"You do mean SIGGAURD has more motive, right? The best plan of action is to keep him tied up somewhere. Someone dies, we let him go. I don't think these guys will be satisfied with no blood, though..."
Zombie Apocalypse RP
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Sigguard got really nervous, people were blaming him for the murder. Goddamn his mental condition, damn it all to hell. He walked around. He tried to remain calm, but he noticed that he was shaking slightly.
He didn't know to what do anymore, it would seem that it would be either him or Johnny. He could blame him, and he would be off the chain, but how could he do that.
He couldn't, he wasn't able to. He trusted all of these people, he had shared times with them, and seen some of their true faces. How could he point a finger and make an enemy of a friend.
He had seen fear, and hatred, and death. It was to much for him then, this time was different, the scale wasn't as big, the deathtoll not as large, but yet this felt like the same thing, he couldn't blame Johnny, not Maeror, not anybody.
he fell to his knees folding his hands in front of his face, and for the first time in his life, he felt truly alone, for the first time he felt truly weak and tiny.
he felt a tear sliding down across his cheek.
Wiping it away he stood up again, he walked to Johnny.
"It's seems some of them think you are the murderer, others think i am". He looked at the water outside, in his mind an embodiment of soothing and calm, and he calmed down a bit.
"Odd isn't it, how quickly trust can change to suspicion, paranoia. I don't think it was you, my friend". He stretched his arm as to show he wanted to shake johnny's hand, "and i hope that if one of us dies, he dies as a friend of the other".
He didn't know to what do anymore, it would seem that it would be either him or Johnny. He could blame him, and he would be off the chain, but how could he do that.
He couldn't, he wasn't able to. He trusted all of these people, he had shared times with them, and seen some of their true faces. How could he point a finger and make an enemy of a friend.
He had seen fear, and hatred, and death. It was to much for him then, this time was different, the scale wasn't as big, the deathtoll not as large, but yet this felt like the same thing, he couldn't blame Johnny, not Maeror, not anybody.
he fell to his knees folding his hands in front of his face, and for the first time in his life, he felt truly alone, for the first time he felt truly weak and tiny.
he felt a tear sliding down across his cheek.
Wiping it away he stood up again, he walked to Johnny.
"It's seems some of them think you are the murderer, others think i am". He looked at the water outside, in his mind an embodiment of soothing and calm, and he calmed down a bit.
"Odd isn't it, how quickly trust can change to suspicion, paranoia. I don't think it was you, my friend". He stretched his arm as to show he wanted to shake johnny's hand, "and i hope that if one of us dies, he dies as a friend of the other".
OOC: Right, I'm back, and have no idea whats happening. SOoo...
Rob had spent the last day sitting in a corner, fiddling with a laptop. As a result of this, he had absolutely no idea of the days event. On the bright side, he had managed to cheer himself up slightly by fiddling around with some graphics programs and distracting himself from the hellhole he lived in.
Rob had spent the last day sitting in a corner, fiddling with a laptop. As a result of this, he had absolutely no idea of the days event. On the bright side, he had managed to cheer himself up slightly by fiddling around with some graphics programs and distracting himself from the hellhole he lived in.
OOC- Siggaurd... Yes, Siggaurd. Sorry Sorrow.
I don't really want to off either of them though... Every character in this one is important and has ties to the other characters.
I'll vote Siggaurd, but I'm warning you BigZ, Those post combos are kind of annoying and if I have nothing else to go on next time, I'll vote for you for the sake of my eyes.
I don't really want to off either of them though... Every character in this one is important and has ties to the other characters.
I'll vote Siggaurd, but I'm warning you BigZ, Those post combos are kind of annoying and if I have nothing else to go on next time, I'll vote for you for the sake of my eyes.
Guess who's dying, Sig's dying!
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As another night came upon the group, the survivors lit the torches lining the entrance. The men and women of the group had experienced some rough things in the past few days; suicides, murders, and break-ins were not a good way to start the week. The survivors gathered once more in their bunks, not for sleep, but for deliberation.
What had killed Dane was still up in the air. Several claimed it was suicide, others felt foul play had dealt the blow, but all seemed determined to find out what exactly happened. Johnny and Maeror stayed together, it seemed they had formed a new friendship. The others sat on their cots and drew back the curtains.
Sigguard took to the crude podium in the center of the group, trying to plead his case. The pills at the scene and his mental blackout provided no help to his case. The others looked upon him with suspicion, Galt saw him as a liability. Whatever the group's motives, it was clear what was about to be done.
?Please people, be rational. What reason would I have for killing Dan?? the man pleaded.
?Reasons are things that belong to the mentally fit.? Galt reminded.
?Come on, I may need medication but this is just ridiculous. I can?t believe none of you can see this is all just one big mistake.?
?Don?t try to protest your innocence here Sig, we know those were your pills. This whole damn apocalypse is just what could have sent you over the edge.? Johnny chimed in from the corner.
?Rain, you know medicine, can?t you say anything to help me??
?You?re out of luck Sig, I wasn?t there when it happened. I don?t know whether I can trust you or not.? the EMT seemed crestfallen now that death was once more rearing it?s head.
Galt stepped out towards Sig, one hand outstretched, the other at his holster.
?Listen, Sig, we don?t know whether this was a rational act or a psychotic fit, we do know that you?re a liability and we can?t afford it.? Galt was eerily paternal.
?You?you people are worse than the dead! What?s happened to you? Where?s your compassion, your sense of mercy?? the condemned man was hysteric. ?There?s no way I?m going out there, just let me stay inside, you?ll never see me again. Please, have mercy!?
?Mercy was only something that could be afforded when the living reigned, now, survival is more important than morality.?
Galt drew his pistol and held it up to Siggaurd. The man screamed in horror as the others rushed to grab him. They marched to the entrance with him in tow, gagged with a wad of cloth. The more squeamish members sat on their cots, dumbfounded at what had happened. The mob continued on, Galt holding his pistol at Sig?s temple while Johnny and Laura held his arms. He tried to thrash about but as he neared the line of torches, his jerking was replaced with heavy sobbing, his fate already sealed.
In a last gesture of kindness, one of the survivors tossed a knife at him. The light of the torches reflected in its blade as it lay on the ground. Sig reluctantly picked up the knife and disappeared into the darkness. No one slept easily that night.
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As another night came upon the group, the survivors lit the torches lining the entrance. The men and women of the group had experienced some rough things in the past few days; suicides, murders, and break-ins were not a good way to start the week. The survivors gathered once more in their bunks, not for sleep, but for deliberation.
What had killed Dane was still up in the air. Several claimed it was suicide, others felt foul play had dealt the blow, but all seemed determined to find out what exactly happened. Johnny and Maeror stayed together, it seemed they had formed a new friendship. The others sat on their cots and drew back the curtains.
Sigguard took to the crude podium in the center of the group, trying to plead his case. The pills at the scene and his mental blackout provided no help to his case. The others looked upon him with suspicion, Galt saw him as a liability. Whatever the group's motives, it was clear what was about to be done.
?Please people, be rational. What reason would I have for killing Dan?? the man pleaded.
?Reasons are things that belong to the mentally fit.? Galt reminded.
?Come on, I may need medication but this is just ridiculous. I can?t believe none of you can see this is all just one big mistake.?
?Don?t try to protest your innocence here Sig, we know those were your pills. This whole damn apocalypse is just what could have sent you over the edge.? Johnny chimed in from the corner.
?Rain, you know medicine, can?t you say anything to help me??
?You?re out of luck Sig, I wasn?t there when it happened. I don?t know whether I can trust you or not.? the EMT seemed crestfallen now that death was once more rearing it?s head.
Galt stepped out towards Sig, one hand outstretched, the other at his holster.
?Listen, Sig, we don?t know whether this was a rational act or a psychotic fit, we do know that you?re a liability and we can?t afford it.? Galt was eerily paternal.
?You?you people are worse than the dead! What?s happened to you? Where?s your compassion, your sense of mercy?? the condemned man was hysteric. ?There?s no way I?m going out there, just let me stay inside, you?ll never see me again. Please, have mercy!?
?Mercy was only something that could be afforded when the living reigned, now, survival is more important than morality.?
Galt drew his pistol and held it up to Siggaurd. The man screamed in horror as the others rushed to grab him. They marched to the entrance with him in tow, gagged with a wad of cloth. The more squeamish members sat on their cots, dumbfounded at what had happened. The mob continued on, Galt holding his pistol at Sig?s temple while Johnny and Laura held his arms. He tried to thrash about but as he neared the line of torches, his jerking was replaced with heavy sobbing, his fate already sealed.
In a last gesture of kindness, one of the survivors tossed a knife at him. The light of the torches reflected in its blade as it lay on the ground. Sig reluctantly picked up the knife and disappeared into the darkness. No one slept easily that night.
Maeror shook his head at the idiocy of it all.
"One more dead...why in blaze do we keep shooting ourselves in the foot?"
Despite his outward appearance, his mind was filled with one thought, repeated again and again: My fault...my fault Sig's dead...why didn't I convince them to keep him locked up instead of killing him?!
OOC: I think each survivor should do an internal monologue, to reflect their condition.
"One more dead...why in blaze do we keep shooting ourselves in the foot?"
Despite his outward appearance, his mind was filled with one thought, repeated again and again: My fault...my fault Sig's dead...why didn't I convince them to keep him locked up instead of killing him?!
OOC: I think each survivor should do an internal monologue, to reflect their condition.
"We couldn't afford to keep him alive. We've got only a finite amount of supplies here. The last thing we need is a consumer who isn't fit to support himself. Keeping him incarcerated would have put undue strain on our group. I'm not going to waste time with prisons when we don't know whether tomorrow will rear its ugly head. Like it or not, Old Tom Malthus has struck again.
This is what happens when I watch The Mist and read a near-fatal dosage of Kurt Vonnegut.Easykill said:
Maeror glared upwards at Galt.
"You should have at least shot him. Somebody else is going to die, I can feel it. Then you'll kill someone else, again and again, until there's only one man standing. What then? What does that person do? Kill himself? Laugh while the dead close in?!"
He spat at Galt and walked away.
"I need something strong," he muttered.
"You should have at least shot him. Somebody else is going to die, I can feel it. Then you'll kill someone else, again and again, until there's only one man standing. What then? What does that person do? Kill himself? Laugh while the dead close in?!"
He spat at Galt and walked away.
"I need something strong," he muttered.
During the deliberation Laura's eyes started shining. Survival more important than morality? Was this true? Could anything be more important than our values? As the decision was made she saw one of Sigguard's arms waving about in a panic. She took it, and with gentle hands she lead him weeping to the door. Kissing his hand before letting him go, she whispered "I'm so sorry." She didn't think he was a murderer, and she didn't think he'd survive out there. Her lips shivered with words, but she couldn't be heard; so hushed.
When morning came she watered her plants and looked for Dane.
When morning came she watered her plants and looked for Dane.
OOC: You have impeccable taste.John Galt said:
"Galt," Al said as he shook his head, "this ain't right. Those pills had to have been planted, the killer KNEW we'd go after Sigguard." He sighed before adding, "I know we've lost a lot of things to the zombies, but plain decency?"
"You'll give a man a knife but not a prayer, Galt? I thought I was the nihilist here but you take the cake. I'd better work on my game or you people will think I'm the cuddly one."
Yeah, Vonnegut doesn't leave you with warm feelings and light.John Galt said:
Rob sat on his bed shivering as Sigguard was dragged out by the people he was staying with. He'd begin to think of them as possibly friends, but this? Killing a possibly innocent man because his pills were found at the murder? Surely no murderer would stupid enough to leave their own possessions behind.
Rob shivered again, and huddled himself into a ball.
Rob shivered again, and huddled himself into a ball.
OOC: If 'Long Walk To Forever' wasn't so cheesy, it would probably leave you that way. Oh, and on another note, everyone seems to think it wasn't Siggy, so why did he get lynched?Saskwach said:
Laura looked to Al. "Maeror imagines it's reverse psychology, but I agree, I don't think it was Sigguard. But you know what they say..." she said, running her fingers through her hair and then looking into his eyes, "all that is necessary for the triumph of evil is that good men do nothing." She suddenly turned her head as if in great pain.
"I should have said more, I should've done more..." she said through her teeth before dropping into a crouch and sitting down on the ground. Her eyelashes fluttered and a streak of light wove down her soft skin and wet her cheeks. And in a whisper she spoke: "I just pray we don't deserve this."
Shaz slunk up to Laura. "The triumph of evil? Good men doing nothing? I'm sorry, which one of us dragged the man all the way to an uncertain death? I think in past times that would have been considered evil. Edmund Burke is the wrong quote for you, Laura- Nietzche had it right."
Read aloud the words would have seemed sincere, sombre, but the delivery was packed with glee. Shaz grinned wide and seemed almost to bounce as he watched Laura. Suddenly he stopped, as if a vicious new thought had occured to him.
"You made the right choice. Living is all- kill anyone to stay that way."
At the sound of Rain's cry he turned and scanned the commotion.
"Well, looks like I want to be over there."
Read aloud the words would have seemed sincere, sombre, but the delivery was packed with glee. Shaz grinned wide and seemed almost to bounce as he watched Laura. Suddenly he stopped, as if a vicious new thought had occured to him.
"You made the right choice. Living is all- kill anyone to stay that way."
At the sound of Rain's cry he turned and scanned the commotion.
"Well, looks like I want to be over there."
Bradley wandered over, "If he killed Dan then the B***ard got everything he deserved, I'm dissapointed we couldn't do any worse..." he said with a sneer. He brightened up a bit and said "maybe we should do something for Dan, everyones feeling a little guilty right now and maybe a funeral might ease it, we can remember what drove us to such extremes..."
OCC: Sorry about being absent for a while, I havn't really had the time to put toghether a decent post but I'll try and keep up to date with everything.
OCC: Sorry about being absent for a while, I havn't really had the time to put toghether a decent post but I'll try and keep up to date with everything.
OOC: So what? Am i really dead? ah well, it was fun as long as it lasted.
IC: Sigguard tried his best, but failed to convince the others of his innocence. Now he was being dragged away, dragged to a nearly certain doom, as punishment for a crime he didn't commit. It was over
He tried to break free from them, but it was fruitless. Laura had tried to soothe him, it didn't help, nothing could help, he was dead.
He wept, the door to his doom in sight. He was thrown outside. A knife was thrown in front of him, he didn't know if it was to take his own life, or try to protect it.
The door closed, and he was alone.
IC: Sigguard tried his best, but failed to convince the others of his innocence. Now he was being dragged away, dragged to a nearly certain doom, as punishment for a crime he didn't commit. It was over
He tried to break free from them, but it was fruitless. Laura had tried to soothe him, it didn't help, nothing could help, he was dead.
He wept, the door to his doom in sight. He was thrown outside. A knife was thrown in front of him, he didn't know if it was to take his own life, or try to protect it.
The door closed, and he was alone.
Gremlin stood up, his face showing no emotion. "There is one word for this." he said, then paused. "Tits." He gave a sad chuckle, and shook his head. "So one man turns on another? Makes the one man survive, perhaps, Gremlin will admit, but in that logic there is only safety when the man is alone. Gremlin can see that logic. Gremlin always been alone." he sat down, and sighed. "But methinks humanity needs more than one person to continue, yes?"
He heard the call as someone sighted Johnny, but stayed sitting where he was.
He heard the call as someone sighted Johnny, but stayed sitting where he was.