EPTDay 3: Massacre
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Drazerk was walking down the street at night, when a masked man emerged from a doorway in front of him. Taking no heed, Drazerk walked past him. He had business to attend to.
However, the man from the doorway followed him, and after walking another block, Drazerk turned around and confronted him. He stared up at the mask, with its grotesque and distorted features, and felt the first twinges of trepidation, as he shouted, "Who the Hell are you, you freak, and what do you think you're doing following me!?"
The masked man did not answer at first, but simply stared. He then cocked his head to the side, and calmly replied, "Someone scum like you should fear". The man then lifted the shotgun he had been carrying, hidden by his side, and unloaded into the center of Drazerk's chest.
Drazerk the Mafia Framer has been shot in the street!
Sandroba looked up from the gurney he had been strapped down to. He struggled, but could achieve little movement besides simply wriggling his fingers and toes.
He stared in fear, at the man who circled the room around him, slowly pacing, letting the light play off the sharp scalpel in his hand. Sandroba was helpless, and the idea that this man had complete control over his fate distressed him.
Stopping behind Sandroba's head, the man looked down, straight into his face. He smiled, wickedly.
"Why don't we play doctor? That sounds like fun, doesn't it?"
Sandroba's eyes opened even wider at the words, and he began to scream, as his murderer made the first incision.
Sandroba the Medic has died on the operating table!
Tnkted gazed up into the eyes of his opponent. He wouldn't show any weakness before the end. The man had tried to get the drop on him, but Tnkted was no slouch, and was able to put up a decent fight against his ambusher. However, as they had brawled through his office, Tnkted's strength eventually failed, and he fell beneath the blows of his adversary. Now he stood above Tnkted, victorious. He slowly pulled a revolver from behind his back, "Any last words?".
Tnkted looked up and spat at his attacker, "Fuck you, scum".
The other man, instead of responding with anger, merely smiled. "You know", he said, walking closer to Tnkted, "we're better than you. You might call us scum, but we're superior. We're faster, stronger, and smarter. We'll win in the end, you'll see". The grin widened, "Or, maybe you won't".
Tnkted the Detective has been found shot in his office!
xtfftc stumbled forward, splashing into the water. He heard the crunch footsteps in sand, as his assailant followed him. xtfftc clenched his fingers into the mud, and tried to scrabble forward, pulling himself. He didn't make it far, however, before he felt a heavy boot in the center of his back and was pushed back down. He tried to get up again, but this time it was his head that was being pushed down, into the water. He struggled to breathe, as he took water into his lungs, and each time he managed to bring his head above the water long enough to cough and breathe, it was quickly pushed back down. Soon enough, though, his struggles became weaker, and eventually ceased, before his corpse was left afloat, water gently lapping around it near the shore.
xtfftc the Detective has been drowned!
hyshes walked through the halls of the empty school in quiet contemplation. He had been there to give a speech on the dangers of crime facing the city of Liquidia, and how the children could help, by making sure to obey the law and report any suspicious behaviour to the police. hyshes knew it probably wouldn't do too much, but the kids were young and still learning, and after many years on the force, he knew the sooner you could get to them, the sooner you could stop them from entering a life of violence and crime.
He smiled, as he exited the building. He knew he had done his part to help. He was still smiling, when the gunman took his first shot from across the parking lot, catching hyshes in the chest. He dropped to the ground, but could do nothing to stop the bleeding. He tried to find where the bullet had come from, but could see nothing in the dark.
Hyshes the Veteran has bled out in a parking lot!
Over the years, killing had become a ceremony. It was a solemn occasion, a sacred one, and he took it seriously. He owed at least that much to his victims, and tonight was no different. He looked down at Annul, who lay on the ground bleeding, several large slashes drawing crimson lines across his chest and abdomen. It was artistry, and his victims were his canvas. They should feel honoured, for being able to participate in this rite, he thought. Instead, he was only met with looks of fear and pain, and again, tonight was no different. Annul tried to crawl away, but he made slow progress. The other man let him inch along for a small time, contemplating the significance of the attempted escape. He then walked forward and plunged his sword through Annul's back and heart, killing him instantly.
Annul the Vanilla Townie has been slain!
Zephridd walked down the alley, listening to his MP3 player and oblivious to the outside world. He took this route home every day after work, and didn't worry about how secluded and cut off from the public it was. The alleys were normally empty, and the worst he'd ever seen in them were some bums or burned out drug addicts. Nothing serious, and nothing he was worried about.
It was unfortunate that he had decided to cut out his sense of sound that night, however. If he hadn't, he might have been able to hear the footsteps of the person following him. Instead, Zephridd was ignorant of the presence of the other, until they came close enough to grab him around the throat and plunge a knife into his back. Zephridd gasped with the first strike, which was repeated several more times in quick succession, before he was gently laid to rest against one of the alley walls.
Zephridd the Vanilla Townie has been laid to rest!
Hassybaby smacked his lips as he pulled another doughnut from the box and brought it to his mouth. Protecting the sheriff was a hard job, and the food kept him going through his long shifts. It was easier now, though. He used to have to protect the mayor too, until that angry mob had beat him to death outside the town hall. He didn't worry about that too much, though, and just treated it as a learning experience. You can't win them all.
Hassybaby smiled at his cleverness, as he finished his pastry and moved to grab another from the box. His hand froze on the way there, however, as he felt pain through his left arm. The pain quickly moved to his chest, and he gasped and fell out of his chair. He tried to reach his phone to call 911, but was unable to, and within seconds, flopped onto his back, dead.
Hassybaby the Vanilla Townie Bodyguard has been poisoned!
Layabout's death could have been attributed to either bad luck, or fate. He had been walking down the street on his way to work, when a gunfight had broken out between two groups of men. It would later be learned that the fight had been between a group of undercover police officers and members of the mafia, but that information did nothing to change the aftermath.
Layabout had dived behind a parked car as soon as the first shots rang out, his hands on his head and curled into a ball. When there was a pause in the shooting, he slowly straightened out, and then had had the misfortune to decide to poke his head above the level of the car and see what was happening. His appearance was met by a bullet to the forehead, as he was mistaken for a member of the police.
Layabout the Vanilla Townie has been killed in a crossfire!
Supersoft followed the usher out of the theater. There was a man outside, asking for him by name, and claiming it was an emergency. He didn't particularly like the film, so it wasn't a great sacrifice to leave and see what the man wanted. Still carrying his popcorn, he followed his guide to the back doors of the theatre, where he was shown out.
The doors closed behind him, and Supersoft turned around, then turned around again, as a man walked out of the darkness.
"Are you the one who asked for me?", Supersoft stammered, "who are you?"
The man said nothing, and instead raised the small pistol he was holding, taking careful aim at the stupefied Supersoft before shooting him.
Supersoft crumpled to the ground, and the other man stepped forward to the body. Kneeling, he extracted the bag of popcorn from where it was still clenched in Supersoft's hands, and ate a few pieces. Getting up and still carrying the bag of popcorn he walked away, back into the darkness.
Supersoft the Vanilla Townie has been shot!
There are clues in this post.
A Double Lynch has been enacted!
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