Sorry about the lateness, I have no excuse. But it's here anyway. Reviews/comments would be nice.
I'm bored again.
Sarah was rocketing through the city at a dangerous speed, the image of the defeated Kat and that goddamned power station disappearing from view. But what was there to do now? Certainly she could go back to the bar, but she hated that place even more. And despite her current danger and how she loved that the wind rippling through her hair and the way it was, she was becoming pretty jaded.
I'll figure out something. No way I'm ending tonight like this.
One hand clutching her hat and the other limply grasping the trolley rails in favour of her bottle, she shot through the city leaving a trail of burning detiritus in her wake. She didn't have her flamethrower anymore; after all, the gas tank was currently occupied, but she figured she wouldn't need it anyway.
Besides, she thought, it sure beats walking.
But it still didn't sate her, she still needed something to do. Pump the adrenaline up to 11. So when the white glow of headlights shone behind her, her eyes widened with joy. The night wasn't over just yet. She leaned over her makeshift jet engine to greet her new assailant.
?Nice to see you again, Kat! Here, let me get you a drink!?
She threw her absinthe bottle with enough force to smash through the windshield of the Ferarri pursuing her, which shattered on the the man behind the wheel. Kat let out a yelp as the car swerved to the side.
Man up. Come on, show me you've got balls.
The Ferarri faltered for a moment before he punched the accelerator full throttle. Sarah smiled, producing a cigar from her cleavage and lighting it on the gas tank. It wouldn't be long before he caught up with her again, so she wanted to look somewhat imposing.
?Come on boy, don't be shy.?
The car swerved to drive parallel to the trolley, and Kat emerged through the smashed windshield, drenched in absinthe, drew out his sword and pointed it toward her threateningly. Sarah looked ahead of her and grinned.
?It's time we ended this! It's time we beat you!?
?As far as I've seen,? she replied, ?You aren't even a player!?
And that was all it took to make him lunge at her, teeth bared in fury. She glanced fleetingly to the side, at the cul-de-sac they were about to crash into, the bar entrance only a few steps away from their point of impact. When he reached the trolley, she simply grabbed his collar and backflipped over the other side, using him as a meatshield as they both crashed into the street gutter.
If this wrecks my dress someone's not waking up with testicles tomorrow morning.
Kat smashed his head face first into the pavement and Sarah followed behind him, merely bouncing off him into a store's display window. Her entire body was now searing with pain due to both the shattered glass and the impact, but she'd been through worse. From her position she could hear the distinct sound of a crashing car through a window, shortly followed by a loud explosion.
?And that, ladies, is how you have a night on the town!? she said to no-one in particular as she got to her feet.
Kat lay bloodied on the sidewalk, face twisted in an uncomfortable position. The adrenaline rush he was feeling numbed the pain, in fact he was in a pretty giggly mood at that point.
?Ah well, looks like women are the superior species after all!? he chuckled to the sword that lay next to his body. ?Man and Virus ain't nuthin' to the touch of a lady.?
Nonsense, this battle isn't over until I say it's over. And as for you, well, I still have use for you.
Yellow smoke drifted out of this shadow that projected from the bright flames that crackled nearby. Kat tried to scream, but Equus simply forced itself through his throat. In moments he was just a shell, a host for the virus.
Sarah stepped outside, checking to see if the pouch was still on her person. Thankfully they were; she didn't want to backtrack now that she'd come this far.
All I need to do now is walk to the bar across the way. she laughed. Unless Kat wants another go.
She immediately noticed the pool of blood in front of her, devoid of any sign of Katherine. Now things were getting interesting again.
?Oh Katheriiiine! Where aaaaare you??
?Unavailable.?
Sarah whipped around to see Katherine brandishing his sword, advancing toward her. She backed away, feeling around herself for something to defend herself with. She realised, with growing horror, that she had left her pistols and combat knives back at the power station while she was setting up the rocket.
She was defenseless. And something in Kat's eyes and voice told her that something had changed.
?You've messed with me for far too long, human. But it all ends here.?.
He lunged at her and she managed to catch hold of the hilt of the sword, managing a carefully placed knee to the groin before he dived with her into the ground. The smell of alcohol and urine reminded her of that night, the night where everything changed.
The night she was raped.
It was hard to remember at first, she was doing a good job at blotting it out of her memory. But as the smell grew stronger, it came back to her. That same, familiar stench of a drunkard, her feeling of horror as he stumbled out of the night. She remembered how horrible she felt, violated, exhilarated. She had never felt more alive that night, and although it took her several years to understand it, that man became a part of her. An image of who she was, what she had become.
She was defenseless on that night as well. But she wasn't the weak little girl she used to be, no, she was much stronger. Much less inhibited, far more powerful than she could ever have imagined. The confidence came back when she realised, finally, that she had never let go of Kat's blowtorch since the launch; it was still in her hand.
?Hope you like a fry-up.?
At that moment she hit the lighter switch and the alcohol that covered Kat ignited in little time. In moments the man was engulfed in flames, screaming in pain.
And she was beside herself with laughter.
The virus tried to escape, tendrils of yellow smoke turning black and drifting away in the light breeze as it attempted to infect her. Pushing him off her, she grabbed her hat from the ground and put it on, checking to see if there was any damage to the dress. When she was sure there were only a few singe marks and tears from the glass, she turned her back on the immolated Kat and stepped into the bar, placing the power cores on the counter and sitting down.
?Shot of Jager, Timmoth. Leave the bottle.?
Part 1 [http://www.escapistmagazine.com/forums/jump/362.162869.5293474]
Part 2 [http://www.escapistmagazine.com/forums/jump/362.162869.5348633]
Part 3 [http://www.escapistmagazine.com/forums/jump/362.162869.5419814]
Part 4 [http://www.escapistmagazine.com/forums/jump/362.162869.5463859]
I made a User-Group for discussing the technical side of RW and most specifically what changes (if any) we'd like to implement in RW 5. I invite and highly encourage everyone associated with this thread to join the group and let us hear your opinions. Doesn't matter if you're a player, judge or GM, the group is there to facilitate you and the changes you'd like to see in RW. Even if you have nothing to say you should join just to hear what's said.
Ratings War Locker Room. Yeah. Join it.
And now, back to your regularly scheduled programing ...
I may be a cycle off but god damn it Sam and Raggy are getting reviews! And so are the rest of you! None will escape!
Jerry broke down completely. I saw it coming, but I don't have anything I can do about it. I'm working on getting a new computer, but it's probably not going to happen in the near future; my job seems to have a sub-clause where I have to work for free if the boss doesn't like my dad.
I'll try to be on as much as I can, but that's probably only going to be nights on weekends.
Alrighty. After some revision, the contestants left are:
Sam G
Khedive Rex
Jarsteen
Zemalac
The_Logician19
Three-ways are messy, but it looks like we'll have to do another one since we can't very well recruit people into the second round. It's either that or make the finale a three-way like the olden days of the first RW. To be honest though, I think the last round went very well apart from passing the deadline massively. It seemed to me as if the environment made a three-way both feasible and enjoyable. Any ideas, people?
I hope not either. I should have spent a lot of the time I spent writing for RW studying for my tests (and no-one's given me a shred of feedback yet, other than 'you're late'). But they're over now, and my holiday's started.
The cyborg girl "collected" the power cores from Timmoth as gently as a robbery in a dark alley.
"Your instructions were to get them to me." She snapped. Timmoth eyed her suspiciously, and so did the rest of the people in the pub.
She noticed this, pocketed the power cores and resumed her composure as she cleared her throat.
"Percy and Equus, step forward. I have a very urgent mission for the two of you. A gang war recently broke out downtown between two of the larger gangs here. A firefight started a couple minutes ago where opposite sides are bunkered down in buildings facing each other on the street. One consists mostly of Yakuza, while the other holds people of all ethnicities. Some say the Yakuza leader has gone completely insane and has somehow acquired advanced weaponry. All I know is that you two have to stop this gang war, but only one of you need to bother with coming back."
She exhaled and gave them time to leave.
"Gold King, Corkscrew Nick, Gabriel. I have a more special assignment for you. Just outside of town in the hills of one of the routes that lead here, there is a cave. This cave leads into a vast underground complex which houses a rather unique structure; an artificial Razormane Manticore. It has recently started killing people who try to travel here and apparently can't answer its idiotic riddles. Mostly scumbags, but it's still bad for business.
I know what you're thinking; "Manticores don't do riddles". Well, this one does. Probably programmed wrong or something. Tame it, kill it, answer its riddle to grant one wish, I don't care. Just get rid of the damn thing. I don't expect all of you surviving that place, it's full of unpleasant flora, fauna and other unnatural traps. I suspect there is a vein of a special kind of metal there which assimilates and animates other matter. Have fun."
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Ten days, people. Let me know if you need more. I expect the three-way fight will.
May I be so bold as to request a couple extra days? Some things unfortuantely take precedence over other matters, and this is one of those things I won't be able to work on for a few days.
"Gold King, Corkscrew Nick, Jacob Kaynard. I have a more special assignment for you. Just outside of town in the hills of one of the routes that lead here, there is a cave. This cave leads into a vast underground complex which houses a rather unique structure; an artificial Razormane Manticore. It has recently started killing people who try to travel here and apparently can't answer its idiotic riddles. Mostly scumbags, but it's still bad for business.
I know what you're thinking; "Manticores don't do riddles". Well, this one does. Probably programmed wrong or something. Tame it, kill it, answer its riddle to grant one wish, I don't care. Just get rid of the damn thing. I don't expect all of you surviving that place, it's full of unpleasant flora, fauna and other unnatural traps. I suspect there is a vein of a special kind of metal there which assimilates and animates other matter. Have fun."
You could write it on Google Docs [https://www.google.com/accounts/ServiceLogin?service=writely&passive=true&nui=1&continue=http%3A%2F%2Fdocs.google.com%2F%3Fhl%3Den%26tab%3Dwo&followup=http%3A%2F%2Fdocs.google.com%2F%3Fhl%3Den%26tab%3Dwo<mpl=homepage&rm=false] or something...that's what I'd suggest, anyway.
...Wait, why am I giving you advice? You are my opponent! Gah!
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