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| Narutard | Date: Tu, 14.July.15, 8:07 PM | Message # 1 |
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| July 14, 1978 Piisgah, North Carolina
They've officially shut down the school. News and Media Outlets show up to my hospital room at all hours of the day, I wish they'd all just leave me alone. Don't they understand that...that...that all my friends are dead? I cant close my eyes without seeing their faces, screaming, begging for me to help them, I...I should have died with them. I shouldn't be alive.
We were just doing a stupid prank, we graduated, we were going to our different colleges in the fall, we wanted to play one last, stupid prank on the highschool that had been our hell for four years. Now it will be their hell forever...it should be mine too. What I saw, I can't even explain. It was an overwhelming darkness, just permeated throughout the school. It overwhelmed us, such awful noises, shrieks and screams. It was suffocating, and even before they started attacking, it felt like we were gonna die. Through the light on our phones...we...we tried to find the exit, but it was nowhere. It felt like we were someplace else entirely, not the school anymore. Then Alice got snatched, her face full of terror, and her scream echoed for minutes. And everyone began disappearing, one after the other, and then there were three of us. George, Yates, and me. We could see the door, it was a hundred feet away, but everything was crowding in around us. We sprinted. I heard George fall but I didn't turn around. My name in his screams will haunt me forever. Yates was holding my hand, and I remember thinking if I got out of this alive I would marry him. And then my arm jerked.
I whirled around to find Yates suspended in mid-air, hanging as if on a crucifix, his arms thrown wide, blood falling from his palms. He twitched once and exploded. I'm not joking...he exploded. I felt his blood splash all over me, and I couldn't even scream. All I saw were the horrible monsters that had been behind him: enormous, gruesome beasts not of this world. I turned and ran.
Now I'm here, alive. They haven't found any bodies, and I think they think I killed them all. I feel like I did...I should be with them. I should be with them. I should be with them. I should be with them. I should be with them. I should be with them. I should be with them. I should be with them. I should be with them. I should be with them. I should be with them. I should be with them. I should be with them. I should be with them. I should be with them. I should be with them. I should be with them. I should be with them. I should be with them. I should be with them. I should be with them. I should be with them. I should be with them. I should be with them. I should be with them. I should be with them. I should be with them. I should be with them. I should be with them. I should be with them.
I should be with them.
Reagan Woods was found hanging from the ceiling of her hospital room the next week, marking all of the infamous Pisgah Six dead. Since then, Pisgah High School has been closed to everyone, forgotten and abandoned for 37 years. Today marks the anniversary of their deaths and a group of friends from the new Pisgah High School (teasingly nicknamed PJ for Pisgah Jr.) want to celebrate their recent graduation by spending the night in the haunted high school. You are part of that group, adequately named the New Pisgah Six.
(Everyone is limited to one character, in hopes that everyone active on the site currently will join. If not everyone joins, I will fill in the remaining characters.)
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Tis now the very witching time of night when hell itself breathes contagion
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| Narutard | Date: We, 26.August.15, 7:39 AM | Message # 676 |
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| "You can do it Scott!" Mickey cheered.
Garret watched quietly. They'd all have to do this. This would be fun. "Why don't you stop trying to be a big hero and let us all figure it out together Mort. You're being kind of selfish."
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| Raz | Date: We, 26.August.15, 8:37 AM | Message # 677 |
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I grab the bone up off the floor as I charged past the Hydra. I turn and look at the hydra as it rears back and lunges at me with two of it's head, but I lurched off the side of one of the heads and stab the rib through it's eye straight to it's brain. I looked at the other head when had turn and lunged at me again but I threw myself on my back underneath the head and blasted a hole through it's head. I look at the other heads and see the other five rearing up, "Fuck." I jump to my feet and dived underneath the heads which all snapped at where I was. "Man this is fuckin' bullshit." I say as I turn and empty a round through one's neck to it's brain. One of the head turned around and bit my leg and lifted me into the air, but as I got high up I fire another round in it's head and immediately regretted it. I got dropped but as I fell I grabbed one of the heads and fired another round in it's head. I slid down the neck and rolled onto the floor then rolled again to avoid the other head which came at me and emptied another round into it. I look at the last one which had reared up at me. I jumped to my feet and felt agony rip through my body then rolled over to the rib bone and ripped it out, turned around, and stabbed the Snake through the side of it's head. then collapsed onto my back. My leg was super fucked, it has two pellets in there and got shredded by the Hydra's bite.
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| Dillon0909 | Date: We, 26.August.15, 9:53 AM | Message # 678 |
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| Mort sighed and said "I'm trying to do something about this..."
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| Ilovedogs2 | Date: We, 26.August.15, 10:08 AM | Message # 679 |
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| Raven finally looked up as Scott finished his round. Her stomach finally stopped feeling queasy and she felt a little better.
It's time.
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| Dillon0909 | Date: We, 26.August.15, 10:17 AM | Message # 680 |
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| Mort looked down and did started to cheer for Scott
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| Narutard | Date: We, 26.August.15, 10:28 AM | Message # 681 |
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| The Demon King clapped slowly. "Very well, that was good. Next?" Scott disappeared and reappeared in the stands, leg healing slowly. Mort appeared on the floor and a low growl rippled across the arena. Mickey scanned the area from where she hung and paled. A werewolf was prowling across the dirt.
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| Equinox | Date: We, 26.August.15, 11:19 AM | Message # 682 |
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| "Ah man, which one of us do you think is gonna be last, Garrett? Because I'm sure he saves the best for last." I said, quite seriously, observing Mort's opponent.
What tip can I give him, other than hit it with the hammer? He's at a disadvantage. That thing is huge, deadly, and I bet it's fast too. That warhammer is huge and deadly, but slow. That werewolf can take a hit I bet, but I doubt Mort can. I doubt the werewolf can infect him, because that could give him an advantage in the future, and the demon king wouldn't like that.
I don't see a way he could win, but I don't want to doubt him.
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| Raz | Date: We, 26.August.15, 11:36 AM | Message # 683 |
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I look at where Mickey was looking and saw the bastard, "Fuck." I mutter as I pull out some of the Shotgun shells and stagger to my feet, "HEY MORTY, IT'S YOUR FAVORITE BEASTY!" I yell and throw the rounds into the arena.
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| Dillon0909 | Date: We, 26.August.15, 2:12 PM | Message # 684 |
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| (Naru...I love you XD)
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| Narutard | Date: We, 26.August.15, 2:41 PM | Message # 685 |
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| (Yeee)
"It's totally gonna be you man. Or Mickey. She hasn't fought yet and I'm sure with no weapon her fight will be seen as the "most entertaining." Garret shook his head.
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| Dillon0909 | Date: We, 26.August.15, 2:52 PM | Message # 686 |
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| Mort looekd eyed to eye with the werewolf in front of him. This is it...this is the beast that was haunting his nightmares. He readied his warhammer and decided to swing it at the thing.
(Mind if I control my own fightsy please?)
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| Narutard | Date: We, 26.August.15, 3:01 PM | Message # 687 |
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| (Yah)
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| Dillon0909 | Date: We, 26.August.15, 3:12 PM | Message # 688 |
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The thing jumped over it. Mort kept swinging the thing, but the thing was just jumping over it again and again and again. The slow Warhammer was doing crap all against the werewolf's speed. It was all he had though, so Mort swung one more time when it grabbed the thing and chucked the warhammer into the wall leaving Mort without any weapon. In a split second the beast rammed Mort in the side sending him against some of the rubble the Orc left when he was trying to smash Raven.
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| Equinox | Date: We, 26.August.15, 4:13 PM | Message # 689 |
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| "Let's hope she's a prize, and not entertainment." I said, watching Mort's fight with worry. It's going to tear into him any moment now, unless he can do something with what Scott threw him.
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| Raz | Date: We, 26.August.15, 5:26 PM | Message # 690 |
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I looked at my leg, "Damn, I sure got fucked up eh?" I say to a nearby succubus with a laugh. as I fall back onto my ass.
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| Dillon0909 | Date: We, 26.August.15, 8:39 PM | Message # 691 |
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| Mort looked up and then just barely avoid the werewolf slashing at him. He smirked as the werewolf struck rock, but than his eyes widened as it's claws went through it like a hot knife through butter. Mort gulped slightly, and his little in awe impression got him distracted enough for the werewolf to leap at him and going to slash at him. Mort reacting quickly by kicking up which sent the werewolf behind him. Mort sighed with relief but groaned when the werewolf got back up which means only one thing, that didn't do anything to him. Mort noticed the warhammer and decided to finally go and grab it and started to run towards it.
Being a bit out of shape, this did not go well as the werewolf grabbed him from behind and tossed him against the arena floor. It stomped on his head and started grinding Mort's face against the ground.
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| Narutard | Date: We, 26.August.15, 10:27 PM | Message # 692 |
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| Mickey stared in shock, unable to look away but wanting to very badly.
"Mort! C'mon man! You almost killed me today, fuck that guy up!" Garret called.
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| Dillon0909 | Date: We, 26.August.15, 11:20 PM | Message # 693 |
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| As Mort's head kept getting grinded the werewolf started lick it's lips ready to eat finally finish Mort and eat him. It picked Mort up and tossed him against the wall near the embedded warhammer. It then held Mort up by his head as it licked it's lips in anticipation. The thing pinned Mort against the wall and then took a big bite into his shoulder as Mort cried out in pure agony.
On instinct alone Mort grabbed the back of it's head and pulled the beasts head off him, and slammed the beasts head into the wall to break it's grip. Mort was than kicked away by it right under the warhammer. The beast did a running leap now anger as Mort at the last second grabbed the beast and impaled it's head through the handle of the hammer. The thing slowly turned to it's human form signalling it's death. As Mort collapsed against the wall. Mort muttered "I did it...yay..." Exausted
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| Equinox | Date: Th, 27.August.15, 0:33 AM | Message # 694 |
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| "Good thing that hammer has a spike on the bottom of it." I mumbled, observing his victory.
So who's going next?
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| Narutard | Date: Th, 27.August.15, 7:39 AM | Message # 695 |
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| (You know that doesn't mean he's going to be able to turn into a werewolf right, I said no supernatural)
Mickey was quiet, sick to her stomach. Mott reappeared in the stands, his shoulder slowly healing and Garret appeared on the floor. "Called it," he mumbled. The arena turned very cold and he gripped his sword tighter. Hissing sounds carried from across the floor.
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| Raz | Date: Th, 27.August.15, 8:41 AM | Message # 696 |
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I stand and start around the Arena, looking for the combatant.
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| Equinox | Date: Th, 27.August.15, 9:45 AM | Message # 697 |
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| I started looking at different angles, trying to spot whatever he's facing. "You see it, Scott?"
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| Ilovedogs2 | Date: Th, 27.August.15, 10:04 AM | Message # 698 |
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| Raven stood up from the stands and looked around. Garret's round interested her for some reason. "Can't see his opponent."
It's time.
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| Dillon0909 | Date: Th, 27.August.15, 12:27 PM | Message # 699 |
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| (I know, I only did that just in case you suddenly get the mood to. Like we agreed on)
Mort looked at the arena too now in a lot less pain. He said to himself "Deathly cold, maybe it's undead..." He heard hissing sounds "Hmm, that hissing..maybe it's a Naga...Half human half snake. Their cold blooded..." He paused "Nah to cold..." He than started to think "Well I did just fight a werewolf, could be a vampire" He noticed something that hasn't happened for a long time. He was actually getting excited naturally for once. Sure it was mostly fear but...it was nice. "Could be a yeti..."
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| Narutard | Date: Th, 27.August.15, 12:34 PM | Message # 700 |
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| "Oi Mort, do me a favor and shut the fuck up. Since y'know you tried to kill me and all?" Garret called, looking around. A cloaked form shimmered into existence a little ways away from him. It reached out towards him and Garret felt cold all over. "Jesus, creepy mother fucker aren't you." Garret began circling, giving it a wide berth. It's pointed fingers followed him, and he could feel the empty gaze beneath its hood.
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