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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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Where you plan to go for college: (College, City, State, keep in mind all local colleges should be located in NC even if made up)
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Tis now the very witching time of night when hell itself breathes contagion
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| Narutard | Date: We, 16.September.15, 2:37 PM | Message # 1851 |
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| The king grinned. "But it would have worked." He stepped back into the darkness and Mickey emerged. Her eyes were dead.
Tis now the very witching time of night when hell itself breathes contagion
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| Equinox | Date: We, 16.September.15, 2:51 PM | Message # 1852 |
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| I shuffled slightly. Do I go now and do my job? No, he's not here. If I move to stop her now, he may not come out at all.
I looked to the others for what they think on the situation.
A sane man in an insane world will go insane.
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| Ilovedogs2 | Date: We, 16.September.15, 2:53 PM | Message # 1853 |
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| "Mick...ey?" Raven asked, walking closer to her.
It's time.
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| Dillon0909 | Date: We, 16.September.15, 5:08 PM | Message # 1854 |
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| Mort looked at Mickey and clenched his fist, then looked at the shadows behind him. Luckily they thought of a plan B, but he wanted to make sure that this situation called for it. He didn't vanish from sight, he went back into the room..
I love Spooky Crap :D
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| Narutard | Date: Fr, 18.September.15, 1:58 AM | Message # 1855 |
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| Mickey grabbed her throat, slamming her into a wall. "Mickey's dead," she growled.
Garret cursed and looked to Mac.
Tis now the very witching time of night when hell itself breathes contagion
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| Ilovedogs2 | Date: Fr, 18.September.15, 2:15 AM | Message # 1856 |
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| "That's your take on it." Raven coughed out.
It's time.
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| Dillon0909 | Date: Fr, 18.September.15, 9:34 AM | Message # 1857 |
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| Welp this plan went to shit already. Time for Plan B, a distraction, Mort. However, Mort needed the all clear because honestly they didn't think they would have to do this.
I love Spooky Crap :D
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| Narutard | Date: Fr, 18.September.15, 10:05 AM | Message # 1858 |
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| Garret cut his eyes to Mort and shook his head. Mickey is Mac's job. Once she was restrained the king would be forced to come out.
Mickey laughed and threw her. Black flames swirled around her arms as she turned towards Raven, putting her back to the others. Garret signaled to Mac to go now, shock her while her back is turned.
Tis now the very witching time of night when hell itself breathes contagion
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| Ilovedogs2 | Date: Fr, 18.September.15, 10:17 AM | Message # 1859 |
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| Raven smirked up at her. "I know Mickey is still there or you have already burned me." She wiped a smudge of blood away from the corner of her mouth.
It's time.
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| Dillon0909 | Date: Fr, 18.September.15, 10:57 AM | Message # 1860 |
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| (was that a yes? Because Distaction means Mort jumps into the Shadows and makes sure the Demon King stays in one place (Probably getting his ass kicked XD)
I love Spooky Crap :D
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| Narutard | Date: Fr, 18.September.15, 12:06 PM | Message # 1861 |
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| (Nods his head = yes, shakes his head = no. This is universally accepted as true in the writing world. The only exception would be if it was phrased as such: "he shook his head yes" which I did not write)
Tis now the very witching time of night when hell itself breathes contagion
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| Dillon0909 | Date: Fr, 18.September.15, 12:19 PM | Message # 1862 |
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| Mort nodded and waited, guess it was to soon for Plan B.
I love Spooky Crap :D
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| Equinox | Date: Fr, 18.September.15, 12:47 PM | Message # 1863 |
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| My arm began glowing with electricity, as an orb of energy grew in my palm.
I appeared behind her in a lightning bolt, so I wouldn't give away the fact that the others were hiding. I aimed my demonic hand forward, and the orb unleashed enough volts to incapacitate a human of her size easily.
A sane man in an insane world will go insane.
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| Narutard | Date: Fr, 18.September.15, 3:00 PM | Message # 1864 |
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| Mickey screamed and stumbled, her limbs locking up as she began to seize.
Garret rushed out to Raven as the castle rumbled. "Grab her Mac!" He shouted. The demon king appeared, growling. "You're clever, I'll give you that."
Tis now the very witching time of night when hell itself breathes contagion
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| Equinox | Date: Fr, 18.September.15, 3:23 PM | Message # 1865 |
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| I quickly rushed forward, bear hugged her, and tried to bring her to the ground.
Don't screw this up guys, I really don't want to electrocute Mickey anymore.
A sane man in an insane world will go insane.
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| Raz | Date: Fr, 18.September.15, 3:26 PM | Message # 1866 |
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I walked out from behind the Demon King, "C'est la vie" I say to him as I spin my spear around again.
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Message edited by Raz - Fr, 18.September.15, 3:26 PM |
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| Ilovedogs2 | Date: Fr, 18.September.15, 3:34 PM | Message # 1867 |
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| Raven scrambled to her feet and took a few steps backward. Okay Mac has Mickey, now it's on the rest of us to take the King down. "I would have thought you caught on. Guess not."
It's time.
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| Narutard | Date: Fr, 18.September.15, 3:59 PM | Message # 1868 |
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| Mickey fought, trying to twist from his grasp. "Pathetic," she sneered, still spasming a little as she tried to get herself under control. "Can't let me go? I never loved you." No that isn't true...
The Demon King lashed out with his black magic, glaring. His anger made him risky, but his guard was also down.
Garret sliced at the magic with his sword, grinning balefully as it sliced in two, but it only became two attacks now.
Tis now the very witching time of night when hell itself breathes contagion
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| Equinox | Date: Fr, 18.September.15, 4:47 PM | Message # 1869 |
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| "I'm impressed you can still control this body while the demon king is busy." I sent another, smaller jolt through her to try and tame her. "Hrm, release you for more focus while putting two more people against him, or keep it up just so I can't throw in my own power? Tricky, isn't it? Seeing and hearing everything really makes it hard to focus, I bet. Can he turn off his all-hearing, or are my words just running through his head while he tries to defend himself? Me, just rambling on and on..."
A sane man in an insane world will go insane.
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| Narutard | Date: Fr, 18.September.15, 6:50 PM | Message # 1870 |
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| "Shut up!" She growled. Fires flickered dully on her arms but not enough to hurt. "You mean nothing!"
Tis now the very witching time of night when hell itself breathes contagion
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| Raz | Date: Fr, 18.September.15, 7:06 PM | Message # 1871 |
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I impaled my spear into the floor and sat against it, I wouldn't be able fight alongside the others.
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| Narutard | Date: Fr, 18.September.15, 7:12 PM | Message # 1872 |
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| "Raven. C'mon," Garret growled, shouldering the darkness. His arm stopped working and he cursed loudly.
The King threw out his arms. Darkness exploded outwards.
"Shut up!" She growled. Fires flickered dully on her arms but not enough to hurt. "You mean nothing!"
Tis now the very witching time of night when hell itself breathes contagion
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| Dillon0909 | Date: Fr, 18.September.15, 7:18 PM | Message # 1873 |
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| Mort ran towards the darkness, running through it and finally landing a punch on the Demon King's face. "I don't care if that did nothing, that felt SO good"
I love Spooky Crap :D
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| Ilovedogs2 | Date: Fr, 18.September.15, 7:18 PM | Message # 1874 |
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| "Shut up you and focus." Raven grumbled from beside him. She pushed against the darkness, threatening to overwhelm her. If they lost, they were all literally fucked.
It's time.
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| Narutard | Date: Fr, 18.September.15, 7:25 PM | Message # 1875 |
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| "Earth, Babe," Garret said. He felt his magic flicker. The Demon Kings concentration was in too many places at once.
"Too close," the King sneered. He drove his knife, dripping with poison, through Mort's shoulder, rendering his arm useless.
Mickey but hard on Mac's arm, the normal looking one, and tasted blood in her mouth. "Let me go, false demon!" She roared.
Tis now the very witching time of night when hell itself breathes contagion
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