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The Red Death
NarutardDate: Tu, 28.February.12, 11:30 PM | Message # 1
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A plague has struck the New World, taking thousands every week, every day...The governments, all humans have turned against the supernatural, blaming them for the deaths that are befalling the war, ignoring the fact that their people are dying too. Now, they are run from their homes, trying to find shelter from the Red Death themselves. How do you fight?

What is the Red Death? Good Question:
The fingernails turn blue then gray then black, followed by skin turning to a dead white. The eyes then become bloodshot and pupils fully dialated, leaving no iris visible. Red circles begin forming in random places and then sickness sweeps in. The mark of death is when the deepest red circle appears on your chest above your heart, you die within two days after that

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More when I can actually think-Spetsnaz
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Tis now the very witching time of night when hell itself breathes contagion
 
DepressedDuckDate: Fr, 16.March.12, 10:37 PM | Message # 51
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I poke my wolf head out from behind a wall.
A man, holding a gun at the elf.


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NarutardDate: Fr, 16.March.12, 10:38 PM | Message # 52
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Ginny
I held his gaze and smiled, reading in his eyes that we were playing the same game.


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DepressedDuckDate: Fr, 16.March.12, 10:41 PM | Message # 53
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Stare off. Like an old western.
I still had half my head around the wall. The gun-man could see me, the elf, not.


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NarutardDate: Fr, 16.March.12, 10:41 PM | Message # 54
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Ginny
I pushed to my feet and brushed off myself, pulling my hood back up. My eyes moved back to his. "Ginny."


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DepressedDuckDate: Fr, 16.March.12, 10:47 PM | Message # 55
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I smirked.
I knew it.


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NarutardDate: Fr, 16.March.12, 10:47 PM | Message # 56
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Ginny
"I need to get there," I said.


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DepressedDuckDate: Fr, 16.March.12, 10:51 PM | Message # 57
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My eyes widened.
He will not eat ME. I will KILL HIM before he EATS ME.


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NarutardDate: Fr, 16.March.12, 10:53 PM | Message # 58
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Ginny
I turned and saw the wolf boy again. I was silent for quite a while. "Yes, he is."


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DepressedDuckDate: Fr, 16.March.12, 10:55 PM | Message # 59
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I was not sure what to make of this.
I need to thank her once i'm out of sight of the gunman.


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DepressedDuckDate: Fr, 16.March.12, 10:59 PM | Message # 60
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I walked out a bit more, staying behind the elf.
Vampire. Knew it.


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NarutardDate: Fr, 16.March.12, 11:01 PM | Message # 61
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Ginny
I walked beside the vampire, listening.


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DepressedDuckDate: Fr, 16.March.12, 11:02 PM | Message # 62
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"Yes it is," i think to myself, following the elf and vampire.

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DepressedDuckDate: Fr, 16.March.12, 11:09 PM | Message # 63
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I'm not sure it's supposed to be torn...
I look up, confused.


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NarutardDate: Fr, 16.March.12, 11:11 PM | Message # 64
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Ginny
I looked at it. "Is this it?"


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DepressedDuckDate: Fr, 16.March.12, 11:20 PM | Message # 65
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What is he doing?
All i could do was follow the elf.


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NarutardDate: Fr, 16.March.12, 11:20 PM | Message # 66
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Ginny
I followed him curiously.


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NarutardDate: Fr, 16.March.12, 11:30 PM | Message # 67
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Ginny
I walked in his footsteps to keep boredom from my mind.


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NarutardDate: Fr, 16.March.12, 11:32 PM | Message # 68
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Ginny
"are we riding in this?"


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DepressedDuckDate: Fr, 16.March.12, 11:32 PM | Message # 69
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Mm.
Scavenger vampires are very dangerous.


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NarutardDate: Fr, 16.March.12, 11:37 PM | Message # 70
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Ginny
I shrugged and opened the door for the shifter.


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DepressedDuckDate: Fr, 16.March.12, 11:37 PM | Message # 71
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I wagged my tail for one or 2 sweeps, then stopped it, realizing the stupidity of the action.

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DepressedDuckDate: Fr, 16.March.12, 11:38 PM | Message # 72
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I then leapt inside.
(Latepost grumble grumble...)


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DepressedDuckDate: Fr, 16.March.12, 11:41 PM | Message # 73
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Unsure of what he meant, i just shifted and took a seat in the back silently.

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NarutardDate: Fr, 16.March.12, 11:45 PM | Message # 74
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Ginny
I climbed into the passenger seat.


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NarutardDate: Fr, 16.March.12, 11:48 PM | Message # 75
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Ginny
"So...where are we goin?" I asked.


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