EPT[M][N]The Void Mafia - Page 157
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batsnacks
United States4466 Posts
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Wile E. Coyote
Mexico790 Posts
On January 31 2015 07:55 batsnacks wrote: Come one SL you've got 5 minutes. Let's see this plan I'm really intrigued. ^ | ||
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Artanis[Xp]
Netherlands12968 Posts
Night 4 ![[image loading]](http://i.imgur.com/kd4X9tM.gif) Guestwritten by Mimeux Not this shit again. I mean, not that this is exactly the same as the first time I’d died. This time had really fucking sucked and I get the distinct feeling that I’m not making it back to my body this time. Not that I’ve got a body to go back to. It’s like, what do you want from me, God? I leave the Blyesian Security service, I…Well; guess I didn’t stop killing people. What do I look like, a saint? Always assumed good ole God would send me on a one way ticket to Hell, anyways. If there is a God, you know. No evidence yet; so far, I just see a whole lot of space. Well, not see exactly. What is it that spirits do? Feel space? Maybe this is Hell, just floating around aimlessly in space, never seeing another soul as long as you live… Except, I can feel people here; it’s weird, I’m still getting used to the whole not seeing thing. As I read the energy signatures, I can’t help but think about how everyone was before…Vaporization. Rupert always had his nose so fucking high in the air I always wondered how he didn’t get dizzy with how thin the atmosphere was up there. If there was dangerous tech left lying about, or the shattered remains of glasses, it was always Laura; woman would forget her own head if it wasn’t attached, and her lack of common sense is pretty fucking legendary. Always had at least four pairs of magnifying glasses on her person, for her work she’d always said. I think she just liked smashing things; I know the look of a person that just wants to hurt something. Adam I’d liked on his less whiny days; when I got him to shut up about his fucking sensors and got a drink in him, he’d actually been funny. Juliana had been paranoid of me, like she was of everyone. I’d asked her once about the runic token on a chain around her neck, and she’d nearly bit my fucking head off; I’d given her a wide berth after that. Donovan and Hyriel…Well, I hadn’t seen much of them. I’d been pretty jealous of that situation actually; must be nice to have someone you can confide in that completely, to have someone foil you so well. Also, I’d always just assumed they were banging instead of being antisocial. Ozzie, that storage employee kid; he’s blathering on in the afterlife about his damn dog. And about how much of a looker I am; don’t have to tell me. In the cacophonous deluge of thoughts assaulting my un-mind, his are the only I can clearly pick out. I read the rest of them through that peculiar sense of feel; rage, paranoia, disbelief, and above all, fear. I tune them out as best I can and try to wrap my mind around what happened to us. Inside job? Not like I’d been with this crew for long, not long enough to establish any relationship of substance with anyone. I’m just hired muscle, after all, though I wish I’d paid more attention to the social aspect of it all. Laura had some unrequited thing for Rupert, but I swear if I’m dead because of some bitch’s schoolgirl fit, I’m going to…Well, float around. Shit. Juliana had thought Donovan and Hyriel had been acting strangely, but I’d hardly considered it a security concern. Quite honestly I wouldn’t have been surprised if it was Adam, finally snapped after all of Rupert’s constant questioning of his skills. At least, that was the assessment I’d made as security. No, I don’t think any of that’s accurate; makes for a good story, though. Far more likely, those Blyesian bastards found me. I’d been their best agent, after all. Must be hard to run a less-than-legal business without the person ensuring they’d been getting contracts. It was a dirty little secret they’d made of me, hitting their competitions employers to prove those protected by the Blyesian security service were the ones who survived. I still taste acrid metal, feel it coating my throat; even in death, fighting the Blyesian brainwashing takes its toll. The security service is a hulking, defunct beast built with the blood of those I’d helped destroy; a desperately hungry animal clawing at scraps. Just because they turned me into a killing machine they expected me to follow them around blindly for the rest of my life? Did that, died in their service, no thanks. As cold as I am, though, I never wanted people to get caught in the crossfire like this. Who blows up a whole ship for one woman? Well, one woman and the money they’d stand to gain, so fuck a body count; it’s always about the money with them. I’d just like to take a moment to say, for some goon merc, I’m handling this dying thing pretty damn well. Maybe because I’ve gotten a chance to do it before, though, only in half measure; this time we’re going all the way. Speaking of which, definitely should have gotten laid before…You know, dying again. I’m still sort of wishing this is all like last time, and any minute I’m going to wake up. I said I was handling it pretty well, not perfectly. Nebulas and space anomalies and questionable crew members – this shit only happens to me, I swear. Until I hear the metallic staccato klunking that’s become familiar over the last few days. I turn my attention towards the Void, and I feel the creature; malicious intent, an unrelenting desire to feed. Space seems to be torn asunder around it; maybe that’s what’s actually going on here. Not death, but some stepping stone to something else. Unintended, obviously; this thing wants me dead even though I am dead, and I can feel it’s hatred with every fiber of my un-being. Marry... Yeah, that’s me. Not so lucky this time. It doesn’t have a voice, just thoughts that seem to invade my very soul; thoughts slicker than midnight and darker than the devil himself. It strips my defenses bare; gone is the woman who defected from an organization after losing her life, who survived a civil war. I’m all of five years old again, staring terrified into a shadow I can’t escape, the darkness closing in around me so thick I can’t think to breathe. I feel coils of some sick, pulsating energy caging me in, stifling the little life I have left. It’s the pull of the thing that gets me, fueled by a hunger I can’t begin to understand. It unleashes its energy, tossing me like a ragdoll into the dark rift that swallows me whole with fear; I died twice, do I really have to suffer through this a third time? …Not this shit again. Oatsmaster the Lost Spirit has been sucked into the void. It is now Night 4. It ends in | ||
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Wile E. Coyote
Mexico790 Posts
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Wile E. Coyote
Mexico790 Posts
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Wile E. Coyote
Mexico790 Posts
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sicklucker
Canada16987 Posts
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batsnacks
United States4466 Posts
On January 31 2015 08:03 sicklucker wrote: Sign. It didnt matter bats it was a 4-2 vote no one was here so I focused on the other game Yeah I knew your plan didn't matter. That's why I voted Wile. | ||
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batsnacks
United States4466 Posts
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sicklucker
Canada16987 Posts
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batsnacks
United States4466 Posts
On January 31 2015 08:11 sicklucker wrote: I just did it incase it did matter. Partly for information. But unfortunately no one gives two shits about this game and no one was here. Its new years ever again and im gonna throw it for town What info did you gain? Your plan worked exactly as planned. I voted Wile. What info do you have now that you didn't have before I voted Wile? | ||
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Wile E. Coyote
Mexico790 Posts
On January 31 2015 08:11 sicklucker wrote: I just did it incase it did matter. Partly for information. But unfortunately no one gives two shits about this game and no one was here. Its new years ever again and im gonna throw it for town There is no world in which it ever would have mattered... | ||
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batsnacks
United States4466 Posts
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Vivax
22089 Posts
So it's back to Wile and snacks for me. On January 31 2015 08:02 Wile E. Coyote wrote: A performance like this should be banworthy 100 %. Indeed. | ||
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Alakaslam
United States17336 Posts
On January 31 2015 09:07 Vivax wrote: Oats play or better: Didn't play towards his wincon. I couldn't believe he was town any more throwing the game like that for no reason. So it's back to Wile and snacks for me. Indeed. I agree with you. | ||
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sicklucker
Canada16987 Posts
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Vivax
22089 Posts
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Vivax
22089 Posts
Might swap him one of bats or Wyle. Ugh. Idk | ||
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Wile E. Coyote
Mexico790 Posts
Explain. | ||
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Alakaslam
United States17336 Posts
It was either oats and Vivax or you and Bats; bats goes next I say. He is universally considered scum. | ||
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