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Post by abattoirs on Sept 20, 2009 23:30:17 GMT -5
Some hours later, Belladonna woke.
First one blink, then two. Dim light, corrugated steel walls, rumpled 'bedding' made of felt like.. grass, and leaves, and dirt. She moved to sit up and explore her surroundings further, yet was stopped by the sudden sensation that the world was spinning double time beneath her. She braced herself on the ground beneath her and sat still for a minute, willing the heartbeat pounding in her ears to slow.
When it finally did she opened her eyes once more - slowly, this time - and searched for her knapsack. Upon inspection, it contained all of that which had been in it prior to her... episode. Once she'd regained her general sense of self, she rose, slipping her pack on and shouldering her bow out of habit. Holding a hand to the rather goose-egg like bump on the side of her head, she peeked her head out of the door of the makeshift med ward, stepping out into the (rather painfully) bright sunlight.
She vaguely remembered being carried -- er, dragged, into the camp by some very angry sentries, who were either Polish or Hungarian judging by their accents, and then the last thing she consciously remembered was a familiar accent, something much closer to home. It had been British, and the familiarity comforted her. She stood quietly in the shadows for a long moment, listening for that voice again. Believing she'd found it, she started toward it, only to be accosted by two extremely burly sentries.
"Oh, for the love of God. Are you bloody kidding?! Do you honestly believe I am any threat with a dull knife, cracked bow, and bump on my cranium the size of the Atlantic?!" She shouted indignantly, doing her best to wrestle away from the guards, but failing miserably due to the inherent urge to vomit, raised by the current fracas. So, she took the radical alternative and focused on going completely limp, creating somewhere upwards of 115 pounds of dead weight. Sure, those men could probably bench-press 3 of her without breaking a sweat, but it was better than nothing.
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Post by thegiantmoa on Sept 21, 2009 22:14:55 GMT -5
Acton stood near the, now abandoned, fire with his arms outstretched. "Bloody hastings and his bullsh**" he muttered under his breath. "The only reason I put up with that daft wanker is because he's Brit. If he were one of those slavsh** scum..." Acton's voice drifted to the point where the only audible words were "slavsh**", "Britian" and "Europe".
After a few minutes of rambling, Acton stopped and looked over to his right. In the distance, at the far end of the camp he could see what appeared to be Hastings engaging in conversation with a bearded man. Acton couldn't exactly identify the man but he was almost sure that he was a slav of some sort.
Acton stepped away from the fire and started slowly walking towards Hastings and the other man. As soon as he was in clear viewing distance of the two men, Acton realized that he had never seen the slav before and that Hastings was most likely interrogating him. "That a boy ol' Hastings, this slavsh**'s probably up to no good." Acton thought to himself as he closed the distance between him and the slav. "Wait, knowing Hastings, he's going to let this bloody goatf**ker into the camp. That f**king Hastings is probably conspiring with him right now. No, I'm not going to let them ruin me. My best chance for survival here is to give the illusion that I tolerate him. Yes, yes that's it, I'll trick the daft fools into thinking I'm one of them, leech off of them, YES." Acton thought to himself as he approached Hastings and the Slav.
"Hi, I'm Acton Hobbes. Pleasure to meet you" he said with one hand outstretched.
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Post by Gromathar on Sept 21, 2009 22:48:02 GMT -5
Setting the deer on a nearby table, Bela shook Acton's hand, pulling him aside. The man was a disgustingly weak looking fellow-he would be surprised if Acton could lift up a textbook.
"Erdos Bela, thank you for greeting me. What role do you have here, Acton? Do you know who is in charge of the sentries? Please tell me that Hastings just leads the camp in everyday affairs."
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Post by thegiantmoa on Sept 21, 2009 23:04:45 GMT -5
"He seems distrusting towards Hastings, maybe Hastings WAS interrogating him after all," Anton thought to himself. "Actually, you're right. Hastings isn't in charge of this camp, Our leader is-" Acton was abruptly cut off by the sounds of Guards screaming in a foreign language at the other end of the camp. "Oh for the love of f**k, what now." Acton grunted. "If this is some slavsh** goatf**ker's fault, I..." Acton rambled on about slavs and conspiracies under his breath as he made his way towards the source of the noise.
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stalkingwolf321
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Post by stalkingwolf321 on Sept 22, 2009 0:38:11 GMT -5
Andrei woke in the morning in his hut, with a woman across from him. then he remembered her coming in and Hastings almost shooting her, and him for that matter. and what was with all that commotion last night, this place was getting all messed up, lost of stuff happening.
SO he decided to leave a note for Steel and go see Hastings about the goings on last night.
HE wrote a small note of some old piece of paper and left it in plain sight for Steel, it read "went out for a minute, help yourself to some food, and try not to get shot =) -Andrei"
he then lef to to go find Hastings and he figured the fire pit in the center of the commune was a good place to start. so he walked out of his hut into the freezing air of the high mountians. he walked towards the center of the commune and sure enough there was hastings, and it looked like he was getting chewed out pretty hard by this new guy, then Acton walked over and started talking and then the screaming on the other side of camp. Andrei waited for hasting to pass before falling in beside him and asking "what happened last night and whats with all the racket this morning?"
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Post by zyphan on Sept 22, 2009 18:05:06 GMT -5
Kesh woke up and panicked for a second before remembering where she was, and spotted the noted on the table after realizing Andrei was gone. Maybe I'll get a snack then, and then go figure out what this place is. She spotted his scribble about getting shot and chuckled as she walked out the door, munching on something she found.
Walking outside, she looked around, and not seeing much activity except for some people down at one end of the lane, wandered off, eager to see what type of camp this was. In the dark, it wasn't too easy.
Kesh walked past hut upon hut, and tho she didn't see many people, wasn't bothered by it. She had her steel spear and knives on her, plus early morning food was a good way to kick-start her senses. Absentmindedly, Kesh wandered down each lane, until, spacing off looking at something up in the trees, she bounced off something big and soft, making an "oof" sound.
Glancing up, she saw a man who was rather frail looking, though his height suggested otherwise. "Oh, sorry, I- I didn't see you..." She quickly stepped back, and, ducking her head, went around him, not realizing that Andrei was standing right there.
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stalkingwolf321
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Post by stalkingwolf321 on Sept 22, 2009 23:24:12 GMT -5
Andrei saw steel coming and slowed down. she then bumped into hastings and pardoned herself, he thought to him self 'wow she didnt even see me.' then as she went around he said "hey steel, why dont you come with us. this is Mr. Hastings by the way."
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Post by zyphan on Sept 22, 2009 23:39:45 GMT -5
Kesh jumped when Andrei spoke up, finally noticing him, and nodded with a small smile. "Sure! I don't really know where I'm going, so..." With that, she nodded a quick hello to Mr. Hastings, though she was still embarrassed about bumping into him, and walked on Andrei's side opposite the frail-looking man.
As Kesh walked, her prized steel fragments clinked and jingled, and she looked at everything around her- the little huts, the children, the woods surrounding the encampment, everything. She was extremely curious, and as this place was completely foreign to her, she was more curious than anything.
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Post by thegiantmoa on Sept 23, 2009 8:14:02 GMT -5
When Acton finally made it to the source of the noise which had startled him just minutes before, he realized that it was just a bunch of guards cheering about winning in a game of cards. "HEY! What the f**k was that all about, I thought one of you was bloody dieing!" Acton exclaimed at the group of men.
The men just stared blankly back at Acton, it was clear that none of them spoke English. "Well f**k me, none of you slavsh**s speak English do you?" Acton said with an indifferent tone. "HELLOSKI POLSKI SPEAKSKI ENSLIGHSKI?" Acton said in a condescending manner.
This time all the men started looking at each other as if confused. "If you all f**k goats don't say anything," Acton said. None of them men replied, due to lack of comprehension. "Well at least you goatf**kers are honest goatf**kers," Acton said before walking back towards the centre of the camp.
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Post by Gromathar on Sept 26, 2009 19:35:46 GMT -5
Sitting in the tree outside of Mr. Hastings' shack at midnight, Bela readied his bow. Waiting for the bastard to come home. Wanting to put an arrow in his head.
After twenty minutes, the Englishman came into view, mumbling about how much he hates these Poles in the camp. Bela let the arrow fly, piercing his neck with a scream.
"Hey, nice shot," Bela heard from above. Quickly drawing his KABAR, he saw it was a boy of about only 15 in jeans, a button up shirt, and thick glasses.
"I'm Brandon Crisp, why'd you kill that gu-OHsh** WHAT THE FU-" Brandon screamed as he slipped off a branch, smashing into Bela's head.
As the ground rushed towards him Bela thought:
At least I took out that d**n Englishman too.
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Post by thegiantmoa on Sept 26, 2009 20:15:37 GMT -5
Acton saw Bela fall and quickly ran over. By time Acton made it to the man's body it was too late, both Bela and the boy were dead. "This is all that slavshit Andrei's fault" Acton thought to himself.
Readying himself with his Katana, Acton made his way through the camp, slaughtering anyone unlucky enough to be in his way. "YOU'RE ALL FUCKING SCUM! FUCK YOU ALL! FUCKING GOATFUCKING FUCKS! FUCK EVERY SINGLE LAST ONE OF YOU FUCKERS!" he screamed as he made his way closer to Andrei.
With Andrei in sight, Acton lost all control. Acton exploded into his final form, SCATULTRAMAN. "EVERYONE IS EQUAL IN SCATLAND" Acton (Scatultraman) screamed. "EVERYONE IS EQUAL". Standing at well over 100 feet, SCATULTRAMAN was greatly overpowered. With one quick sweep of his arm, SCATULTRAMAN picked up Andrei and brought the slav close to his helmet. "YOU LITTLE SHIT!" SCATULTRAMAN screamed. "ARE YOU FOUR OR SOMETHING, YOU CAN'T EVEN SPELL 'CLOTHES', YOU SPELLED IT 'CLOTHS'. DO YOU KNOW WHAT A FUCKING CLOTH IS? A CLOTH IS WHAT YOU FUCKING CLEAN DISHES WITH, NOT WHAT YOU FUCKING WEAR! YOU ALSO SPELLED FUCKING 'ALPHA' WRONG YOU FUCKING IDIOT. I CAN'T TAKE YOUR LOGIC EITHER, 'A lone wolf looking for a pack' WHAT THE FLYING FUCK IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN, YOU'RE TAKING TWO POLAR OPPOSITES AND USING THEM TO DESCRIBE SOMEONE. FUCK YOU!". SCATULTRAMAN was so angry at this point that he refused to just let Andrei quickly die.
From the large speaker embedded in his chest, SCATULTRAMAN began playing his Scatman John mix-tape. The first song that played was 'Pripri Scat'. SCATULTRAMAN started screaming hysterically as the song began playing. With a flash of his free hand, SCATULTRAMAN quickly grabbed up Kesh, who he believed was Andrei's love interest. He put Kesh in front of Andrei, still screaming like a maniac. SCATULTRAMAN began squeezing Kesh. Kesh started to squirm and scream, but couldn't be heard over the sound of Japanese children chanting "NA NA NA NA NA EVERYBODY SCATMAN" and The insane squealing of SCATULTRAMAN. With an unheard pop, Kesh exploded in SCATULTRAMAN's now closed fist. Without hesitation, SCATULTRAMAN started rubbing what was left of Kesh on Andrei and began screaming even louder. At this point, Andrei had passed out from all the shock. Seeing that torturing the man to death was now useless, SCATULTRAMAN quickly resorted to his backup plans. SCATULTRAMAN tore off both of Andrei's legs , tore off his genetalia and then threw him out into the barren wasteland to be eaten by whatever got to him.
SCATULTRAMAN, satisfied with the completion of his mission, stopped screaming and turned up his music. SCATULTRAMAN walked off into the sunrise, blasting 'Pripri Scat' and thinking of everything he had accomplished.
THE END
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Post by Coffinstuffer on Sept 26, 2009 22:32:17 GMT -5
Hastings lay on the ground, grappling with the arrow lodged in his throat.
Blood cascaded from the wound in a sickening, arterial geyser.
He cursed once, then was still.
With his dying breath, he began to mutter a song.
'Calling out from Scatland... calling out from Scatman's World..'
As he expired, he exploded in a burst of flame, showering the commune with burnt and mutilated flesh.
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