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V6 BKA/BDA Voting: May 2017
A bit under two days left to get your votes in!

V6 BKA/BDA Voting: May 2017
Welcome to the eighth round of V6's Best Kill and Best Death Award contest voting! We start off with a reminder of the rules:

Votes will remain hidden until the voting is done.

Votes are made anonymously, so you'll need to log out of your account and post as a guest.

You may not vote for yourself for either award.

Votes must come with reasoning, or they will not be counted.

As a reminder on points of courtesy: please be sure to read every kill and death before voting, please vote for your genuine favorites rather than just voting for your friends, and please don't campaign for awards in the chat or otherwise try to influence the vote.

Maxim Kehlenbrink, for killing Vanessa Stone
Brendan Harte, for killing Jaime Schanbacher
Matt Moradi, for killing Ben Lichter
Matt Moradi, for killing Aiden Slattery

Slam, for the death of Vanessa Stone
decoy73, for the death of Jaime Schanbacher
Malloon, for the death of Ben Lichter
D/N, for the death of Aiden Slattery

Voting will run for five days, with the winners being declared in the following announcement.

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This is Where I'll Stand When the Flood Comes
He continued looking down at the sound, ignoring Matt’s ridiculous question. Something as trivial as whether he was hungry or not was so far removed from what they were doing, what Matt was saying, what Nate was feeling.

He thought back to Alvaro. Alvaro, he’d realised, had lost something during this, and maybe that’s why he acted the way he did. Whether that was what had set him off, Nate would never know, but he’d come to terms with it, as much as he didn't want to. Alvaro had changed, just like Nancy no doubt had too, and just like so many people must have by now.

Had Matt changed? He must have, if he could act like this, but it wasn’t the same. Matt wasn’t doing it out of fear, or whatever Alvaro’s motivation had been. If he was afraid, he was hiding it too well.

Nate couldn’t understand how someone could be so cold. This time, he knew that he didn’t want to.

He brought his head up. Even if Matt had his back turned, Nate wanted to face him when he replied.

“Are you going to kill me?”

He wanted to see, for sure, if this was really the person Matt had become.

This is Where I'll Stand When the Flood Comes
He thought he knew Matt. Yeah, they’d only hung out briefly at the start of this, but he was someone who hadn’t tried to rob or kill him. That had to mean something in the midst of it all, surely.

How naïve that was, Nate was realising.

“Why do you want to be a winner like that?”

He was looking down at the sand now, neither of them looking at each other. He wasn’t sure that he’d be able to look Matt in the eye, even if it was what he wanted.

“Don’t you care that all our friends are dead? What’s the point of being the last one alive, just to say that you were? What’s waiting for you?”

He bit down on his lower lip, trembling but not crying. The emotions he’d managed to supress for the past few days were creeping up on him, but he wasn’t ready to break down again. It was too hard to keep doing that, even if it all managed to keep getting the better of him.

"I never thought you were a loser, anyway."

Whether he knew Matt or not, that was still true.

This is Where I'll Stand When the Flood Comes
Matt’s words resounded with Nate. Not the question, or even the dismissal: those were more things that went unheard. What came right before it was what stuck with him.

Maybe he was going to win?

He stared at Matt. Stared for a good few moments. Then he did something he hadn’t done in a long time, something he didn’t think he’d ever do again.

He laughed.

It was short, harsh, and abrupt, but it was a laugh. He wasn’t smiling, nor did he feel any joy: it was a laugh born from absurdity.


He clawed his fingers into the sand, gritting his teeth as a tightness pulled in his chest. His breathing was growing shallow, rapid.

“That…being the one who goes home. You call that winning?”

Going home, as everyone you knew and cared about lay dead behind you.

“Why would I want to win, Matt? Why would anyone want to win, and live after this?!”

This is Where I'll Stand When the Flood Comes
There was a drawn out silence, as Nate continued trying to think. The sand felt gritty beneath his palms, and the sound of the ocean groaned behind him. The once relaxing sensations now were an unwanted distraction, that made a hard process that much harder.

His body felt tense and uncomfortable, not just from the days of exertion without rest. Everything about the situation just felt wrong, just like it had from the very beginning. Even in his thoughtless state, what he had thought had been a respite from it all had really just been a mask. He’d never forgotten what was happening, even if he couldn’t acknowledge it anymore.

Looking at Matt was just making him feel sick. Of course he looked wrong, he’d transformed into a killer since their last meeting, but it wasn’t that. Someone he recognised, if barely, was grounding him, and he was finding himself pulled between delirium and reality in a horribly disorienting ride.

The most recent question he’d been asking himself when he was still thinking, to no end, managed to come forth:

“Why aren’t I dead yet?”

This is Where I'll Stand When the Flood Comes
More words from Matt, continuing to fall on deaf ears. The gears in Nate’s brain were fighting against all the noise, all the debris, all the horrible mess in his mind, to actually respond.

“Matt.” Nate finally whispered in recognition, barely more than a whimper. He continued to stare at him, mouth agape. The sound of his voice has been the only clue, everything else about the figure seemed fuzzy. The blood, the weapon, the attitude; it didn’t mean much of anything.

“Where did… what was…who…?”

Attempts at questions, utterly failing. Coherent sentences were gone, but he wasn’t even aware what he was trying to ask to begin with. It was some holdover from earlier in this nightmare, back when they’d first been separated, where he’d imagined their happy reunion. Like echoes.

“Matt.” He repeated, turning away from the ocean and onto his palms and knees, staring up at someone he wanted so desperately to talk to.

This is Where I'll Stand When the Flood Comes
He could hear footsteps on the sand behind him, but he couldn’t process them. He would’ve completely ignored Matt, had he not called out his name.

When Nate heard that, he turned around, slowly. Not surprised, just a reflexive response to being called.

He recognised Matt, but at the same time couldn’t. He was someone he’d spent a while looking for, or at least thinking about looking for. Someone he had wanted to apologise to for leaving when the guns were firing, even if Matt had left before him. Someone else he’d left behind during all this. None of that meant much to Nate right now.

His mouth opened, but only slightly. There were no words.

This is Where I'll Stand When the Flood Comes
((Nate Turner continued from Where Will You Stand When the Flood Comes?))

The coastline again.

Nate was cradling his legs, sitting on the sand, looking out at the water. The sound of the tide brushing against the land was soothing.

He'd left Hazel and Jordan, just like he left everybody. He hadn't said anything, just like the other times. He'd abandoned people, just like he always did.

He might have pondered what the point of it was, why he'd acted so terrible to the people who tried to treat him well, had he any energy left. The truth of it, though, was that Nate was moving without thought. No words, no emotion, nothing. A lost shell of a boy walking to his death.

He could hear birds, as he watched the sun reflect off the ocean and its swelling waves.

V6 Rolling List
  1. Serena Waters (Seth Crimson)
  2. Min-jae Parker (backslash)
  3. Matthew Moradi (Privyet)
  4. Keith Bauer (bacon)
  5. Kimiko Kao (Deamon)
  6. Raina Rose (backslash)
  7. Asuka Takahara (Zetsumodernista)
  8. Lili Williams (CrossbowPig)
  9. Cass Prince (dmboogie)
  10. Penelope Fitzgerald (VoltTurtle)
  11. Hazel Jung (Ruggahissy)
  12. Bryony Adams (Pippin)
  13. Caedyn Miller (Empress Plush)
  14. Bart Cappotelli (Aura)
  15. Jasmine Reed (Ciel)
  16. Dorothy Shelley (Lore)
  17. Fiyori Senay (Bikriki)
  18. Blair Moore (Espi)
  19. Tyler Yazzie (Empress Plush)
  20. Jonathan Gulley (ToxieTheToxicAvenger)
  21. Alice Baker (Espi)
  22. Johnny McKay (Bikriki*)
  23. Scout Pfeiffer (Ciel)
  24. Alessio Rigano (RC)
  25. Candice Banks (Somersault)
  26. Coleen Reagan (MK Kilmarnock)
  27. Sandra Dyer (CondorTalon)
  28. Nate Turner (Slamexo)
  29. Vincenzo/a Gatti (Namira)
  30. Alba Reyes (Laurels)
  31. Brendan Harte (Primrosette)
  32. Jordan Green (Randomness)
  33. Aiden Slattery (D/N)
  34. Emma Luz (KamiKaze)
  35. Olivia Fischer (Maraoone)
  36. Clarice Halwood (Violent-Medic)
  37. Melanie Beckett (Iceblock)

General Video Game Discussion Thread
Morgana's a boy?!

(it's not a spoiler if you found out through casual pronoun use)

V6 Seventh Announcement
She's dead, Jim.

This Nearly Was Mine
He was still coming, she hadn’t stopped him. She hadn’t thought it would stop him, but it should have stopped him. This wasn’t supposed to be happening. It was happening too fast, too suddenly, and it wasn't supposed to be happening.

She tried to push herself back again, still trying to get away, but he was already on top of her. She winced under his foot on her chest, trying to twist him away, to free herself, but he was too heavy. The sun was hanging behind his face, blinding her when she tried to stare up at him. She tried to bring her bad arm up to shield herself, only to fail at that too.

Through gritted teeth, she started to whimper in the brief moment she had left. She wanted to beg, to plead. Anything to get away.

But she wasn’t going to go out like that.


It was the last thing she screamed, as the hammer crashed down on her skull and caved it in.


This Nearly Was Mine
He was too close, she wasn’t far enough. She ground her teeth against each other as she realised that she was royally fucked.

Running wasn’t an option, and there was no way she could get her leg out of her bag in time, not with her arm like this and him right there. She flipped onto her back, pushing herself with her good arm and trying her hardest not to yell out from the pain in the bad one. The best she could stop at was a harsh grunt, as the blood spread out from her shoulder.

She looked up at Maxim, staring him in the face. She didn’t dare look scared, channelled all her adrenaline into righteous anger. Her blazing stare could’ve pierced a bulkhead, even as the sweat ran down her face.

“Fuckin' bastard!” she yelled, maintaining her eye contact as she grasped with her functioning hand for anything that could help. She saw the hammer he was holding in his hand, knew what it was for. Kept focusing on looking furious, rather than terrified.

She couldn’t grasp anything. She couldn’t find her balance to get up and run. She couldn’t do anything that would give her the upper hand.

So she did the only thing she could think of, and spat right in his face.

This Nearly Was Mine
Vanessa turned back when she saw that there was no-one there, a sense of dread filing her as she realised she’d fallen for a ruse, but it was far too late.

The arrow caught her in her shoulder, boring deep into the flesh and sending her crashing to the floor. There was that sickly moment where she was just staring at Maxim, bow still in his hands, wandering what the hell had just happened. It didn't last long enough.

She didn’t scream, she just stared at him, mouth agape, eyes pulled back in panic. A horrible burning feeling was searing through her shoulder, but that had been shoved aside by the presence in front of her. As that sickly moment passed, thoughts raced in.

Run. Get out of there. Get away from him.

She tried to do just that, scrambling around on her one good arm and stumbling up to her feet. Barely a second later she was falling back down again, as her foot caught in the mangled debris spread about the remains of the room. She went down hard, getting tangled between her limbs, the arrow sticking out, and the heavy daypack weighing down on her. She tried to recover, get back up and keep running, but she wasn't moving fast enough.

She could hear his footsteps approaching.

This Nearly Was Mine
"Wait, what?"

This Nearly Was Mine
Vanessa’s face lit up.

Finally, someone knew Alessio! Someone fumbling with a weapon who was creepy as hell, but still!

His own question did make it just a bit awkward, though. Her face fell again, but not completely. It was a strange expression, caught between excitement and uncertainty.

“I just want to talk to him.” She finally responded. It wasn’t a lie, and for all she knew it might’ve been the whole truth. It wasn’t what she wanted, what she wanted was to let Cams rest in peace, but doubts about her intent had been gnawing away at her since talking to Kimiko. What a bitch.

She folded her arms in a defensive manner, trying to steel herself and her resolve. “He did kill my best friend, so, you know.”

Saying it hadn’t helped as much as she’d hoped.

“Can you just, like, give me some directions, if you know where he is? Or just, something to help me pick him out? Distinctive features, that kind of shit.”

This Nearly Was Mine
“Yeah, I’m good…”

Was this guy, though?

There was definitely something off about him, sort of like how Nancy was when she’d first met her, way back on the first day. Not panicky scared, but definitely off, and definitely armed.

She stood where she was, gripping the strap of her daypack as she eyed up Maxim. Some smouldered pages crunched under her foot as she shifted her weight, interrupting the tense silence. Something in the back of her head was voting against getting too chummy with Maxim.

Better to get right to the point, then.

“You seen Alessio anywhere? Alessio Rigano?”

This Nearly Was Mine
((Vanessa Stone continued from Keep Cam and Carry On))

Another day, another lot of nothing.

Yeah, more people were dead, but that was really starting to lose all impact. Kind of a suck way fo looking at it, but it was the truth. Kaitlyn had bit the dust too, and it had been a surprise, but she had to keep moving forward. Alessio was still kicking, after all, and that’s what mattered. It’d be pretty stupid if she’d spent all this time looking for a corpse, after all.

Vanessa’s travels had led her to the cindered ruins of the library, its smoky ashes standing out even against the rest of the island. Whoever had done this must’ve really hated books.

She let out a half-hearted snort. Her wisecracks were starting to feel pretty wasted with no-one to hear them.

As she rounded a corner, weaving through the remains of the bookshelves out of sheer boredom, she chanced across Maxim. She froze for a moment, taking her measure of him. He wasn’t someone she recognised, which meant she didn’t know what he’d been up to. Meeting Kimiko had been a lesson on what that could mean.

“Heeeeey.” she trawled out, keeping a distance as her eyes glanced at the bow and arrow sitting in Maxim’s hands. Whatever, she wasn’t here to pick a fight.

V6 BDA Voting Thread #7
Here is the voting thread for Jeremy Frasier's BDA quote. Voting will run for three days.

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