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To Die Hating Them, That Was Freedom; [PRIVATE]
Topic Started: Apr 25 2011, 04:00 AM (1,685 Views)
Sean
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((Joe Rios continued from Endings and Beginnings))

Joe kept a steady pace.

He walked on, even when he felt his feet starting to blister. An entire day and another set of announcements had passed since he'd butchered a man. Memories clicked in his mind as he finally realized who the man was.

Mike Maszer. A nice guy overall. Definitely not deserving of the torture he'd undergone at Joe's hands. He forced back tears of guilt. No showing fear or emotion that might make his comeuppance less likely in the end, he thought.

A small building in the distance.

People. A pause. Rest. Finally.

The door wasn't quite closed, confirming his guess. Joe breathed deeply and broke into a brisk run towards it.

A calculated gamble.

"OH YEAH!!!!!" he shouted as he twisted his body and his shoulder made contact, knocking the edifice off of its hinges.

Another pause. Joe blinked. He had been expecting a larger group, but instead, only one person, who he recognized as being Alan Rickhall. A drama geek, and not someone who was likely to take him down.

Not ideal, but I'll deal with it, Joe thought. A knife gleamed on the floor, reflected in all of the mirrors in the building.

"Well, motherfucker? You gonna kill me or do I have to take you down too?" he said, before breaking out into a mad laugh. He hoped Alan wouldn't realize that it was faked; he was in no laughing mood, but figured he'd need to come off as utterly insane before Alan would actually do anything, so it was worth a try.
Edited by Sean, Apr 26 2011, 03:43 PM.
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Quoth Super Llama:
 
One day, the fabled Ragnarok will come, and as the gods descend to earth and wage war while the world dies around them, WickedIcon will lead the charge, a 12-gauge shotgun in his right hand, and a bottle of Jack Daniels in his left as he rides a steed made of fire and pain.

And the masses will look upon him and weep at the beauty of it all.


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((GM permission gotten from Limisios.))

Joe blinked again.

Definitely not ideal.

"Well, then. I guess it's on," Joe said, much calmer. Not only did Alan call his bluff, but it turned out they were in the same position. Joe reached back and took his scythe in hand.

But I'll manage.

For what felt like hours, the two stared at each other, Alan with his knife, and Joe with his farming implement.

Soon it became clear that Alan was not going to budge. Joe hadn't planned to either, but he supposed it was better to get this over with and find someone else who might be a little more willing.

"Looks like I lost this little game, Alan," Joe said. A swing, and the scythe cut through the air towards Alan's belly.
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Quoth Super Llama:
 
One day, the fabled Ragnarok will come, and as the gods descend to earth and wage war while the world dies around them, WickedIcon will lead the charge, a 12-gauge shotgun in his right hand, and a bottle of Jack Daniels in his left as he rides a steed made of fire and pain.

And the masses will look upon him and weep at the beauty of it all.


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[19:25] Hallucinogenic: it's not like i wanna put my anus on parade


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Sean
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Joe was stunned.

He had figured it was going to get easier after the first time he shed blood, but the only ease he had encountered was that he didn't have the urge to vomit. Joe chalked this up to the less gory death Alan had gotten.

Alan had wanted to die. While Joe supposed that it was still technically murder, it was much more justifiable.

Joe stood up. There was a camera right above one of the mirrors, on the wall. It had seen everything that had happened in the past few minutes.

Silence. Joe turned towards the camera and cleared his throat quietly.

"Looks like your game's starting to fuck itself over, Danya. I'll bet you didn't want anyone to go willingly, did you? When your captive audience is faced with shit like this, you know what they're gonna do? They're just gonna turn off their TVs and find something else to do."

Joe looked down and smiled.

"As you just saw if you're watching this, I'm not the only person who's going against your little game. You see, what I've realized is, there's no real winner in this. There's a survivor, yeah, but if he made it there by playing along, he's lost too; he's probably alienated or killed everyone that gave a shit about him, and gave you some good material on top of that. There are only two ways that someone can really win; first off, they can just get lucky and survive because no one else wants to kill them. That's so statistically unlikely that it borders on impossible; out of 200 kids you nicked, I can't think of a single truly likable one that's still alive or sane. Cisco's lost his mind, I killed Mike in a fit of rage, Alan just asked for me to kill him, and you took my Rose from me."

The smile was gone from the large Hispanic boy's face as he remembered how Danya had mocked Rose. His expression was now tranquil anger.

"The other way is if everyone goes along with my idea, and the survivor is simply someone who neither got killed nor got the courage to off himself. This is a pipe dream too, but..."

Joe glared directly at the camera.

"I think it's worth a shot, you sick fuck," he said, calmly.

Joe bent down and shut Alan's eyes. A quick tug removed the scythe from Alan's chest; it had gone straight between two ribs and only hit soft tissue. With his newfound clarity of thought, he noticed that the knife he had seen was no knife, but in fact another polearm. He chuckled at the coincidence and set to work. A series of slashes of the scythe removed most of the naginata's handle, leaving only a small grip and a large, serrated blade. He put the scythe away, picked up the sawn-off naginata with his right hand, and left the building.

((Joe Rios continued in Gravemakers and Gunslingers))
Edited by Sean, Jun 14 2011, 11:50 PM.
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Quoth Super Llama:
 
One day, the fabled Ragnarok will come, and as the gods descend to earth and wage war while the world dies around them, WickedIcon will lead the charge, a 12-gauge shotgun in his right hand, and a bottle of Jack Daniels in his left as he rides a steed made of fire and pain.

And the masses will look upon him and weep at the beauty of it all.


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[19:25] Hallucinogenic: it's not like i wanna put my anus on parade


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04:26MimiOH
04:26MimiTHAT'S LESS BAD
04:27MimiI THOUGHT SHE HAD TO JERK OFF MONKEYS
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