother's in the backseat, hearing the opening tune of Angry Birds: Stalin's Show Trials or whatever the fuck version they have now. You lie back in your seat and stare out the window as you go through the town. Eventually, you arrive at some shitty, greasy pizza joint, and get out of the car. You walk inside, and find yourself in a Chucky Cheese knock-off. You walk up to the counter and find yourself faced with a girl your age with long brown hair and a massive zit that looks like a red dot sight in the middle of her forehead.
"Hello, welcome to Pizza Corner, can I take your order?" she asks.
"Yeah, can we have a large Pepperoni Pizza and three Cokes?"
"Sure thing. Small, Medium or Large?"
"Medium."
The girl begins pouring the drinks as another, far prettier blond girl appears from the kitchen, holding a large piece of dough. She glances briefly at you, before grabbing a cloth with her spare hand and disappearing back again.
"So, are you new here?" the cashier asks.
"Yeah, I just moved in."
"I'm Lucy."
"I'm Hazel."
“Oh, really? Well, it’s a good town. You can’t find much work except in a dull pizza joint, but there ain’t much here to even spend the money on. Some old clothes stores and a cinema, and that’s about it.”
“Do you work here full time?”
“Jesus no. If I got to the point where I was working here full time I’d dip my head in the deep fat… well, I wouldn’t be happy. Im still in school.”
“What grade?”
“10th.”
“Oh, I’m starting there tomorrow. I guess I’ll see you there.”
“”Sure. If you want, I can always get you a job here. Becca, the blond girl, has literally done shit all since we started. She’s only working so her daddy an think she’s learning real-life experience and still feel justified buying whatever she…”
“I can hear you!” a voice calls out from the kitchen.
“I know, Becca, I’m getting a point across!”
Dad appears standing next to you, grinning.
"Look who's already making friends!" he smiles.
You roll your eyes.
"Yeah, sure. Let's just sit down," you say, pulling Dad towards a booth to sit in.
> Two Days Later...
The school is a shitty building filled with no good kids who are learning about geography and Shakespeare despite the fact that they’ll almost certainly end up in the shitty jobs that are needed to keep this town running. You walk through the doors, a backpack slung over your shoulder.
“OK, it’s not so bad,” you mutter, walking past a row of lockers down the hall. "I just have to find my classes and…”
“Hey, Hazel!” a voice cries.
You turn to find the familiar, zit stricken face of the pizza cashier, Lucy.
“Hey,” you reply.
“So, it’s your first day, huh? Do you know what classes you’re in?”
You search your pockets and pull out a crumpled class schedule, handing it to her.
“OK, we have the same Spanish, English, Math, History… you do Chemistry? Gay! That’s the hardest class!”
“Well other than that we seem to share a suspicious amount of classes.”
“Yeah, I talked to the principal and begged him to put you in my classes… it’s a tiny school, what do you think would happen? Of course we share most classes. Oh look, Carter’s here.”
You turn to see Carter, the kid from the day before, bounding over.
“I know,” you say. “We met the day before yesterday.”
“Y-yeah. How’ve y-you been?”
“Good.”
“Well, you made friends without me? I feel left out. Anyway, if you want, we can both show you around. Between the two of us, we should share pretty much every class.”
“Except Chem… Chemistry,” Carter points out.
“Yeah, you’re pretty much fucked for that, but that’s your problem. Now we have double Math and English, and Miss Loaves is genuinely the easiest Math teacher to have to deal with. She’s the only one who lets you get books from your locker when you forget them rather than giving a write-out or detention or just yelling for ten minutes. Come on, we’ll show you around.”
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You pick up your backpack again and walk up to your new room. It has a large wardrobe, a large double bed, a desk and chair and two dressers. You sit on the bed, taking out your laptop, and go on Facebook. Thankfully, the WiFi's already set up, so you can go on. You go down your Timeline, seeing all your friends having fun. Fiona had a party, Dan's now dating Leone and a bunch of other shit's going on that you wish you could take part in. You sigh, and continue flicking through pictures and posts. After an hour or two, Dad calls you down again. You close your laptop and go downstairs, finding Dad waiting there in the kitchen.
"Hey, sweetie. The house is pretty barren, so we're going to go out to eat and I'll pick up groceries in the morning. I saw a pizza place in town. Do you want to go?"
> You say "No."
"For God's sake, Haze! This isn't fair! You can't punish me forever because of the mood! I'm sick of this bitchy behavior! Now, get in the car!"
You follow Dad to the car, and climb in the passenger seat. You don't even need to turn your head to know your brother's in the backseat, hearing the opening tune of Angry Birds: Stalin's Show Trials or whatever the fuck version they have now. You lie back in your seat and stare out the window as you go through the town. Eventually, you arrive at some shitty, greasy pizza joint, and get out of the car. You walk inside, and find yourself in a Chucky Cheese knock-off. You walk up to the counter and find yourself faced with a girl your age with long brown hair and a massive zit that looks like a red dot sight in the middle of her forehead.
"Hello, welcome to Pizza Corner, can I take your order?" she asks.
"Yeah, can we have a large Pepperoni Pizza and three Cokes?"
"Sure thing. Small, Medium or Large?"
"Medium."
The girl begins pouring the drinks as another, far prettier blond girl appears from the kitchen, holding a large piece of dough. She glances briefly at you, before grabbing a cloth with her spare hand and disappearing back again.
"So, are you new here?" the cashier asks.
"Yeah, I just moved in."
"I'm Lucy."
"I'm Hazel."
“Oh, really? Well, it’s a good town. You can’t find much work except in a dull pizza joint, but there ain’t much here to even spend the money on. Some old clothes stores and a cinema, and that’s about it.”
“Do you work here full time?”
“Jesus no. If I got to the point where I was working here full time I’d dip my head in the deep fat… well, I wouldn’t be happy. Im still in school.”
“What grade?”
“10th.”
“Oh, I’m starting there tomorrow. I guess I’ll see you there.”
“”Sure. If you want, I can always get you a job here. Becca, the blond girl, has literally done shit all since we started. She’s only working so her daddy an think she’s learning real-life experience and still feel justified buying whatever she…”
“I can hear you!” a voice calls out from the kitchen.
“I know, Becca, I’m getting a point across!”
Dad appears standing next to you, grinning.
"Look who's already making friends!" he smiles.
You roll your eyes.
"Yeah, sure. Let's just sit down," you say, pulling Dad towards a booth to sit in.
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An hour later, you pull into Dawnbrook, and find you were far too optimistic. The town is a shitty series of low buildings. Hunter looks up from his Kindle briefly, before shrugging and looking back down. You pull up to one of the many, generic looking houses pulling into the driveway.You can already see faces peeking out from windows at the new arrivals. Dad opens the car door and lugs two suitcases up to the door and fishes through his pocket for his keys and opens the door.
"Here we are! Home!" he says cheerfully, obviously trying to raise his children's spirits.
You follow Dad inside, dropping your backpack on the floor.
"I'll begin unpacking, you guys can get settled in or go meet the neighbors or explore," Dad says.
> You go outside
You walk outside, and two snot-nosed, dirty kids with long, uncombed brown hair appear, staring blankly at you. They both have shoulder-length hair and wear mud-stained clothes, a boy and a girl.
"Who are you?" one asks as she begins to pick her nose.
"Hazel. I'm new here."
"Where you from?"
"New York."
"My dad says New York's only full of greedy Jews and angry Negroes."
"Jesus Christ, kid, maybe your dad's a prick," you say aghast, staring at the pair.
A tall boy who seems to be your age jogs over, grabbing the two children. He has short brown hair and wears shorts and a t-shirt, both of which are far too small for him, as well as an awkward smile that stares at you.
"Hi. S-S-Sorry if these t-two were bothering y-you. TJ, Emma, go b-b-back inside," the boy stutters.
The pair of kids shrug and run off. The boy extends a hand, which you grasp and shake.
"I'm Carter," he says, smiling.
"I'm Hazel."
"So, d-did you just-m-m-move in?"
"Yeah, I did."
"Cool. What g-grade are you i-in?"
"10th."
"Oh! Me too! W-when are you star... starting?"
"Day after tomorrow."
"Cool. I guess I'll s-see you then. It was a... a pleasure to meet you," he smiles.
Carter rushes after his siblings, and you watch as he jogs off. You hear Dad yell from your house, and turn to see him.
"Hey, sweetie. The house is pretty barren, so we're going to go out to eat and I'll pick up groceries in the morning. I saw a pizza place in town. Do you want to go?"
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You awaken in your bed, terrified and curled up in your blankets. You briefly wonder if you dreamed everything, but know that that's impossible. Your knee hurts where you scraped it, your window is still open, and you know your mind couldn't conjure up everything you saw last night.
"Honey? Are you OK?" Dad calls.
You pause, wondering if you should tell him, before realizing he'd never believe you.
"Yeah, I'm fine," you reply, wondering what you should do.
It's Saturday, so you could visit your friends and explain the situation. If you're more optimistic, you could go through the normal, legal means, although you're almost certain that will be complete and utter bullshit.
> You go through legal means
You take out your phone and make a call to the police department. You immediately reach the Sheriff, who answers. You quickly explain your situation, only to have him chide you.
"Now, Hazel, I get you're still scared after the last night, but you can't be calling the sheriff's office over a little nightmare!"
With that, he hangs up. What a cunt.
> You try again
You make another call, and get the police voicemail. You go through the normal bullshit, asking you what you want to report, and you notice there's not exactly a number to press for your complaint, and the "Other" button will lead you back to the Sheriff. The automated voice does tell you there's a police website where you can make an official report.
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You charge forward, swinging at the first man. You hit him with some force in the jaw, and he grabs your arm. He slaps you hard across the face, knocking you to the ground. The men grab you, and force you into the gurney. They strap your hands up my your head and your feet together, leaving you stretched out on the gurney. A ball gag is stuffed in your mouth and strapped tightly. You wince one off them puts surgical gloves on, before drawing a thermometer that's pushed into your ear. He checks it, before placing a cold hand on your stomach. He pushes gently, before squeezing.
"I'm right. Get the injections ready."
You shake and try to scream as one of the men takes out a needle that's almost comically large and sharp. He jabs it into your stomach and you scream into your gag and presses down, releasing the liquid into your stomach. You begin to tear up as he repeats the process with several more needles, and by the end your eyes are obscured with tears. He smiles at you through the ski mask, before another man arrives with a large burlap sack. He opens it, pulling out a small mammal like a rat or a ferret, and a large knife. You watch in horror as he slices the mammal's throat open, letting blood flow out onto your stomach. He tosses the carcass aside, and begins to use his fingers to draw various patterns along your belly as you wince and shake. He sighs, and slaps you hard across the face.
"Stop shaking," he says, before turning to one of the other men. "Tomorrow night."
He finishes drawing his patterns, before taking out a small black notebook. He begins to read from it in an insane language you don't understand, like the spluttering of a madman. The pain in your stomach intensifies greatly as you let out a petrified scream as you feel yourself being torn apart. Finally, he stops, as does the pain.
"Ah, good. Get the chloroform and untie her. Then, bring the kids back from their walk."
They free you from your straps, and you notice the door's still open.
> You stay still
You stay still, as one of them takes out a large rag and a glass bottle. He soaks the rag, before holding it to your mouth. You try not to breath, but after about a minute you take a gasp for breath, inhaling the fumes.
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When you wake up six hours later, you panic. You're lying in a rusted, iron cage, surrounded by pitch darkness. You stand slowly, finding yourself in the middle of the woods. You look around desperately for a way out, but it seems you're stuck in here. The wind blows through the trees, rustling leaves and giving you a cold chill as you realize you're in your underwear. You look around, spotting a large RV next to the cage. Two figures step out and begin walking towards you. They both wear ski masks, hoodies and baggy black pants, with one carrying a doctor's bag. A third appears, pushing a gurney towards you. You scream for help and back away to the back of the cage. One of them steps forward and unlocks the cage door, and they enter the cage.
"Hands behind your head, don't move," one of the figures said.
> You make a run for the door
You run towards the gate, but the men are faster and bigger then you. The men grab you, and force you into the gurney. They strap your hands up my your head and your feet together, leaving you stretched out on the gurney. A ball gag is stuffed in your mouth and strapped tightly. You wince one off them puts surgical gloves on, before drawing a thermometer that's pushed into your ear. He checks it, before placing a cold hand on your stomach. He pushes gently, before squeezing.
"I'm right. Get the injections ready."
You shake and try to scream as one of the men takes out a needle that's almost comically large and sharp. He jabs it into your stomach and you scream into your gag and presses down, releasing the liquid into your stomach. You begin to tear up as he repeats the process with several more needles, and by the end your eyes are obscured with tears. He smiles at you through the ski mask, before another man arrives with a large burlap sack. He opens it, pulling out a small mammal like a rat or a ferret, and a large knife. You watch in horror as he slices the mammal's throat open, letting blood flow out onto your stomach. He tosses the carcass aside, and begins to use his fingers to draw various patterns along your belly as you wince and shake. He sighs, and slaps you hard across the face.
"Stop shaking," he says, before turning to one of the other men. "Tomorrow night."
He finishes drawing his patterns, before taking out a small black notebook. He begins to read from it in an insane language you don't understand, like the spluttering of a madman. The pain in your stomach intensifies greatly as you let out a petrified scream as you feel yourself being torn apart. Finally, he stops, as does the pain.
"Ah, good. Get the chloroform and untie her. Then, bring the kids back from their walk."
They free you from your straps, and you notice the door's still open.
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The ride home is long and quiet. Dad can clearly tell you don't want to talk, so he leaves you alone. Eventually, you pull into the driveway.
"I've told your teacher you won't be coming in today. Go upstairs and have a shower, you can have the day to relax. I'm staying home to look after you today."
You nod, and walk inside. You pull off your mud-covered shoes, and walk upstairs, leaving a trail of muddy water behind you. You walk into the bathroom, and slowly get undressed. You unbutton and pull off your jeans, then step out of your underwater. You pull off your jumper, than your shirt. As you go to unclasp your bra, you freeze as you notice yourself in the mirror. One of the strange, alien symbols you saw covering the cave walls above the disgusting, shuddering, skinless bodies, is carved into your stomach, just below your belly button. You shriek, and you hear Dad call up to you.
"Hazel? Are you OK?"
> You say "There's... Something carved into me!"
"What?"
"There's... just come here!"
Dad quickly comes up as you grab a pair of towels to cover yourself. Dad knocks on the door.
"Can I come in?"
"Yeah," you reply.
Dad enters, and winces as he sees your wound.
"God... what happened?"
"I think someone carved it into me while I was sleeping," you say.
"Don't be ridiculous!" he says. "You must've fell and cut yourself last night."
Over the next few minutes, Dad bandages up your wound.
"Good. It's a very shallow wound, you'll be fine. Now, go shower."
You nod, and walk off to the shower, frustrated at Dad's naivety.
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You sprint as fast as you can, the rush of adrenaline overtaking you as you mind fixes on its one and only purpose: SURVIVE! With several bounds you manage to make it to the cavern, barreling down the cave. The beast stops just before it would've gotten itself stuck in the opening, and stares at you. There's no emotion behind the crimson pools that stare at you like giant rubies without their sparkle, only pure, animalistic hunger. You turn, and begin heading further into the cave. You walk down into the larger cavern. You pull out your phone and turn on the flashlight and only now learn its purpose. The entire cavern seems to have turned into what is a massive animal den. The tattered furs and skins of creatures ranging from rabbits to deer to even bears lie around, with an endless number of deep red stains and piles of crushed and shattered animal bones. You whimper at the sight of this, before noticing what looks like man-made creations. Wooden idols and necklaces lie, spread around the cavern, while under the bloodstains that cover the walls you notice images, with a large oak staff lying among them. You lean in to get a better look, noticing pictures of stickmen surrounding what appears to be a badly painted picture of the beast that chased you. The pictures continue, beginning to tell a story. There's images of the beast massacring stickmen, before you see a picture a tall stickmen wearing several necklaces like the ones scattered around the floor holding a large staff standing in front of the beast. The next picture shows the beast retreating. You stare in confusion, trying to make out what the other images obscured by blood show. You give up, looking around again. Then you see it. At the other end of the cavern stands the beast. You only notice now that the cavern's ceiling is partially caved away, revealing a path for the beast to enter. It's slowly approaching, although now that you've been noticed it's sure to speed up.
> You run back the way you came
You turn, and sprint back towards the opening. You dart through it, although you know the beast has your scent. With your head start, you might make it back to town, although you could head down the smaller tunnel to escape the beast.
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You walk alongside the stream, your shoes squelching in the wet mud. You walk along to the drier earth, but they're already ruined.
"Fuck," you sigh, walking along. "Kyle! Kyle! Are you there?!?"
You hear what sounds like twigs breaking behind you, and quickly twirl around. Must've been your imagination. You continue walking along the stream.
"Kyle! Kyle! I don't care how drunk you are, do something! I'm getting sick of looking for you!"
You hear the rustle as leaves as the wind picks up, and what was earlier a hot, humid night is now turning bitterly cold, as the light that the moon was provided dims considerably. For the first time, you realize that you're walking in the middle of a place you've never been, late at night, with no one around. You consider turning around and heading back, but you know if Kyle's passed out somewhere, you need to find him.
"Hello!" you call.
Your voice carries out across the trees. Then, the silence resumes. There's a silence so deadly quiet it's painful. There's no birds, no small mammals scurrying among the trees or undergrowth, not even a cricket. You take deep breaths in an attempt to calm yourself down, before you here a low growl. You turn around, flicking your head around desperately to find the source of the noise, desperately wanting to run but not knowing which direction to do so.
"Kyle? Is that you?" you whimper.
The growl stops, and the silence resumes. You stand perfectly still, not wanting to disturb whatever's out there. Then, it lets out a roar. The roar's incredibly loud and you scream in pain as the sound like shattering glass as concrete scrapes against each other. You feel pure, unadulterated terror, which is amplified when you spot the beast.
The Beast stands on four legs, the shape of a bear but the size of a large truck, covered in thick fur that's so dark it consumes what little moonlight makes it through the trees. It's eyes are pure red, the all-consuming crimson of fresh blood that peer through your eyes and bore into your soul. As it roars, it revels a mouth filled with hundreds of teeth the size of daggers, pure white and sharp enough to drill through solid steel. It stands, blocking the route back towards your friends. You need to do something, now.
> You stay perfectly still
You stand perfectly still, hoping its vision is based on movement. It lets out a rumbling growl that shakes you to your core. As you wince in terror, it charges. It sprints towards you faster than a truck, and barrels into you. Your bones break and crack as you're sent spiraling through the air. You land in a heap by the soft mud by the stream and let out a shriek as your limbs twist at incredible angles that they're definitely not meant to go. The creature walks slowly towards you, and you try to crawl away but find yourself unable to move. You see the flash of the beast's teeth and a spurt of crimson before it finishes off its prey.
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"Please... I don't want to die."
"I didn't either, kid. It ain't so bad. Tell your grandparents I said "Fuck you.", ok?"
"Please!" you say, breaking into a sob.
"HEY! Mason shouts from outside. "Are you OK in there?"
You feel cold metal touch your throat.
"Tell him you're fine, darlin'."
> You ask Mason for help
"Mason! I...!"
The cold metal of a blade slices open your throat as before you can get out another word as cold steel mingles with hot blood.
"Dumb bitch."
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You drop to your knees and quickly crawl behind the tool rack, curling up as you wrap your arms around your knees and curl up in a ball, trying not to move or make a noise. You hear an old voice begin to hum as the stairs begin to creak.
"Muss i denn, Muss i denn, zum stadtele hinaus..." the old man sings. "...stadtele hinaus..."
You wince as you hear him draw near.
"Und du, mein schatz, bleibst hier?" he sings, as you hear the clank of metal as he grabs a blade from the tool rack, right in front of you. "Wenn i komm', wenn i komm', wenn i wiedrum komm'..."
You let out a sigh of relief as he walks away, heading to the workshop. You hear the squelch as blades slicken as they slice through flesh. There's a thud and you gasp, before another thud, before a thud and a crack as Herr Eichel breaks open a bone with a hammer. Herr Eichel stops, pausing for a second.
"Is there someone there?" he asks, his eery sing-song voice giving way to an elderly' grandfather's with a thick German accent. "I promise, if you come out now, there... won't be a problem."
> You reveal yourself
You slowly leave your hiding spot, and are faced with Herr Eichel. His face is gaunt and haggard, wrinkles covering everything that was once smooth. His hair is all but gone, a few snow white pieces clinging onto his scalp. With how weak and feeble he looks, you're impressed he can stand. A pair of wire frame glasses sit on his nose as he looks you over.
"Hello," he says in a thick German accent. "I am Mr Eichel."
"I know."
"Ah, so you've heard of me. Tell me, what are the current rumors. Am I said to be the assistant to Josef Mengele? The personal aid of Adolf Hitler? A camp doctor as the Concentration Camp?"
You stare at him in silence.
"Well, the rumors are completely untrue. I am simply an immigrant and a taxidermist. I came here when I was a boy. Sure, I served my country during the war in the Werhmacht, but I surrendered first chance I got. It's simple fear of foreigners that makes children think I'm so terrible boogeyman, not any real facts. Shall I escort you to the front door?"
You nod, and follow him up the stairs. He walks you through an old, dust covered house, stopping at the front door to open it for you.
"I warn you, my dear, that if you and your friends break into my house again I will be calling the Sheriff. And tell... give me a sec, my vision isn't great... Mason, Rebecca, Anthony and Carter that there's better things to waste your time on then bothering old men. Quite ironic that Carter's here to see a nazi with the family he has... Now, please leave me alone to my work, dear."
You nod, and run out towards the trees. You find the group, with Mason standing terrified, waiting for you.
"What happened? Why'd he just let you go? Carter says he was carving up a body!"
"He said he's just an old immigrant and a taxidermist, and to leave him alone or he'd call the sheriff."
"He was cutting up a person!" Ant shrieks.
"That was probably a deer!" Lucy says. "You're drunk as fuck, Ant."
"It was a person," Ant says, stubbornly.
"Well, we probably just annoyed an old man. Let's get the fuck out of here and go find Kyle."
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You sit in the shotgun seat of a carriage with Haygarth at the reins. It's been a long journey. You have to venture to meet with King Ferdinand I in order to arrange taxation laws and other things you haven't been educated well enough to understand. You're finally entering the territory under Count Grey's control, staring out at the village you're entering as the sun falls in the distance.
"Stop here," you say. "I want to grab a bite to eat."
"We must be home soon!" Haygarth says. "Count Grey's in the back, he might wake up soon. Sun's almost gone."
You're hungry, thirsty and you've been traveling for the past three days. There's no way in hell you're going back to the castle for Haygarth to cook up his famous soup, which you're certain he's literally shitting in.
> You force Haygath to stop
"Haygarth," you snarl, drawing a pistol from your side. "If you really want me to pistol-whip you into submission, I'm willing to do so."
Haygarth sighs, before nodding.
"Fine, fine, but be quick about it!"
The carriage pulls in alongside a tavern, as you look to Haygarth, who looks fairly pathetic as he attempts to cover his mishapen form.
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“I can’t do it,” you say, dropping the knife and let it collapse on the ground.
“Do you really want to make that choice?” Count Grey asks, baring his fangs. They remind you of long, curved thin ivory daggers, ready to strike at any given moment
“Yes,” you say.
“So be it,” he says. “You’ve shown courage by refusing an order. Perhaps you’re braver than expected. Fine, follow me. Lock the cell door behind you.”
You breath out a sigh of relief, closing the door and locking it with a twist of the key. You follow Count Grey along the hall. Soon, you find yourself in front of a large, wooden door. Haygarth has forbidden you from entering, which only mean that you had one less room to clean. Count Grey pulls a short, silver key from his pocket. He opens the door, revealing a massive storage room. The room is filled with cabinets and shelving units. They’re all filled with crystal bottles, filled with a scarlet red ichor.
“This castle was built to withstand a siege. It’s storerooms could keep a force here going for years with wheat, potatoes, salted meats and more, as well as small gardens. Unfortunately, I require a more… delicate solution to avoid starving.”
You look at the endless bottles of blood, wondering how many lives were given to fill them.
“It’s quite hard to successfully bottle blood. Let alone hard hard it is to get it from the victim without a needle and a few hours.”
“You want me to kill people and bottle their blood?” you gulp. “Are you willing to do that?”
> No
“I thought not. You’re a virgin, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” you say, raising an eyebrow.
“Then I think you will fill a few bottles,” Count Grey says.
Count Grey bursts forward, grabbing you by the neck and twisting it. His fangs fly forward, stabbing through your neck. You gasp as your blood fills his mouth. The last sensation you feel is your bleeding neck wound being pressed against the rim of an empty glass bottle.
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The coach enters the castle gate, as you climb off the coach. Haygarth lowers the portcullis, as you go to the back to open the coach. The girl sits there, staring at you in terror.
"Get out," you command.
The girl nods, crawling ahead as she gets out of the coach. You grab her by the wrist, leading her along to the coach. She doesn't talk, seemingly in shock. She doesn't say a word, instead staring at you in terror. You wonder if you should try to converse, to calm her, or keep unemotional and professional about this issue.
> You do your job without talking
You keep walking, as the girl stays compliant. She does actually smell quite strongly of perfume. You lead her quickly to the castle's dungeons. You drag her down the stairs, before leading her into a prison cell. You lock the cell door, staring at her from behind the bars. She stares blankly ahead, leaning against the wall and sliding down to lean against it, her nightgown now covered in mud and dirt.
You leave her there, now secured, and end up heading to bed for a few hours sleep before Count Grey arrives back.
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"Uh... the... the fi..." you stutter, tripping over your words as the vampire growls.
"Have I found myself with another fool, a boy with the mind of a mule?" the vampire says, his long, gleaning white fangs, the corners of his mouth still red with your blood. "I've had a year out of you. Perhaps it's best to finish you off now."
Count Grey slowly walks forward, snarling as his fangs poke out, looking like huge spears.
> You run
You turn quickly, sprinting away as the vampire bursts forward, knocking your leg away and sending you tumbling forward. You smash into the ground as the vampire strikes, landing atop your fragile body.. He grabs your neck, holding your head high to expose your neck. His mouth immediately shoots forward, biting into your neck as he begins to drain you of your life force. You gasp as your blood is drained, before he stands, leaving your dead body on the ground.
| 2 |
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You sit in the shotgun seat of the coach, as Haygarth continues spurring the horses forward. You're entering the village of Nitchidorf, with Count Grey resting in the back. The carriage's wheels roll into the village, stopping as you enter the village limits.
"Go open the doors for the Count," Haygarth says.
You nod, quickly hopping off the carriage. You run to the back of the carriage, opening it as the tall, gaunt Vampire steps out, tilting his head to stare down at you.
"Follow," he commands.
He begins walking along the street, staring at each of the houses.
"We must find you a little... playmate," Count Grey says, looking at the houses.
He sniffs the air, staring at the houses. His eyes flicker to you, filling you with dread as he licks his lips, still stained with bits of your crimson ichor, looking hungry.
"Ye-yes, master," you say, nervously.
The vampire stares at you for a second, before looking away. He seems impatient.
"Yes... I can smell two prominent ones. Tell me, Samuel, what do you think? There's a young one who smells freshly bathed and lemongrass perfume, or one that smells of fresh dough and... terror sweat. It appears the latter one can see us. Which is it, Samuel?"
> The second girl
"Uh... the... the se..." you stutter, tripping over your words as the vampire growls.
"Have I found myself with another fool, a boy with the mind of a mule?" the vampire says, his long, gleaning white fangs, the corners of his mouth still red with your blood. "I've had a year out of you. Perhaps it's best to finish you off now."
Count Grey slowly walks forward, snarling as his fangs poke out, looking like huge spears.
| 5 |
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You scuttle forward for the gun, grabbing it. You aim it at the vampire, grabbing the trigger and pulling it tightly.
The gun explodes, sending you falling back with the recoil and smacking into the wall with a painful thud. The vampire roars as buckshot slams into his back. He grabs your father by the head, twisting with inhuman speed as your hear a painful snap. Then, he turns, staring at you. He snarls, walking forward quickly. You reach for the gun again, but he steps on your hand as you yelp in pain.
"You dare shoot me? I have lived millennia, you think you'll be the one to end my life?" the hunter snarls, before laughing, a horrible, terrifying noise. "You have balls, little one."
You stare at the monster in front of you, trying to stare him, but you see nothing but hate and unquenching thirst behind his eyes.
"Yes... I see strength in you. Potential. I have an offer for you, as the newfound man of the house. Join me. Let me take you on as my... apprentice. As my servant. As my slave. As whatever I need you to be. In exchange for your servitude, I offer you not only your life, but the life of your mother and sisters."
You stare at the monster, whose eyes narrow as he waits for you answer.
> You refuse
"No," you say.
"No?" the vampire asks. "You have more balls than I thought. You're courageous. Too courageous. Can't have you getting brave and trying to get revenge for your peasant father some day."
With that, the vampire grabs your head, quickly twisting it with unnatural speed, nearly tearing your head off before you can even blink in reaction.
| 4 |
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"So what do we do?" Becca asks.
"Call the State Troopers."
"Are you sure that'll work?"
"I don't know," you admit. "Just... it's worth a try."
You ring the number, and immediately get an automated voice in your ear. You wait as they go through the numbers, before you hear a shout.
"HANDS UP!" a voice screams.
You turn, and see Sheriff Buckly walking out from the trees.
"Jesus fucking Christ, Alison suggested I track your phones, but I told her it'd be insane for you to use it after I told you I had the equipment to track it. Jesus Christ. Come on, girls. I'm taking you back to camp. I'm going to hurt you, hurt you so, so bad for what you did to Louis."
> You surrender
Apocalypse
You raise your hands and drop your knife. Sheriff Buckly binds your hands with rope and ties a rag around your eyes as a blindfold, before marching you both off back towards camp. You walk for several minutes, before you're dragged within earshot of your friends, who let out disappointed groans and swears at your capture. Then, your blindfold is torn off. A large circle of stones lies, each stained with a drop of blood. Standing around the circle are the five remaining cultists. Standing around them are a half dozen monster-children that make you want to vomit, the failed attempts at rearing a Key Bearer. They're so deformed, so mutated, they barely qualify as children. One is missing both it's arms, replaced with long, thin, slimy tentacles like pasta. A second is missing most of its face, a gaping hole in its place filled with tiny, wiggling tentacles from the walls, back, roof and floor of the mouth. A third looks like a cute, perfectly normal girl of around four years old, except her mouth hangs open and her eyes are completely black. Another, one of the worst, looks like a cross between a schoolgirl, a fetus and an octopus, and stands wiggling. Still, that's nothing compared to what sits in the middle of the circle. Sitting in the middle, wiggling, is your child. The Key-Bearer is the size of a cat, and is nothing but a seething mass of tentacles that whip around, seemingly drawing lines of purple lightning around itself in the symbol that was carved into you.
"Ah, you're here!" Doctor Kessel says eagerly. "I wanted you to see this!"
"You're insane!"
"I don't care! Now, we begin!"
The Key-Bearer speeds up, painting the symbol across the very fabric of reality. The ground begins to crumble away, turning in pure blackness. Suddenly, there's a flash, and the portal opens.
Then, it begins.
| 3 |
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OK, you need to act fast, before the cultists do whatever they're planning.you could call the police. Although Sheriff Buckly is one of the only cops in town, if you called the State Troopers, there's a good chance they'd be able to arrive and clear this place out.
You could also sneak back to the trucks and steal some of the weapons that Drake brought, and force a confrontation and end this.
Then again, you know where the location of Drake's keys are for the RV. You know the RV's highly explosive, and with that you could easily disrupt the ritual and do a lot more.
Then, there are the more... dangerous solutions. You could use the Dead Man. That terrifying spirit no doubt has some rage toward the town locals such as the cultists. Perhaps he could be bartered with.
> You steal weapons from Drake's truck and confront the cultists
"We need to get the weapons in Drake's truck. We get them and use the advantage of surprise to fend off the rest of the group."
Becca nods with determination, and you swivel around in the darkness, heading back towards the truck. As you head towards the camp, you can hear the sound of Sheriff Buckly berating Lucy.
"You fucking bitch! Louis was a good friend of mine!"
You sneak forward, staying low and moving as quickly as you can, avoiding stepping on anything that would make noise and disturb the cultists. Eventually, you reach the pick-up truck, Drake''s lifeless body lying alongside it. You lean in through the window, grabbing one of the large revolvers Drake brought. You pull it out, pulling the hammer back and flicking the safety off. Thankfully, many years of FPS games have given you some help in this. You take a deep breath, and stand, aiming your weapon at Sheriff Buckly. He turns, and grins.
"Hiya. Why don't you just drop the weapon, darlin'?"
"Fuck you."
Yuo fire your revolver, but the hollow click eats into your soul as you realize it's empty. Lucy fires her gun, and realizes it's the same thing.
"Taking the ammo from the guns was one of the first things I did. I'm the only one who gets to have a gun."
He grins, raising his gun, and fires, the bullet embedding itself in your skull.
| 3 |
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| 7 | false |
"So what's our plan?"
"The Dead Man."
"What? The ghost?"
"Yeah. We could use him."
"Ghosts aren't real, Hazel. Maybe you should sit down."
"I saw him."
"Ghosts aren't..."
"Becca, our friends have been kidnapped by demon-summoning cultists, and you don't belief in ghosts at the moment?"
"I... I guess."
"Yeah. Let's go pay him a visit."
You turn and lead Becca off towards the Dead Man's Barn. After about five minutes of jogging, you reach the empty field that's brightened in the moonlight, with the large, old abandoned barn standing there.
"Come on!" you say.
You reach the barn, and begin prying plywood out of the way. You pause, remembering the Dead Man's hatred of Becca, pause.
"I'll go inside alone," you say.
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah," you say.
Becca shrugs, pulling the plywood out of the way and clambering inside. You are immediately engulfed in darkness. The soft rustle of the grass ceases as the entire barn is filled with a silence. Then, a whistle breaks out. The Dead Man begins whistling a slow, soft tune, the only thing that breaks the silence. Each note is mixed with the wet squelching you heard the last time. You see him leaning on a large wooden beam, his long, cut open grin staring back at you. The whistling stops as shadows seem to enrapture him. He disappears from his position leaning on the beam, and you feel hot breath on the back of your neck.
"I didn't think you'd come around here, darlin'. I was certain you'd be smarter," you hear him whisper from directly behind you.
A gloved hand begins to stroke your hair as you feel a metal blade press against your throat.
"No bother. I won't mind cutting you up a little."
"Wait! I want to make a deal with you!"
The blade stops and twists so that the flat of the blade is rubbing your neck.
"Alright... you bought yourself a minute. Explain."
"I want to help you get revenge."
"No you don't.You want something that coincides with me getting my revenge. What?"
"I need Mrs Jordan, Alison, Sheriff Buckly and Doctor Kessel."
"Alison. What's her last name."
"Parker."
"Oh yeah, Parker... Damn right I want my revenge. But it seems you're far more desperate than I am."
"I..."
"I want something. The Montgomery girl."
"What?"
"I want you to bring me her."
"I don't have her. She left..."
The Dead Man smiles as his grin is elongated once again because of the cuts as a wave of blood spills down his cheeks. He leans forward, running a hand against your cheek and down your neck.
"Bring me the girl... and I will help you kill every last person you want dead."
> You lie and escape while claiming to be luring Becca in
"OK. I'll go get her."
"Oh, I can't let you leave until you Becca's here."
"She's not going to come wander into the darkness just because I'm calling. I need to go out there personally."
"...Hmm... Alright. Go get her."
You nod, and head out of the barn slowly. Each step you expect to feel the steel blade slicing through you, but you keep walking, trying to appear calm and collected. You reach the ray of moonlight, and climb out of the barn, finding Becca.
"What happened?"
"We... we need to go. Come on."
You grab Becca's arm and quickly pull her quickly away from barn, heading back into the field.
"What happened there?"
"It doesn't matter. Just make sure to never go inside that barn."
"What do we do now? How will we rescue our friends?"
"I had a few more ideas."
| 3 |
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You wait until he's closer, take a deep breath, feel the adrenaline coursing through your veins, and charge. You turn around the counter and in a single bound reach him. His eyes widen in panic before you stab your blade, slicing through skin and flesh, straight through the neck. You pull your blade out and stab again, and again, until his neck is nothing but a hunk of meat that falls to the floor, blood spilling into a puddle on the floor. You stand over him as he dies, watching as the life goes out of his eyes. As a result of an adrenaline rush and primal instincts taking over, you try not to focus on the pathetic, dying man in front of you, and head to the door. You open it to a crack, peering out. Mason, Kyle, Carter and Ant sit in the rusted cage, with Sheriff Buckly watching over them. Mrs Jordan and Alison are placing blood-stained stones in a circle. Doctor Kesel stands with something cradled in his arms, although it's too dark for you to see.
> You pick them off one by one
"We need to attack," you whisper. "What?" Lucy asks in surprise. "They have a gun!" "It's dark, we can sneak up on the sheriff and take him out with our knives, and get the gun. Then, we stop this and free our friends." Lucy nods, and you edge out of the door, heading towards Sheriff Buckly. You stay low, immersed in the darkness. You slowly edge forward, before you're less than a dozen feet away from him. Then, Sheriff Buckly turns, noticing you. "Ah, shit..." he sighs, raising his gun.
> You charge him
You charge forward, slashing your knife. Sheriff Buckly backs up with a yelp, firing randomly. Although he's firing without thinking or aiming, the amount of lead he puts in the air makes it sure that one finds it's way through your skull, killing you instantly.
| 2 |
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| 7 | false |
"We need to attack," you whisper. "What?" Lucy asks in surprise. "They have a gun!" "It's dark, we can sneak up on the sheriff and take him out with our knives, and get the gun. Then, we stop this and free our friends." Lucy nods, and you edge out of the door, heading towards Sheriff Buckly. You stay low, immersed in the darkness. You slowly edge forward, before you're less than a dozen feet away from him. Then, Sheriff Buckly turns, noticing you. "Ah, shit..." he sighs, raising his gun.
> You run
"They're escaping!" Sheriff Buckly roars at his allies.
You break into a sprint, heading away from the camp. You manage to make it to the trees, but you hear gunfire behind you. You turn your head slightly, seeing a spurt off blood go from the back of Lucy's leg as she collapses forward, skidding along the earth to a halt. Becca makes it to the trees next to you and stops.
"Shit, do we go back?" she asks in a terrified panic.
You look back. In the darkness, you might be able to get to Lucy and help her disappear into the trees. If you both reach the tree line, it'll be almost impossible for Sheriff Buckly to track you.
| 2 |
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| 2 | false |
You jump up and grab the bottom as the elevator doors snap shut behind you. You hold on for dear life as you hear the building shake from Hyde destroying yet another load bearing pillar no doubt. The elevator is shaking as well which does concern you since if it suddenly starts to drop, you’re going to be in a BAD position! As you dangle high above, you look down and see the elevator doors you came through being smashed through. Hyde sticks his head in first, then his massive body, and looks up, he sees you.
“DIE WOLF!”
His single mindedness on your death causes him to start digging his massive fingers in the shaft walls to climb after you! To make matters worse the elevator has just stopped, you hear Jack cursing above you. As you look up you notice a service panel on the bottom of the elevator. You could either open and go through that, or attempt to leap to the emergency ladder.
> You go through the panel
As soon as you open up the panel, you feel a boot to the head. This wouldn’t be able to stop you, but the pistol with silver bullets does. After kicking you in the head, Jack unloads six silvers into your head killing you instantly before your body drops down the elevator shaft, hitting Mr. Hyde and then bouncing off him and continuing to fall until it crashes to the bottom.
| 3 |
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| 11 | false |
You don’t think you just act and dive face first in the floor and roll attempting to avoid whatever Mr. Hyde has just thrown at you. The only problem is, he didn’t throw anything; in fact he’s still trying to squeeze through the corridor that’s just a bit too small for him. Meanwhile you were rolling on the floor; Jack nipped inside the elevator and closed the door!
“SONOFABITCH!” You shout and quickly pry the doors open with all your might, but the elevator is already on its way up. Fortunately there is an emergency ladder on the side you can still use, or if you want to risk it the elevator has only just started to ascend, you could grab on to the bottom of it and take it up.
> You take the ladder
You start climbing the ladder as quickly as you can, its not quick enough though. Hyde eventually bashes the elevator doors open and squeezes into the shaft, upon seeing you on the ladder he climbs up the shaft by digging his massive fingers into the walls. He climbs high enough to grab you off the ladder and squeeze the life out of you until you explode into a mass of blood like a bloated tick.
| 5 |
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| 7 | false |
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