Serial Killer Game 74: BETRAYAL AT THE CONSORTIA OF EVIL INTENT- Turn Six, Hero Step ( Death Post)
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[HEADING=1] THERE WAS A SCREAM! I THINK WE LOST ANOTHER. BAD POUCH HAD BROKEN INTO THE LABS! SOMEONE LOCK THAT HERO IN THERE! WHAT DO YOU MEAN WE'RE OUT OF MINIONS?! THE DEAD HAS UNTIL JAN 27th at Midnight EST. to write their death post. [/HEADING]
Seven villains left.
Seven villains left.
Well we don't actually know who the latest death was yet!tf2godz said:
Good plan. You go do that while I find a place to hidesky14kemea said:
Shiro slowly crept along the crypts of the underground laboratory. His bloodshot eyes scanned over the operating table before him. This had gone on long enough. At first the rare prospect of getting to dissect his fellow villains had excited him but this had gone on for too long. He fear he might soon be the next upon this shiny chrome operating table.
A fit of coughing seized Shiro. He grasp at his mouth. Blood. Curse that damn elf. He'd be able to suppress the worst of virulent magical infection so far but he feared it was starting to take its toll on his body. Worse was the mental trauma that last image had left behind. Even now he could so vividly recall it...
Shiro shook his head in disgust. Better to focus on the task at hand.
"Let us continue to autopsy. Start the recording again, Yamato."
At this Shiro lowered his welding mask and started back up his band saw. He continued to saw away at the metallic cadaver in front of him. Finally he managed to break off a piece of chrome flesh - a little knife no bigger than a pen. He held it in his hand.
"Such a small knife. I wonder what he used it -"
The sound of a distant explosion rocked the operating room.
"Fuck is it the damn Triceratops again? Give a doctorate and a rocket launcher to any damn ceratopsid and suddenly they think they're a real scientist. You two go deal with our intruder. You three move this mechanic socialist to examination room four. Whatever you do keep the specimen form that insane Triceratops."
As his assistants hurried off to complete their tasks, Shiro turned down the hallway toward the deeper part of the laboratory. He had to at least make sure his most sensitive experiments in the lower levels remained undisturbed . As he turned around the corner there was a figure in the lab coat hunched over by the wall crying.
Hiro? He was one of Shiro's higher functioninghenchmen assistants. A few of his assistants received smaller doses of suppressant than the others to help them retain more of their cognitive processes. Unfortunately this meant the occasional relapse when the assistant became more tolerant to the suppressant was more common. This had been the seventh time Hiro had relapsed like this. Increasing the dosage anymore would degrade his cognitive abilities too much. He approached the man and hunched down next to him.
"Hiro. Hiro, it's going to be fine. Your medication seems to have worn off. Come here I'll help you."
Shiro reached into his pocket and drew out a syringe of cyanide while turning Hiro around to face him. The man's tear soaked eyes widen as he looked at Shiro.
"No... No please! I don't want to die!"
Hiro screamed as he ran further down the hall away from Shiro.
"That's odd. None of the others noti-"
Before Shiro could even comprehend what was going on a pair of hands wrapped themselves around his throat. They lifted him up so his feet no longer touched to floor still tight around his throat.
Bad Pouch! I'm being killed by Bad Pouch! No this can't be happening! I have to stop him!
Shiro reached deep into his pockets. Curses! He had dropped the syringe of cyanide in the commotion. Further in he reached. Anything. Anything at all. Something to stop Bad Pouch with. At last his hand stumbled upon the slender pen-knife. Somehow it had made its way into Shiro's pocket. With the last of his fading strength, Shiro buried the tiny knife into the arm of his assailant.
To no avail. The vice remained tight until the life eventually drained from Shiro. With a final sickening crack the hands released and Shiro's corpse fell upon the floor.
[sub]* Infiltrator. I meant Infiltrator.[/sub]
A fit of coughing seized Shiro. He grasp at his mouth. Blood. Curse that damn elf. He'd be able to suppress the worst of virulent magical infection so far but he feared it was starting to take its toll on his body. Worse was the mental trauma that last image had left behind. Even now he could so vividly recall it...
Shiro shook his head in disgust. Better to focus on the task at hand.
"Let us continue to autopsy. Start the recording again, Yamato."
At this Shiro lowered his welding mask and started back up his band saw. He continued to saw away at the metallic cadaver in front of him. Finally he managed to break off a piece of chrome flesh - a little knife no bigger than a pen. He held it in his hand.
"Such a small knife. I wonder what he used it -"
The sound of a distant explosion rocked the operating room.
"Fuck is it the damn Triceratops again? Give a doctorate and a rocket launcher to any damn ceratopsid and suddenly they think they're a real scientist. You two go deal with our intruder. You three move this mechanic socialist to examination room four. Whatever you do keep the specimen form that insane Triceratops."
As his assistants hurried off to complete their tasks, Shiro turned down the hallway toward the deeper part of the laboratory. He had to at least make sure his most sensitive experiments in the lower levels remained undisturbed . As he turned around the corner there was a figure in the lab coat hunched over by the wall crying.
Hiro? He was one of Shiro's higher functioning
"Hiro. Hiro, it's going to be fine. Your medication seems to have worn off. Come here I'll help you."
Shiro reached into his pocket and drew out a syringe of cyanide while turning Hiro around to face him. The man's tear soaked eyes widen as he looked at Shiro.
"No... No please! I don't want to die!"
Hiro screamed as he ran further down the hall away from Shiro.
"That's odd. None of the others noti-"
Before Shiro could even comprehend what was going on a pair of hands wrapped themselves around his throat. They lifted him up so his feet no longer touched to floor still tight around his throat.
Bad Pouch! I'm being killed by Bad Pouch! No this can't be happening! I have to stop him!
Shiro reached deep into his pockets. Curses! He had dropped the syringe of cyanide in the commotion. Further in he reached. Anything. Anything at all. Something to stop Bad Pouch with. At last his hand stumbled upon the slender pen-knife. Somehow it had made its way into Shiro's pocket. With the last of his fading strength, Shiro buried the tiny knife into the arm of his assailant.
To no avail. The vice remained tight until the life eventually drained from Shiro. With a final sickening crack the hands released and Shiro's corpse fell upon the floor.
[HEADING=2]I was a Corruptor[sup]*[/sup][/HEADING]
[sub]* Infiltrator. I meant Infiltrator.[/sub]
[HEADING=1] Who? Yah. Yah. The electric guy. He's dead? Wait doesn't he run our... aaaaand the power is gone. Right. Right, ok. Lock the Hero in the labs. What do you mean someone is still in there. The dinosaur headed guy? Lock him in there too. Oh right, the rocket launchers. Alright fall back. Voting or Powers by Jan. 29th at midnight. But I got bout half already....[/HEADING]
In the mecha Soviet Union we don't say I love you, we say "Я убью тебя с моим ножом хуй," which means I will treasure you eternally, and I think that's beautiful.Fat_Hippo said:
Aww, how nice! This is how I will greet all russians I meet from now on.Revnak said:
EDIT: Aaaaaaaaaaannnd I woke up naked in an alley with the words "сука блятъ" tattooed on my forehead. And I was being so friendly...
Clearly you were not speaking with true mecha Soviets. The end result would have been similar, but involved more knife wounds around your orifices.Fat_Hippo said:
[HEADING=1] Trying to find the breakers, and what is this? Who leaves junk just laying in the hallways to be tripped over. Oh, it's a corpse. Well.. Right, Best kick that out of the way for now. Got to find the breakers to get power back up. Wait, did I grab the right fuses? Damn it! Someone has until Feb 1st at Midnight to write a death post. Someone get me a damn torch in here![/HEADING]
There are 6 villains alive, and 1 Hero. That's 3 turns, give or take. That's a $12.5 Trillion split there, right now. But it won't end there will it? No, someone's gunna die soon. Clock is ticking on who's going to make it out of this alive..
There are 6 villains alive, and 1 Hero. That's 3 turns, give or take. That's a $12.5 Trillion split there, right now. But it won't end there will it? No, someone's gunna die soon. Clock is ticking on who's going to make it out of this alive..
Hay ho!... Uh... Never mind...
Actually I'm almost surprised you're still alive (if ghosts can still be alive...), although looking back on previous games you do a real good job of staying not-murdered 'til the end. I guess it's hard to kill Revenants.
Actually I'm almost surprised you're still alive (if ghosts can still be alive...), although looking back on previous games you do a real good job of staying not-murdered 'til the end. I guess it's hard to kill Revenants.