Nevill,
Viata,
Duraframe300,
a bear named spigot, and
Grimgravy close in on
Corporate_Jew_Master, daggers gleaming.
The Jew Master tried to manuvuer his way around his executioners, but is backed into a corner. When he realized there is no escape, he prays desperately to his jew god, Moloch for salvation.
"You were just too quiet. It's only logical to kill you off." said nevill. The Jew Master looked into the eyes of Nevill, hoping to provoke some kind of empathy, but it was hopeless.
Nevill stabbed Corporate Jew Master in the gut and twisted the knife.
"for the codex."
One by one, the survivors stabbed Corporate Jew Master, until he breathed his last...
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"Goodnight, men. We may have slain one killer, but another is still on the loose. May you all be extra careful tonight." said Duraframe. The survivors retreated into their chambers and lock the doors, each one praying that they would survive the night.
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nevill opened his eyes. He can hear the morning birds chirp outside his window. He breathed a sigh of relief, for he had survived the night. He unlocked his door to check in on the others.
Nevill knocked on the door of Grimgravy first, the only confirmed innocent except for himself. No response. He turned the doorknob.
that's strange... I thought we all locked our doors... thought nevill.
"wake up, grimgravy." said nevill as he walked towards the slumbering codexer. It wasn't until he was at the foot of the bed when he saw...
Grimgravys face was frozen in horror. His two eyes were replaced with freshly picked strawberries. Fresh fruit jam mixed with blood flowed out of his open mouth, like a delicious erupting volcano.
Nevill ran in panic, screaming for help, but nobody answered. He ran down the hallway to his nemesis, Viatas room. Although they had fought and bickered, Nevill knew Viata was far too erratic to be the killer, and trusted him deeply.
When Nevill opened the door, the stench of gasoline and burning hair pushed him back. On the bed was all that was left of Viata: a charred skeleton.
Nevill scrambled out of the room and shut the door behind him.
This can't be happening... There's only one killer left, how are there two bodies?
Theories of faked deaths and a third killer raced through his head, but Nevill knew that the simplest answer was usually the most plausible. He screwed up.
Corporate Jew Master was innocent. Nevill wept in the hallway, the guilt of being responsible for so many of his friends deaths weighed on him like a sack of bricks made out of solid despair.
"Duraframe..."
"a bear named spigot..."
"They played us like a damn fiddle!"
THUMP THUMP THUMP
Heavy footsteps stomped down the hallway. Nevill jumped up like a startled cat and dashed into a bathroom and locked the door. The only escape routes were a small window and a vent. Nevil stood on the toilet, desperately clawing at the screws that held the vent closed. For a moment, he regretted clipping his fingernails last night.
*THERE'S NO ESCAPING NOW, CASUAL SCUM* rang a muffled yet inhumanly loud voice from behind the door.
Nevill gives up on the vent shaft and tries opening the window instead, but it's jammed shut. He screams as the head of a fire axe penetrates the wooden door.
*HERE'S INCLINE!!!*
The vault boy head peeks through the hole in the wall, and Nevill recognizes the clothing. It's Duraframe. Nevill grabs an object to defend himself; it's one of
Excommunicator 's horse dildos. He briefly considers throwing it at Duraframe, but decides to break the window with it.
The mighty girth of the equine phallus is enough to smash the window. Nevill crawls through the window just as Duraframe hacks the door off its hinges. Duraframe grabs Nevills foot and winds up to chop it off, but Nevills slipper slides off, knocking Duraframe off balance. Nevill runs half-barefoot into the dark forest as Duraframe struggles to get his giant vault boy head through the window.
Feet bleeding from running barefoot, Nevill loses sight of the manor. In every direction is nothing but trees now.
The woods... The natural habitat for bears...
a bear named spigot leaps forward and knocks Nevill down. Its claws dig deep gashes into Nevills chest. Nevill swings his horse dildo at the bear, slapping it right in the face but to no effect. Spigot lunges and barely misses as Nevill stumbles backwards. The bear winds back, and then emits a blast of fire from its mouth, incinerating everything in front of it. The man is barely avoids the fire blast, losing only all of his hair on his head.
A bear named spigot stops for a moment to recharge its solar energy, and the last survivor uses that opportunity to run. For what feels like hours, Nevill runs through the misty woods, hunted down by both a bear and by the vault boy, who had caught up with him.
Ahead, he sees a highway. Hoping to flag down a car, he waves his arms frantically, but nobody stops. The bushes rustle behind him, and he knows he has little time left. Nevill leaps into traffic hoping to stop a car. The last thing he hears is a blaring horn, before he was slammed against the windshield of a freighter truck.
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Nevill opens his eyes.
An unfamiliar ceiling...
It's a hospital room.
It's over. It's finally over. He made it out. Nevill cries tears of joy, alerting the nurse.
"What's wrong with me, doc? I can't feel my arms?"
The nurse sighs and reads Nevills patient information on a cilpboard.
"You broke several limbs, ribs and your spinal cord. You also have what appears to be a chunk of horse dildo permanently lodged in your skull. Unfortunately, we can't take it out without risking immediate death."
"The doctor will be with you shortly to discuss your situation in more detail."
The nurse leaves and holds the door for two doctors.
Disguised in scrubs and a surgical mask, Duraframe and a bear named spigot walk in.
"Hello Nevill. Are you ready for your operation?"
Duraframe puts on his surgical gloves as a bear named spigot holds a scalpel in its paw.
"This won't hurt a bit..."
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