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Her finger pulled back on the trigger a few more times, each more frantic. It was quickly apparent the gun wasn’t going to be a part of the equation and he was still coming at her like a speeding train.

Fine! I can beat him without the gun! I can still win.

With a shriek of frustration she hurled the gun at him and shoved her hand past the zipper of her duffle bag in as fast as she could. Her hand found something immediately and she saw it was a familiar spherical object with a purple sticker on the front. Mara knew what it was.

Joey was nearly baring down on her with some crazy looking, giant crochet needles. Before he could get a hit she swung her bag at him and fell backwards.

She fell back onto the grass. Mara was unhurt, but all that was in her hand now was the pin without a grenade. She watched as purple clouds of smoke rapidly unfurled from their confinement. The violet smoke was soon everywhere, kept down in place by the trees and plants. The bag was gone, probably in the smoke somewhere. The entire scene of the park and the island were rapidly being erased and replaced with swathes of purple. She looked up and was able to see Joey for one more moment before he disappeared behind the veil of smoke.

Introduction Thread

Welcome welcome, Heartless Monkey! I'm Ruggahissy, one of da mods. You can tell because of the purple name. I welcome you heartily to our site and encourage you to PM me or any other purple names with questions concerns and queries. As in the post above you check out all the links MurderWeasel posted and feel free to stop by the SOTF IRC chat linked on the front page sandwiched between Artist's Alley and Mafia to say hi to everyone.

V4 Read-A-Thon: The Reboot

I finished Fiona Sparki

I'd actually already read a bit of Fiona at the time of v4 because I was in two threads with her with my Mimi adoption, Autumn.

I didn't do the whole shebang thing I sometimes do where I go back and read through all the pre game for this one, sorry >_> .

Fiona is fine. She's a Chelsea character which means she inherently has a lot of charm, but I feel like this is one of hers were she coasts on that a bit. Personal nitpick here and something that totally plagued v4, but another character who gets a lot of descriptors for her instead of a pronoun or her name. "The cheerleader" "the pudgy cheerleader" "the cheerful rocker chick." Nik Kronwall is also a big victim of this. I have no idea why this was such an epidemic at the time, but I'm glad it's gone.

Fiona is an alright character, mostly a support one and for roughly half her runtime she's supporting Nik Kronwall. I like their dynamic. He's take charge and she's laid back, on the occasions she wants to interject she mostly doesn't because she is afraid he'll leave her which he inevitably does by dying. Post-Nik she ends up with Garrett and Jeremy and I was happy to see Jeremy for a second. It's a shame she didn't stay with him. Brief interlude to watch my kid die and then has some pleasant chats with Raidon before kicking it at the hands of a very excellent Aaron Hughes.

While she's serviceable as support, I can't recommend Fiona on her own. There's nothing terribly wrong with her with the slight exception that she's VERY into killing and violence sometimes, commenting that axing people is badass and that the blood on her weapon looks cool. The violent streak is pretty random considering most of the time she's a cheerful optimist. Maybe it's a way to cope, but that's never really expanded on if it is. While there's nothing super wrong with her there is also nothing terribly interesting about the character. The concept is unusual, but nothing spectacular is ever done with it. I think she would have done much better if she'd found a group and stayed there. Chelsea can do well even when not giving it 100% though, and it's pretty clear that this one wasn't her baby.


The park was their cage now and the foliage the bars. She tried to keep as open an eye and ear as possible while she weaved carefully around the trees and bushes. Mike’s gun was held in her tingling hands. Each crunchy footstep in the grass was amplified by a thousand and she wondered if it was as loud to others as it was to her.

She breathed deeply and swept an errant piece of hair behind her ear. Just as she did she saw a figure pass by the trees twenty feet away or so. It was no breeze or wild animal. There was no doubt in her mind what it was. Mara strode with purpose towards the movement. Without the plants and the distance it was clear that it wasn’t Hansel or Zubin.

Mara bit her lip and hoisted the gun. She tracked him carefully with her finger on the trigger. A wave of cold swept through her. Did he even know she was there? She was going to gun him down like a deer. Mara remembered the look he'd given her while she was in mid-breakdown.

"Hey….sorry" she offered, soberly.

She pulled the trigger, but nothing happened. Just like a boy to let you down when you needed him most. Thanks, Mike.

Hi everyone!

So if you've hung out with me in chat for any number of time you probably know that I'm super into donating blood. It's a great way to give back and it doesn't cost you anything. Kilmarnock and I do it a lot.

I recently downloaded the Red Cross Blood app for my phone and you can join clubs or teams and keep track of how much your particular team gives. I was wondering if anyone would want to join me if I made an SOTF RP blood team as like a community philanthropy project!


- Americans only since it's an American Red Cross app. Sorry, other countries :( . But feel free to talk about your donations here!
- Gotta have a smart phone for the app.

Gauging for interest here

Too Faced
In a secluded dark room, the blonde pushed her against a wall with a football poster on it. She sat on a night stand, pushing a lava lamp and an alarm clock onto the floor. The dim light and her inebriation meant there wasn't much to see anyway. She closed her eyes and felt his hands roam around the fabric of the tight, cheap dress that hugged her body like it was painted on. Only the very start of a moan escaped before he pushed his mouth against hers, muffling the rest of the sound

Rebeca was laid out across a bed, staring upside down as another girl started picking out clothes.

“It’s going to be fun. You need to have some fun, you know? No offense, but I think you’re starting to crack up. What did you tell your parents?” Amy asked.

“They don’t care where I am. I said something like ‘Amy’s house’ and left. No one said anything,” she said as she sat right-side-up.

“Okaaaay,” Amy sighed. “Well tonight your name is Claire and you’re wearing this,” she said handing Rebeca a short black dress.

She held it up and inspected it, running her fingers over the stitching.

“This looks cheap.”

“It’s a college party, no one is going to ask about your dress’ thread count or whatever.”

At the fraternity's door they were stopped briefly, but let in with Amy giving her brother’s name. Family was always welcome. He looked the girls up and down and smiled lasciviously.

“Have fun.”

Rebeca blinked and shielded her eyes as all senses were suddenly assaulted. Flashing lights and pounding music barred down on her. She wandered to a table where several large bowls of orange liquid were being ladled into red cups. A girl behind the table handed her a cup with a toothy smile. After looking down at it for a second, Rebeca gulped the entire contents and slammed the cup down on the table.

Amy gave her identical cup a little more consideration, carefully sniffing the liquid and looking down into it. Her inspection was cut short by a hand ruffling her hair.

“Hey sis, finally found you. Where are your friends?”

"Well one was...huh....she was just here."

"She'll turn up."

Rebeca was warm with liquor and dancing. Everything was delightfully warped and she felt elated. Below she saw an attractive blonde who was fixated on her. He’s been staring at her and his gaze never wavered. He took her by the hand, caught her around the waist when she stumbled forward and started talking.

Lost in the moment and the alcohol, every movement flowed as if on autopilot. She heard the zipper go down on the back of the Forever 21 dress she hated anyway. She giggled as he started nipping at her neck. He moved her hands down to his own zipper. Tentatively she took hold and pulled down.

“You’re shy?” he asked breathlessly.

She shrugged and smiled a familiar lopsided grin.


He shrugged and yanked the dress top down with one hand while the other trailed up the side of her thigh.

One hand acquiesced, pulling the zipper down while with the other hand she gripped the night stand. Her fingers curled slightly, catching the wood under her nails.

Amy looked around while she swayed slightly to the beat. There was no sign of the other girl.

“I'm getting worried. Have you seen my friend, Rebeca? Black dress, dark hair?” she said, turning back to her brother and two of his friends.

“Oh yeah, I saw Eric grab her,” said the one in a red trucker hat. “Surprised he didn't freak out as soon as she walked in.”

“Why would he freak out?" she asked brusquely.

“I mean...she looks just like….she’s almost identical, well like, she doesn’t have as big a rack but-”

Amy grabbed him by the shoulders, while her brother in turn put one hand on her shoulder.

“She looks just like who!?”

“That Survival of the Fittest chick he’s got a hard on for. The guys in the frat have been watching a stream or whatever on one of the TVs hooked up to the internet and saw that crazy bitch who got naked and she's been his waifu or whatever since."

The siblings shot each other alarmed looks.

((Amaranta Montalvo continued from Tears in the Rain))

Mara was running through the overgrowth and had nearly escaped the outer confines of the park, when suddenly that familiar, horrible wailing started. It was the very last announcement.

“Only four of you left.”

Mara clasped a hand over her mouth and crouched to her knees. A nest of nerves exploded in her stomach. She felt tiny spiders legs squirming along her insides, making her feel jittery. She shook out her hands, trying to give the anxiety a place to escape from.

Only four. That was it. She’d made it to the end. She felt an overpowering desire to scream. Whether it borne from elation or terror, she wasn’t sure. Mara hunched over with her hands on her knees. As she concentrated on regaining her composure, Danya continued to recount the deaths of the last day.

Madeline, the girl who had warned her about Hansel, was not one of the four survivors. Although she had been trying to acclimate to their dwindling numbers for days, it was still strange to think of how people disappeared over hours, minutes. She didn’t know Madeline enough to mourn her and even if she had, there was no time. When the announcement finally reached news of Katarina, Mara regained some facade of control. She gazed pointedly at the speaker.

It was time to find out who else was still alive.

To her complete and genuine shock, the first name was Zubin Wadia.


She hiccuped and spasmed, laughing madly because it was the most absurd thing in the world. The sound bounced off the trees and echoed around her. Never in a million years would she have picked him someone to outlast all the other students. The fact that he had was some kind of cosmic joke. Mara took a deep breath, still giggling, and wiped her eyes.

No way. Zubin? The guy must have stuck a horseshoe up his ass before we got on that plane. I wished him good luck. Maybe I’m a lucky charm?

Next, Joey . She tried to remember what she could of their brief meeting. He had looked at her with a mixture of apprehension and confusion, but said nothing. His reaction to her as if she were a wild, feral animal reminded her that in that moment, that is what she was. She stopped thinking about Joey, having no desire to relive that meeting.

Then, of course, there was Hansel. A potent mix of concern and denial was still leaking through and clouding her vision. At instinct, her fingers knit together in a faux orison, wondering along with Danya what Hansel would do and if it would affect her.
Those thoughts were cut short when she heard her own name. She was the only one to meet all the other remaining survivors.

Maybe I am a lucky charm.

He spoke about Summer and she felt heat rise to her cheeks. How dare he. How dare he talk to her about Summer. He saw fit to mock her decision to burn down a few of his stupid buildings. She imagined he was a toddler who was upset that she’d pushed over his sandcastle. He didn’t deserve an explanation of her actions.

Mara spotted a camera looking down on her near the speaker. She flipped her hair back over her shoulder and blinked coyly. Her lips pulled back over her perfect teeth and she flashed a dazzling grin. Mara beamed the same way she did for pageant judges right before deliberation. She stunned with her gorgeous smile and straight middle finger both pointed prominently for the camera just as the voice concluded its assessment of her.

“You can suck my dick,” she sing-songed cheerfully.

It was silent again. Everyone knew to come to the park now. She strained to listen, not knowing if at any moment someone would come bursting out of the brush, beckoned to the park by the announcement. Her eyes darted wildly with each step her bloody Mary-Janes took towards the the tree-heavy edge of the enclosing. Somewhere a shot rang out, but not close enough to be a concern.