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snowblindrpg2017-09-30 10:16 pm
bookofnope) wrote in snowblindrpg2017-09-30 10:16 pm
@Mnemosyne; night 280, late; ONE! ONE FLESH MOUND! HA HA HA! [cw: blood, violence, distress]
[Picture if you will:
The camera lens is bloody. It is the Fleshmound House. In fact, the fleshmound is right there. In the background, bruised, cut, and bleeding. In the foreground is Beckett, covered in blood, holding a steak knife that is similarly covered in blood. In the background, chaos is beating on the fleshmound with a rock. He is dressed in a bearskin rug, complete with the head as a hood, Viking-style. Enoch is sitting in a corner twitching and mumbling in a nanite-induced haze. Kid is also sitting in a corner and may be crying. Actually both are crying. In the third corner Brian is filming everything, as you do. They are all spattered liberally with blood.
Also, someone in screaming.]
The screaming started after I've cut to a certain depth. [Beckett speaks over said screaming. He sounds highly clinical.] There may be something inside it, but we couldn't cut away enough to find out. I'm tried and the blood tastes terrible. If someone else wants to try, I recommend a bomb.
[Fleshmound Out.]
The camera lens is bloody. It is the Fleshmound House. In fact, the fleshmound is right there. In the background, bruised, cut, and bleeding. In the foreground is Beckett, covered in blood, holding a steak knife that is similarly covered in blood. In the background, chaos is beating on the fleshmound with a rock. He is dressed in a bearskin rug, complete with the head as a hood, Viking-style. Enoch is sitting in a corner twitching and mumbling in a nanite-induced haze. Kid is also sitting in a corner and may be crying. Actually both are crying. In the third corner Brian is filming everything, as you do. They are all spattered liberally with blood.
Also, someone in screaming.]
The screaming started after I've cut to a certain depth. [Beckett speaks over said screaming. He sounds highly clinical.] There may be something inside it, but we couldn't cut away enough to find out. I'm tried and the blood tastes terrible. If someone else wants to try, I recommend a bomb.
[Fleshmound Out.]
I BELIEVE YOU, HONEST
[ Which doesn't mean she won't try. One scribblefest later: ]
...no good.
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[As in she got the tucked in tie part and that's what matters.]
I'm shocked yet relieved to report that I'm not encountering any difficulties in either department - wouldn't be working with a knife otherwise, of course - a nice change of pace.
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Okay no she's over it. And very curious as to why Beckett has no symptoms. Huh. ]
No brain bad no bad leg? What bad? Red bad? Nom nom nom, eurgh.
[ Read: Beckett have you just lost your sense of taste or something what the fucko ]
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and it's not like he's all wrong]As far as I can tell, everything is normal. That is, the normal level of absolutely terrible. The blood tasting foul isn't that surprising. And look! Not even a little bit sick!
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And there's only one thing to say to that. ]
Fuck.
[ FOR REAL THO ]
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[Look at this blood-covered old creep's childlike delight. It's so pure.]
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As it is, she just twists her face into an expression of mock offense and raises both middle fingers. EFF U OLD MAN ]