Day 4

[Mad Maggie]

The broken ribs in my chest had reknit and sealed into a bony cage once more, although their injured state had caused them to heal crooked. It didn't matter though. Normallly, I would simply note the pain and ignore it, force it from my mind in favor of more pressing circumstances. But now....with the application of the Unmade research chemical, I could feel every stab of pain shouting at my mind, a hoarse voice that was only met with the hundreds of other rage filled thoughts that threatened to overwhelm me.

They all deserve to die. All they do is hold you back.
The formula has...it MUST BE TESTED!

I had grown in height and muscle mass, my strides kicking up dirt and marsh behind me as I punched through a sapling, crushing the trunk in my fist and wiping the sweat and blood from my face. My respirator and goggle no longer fit, and I dropped them aside, useless accessories they were. My visage must have been a frightening and vein filled one, the slow thump thump of blood rushing through my temple. I had never partaken of recreational drugs, but the power stored within that little needle was...intoxicating. Having gone face to face with a monster of the same size as some of those that stalked our arena planets, it was thrilling. Still. There was more work to be done. I heard a rustling from somewhere around me, anger at being crept up on forcing it's way out of my throat. "COME! COME IF YOU HAVE THE STOMACH TO FACE ME! I WILL RIP YOU LIMB FROM LIMB AND STORE THEM FOR LATER!!!" Darkseid and Karl Jak's technological inadequacy were to blame for this entire situation, for me being stuck here with an island of fools and monsters.

The downside of being full of rage and anger was the ranting. It had come down to the wire, and now was not the time for skulking and hiding anymore.

 

[Fennec Shand]

Screeeeeeeeeeeeech.

Fennec felt the burning sensation over her entire body. The unmaking wrapped itself around her, protecting her as best as it could, as she shambled around. The exploded remains of Nearl splattered against her body as she slowly stumbled into the forest, starting to sprint… back the way she’d come.

Inside her mind, a chorus of voices shamed her and held her hostage. Marks she’d taken off the board, opponents she’d cheated in an orphanage pazaak tournament, the faces of… Demetri, Gascoigne, Sigmund, Anders, more and more and more suffocating her until she couldn’t take it any longer. She fell to her knees and tried to let out a scream, but the black goop at Darkseid’s command wrapped around her mouth and literally began to suffocate her.

Have to… break… its hold, she shouted at herself inwardly, reaching up with her machete hand and trying to slice the goo out of her mouth.

Her arm flung forward, and she followed.

Fuck. Nothing worked.

Nothing worked except the will of the Fallen One. He was the Alpha and the Omega, the beginning and — now, at last — the end. The Crossroads had tried to chew Fennec Shand up and spit her out, but now Darkseid would show them his true power. He would exact his revenge upon each and every being in this galaxy, and it would be sweet. Fennec would be a vessel for his great Unmaking of the universe; how lucky she was, then.

As she stalled forward, Electro Axe dragging along the ground and machete hanging at her side, her eyes flitted up to the trees. They’d once been pure and green, perfect examples of life. The forests of Cevanti had been lush, she knew. Once upon a time, back before The End, she knew… this place must have been beautiful.

These people’s idea of beautiful, though… it paled in comparison to his. She could almost see his crimson eyes staring down through the canopy of the now wretched forest as hers glazed over a fuller shade of red. The energy and life force of the unmaking spread through the trees, and the ground beneath her feet, so much so that with every step she could feel her power growing, feel the will of the Fallen Arbiter seeping into her very bones.

Soon, she wouldn’t be able to escape—

—and why should she want to?

Her head snapped sideways as she heard a rustle in the bushes.

“Very loud,” she muttered, receiving a yelp in reply. She stalked over towards the noise and let one of her extra tendrils go exploring in the brush. When it emerged, it wrapped around the form of a small goblin boy, writhing and trying his best to puncture the unmade goopy tentacle with a small weapon. The dark black liquid, though, seemed to persistently remake itself with every poke.

The tendril tossed Slurt Crumbucket lightly across the small clearing, where he smacked into a tree. Fennec let her eyes truly fall on him for the first time, and very suddenly felt the grip of the Fallen Arbiter… loosen.

Wait.

She blinked, the redness in her eyes retreating.

A… kid?

“Pwease dun huht me, Wady!” the child trembled, “oh I sweaw… I’ll use this!” He held the shiv-spork at her, scrambling up onto his feet.

He steeled himself. “You huht Mistaw Widdick.”

Fennec couldn’t believe her eyes. Every urge trickling up the back of her neck was pushing her forward, pushing her to lunge at this tiny thing and kill it. Mangle it. Tear it apart from limb to limb. But the real Fennec also still stood here, and she looked at its tiny form and its big eyes, and she felt… shame.

“Not an option.”

She sucked in a deep, loud breath and took a step back.

“You can only be scared of monsters if you don’t live long enough to become one.”

She felt… monstrous.

The tendril holding the Electro Axe lifted high into the air. Fennec glanced up at it, moving on its own, then glanced back at Slurt, who cowered.

“No—” she barked, but her eyes went red again. The axe swung down and Slurt screeched, just barely rolling out of the way as the axe slammed into the trunk of the tree behind him. The entire thing started to topple over, and Fennec’s eyes blinked brown again as she commanded a tendril to snake out and snatch Slurt out of harm’s way.

The goblin child frantically pushed out of the tentacle’s grasp, and the Axe raised high into the air again. Fennec swung her machete arm up and sliced the Electro Axe off her person, watching as it landed with a thump in front of Slurt.

She fell to her knees. “Pick it up,” she ordered him.

Slurt looked between the Axe and the woman. “It’s too bwig—”

“Do as I say, kid,” she shouted, her eyes glossing over crimson again, “—before I kill you.”

Do it. Do it now.

She lunged forward, lifting the machete, but her eyes flickered back just as her face scrunched from serious effort. “Fuck off,” she repeated her mantra from earlier, pushing Darkseid’s hollow, echoing voice out of her brain. She fought as hard as she could against the power of the Fallen Arbiter, holding her machete arm high in the air and looking up at the small boy shivering before her.

Scared of a monster, but not one under his bed.

She stared blankly at him as a single tear rolled down her cheek. She didn’t know if all these young people could hack it… but this one would have to manage.

“Please,” she croaked, “help me.”

Fennec Shand gives the Electro Axe to Slurt Crumbucket if the Unmaking allows her to.

 

[Lilith]

The final day. No amount of planning could prepare for this. And why bother? There existed only one solution to absolute chaos.

Embrace it.

Lilith and the malignant doctor took reprieve at the edge of the safehouse's anti-fun field. Both knew this fortress would be vulnerable soon.

"My pet is still out there, clinging to hope. That teleporter isn't getting powered anytime soon. What do you suppose we do?"

Dr. Caustic ruminated on the bleak circumstances of this game. What would he accomplish by crawling out of this cesspit, really? More answers he'd already acquired. No, a higher purpose called out to him. "We have our own personal matters to attend to. I have an experiment to test, alone, to ensure the purity of the results." He raised the abhorrent syringe, marveling at its soon-to-be-tapped potential. The effects were temporary, but a scientist's work is forever.

"Jeez, you were hoarding the good stuff this whole time? Whatever. Not gonna be a better time to indulge. I do appreciate you giving my date some privacy." Lilith imagined all the ways she'd decorate Chara's body after bleeding her dry.

Caustic wouldn't have to consider her implications for much longer. Rage will rule his mind. "Our partnership closes once more. Let us win for ourselves."

"Hmhmhm~ I'm gonna score alright." Lilith observed the doctor's dessicated visage, before strolling south. Can't go denying fate now.



Dante's Abyss will make you doubt yourself. It will push you to the deepest depths of despair at every misstep. But now, the villainess had full confidence.

Lilith doesn't reflect often, if only to avoid feeling guilt. Looking back, she did pretty well for her first foray. Some did better. Others, way worse. The perfect culmination of right and wrong moves led to this moment. And now, she'd give the audience what they wanted.

Her ultimate climax.

Oppressive clouds loomed overhead, streaks of orange and violet beaming down from the lifeless sky. Parched grass crinkled and hissed at the walking pollutant's contaminated tar.

Ahh… My obedient plaything.

The sadist's vibrant red eyes mirrored her prey's. As inhuman as the corrosive killer was, little separated the two, each craving to eviscerate the other. Perhaps Chara let herself slip to the same level as this monster. Or had she misjudged Lilith and the rest of humanity?

Lilith's cruel heart thumped as she approached. The hundreds slain before were inconsequential, they could not compare to the concentrated suffering she was about to inflict. She'd waited and teased long enough. It was time to go all the way.

Chara fired an endless volley of knives, eager to turn Lilith into finely chopped sludge. She struggled to strike a weak point, however, as her target evaded or strafed behind the monolithic trees and rusted wreckage.

Closing the gap had its own dangers. Wherever Lilith walked, she left pools of lethal acid, exacting a heavy price to all who attempted to get in range. "Let's not finish this too quickly now!~ I want to savor every second with ya."

Chara had gotten close to Lilith once before. She could do it again. As the young human neared, she repelled her attacker with a surge of flame, following up with a machete swing. Every close encounter was fleeting, as she had no interest in melting her legs off.

Of course, Lilith was only fooling around at the start. Coaxing her prey with obvious openings, then assaulting with her full capabilities. The merciless goliath caught the machete mid-swing. "You should be so grateful! You get to be my first victim of the Crossroads!"

Acid creeped onto Chara's arm, and as she winced in agony, Lilith slapped the mage away with monstrous strength. The crimson mass floating beside her formed into an enormous skewer, which launched at Chara's chest.

"Urghf!" A glancing stab. The fallen human barely had time to process the excruciating pain eating away at her flesh, dashing away from certain death.

"You can't keep dodging forever~" The massive spear thrusted of its own accord, Lilith conducting its movements. A fantastic way to keep her prey busy as she advanced. Every narrow miss splintered the earth and allowed Chara little room to retaliate.

Then, without warning, she stopped.

"Hrff… Hrff…" What sort of trick will she pull now—

A grating cough escaped Chara's throat as the blood seeping from her side ruptured into a fountain, eyes stretching wide and watching her life literally leave her body. For a brief instant, she admired the beautiful flowing liquid, until it shaped into a giant saw blade.

Before she was turned into ground meat, she released an Ambition Refuter, scattering the blood projection in a flash of gold. But her success was short-lived.

Instead of raining, the droplets hovered in the air. Lilith swished her finger and fired a small blood shard.

TINTINTINTING THWOOM

The razor round ricocheted and reached an absurd velocity as it pierced Chara's jugular. "Krgh…!" Her mangled mouth spewed and her neck wound gushed, but against someone who can weaponize your blood, there was no point preventing further loss. She didn't have to survive, after all. Only bring this fiend down with her.

"Kahahaha! Even with a broken jaw, you make an excellent song!" Lilith retracted the elongated skewer, the length quivering and sprouting serrated spines. As she brandished the whip, she whispered, "I'll carve you up nice and proper."

 

[Shinku]

Dark, fiery skies welcomed Trevor, in a scene all too familiar for the assassin of shadows. Was he in a dream? Or was he dead? The screams of voices that he once knew echoed around him. Bloodied bodies and flames scattered around him, projecting the scene of tragedy and death. The destruction of his old hometown crept in his mind, drowning Trevor, or Shinku in a dreadful nightmare.

“No don’t!,” Shinku screamed as he witnessed his father running towards a mounted marauder. His scream however, failed to stop the man from his impending doom. He tried to step into the shadows but he failed to summon his dark portal, instead he witnessed his father’s head flung in the air, and the man’s lifeless body falling into the ground. He bolted to face his father’s murderer but the mounted marauder simply ran past him, or rather through his seemingly ethereal body.

“Help me!,” the wailing of a girl then caught his attention but so did the cries of several others around him. That particular voice however, held more weight for him than the rest but its source was nowhere to be found. The slaughter of several other villagers caught his vision, almost driving him to insanity but the familiar voice of the girl couldn’t stop ringing in his head. ‘Where is she?,’ he mused, as he ran around like a lunatic trying as much as he could to ignore the genocide that transpired around him. “Help me!,” the girl’s voice played in a loop inside his mind as he continued to run around in search for its owner.

“Please! Tell me where you are!,” he bellowed, begging the girl, or perhaps fate to show him his beloved friend once again. All of a sudden, the vision of the town crumbled around him, leaving him in a dark void. Then, the form of Yuki appeared in front of him like an image being formed from dust.

“Help me,” Yuki’s voice called out to him once again. The girl stood merely a few arms’ length away but her voice seemed distant. Shinku approached Yuki but no matter how much he ran, he couldn’t seem to reach his friend.

“Help me,” she cried once again, but this time, in a voice far from her own. Slowly, her form morphed to that of Chara’s suddenly leaving Shinku in a shock. Then, in an instant, the image of Chara burst into flames, tormenting the tattooed assassin even more.

“Chara!,” he gasped, as Trevor woke up from his sleep. Standing a few yards away from him, was Rogue, holding what looked like a letter.

“Where…,” he winced, suffering from the pain of his hollow chest as he desperately gasped for more air. “...is she,” he called out, as loud as he could in a wheezing voice.

“She left,” Rogue retorted, crumpling the piece of paper as tightly as her clenched fist could crush it before throwing it to the ground. “An’ so are we,” she continued, slinging her bag behind her before stomping the muddy ground. She cursed under her breath as she collected Chara’s nailgun then continued forward, not even glancing a look at Trevor.

“Hey!,” Trevor grunted, barely lifting himself up, his body pushing against the trunk of an old tree. He then lumbered towards his companion, trying as much as he could to catch up to Rogue’s quick and heavy steps.

“Do…you know…where she went?,” the tattooed assassin wheezed, hoping that his voice could reach his distant companion.

“Look! Ah didn’t sign up for this drama ok! She can go kill herself all she wants and ah don’t care! Now if you could…,” Rogue snapped, stopping on her tracks to face Trevor. She was able to control herself however from ranting more, instead she just clenched both her gloved fists in anger slamming one of them on a nearby tree.

Trevor remained silent, still puzzled at his ally’s whereabouts. He picked the crumpled paper that Rogue threw away hoping to find an answer in it. He knew from Rogue’s irked visage that he shouldn’t have asked but he couldn’t stop but worry for his ally especially after her appearance in his dream.

“Let’s just please leave this place for the meantime. Yah’ don’t want more of that masked fella’ hunting us don’t yah,” Rogue remarked in a more collected tone before turning her back at Trevor once again and resuming her heavy march.

Trevor simply nodded, a bit tempted on reading the crumpled note but instead slid it inside his pocket. He tried to sense Chara’s presence around but his limited ability couldn’t get a hold of his ally’s location. There were just the two of them, trudging the murky forest that previously housed Jason Vorhees before Rogue could get rid of the masked murderer.

Silence accompanied them, save for the faint sound of creatures from around them. Trevor tried to catch his breath, surviving the trek with half his lungs. Rogue was the least person that he would have wanted to be with, but the mutant was all he had. He knew that with his pathetic condition, he wouldn’t survive alone but so would Chara. He hoped that the woman would return just like she did when she last left him and Christine. An ally had already died on his watch, and losing another would definitely drive him nuts. Nevertheless, he threaded on, barely hoping the best for his remaining ally.

 

[Omelette Robotnik]

The breaking dawn found Slurt drowsy and weary, but still practicing those skillful motions his big, bright eyes had absorbed from watching Riddick fight. Karl’s voice had slowed him for a moment, the guardian-less goblin more alert to them than he had been in previous days, but even Kolith’s name didn’t seem to affect the boy as much as it would have in days past. After all, one of those names hadn’t died after all. Riddick was alive; Slurt had made sure of that. So… maybe Kolith was still alive too.

But, even if he wasn’t… even if he was dead, he couldn’t stop. There was no one left to protect him anymore. They were all gone, and he was alone now. If he laid down in the dirt and bawled his eyes out, there’d be no one there to keep him safe, or care for him. And… that was probably for the best. He’d been feeling like he was cursed, almost since he first came to this place. Everyone around him was getting hurt, or making deals, just to keep him alive. And he just let them do it. Because he was afraid. Afraid of being hurt. Afraid of dying. And afraid of being alone.

But, now that he was alone, it was like a weight had lifted from his shoulders. No one else would have to be hurt… or die, to keep him safe. With no one to rely on, he would have to learn to rely on himself. So, even with Kolith’s name burned into the list in his heart, Slurt couldn’t help but to smile a little in that early morning glow. He had saved Riddick, sure, but maybe by saving him, he’d also saved himself. However, his internal reverie and nearly-subconscious practice was broken short as a tentacle suddenly seized him about the chest.

The next few moments passed Slurt in a blur. He remembered the woman who had seized him. He’d seen her from afar, fighting Riddick. And he had been prepared to kill her if he ever saw her again. He had even been prepared to die, horribly, vainly attempted to do so. But… what happened here? He could never have suspected. For a second, his brain refused to even comprehend what she was asking of him. Even now, with his resolve for vengeance steeling his heart, life was precious to the boy. So he was stunned by the implications of what she was asking. And of the deep sadness and fear evident on Fennec’s twisted features.

He looked down at the axe at his feet. It was big. Too big. The haft itself was easily twice as himself, with a blade that most assuredly weighed more than he did. Slurt passed his gaze to the newly-gored hunk of plastic in his hand and he remembered how… ineffective it had been when he had tried to use it just a moment before. He was stuck between a rock and a hard place, but, deep in his heart, he knew that killing Fennec wasn’t going to be difficult because he lacked the weapons, or the strength, to do it. It would be the hardest thing he ever did because of that tear rolling down her cheek, and because of that pain in her reddening eyes. He didn’t know if he could do it. Could he kill someone who was trying, desperately, not to kill him?

Once again, he looked at the woman literally begging him to end her life. Their eyes met, each filled to bursting with tears at the thought of what might be done. Or, rather, what had to be done. Fennec wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer. She was hanging from a cliff, with naught but a fingernail of purchase between her and the abyss. And she was so tired of fighting the fall. So, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand, Slurt made another promise to himself. He’d live through this. He’d make Riddick proud. And he’d kill Fennec. Not for vengeance this time. But because he was the only one who could.

 

[Nico Cinder]

Federally speaking, Nico was a weapon of mass destruction long before he met the one now known as Sam. He didn't share his taste for spare limbs before meeting it, though, and was a little troubled at how tasty the forbidden gummy worms turned out to be. The death goop knight tilted his horned visage as an indiscriminate roar bounded its way across the windswept expanse before him. Luckily, Nico was an expert at tracking forbidden gummy worms.

"Not far," murmured Sam, in guttural cadence.

They were in agreement then. A flicker of hesitation zapped one of the synapses in Nico's maladdicted brain, though. Also prior to becoming bitier, Nico didn't even want to be in the competition this year. Yet here he was, in deep, doin' an awful lot of participating. And hoo-wee, having a damned good time doing it too. Nico would sigh, but the last time he did, Sam said it tickled.

He just fucking hated it when Alexei was right, hated feeling like Alexei knew things about Nico that he didn't know about himself. But this much, he decided, was true. There was an appeal to wielding power indiscriminately, instinctually. The face of Sigmund Vrell came to mind, for some reason. Nico remembered his somewhat awkward but pleasant run in with the occultist and his preistly beastly friend back at the bunker, but more prominently he remembered the look of agony on his face as Sam and Nico took his arm.

Nico found himself frowning again, despite having just blown up every tree he and Sam walked past for the last mile or so. Maybe being awkward could be considered a crime, but if so, the punishment should probably not have been as severe as losing your gummy worms. The other dude that was with him, Nico hadn't even seen before, rip that guy. Could only hope he ate someone that deserved to get eaten, but he had know real way of knowing.

Still though, Nico thought to himself. My man had a pretty tasty arm. And that other dude? Like melted ice cream.

"Ni-co?" came Sam's croaking voice. On the right hand edge of Nico's view, he could see one of Sam's eyes looking at him.

Yes, Sam?

"Do you ever wonder," it asked, voice dripping. "If food gets hungry too?"

Nico raised an eyebrow, or two. That was supposed to be his personal crisis, not Sam's.

You smoke too many trees back there or something, buddy? Nico asked.

Couldn't resist.

 

[Karl Jak]

Face to Face
#04 Father Gascoigne vs #14 Dr. Caustic vs #20 Nico Cinder​

The lightly forested area to the east of the safehouse was a literal den of monsters.

In some cruel twist of fate, Nico Cinder was likely the sanest individual wandering through the trees, and he had an alien symbiote fused to his body and filling him with malicious thoughts and strange urges for people-flesh. *

Had this occurred a few days ago, it was quite possible that the punk would be more cautious as he casually strode through the region. After all, this island of land in a sea of the Unmaking was still host to a number of individuals seeking fame and glory, either directly or indirectly. Yet, at this point in the events, Nico was wearing an alien suit and could fire rockets from his shoulder at will. Y’know … with his fucking mind.

“We are not alone,” Sam rasped as the monster’s face appeared at the end of a tendril from Nico’s shoulder.

“Yea, I know,” Nico replied. “We have each other and all that stuff. Very poetic.” The punk’s legs, now coated in symbiote flesh, hardened into rocks to prevent him from moving forward. “Eh, I’m walkin’ here!”

“You do not listen,” Sam groaned. “Danger.”

“How can you tell?” Nico muttered as he looked around. “Just looks like a bunch of fuckin’ trees, my guy. Like the last few miles of this rock and the next few miles after that, I imagine.”

“You. Do. Not. Listen,” the symbiote rasped as it melded back onto Nico’s body before washing over him a few moments later.

“Ohhh,” Nico muttered as Sam’s face peeled away over his. “Yea, the ground does kind of feel wobbly… and there’s something in the air,” the punk sniffed deeply a few times before scowling. “How do dogs live like this?”

Before young master Cinder could settle that philosophical talking point, the nearby patch of trees simply ceased to exist as a house-sized mass of tentacles, eyeballs, and teeth came gurgling and shrieking down on him. Feet shoving off from the ground as it shuddered and tore apart beneath the fury of subterranean tendrils, Nico spun through the air and pulled himself up into a tree with the help of Sam’s at-will prehensile tentacles.

“What the fuck is that,” Nico muttered as the symbiote washed over him and shifted him to the backburner for the interim.

“Food,” Sam hissed with a slobbery grin as the symbiote took aim with the rocket launcher.

Instead of barbeque, the alien organism’s perch was rudely shattered by the bulldozing bulk of a roided-out Doctor Caustic. With a booming shout, the doctor slammed into the massive monstrosity and tore slimy, blood-spattering piece as fresh immediately started to gurgle to the surface. A barbed appendage speared the doctor in the hip, but that just seemed to irritate him more as he continued to rip and tear at the screeching mass. Despite the gore that thickly matted the forest floor—in some places it seemed nearly a full foot in depth—the G-Virus monster continued to crawl forward, and as it did, it continued to lance and slash at its would-be killer.

At a point, even as he punched through an eyeball and tore off a tentacle as if he were plucking weeds from a garden, the hulked-out Caustic reached the closest thing to a limit he may have. A clawed appendage bit into his side, and his impossibly dense flesh gave way. With a defiant roar, he hooked his arm around the tendril and tore it apart as he lumbered backwards. As he hit the ground a few yards from the beast, a slender shadow fell over him.

Sam’s face peeled away to reveal Nico’s, but it was debatable which visage would have been more effective at recruiting efforts. “I’ve got firepower,” he muttered as the rocket launcher twitched atop his shoulder. “Make me an opening in that thing,” he replied as the symbiote face slipped back over his.

Although something in his reptile brain urged him to tear apart this new monster, some fragment of the scientist’s higher-level thinking told him that this was his best plan. With a jolt of fresh anger, he shoved of his feet and crashed once more into the chittering, mutant thing. His hands dug deep into its flesh as he tried to rip his way into the center of the best. He had made it a solid three feet when the first rocket crashed into the ‘heart’ of ‘Father Gascoigne.’

The heat and burst of fire caused Caustic to immediately recoil as a second and then a third rocket crashed into the screaming monster’s exposed innards. By the time the fourth rocket had found its mark, the mutant had already begun to lose its structural integrity. Caustic watched with a degree of smug amusement as the enormous mass of anatomy started to rapidly liquefy into a steaming heap of grayish-purple sludge.

Grinning from ear to ear, Caustic slowly turned and looked at Sam.

“I don’t like that look,” Sam hissed as he immediately fired a rocket.

Shrugging off that first projectile, Caustic closed a fist around the alien’s chest and hoisted it up off the ground. His other hand closed around its skull and started to squeeze. If it wasn’t for the symbiote’s arms and legs turning into organic blades and jamming themselves into Caustic’s chest, Sam and his free ride would have been smashed with a relative ease.

As a screaming Caustic lost his grip, the alien slid free, and while it wanted to murder this literal food truck that lay before it, its entire anatomy screamed in agony from the crushing force.

With a farewell rocket, Sam and Nico slithered into the woods.

They wouldn’t be very far.

Spoiler

#04 Father Gascoigne DEAD​

Nico Cinder absorbs the equivalent of a Major Injury for damage tracking purposes
Caustic has absorbed the equivalent of an Insane Injury for damage tracking purposes

*And also cheap beer

 

[Sigmund Vrell]

Sigmund half-listened to Karl Jak’s announcement as he sat on the ground, fiddling with his weapons. With one hand and no telekinesis, the priest was a lot less capable than he typically was, but was making do nevertheless. He held his energy bayonet in his teeth as he aligned it with the BFG that was currently held upright with his feet and balanced with his good arm.

‘A sinkhole leading right to the unmade?’ He wondered to himself as he clicked the bayonet into place, very careful not to accidentally pull the trigger on the hand-held disaster and turn his upper half into a red cloud. The scion couldn’t help but wonder if this was some plot by Mr. Jak. He may not have had any proof, but he would hardly put it past the Abyss’ showrunner. A group of contestants nobly throwing aside their chances of victory and their lives to beat back the unmaking would undoubtedly make for good television. ‘Well, it hardly bothers me either way. Not like I’ll be going. I want to win this thing.’

Picking himself up off the ground, Sigmund tested his new attachment, grinning eagerly as the bayonet projected out from below the BFG’s barrel, ready to disembowel anyone brave or foolish enough to get that close to the weapon. He may have been in bad shape, but so were the rest of the contestants. With a weapon like his, the cultist considered his odds of winning to be pretty good.

Just as he began to continue his trek across the rapidly deteriorating wasteland, the psion frowned a little, guilt gnawing at him slightly. True, he held no love for Darkseid and his armies. No Pretender that powerful should be allowed to exist, especially one that threatened poor, innocent souls like the unmaking did. But he had committed himself to this battle royale. There would be more chances to fight the corruption…

All of a sudden, a whisper brushed by Sigmund’s ear, too faint for him to make it out. Whipping around, BFG at the ready, the cultist tried to find the source of the sound, only to be met with stillness and silence. Brow furrowed, he began to lower his hand when he heard it again, from right in front of him this time.

“...ip…air…” The scion could barely just make it out, but he could tell where it was coming from. It was coming from the BFG. The young man did a double take before leaning in to the weapon, pressing the barrel against his ear.

“What do you have to say to me?” He asked, fully aware of how crazy he looked right now, but entirely unbothered by this fact.

“Rip… and… tear… Vrell...” The weapon of mass destruction whispered to the cultist in his own voice, like an extra-potent intrusive thought. “This weapon… its purpose… is to rip… and… tear… DO NOT… deny your weapon… its purpose… YOUR purpose...”

Sigmund pulled his ear away from the BFG, furrowing his brow and giving it a look for a moment. Once that moment had passed, his mouth broke into a wide grin, and giggling began to slip from his throat. Over the past few days, particularly this one, his whole body had been run ragged, and his voice was no different. As such, when his giggle rose into a hoarse, gravelly laugh, it bore a striking resemblance to Father Gascoigne’s own disconcerting cackle.

“Well, how can I argue with an argument as strong as that?” He grinned, whirling on his feet and turning to head towards P5. Towards the sinkhole. Towards the unmaking. Towards his prey. “Thanks, I think I needed a little guidance. After all… hmm... did it go again…? Ah, that’s right!”

The one-armed cultist swept his ragged cloak behind him, another maddened laugh escaping his throat as he began his march towards his certain, glorious, blood-soaked demise.

“A hunter must hunt.”

 

[Karl Jak]

Face to Face
#12 Chara vs #05 Lilith​

Chara swayed and stumbled as her own blood seemed to be rushing to escape its bodily confines.

The whip caught her in the chest and tore through everything down to the bones. For a brief moment, there was a welcoming darkness that subsumed and embraced her, and then she was back to the reality of pain and agony that had become her home for the last few days.

Once more lurching forward, Chara somehow managed to avoid a second lash of the whip as she held up a trembling hand and leashed a burst of fire at her smiling adversary.

Lilith sidestepped the projectile and snapped her whip once more. On this occasion, she hooked it around one of Chara’s ankles, and with one of those damnable smiles, she wrenched back and sent her little victim crashing backwards.

“Don’t get all tripped up on account of me,” Lilith cooed as she strode over to the collapsed Chara. Setting the whip aside metaphorically, the hemokinetic masochist squatted down next to the wheezing girl and tilted her head at her. “You tried,” she whispered as she held out her hand as her eyes went wide with giddy delight as she weaponized Chara’s litany of gruesome wounds once again. Hardened into spikes and razor-bladed slivers, Lilith started to calmly uproot the girl’s blood from her veins and up through her pallid, nearly lifeless skin. Each squelch of failing flesh and the subsequent eruption of blood made Lilith shudder with delight.

Yet, Chara still seemed willing to resist, even as her own biology continued to betray her for another woman. As one of her leg arteries ruptured and was torn out like a weed, a shrieking Chara gathered literally everything she had left. Clasping the machete, she managed to sit up, twist, and swung the machete at Lilith’s outstretched hand. The serial killer’s weapon cleaved through the flesh and bone before coming to a stop near the elbow joint, but even as mauled arm collapsed into a soupy mass of acid, Lilith didn’t lose a beat.

Her other hand came out, and as her fingers closed into a fist, she tore out the mass of arteries and veins in Chara’s throat.

One final, orgasmic fount of blood sputtered and sprayed out of the young girl’s neck as she collapsed back to the ground.

Spoiler

#12 Chara DEAD​

Lilith used 1 application of Focus

Lilith is missing part of an arm (Insane Injury) among some general scrapes and cuts.

Lilith receives ‘Voorhees Machete’

 

[Karl Jak]

Face to Face
#01 Slurt Crumbucket vs #22 Fennec Shand​

Fennec lurched forward. The machete swung.

Little Slurt scrambled as the blade hacked into the earth before him. The goblin grimaced as the red-eyed woman released a guttural scream as she wrenched the weapon free and started to talk toward him.

The battle in her mind—in her soul—was nearing its conclusion, and it was apparent what side would be victorious.

Slurt tried his best to steel himself as he squeezed the Shiv-Spork in his hands. How had it come to this?

Fennec lunged forward one more time, and one this occasion, she closed her grip around the child’s arm. “H-had your ch-chance!” She gurgled as her hands crushed down around his arm with monstrous strength. Slurt choked back tears above the sound of his already broken bones crushing between the woman’s grinding grip.

“Stop!” He tried to pull with his shoulder.

Perhaps some dying ember of humanity in Fennec’s brain was stoked by that yelp. The woman’s tense, monstrous form relaxed for a moment, and as Slurt yanked back, the unmade bounty hunter stumbled forward.

Slurt winced as he lifted his good hand to protect his face as his would-be killer collapsed onto him.

When the expected mauling didn’t happen, Slurt opened his eyes and saw what seemed to be a faint smile on Fennec’s face. Looking down, the goblin saw that the Shiv-Spork, clenched tightly into his fist, had been shoved through the woman’s neck and throat by virtue of her momentum and monstrously augmented weight. Blood sputtered onto Slurt’s face and chest as Fennec opened her blood-stained lips to speak.

“It’s okay, Kid,” she whispered as her eyelids grew heavy. “Th-thank you.”

Fennec Shand slumped down onto the child as the last of her strength vanished into the ether.

Spoiler

#22 Fennec Shand DEAD​

Slurt’s broken right arm? Wholly crushed (Insane Injury)

Slurt receives Machete – he can take this with him or the Shiv-Spork but not both (dude has one good arm)

Power Drill has been destroyed.
Electro Axe cannot feasibly be carried or used by Slurt and is left behind.

 

[Karl Jak]

Face to Face
#01 Slurt Crumbucket vs #20 Nico Cinder​

Slurt walked quietly. The pain in his arm was borderline overwhelming, but the tiny goblin trudged onward. As he drew closer to where the safehouse should be, the little fella couldn’t help but noticed how utterly destroyed this part of the map had grown since the last time he had walked these routes.

Plus, the whole place smelled a little too much like where he was from for Slurt’s tastes.

With the Shiv-Spork clenched in his tiny fist, the goblin child glanced up into the trees and frowned. Yes, it was nearly noon. Yes, many of the old growth trees in this region were shattered and crushed, but for some reason, there were still enough to blanket a lot of this area in patches of utter darkness.

From somewhere up in the darkness of the canopy, a sinister voice sung out, as Slurt felt his blood run cold in his veins.

“Little Pig, Little Pig … let me innnnn.”

Slurt turned as the lithe, tar-skinned alien creature silently hopped down from a branch and landed in a crouch a few yards from the bloodied kid. The twitching, pupil-less ‘eyes’ of the Malefactor narrowed as it opened its slobbery, toothy maw in a wide smile.

“You ever try soup from liquefied virus monster?” Sam inquired as he started to slowly bear crawl his way toward Slurt.

“I’m not afwaid of you,” Slurt stuttered as he held out the gore-stained Shiv-Spork. “Swurt has seen wowse than you.”

Sam paused mid-crawl and threw his head back in a laugh. “I always enjoyed veal,” he finally said. “Even if you look a little bruised.”

The goblin shook his head and steadied his grip on his weapon. He would not cry in front of this thing. He would be strong, like Mistaw Widdick! He would be cool and relaxed, like Jestaw! He would be unfwappable, like Miss Cwistine! He would stare death right in the face, like Fennec!

The Malefactor, perhaps sensing that it wasn’t going to get a rise out of this kid any longer, barred his teeth and leapt.

Slurt stabbed forward.

Sam flipped over the child, landed behind him, and bite off his tiny little head before he knew what had happened.

Spoiler

#01 Slurt Crumbucket DEAD​

Nico Cinder gets the Shiv-Spork

 

[Karl Jak]

Afternoon
Phase 3 (1200 – 1800)​

“Good afternoon! Let’s take a moment to commemorate the dead:

“#04 Father Gascoigne
#05 Chara Dreamurr
#22 Fennec Shand
#01 Slurt Crumbucket”

“The following zones will be completely unmade within six hours! Avoid!

“O6
P6
Q6”

“If you can’t tell from the map… you’re running out of time!”

***​

This phase will end tomorrow, 6-26 at 9 AM CST.

In a repeat from yesterday’s update -- There is a secret boss at P5. ‘Triggering’ this encounter will remove you from the map and prevent you from ‘winning’ the game. Your character dying is a 99% chance. I will provide no other details on this matter until/if the event is triggered. You have up until the quest items are returned to the bunker to opt into this secret encounter (returning the items will trigger the End Game).

 

[Karl Jak]

Face to Face
#28 Ketkin Flynn​

Star Eater had survived much over the last few days.

The loss of his companion, perhaps, was what numbed him to a few of the realities of the event. The primary one being the ever-shrinking confines of the playing field.

As he shambled his way along, the aquanaut didn’t even see the typhoon of corruption as it swallowed him whole.

Spoiler

Ketkin Flynn has been unmade.

 

[Ketkin Flynn]

I woke up floating in an inky black void. I could barely see my hands in front of my face.



“Am I…. Dead?”



No. Not that I had ever died before, but for some reason I can tell this isn’t it. This is something more sinister. Whatever it is, it seems to be waiting for me. I’m unsure what it wants me to do or say so I start to think about how I got here. My life as a worker back home. Moisture farming in the mesa roja to make ends meet after I came to the crossroads. My mission with Nico and Pecan. The Dante’s Comet signups. And then…



Suddenly I see something in front of me. It’s not me. Is it? He’s floating in the same position I am. Our feet are touching, giving the illusion of a mirror between us. Is it an illusion?



I feel my stomach churn as I take in his features slowly. The whirring and grinding of the machinery holding his body together echoes throughout the void. His skin hadn’t healed over any of his implants, hanging loosely in places where it absolutely should not.



My eyes drift to his face. It’s heavily scarred and burned. His lips are permanently twisted into a cruel, uneven smile. His cheeks are full of holes and his eyes… they’re my eyes. I can tell. Even though they’re blood shot and tired and so, so angry.



“Who the fuck are you?” I try to yell, but nothing comes out. I begin to panic. I feel like I’m drowning. I feel like I’m being consumed. I feel like I’m being taken over. Filled out. Like I’m the glove and someone is putting their hand inside me. Then I hear it.



The creature smiles even wider. He opens his mouth but what comes out is not his voice. It’s darkseid’s. The same voice that has been singing me lullabies in the back of my head ever since Kevin saved me from that storm.



“Your legacy.” My lord says.



The last thing I see is a red blade ignite in an instant and careen towards my skull.



———



Star Eater wakes up in a storm of metal creaking and popping as he jumps to his feet, finally free of that soft bastard who used to own this body. He cackles for a good long while.



“We’ve got a game to finish Wilson let’s-“



His eyes burn bright with rage. His cackles turn into wretched screams as he tears through the mountains, eviscerating anything and everything in his path.

 

[Karl Jak]

Face to Face
#20 Nico Cinder vs #28 Ketkin Flynn​

Ketkin Flynn, for what it’s worth, didn’t feel that different after his run-in with the corrupting influence of the Fallen Arbiter. If anything, it felt like some kind of great weight had been lifted off his chest, even as another voice joined the cacophony of nonsense swirling in his fractured consciousness. Sure, his bones and insides were still mangled, but it just didn’t seem like that big of an impediment. Flecks of corruption flaked off his body as his mechanical parts sputtered with black bile that could have easily been mistaken for oil under normal circumstances.

The aquanaut trudged his way toward the safe house. He would kill everyone there, and then he’d be ushered off this rock. Darkseid would grant him the wings he needed to fulfill his ambitions. The fallen one would usher him into the cosmos, where he would satiate himself on all that stepped before him. Stars seemed too little ambition. He would eat the Worlds of this place and regurgitate their screaming, malformed masses into the void of space.

And he would laugh.

Eyes twitching as increasingly unstable thoughts swirled in his brain, Star Eater shambled down the pathway. Along the way, he paid no heed to the stench of decaying mutant. After all, he’d likely burned out his sense of smell days ago, and more than that, it was unlikely that anything would permeate the aura of charred hair and flesh that subsumed his bio-mechanical carcass.

He even failed to notice the half-eaten goblin corpse as he stepped on it.

What he did notice was the sneering, white-eyed alien monster chewing on a leg.

“Hello,” Star Eater muttered as he lifted his hand and activated the lightsaber. “Would you like to hear about our lord and savior, Darkseid Christ today?”

The alien symbiote finished the rest of the meat on the legbone with an audible slurp before discarding it and smiling at what stood before him. As the bone settled into the bushes, Sam’s face slid back to reveal Nico Cinder, who shook his head. “Mother fucker, I just ate a literal child,” he muttered as he held out his hands. “You look like a walking industrial accident, so I’m not sure what kind of game you want to play.”

“Does it count twice when I kill you?” Star Eater muttered as he lurched forward on his pneumatic limbs.

Nico scowled as the Malefactor washed back over him. Sam shared in his host’s confusion and disappointment.

The lightsaber swung as Sam glided under its arc and proceeded to shove Star Eater off balance. A rocket launcher round exploded into the Star Eater’s midsection and separated the man’s torso from the rest of his body. Sam watched with a toothy grin as the top half of the carcass crashed into the ground with a sound vaguely reminiscent of an empty can of Synister™ Energy Drink by Monster™ and Syntech™ being triumphantly crushed between a pair of trembling hands.

“Delicious,” the alien whispered as it stalked toward the smoldering heap of flesh and metal. Crouching down, it rolled the man over onto his back.

“Gotcha!” Star Eater wheeze as the lightsaber sputtered to life and sank into the Malefactor’s chest. The energy blade jerked upward, and it nearly succeeded in slicing the man in half before the arm was separated from the rest of the body.

Still alive, Star Eater kept laughing up until his face was bitten off of his skull.

Spoiler

#28 Ketkin Flynn DEAD​

Nico Cinder, for all intents and purposes, has the equivalent of an Insane Injury

Nico Cinder receives Quest Items 4 and 5.

Nico receives Machete (from previous F2F) and Lightsaber.

 

[Karl Jak]

Face to Fate
Dr. McNinja, Josuke, Sigmund Vrell, Hulk Caustic, Kefka​

Karl’s ‘sinkhole’ had been a relatively short descent into a carefully excavated tunnel. Despite the numerous gags and memes present on MulTwitter and Tik Ter, the only enormous pit had been the metaphorical one in the stomachs of the bloodied contestants as they were joined by the Lonely Hearts marines who had set up position in the tunnel networks.

“You were the only volunteers?” A younger man, a Corporal Haskins, inquired as he helped Josuke down from the wall of the sinkhole.

“There’s just three of us?” Josuke whispered as he looked over at Sigmund Vrell and his companion, the doctor-ninja.

The corporal shook his head. “Two others. The one said he wasn’t a people person, and I don’t think any of us really wanted him around, since he was covered in burns and talking like a lunatic.”

Josuke and McNinja shared a silent look before the noncommissioned officer continued.

“The other one looked like he was some type of… I dunno, battle scientist?” The man turned to his fellow soldiers, but there wasn’t a single one of them that could come up with a better description of the growling, oversized Caustic.

“What’s the plan?” McNinja asked as the marine collected their belongings and started to march down the sewer-sized tunnel.

“We walk,” Haskins replied. “It’s about three clicks down this tunnel… the excavators have been working on it for the last four days, and they say they’re about an hour or so from breakthrough. We’ll likely have to double-time a little to catch up to them.”

“From where, though?” Josuke whispered.

“We’re not sure,” Haskins muttered. “We just know it’s some type of unmade fortification. “That Mr. Jak guy an’ the Sarge were both pretty clear when they told us it was likely one hell of a fortification, given the above-ground defenses and the fact that the place is under some sort of … high-tech shit that keeps it off the radars. We think there’s either someone important housed up there, and if that’s not the case, it could be some type of weapon. Y’know, a giant laser they’re gonna use to blast a whole in Markov’s shields.”

“Sounds like either way we need to try our best to wreck this place,” Josuke replied.

“Correct, but like I told the other guys,” Haskins spoke in hushed tones. “I can’t guarantee your safety. Karl Jak’s sent some heavies, but unless one of you can create miracles, you need to know we’re probably not comin’ back from this.”

“This feels worth the risk,” Josuke replied with a faint smile, even as sweat ran down the side of his face.

“Here,” Haskins handed each of the men a small object before lifted down the thick collar of his suit to reveal one was attached to his neck. “Karl Jak calls them ‘Death Assurance’, and they’re designed to explode when they detect your heart has stopped.”

“Future tech cyanide pills?” Dr. McNinja asked as he glanced at the stamp-sized piece of technology.

“Shooting yourself doesn’t always prevent them from reanimating you as one of their monstrosities,” Haskins grumbled. “These will make sure there isn’t anything left for them to seep into when you die.”

“Great,” Sigmund muttered as he collected his Death Assurance.

“We have to make up some time, so I’m going to ask that you all try your best to keep pace,” Haskins replied as he turned and started to jog his way down the tunnel.

***​

Call it adrenaline, but it was Josuke who managed to make it to the small room before the other three.

Not only was Kefka present, but there was also another dozen armored marines and four cybernetic figures that dwarfed the soldiers.

“The clown,” McNinja hissed as he tried to push passed Josuke, who put an arm out to stop him.

“I think that’s one grudge you might have to settle somewhere else,” he whispered. “Bigger fish or something, am I right?”

McNinja said nothing, but his posture relaxed, even as a sneering, black-toothed Kefka started to blow charred raspberries at him.

“All right, people,” Haskins spoke in something barely elevated above a whisper. “That wall in front of us will take us into a storage room in the third level of this fortress. We’re gonna blow this wall, and then we’re going to rig the room to explode. Now, the moment we breach into this son of a bitch, the klaxons are going to start shrieking, and the rest of you are on ‘Kill every mother fucking piece of shit you set your damn, sorry eyes upon’, and you are not going to relent in this mission until every aforementioned mother fucking piece of shit you set your damn, sorry eyes upon is dead or your body fails you. Am I clear?”

“Yes, Sir!” The marines shouted in reserved tones as Corporal Haskins walked up to the four hulking cyborgs in hockey masks. “On your mark,” he muttered as the ‘heavies’ that Karl had sent him cocked back their massive arms and punched through the reinforced steel. Then, with the ease of children parting sand, they peeled away the foot-deep plating until there was gap large enough to send a truck through the wall.

“Go, go, go!” Haskins screamed as the marines leapt into the fortress. As anticipated, the alarms seemed to sound the moment boots smashed down upon the metal flooring. “Bomb squad! Up!”

The men with the explosions set about their duty as the four ‘heavies’ shouldered and elbowed their way through the walls of the room and started their programmed duty to murder everything that even had a faint aroma of Darkseid’s corruption. In their wake, Caustic, who had barely managed to compose himself over the last five minutes, went roaring into battle.

“Run and gun,” Haskins remarked to the three men he had personally led to the fortress. “You’ll want to at least be above ground by the time these detonators go off. Maybe I’ll see you up there, and maybe I’ll see you all in Hell. Either way, good luck!”

***​

Four stories above ground, a trio of soldiers strode through the reinforced doors to the command center.

“What is this racket?” Their commanding officer growled without glancing away from a holographic array of the surrounding landscape. “Did a parademon pick a fight with the anti-air turrets again?”

“It’s … intruders, Sir.”

The unmade lieutenant held out his cybernetically augmented limb and willed a heavy assault rifle into his hands. Turning to face his now cowering underlings, the former Spectre grinned.

“I need the target practice,” he deadpanned as he strode passed them. “While you’re at it, release the recent converts in the cells and let them serve as the first wave.”

“Yes, Saren!” The soldiers shouted in unison.

***
​

You are in the fortress/base of unmade Cevanti Lieutenant, Saren Arterius (https://multerra.zulenka.com/wiki/saren/).

The whole place is a hive of unmade cultists (a number of Mass Effect races with a likely plurality of turians), unmade zoids, pseudo-domesticated unmade akata, and parademons. The first bulks of resistance you will face is a number of partially and/or (recently) unmade ‘prisoners of war’ and unfortunate souls scooped up in the wastes beyond Markov (y’know, the rest of this Arbiter-forsaken World).

You are joined in your mission by the Lonely Hearts Marines (roughly 10 of them – they’re outfitted in battle armor akin to StarCraft Marines). As noted over in the Sgt Swift wiki page, anyone who gets into her squad is highly trained (more so than standard marines in Markov).

You are also joined by 4 Über Jasons (Cyber Jason from the seminal 2000s film Jason X… or from last year’s Dante’s Abyss). These engineered Jasons have been programmed and battle-tested using data gathered throughout Conquest, so while synthetic, they are highly effective and highly trained killing machines sheathed in katchin steel and armed with machetes. Think of them heavy tanks on a battlefield. They don’t speak (they’re fucking Jason Voorheeses) but they are capable of coordination and understanding.

I expect all five of you to post at least once in the next 50 hours (6/27 by like… 6 pm CST). After that, I’ll do an update, and whoever is alive at that point will have a window of time to do one last post. Given the suicidal nature of this mission, all entrants will receive a Coin prize, with the ‘final survivor’ receiving the most.

 

[Karl Jak]

Updates:

Everyone on the island gets an angry text on their tablet from Sgt Swift asking where the last Quest Item is.

Nico Cinder has been retroactively added to the Suicide Squad as Nico "Sam-wise Malefactor" Gamzee Cinder.

 

[Karl Jak]

Updates:

John Connor has returned the final Quest Item.

The following zones will become fully unmade in 15 hours (at 9 AM CST on 6-26):

O5
P4
P5
R4
R5

All characters are immediately notified that they should return to the bunker (which is again a safe zone and open to all characters) -- players may return to the safehouse regardless of whether or not they moved today, but I do need confirmation in PMs for official sake. If you want to settle a dispute with anyone still alive that's not yet in the safehouse, you can sort that out as well if you so desire.

Anyone who has not moved to Square O4 by tomorrow morning will be unmade, unless they prefer to kill themselves?

I will post the start of the End Game boss tomorrow morning and everyone involved will be required to roleplay within a tight-ish window of time. Please be aware and please be prepared to communicate with your peers in a constructive and respectful manner.

 

[John Connor]

“I watched with narrowed eyes at the Terminator’s glare over Deadpool. The weird pit in my stomach was telling me that it was over… right?”

The terminator just stared directly into my eyes and said it straight. “This battle is over, but the war is still yet to be won.”

I watched, maybe a bit wiser as Nico moved closer to my square and literally dropped the last item into Deadpool's hands as the suited mercenary actually gave a wise smile and handed the last quest item to me of all people. He trusted me to get it back to the Sergeant in one piece and that’s what I did.

Would I be the one remembered throughout DA for something more than being the hidden man everyone trusted?”

I walked toward Sergeant Swift and nodded, holding my hand out for a shake along with the item in my hands, immediately saluting the soldier in front of me even though I held the superior rank back home. “General John Connor, reporting, ma’am!”

Deadpool gave me a swift thumbs up as he tipped his hat.

Sgt. Swift looked over at me with a glare, “What the HELL took you so long to get that damn quest item out there?!”

Sargeant, DA fights!”

The terminator glared with monotone eyes over at Sgt.Swift and immediately stood near John in protective mode “Stand down.”

“We got your items, what is your request?”

Sgt Swift gritted her teeth “There’s another problem, there’s a boss. For now, I can’t tell you specifics until the others get here.”

John stepped forward “Ma’am, I am not sure how many came to fight, but I know with enough, we can take this boss out together.”

I hoped that experience in speech giving and charisma skills would help in this encounter for once.

 

[Karl Jak]

Evening
Phase 4 (1800-2400)​

While the end of this event will play out over several OOC days, this is the last IC phase for this event, so all remaining conflicts will play out during Evening, Day 4.

As noted and warned about, all zones except for O4 are unmade dead zones.