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Aaron slides the knife from his pocket to the thugs jugular vein, the readies to throw the blade to the nearest thug after that.
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Name: Mack
Age: 28
Gender: Male


Appearance: This man has a very short buzzcut applied to his brown hair. His eyes are barely browner than black. He's of medium height, and somewhat muscular. He carries himself very loosely.
Clothing: He's wearing a black zippered hoodie with a pair of worn jeans and some hi-top sneakers.
Mask: A dirty yellow bandanna wrapped around his mouth and nose. It's combined with a pair of black, opaque snow goggles. They're cracked on the right side.
[No flinching, no pain]
Living Space: Located in a run-down apartment complex, Mark's apartment is messy and not well cared for. Its carpet was likely white at some point, but is now a yellowish color with stains everywhere. A lopsided and torn sofa sits in front of a broken coffee table all facing a barely functional tube television. His kitchen is probably the cleanest part, because he never uses it. The stove is gas powered and rusty, the microwave is covered in grease, and the ancient refrigerator has a rope tied to the broken piece of handle left. His bedroom has walls covered in various posters and stains, and his bed is nothing but a mattress and a pile of old clothes. His bathroom is covered in soap scum and dirt. The old sink is cracked, the toilet is barely functional, and the ratty old shower curtain is half torn off the rod. The bathroom mirror is half shattered and pieces of it still litter the floor. Littered throughout the apartment are bits of cigarette butts and other drug paraphernalia.
Vehicle: An old, beat up 1966 Dodge Charger.


Traits: [Heavy Smoking Addiction]  [Pain Tolerant] [Strong Arms]
Skills: [Blunt weapons] [Fist Fighting] [Driving FAST]
Color: [#FFE270] "Don't worry about it, I know a guy. Just get out of here."


((Nope, totally didn't at all whatsoever steal this from Wilson's thread. It's slightly different, see? I just changed some naming, a minor detail on the mask, and one trait. It makes me feel better.))

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Elizabeth
ORGE- The Bench


The knife wielding thug goes in for a strike but you successfully counter-attack. Ramming your fist into his mouth busting his lip wide open, you grab his shirt and pull him into your other fist, striking him in the throat you hear something 'pop' underneath his flesh and he starts drooling ridiculous amounts of blood. You quickly scrape your knife off the floor and go...

INTO A FRENZY!

The next one comes after you with a bottle, quickly you stab him in the chest in rapid succession landing six successful strikes piercing the ribs, heart, lungs, and stomach. His shirt begins soaking with blood as you kick him to the ground and nab his bottle. You take a quick swig before the chair wielding foe approaches you, you smash the bottle across his face and send him dropping to the ground.

Out of the corner of your eye you see some knife wielding goon hoping over a table, once close enough you jam your knife straight into his throat. He seizes up as blood shoots out from his jugular and splatters all over your mask and hands. You turn to face two more guys fast approaching, taking your busted bottle you swipe it across the ones throat, severing his throat and sending it flying across the bar. The other goon takes a foot to the chest, and he gets slammed into a table breaking his back in the process.

Below your feet is the chair-wielding thug from earlier, he struggles to get to his feet. You kick him over on his back, get on top of him, and slam the broken glass bottle straight into his forehead.


You notice some of the goons are starting to back away. While others are maneuvering around the tables to get to you.


Combo: 6x

Covered in blood!

Threats:
xThug, dead [Nothing]
xThug, charging after you [Knife]
xThug, charging at you [Bottle]
xThug, charging after you [Chair]
xThug, charging after you [Knife]
xThug, charging after you [Knife]
xThug, charging after you [Knife]

>Thug, charging after you [Chair]
>Thug, charging at you [Bottle]
>Thug, backing away [Chair]
>Thug, backing away [Knife]
>Thug, backing away[Chair]
>Thug, charging at you [Bottle]
>Thug, getting ready to flee [Bottle]
>Thug, charging after you [Knife]
>Thug, charging after you [Chair]



Aaron
Zombie Hyperdrive- Red Eyes


In a swift motion you make his throat meet your knife, jamming it through the jugular and pulling it out. He clutches his throat gasping for air, you kick him in the gut, sending him sailing down the steps and into the bar. Deafening silence takes hold for a moment as you make your entrance. One of the thugs break the silence with a warcry as he charges at you with Poolcue overhead. You fling your knife at him, they quickly become acquainted as the blade plunges deep into his eye.

He screams as he collapses to the ground before blood loss takes his life.

The bar quietly approaches you raising their weapons, the guys at the bar start for the backrooms behind the bar.

Combo: 2x

Covered in blood!

Threats
xThug, dead [Nothing]
xThug, dead [Pool Cue]
>Thug, approaching [Pool Cue]
>Thug, approaching [Pool Cue]
>Thug, approaching [Pool Cue]
>Thug, approaching [Pool Cue]
>Thug, approaching [Pool Cue]
>Thug, approaching [Pool Cue]
>Thug, approaching [Pool Cue]
>Thug, approaching [Pool Cue]
>Thug, running [?]
>Thug, running [?]
>Thug, running [?]
>Thug, running [?]
>Thug, running [?]




|6:30 PM|
April, 13th, 1986, Monday
Miami, FL

Mack
[[I'm assuming you're unemployed?]]

You wake up and slam your fist on the alarm clock, take a leak in the sink, fish out some pain pills from your cabinet along with some "Mucky Charms". Sitting on your couch you crack open the box, pop the pills, and snack as you watch some late night TV. You're just about to enjoy yourself a cigarette when your answering machine beeps.

"*Beep* Hey this is Sarah over at the Pleasure Den, I have a few punks that are harassing the girls here and not paying their tab. I was wondering if you could show them how we take care of free loaders, thank you. And remember to wear our uniform."

GET TO THE CAR

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Yellow grabs the chair off the floor and throws it at the nearest guy, running towards him and punching him in the groin, followed by an elbow to the face and a weapon grab.

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Aaron runs to his Knife and grabs it, he readies it and if someone gets too close he will stab him in the stomach then the neck.
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Elizabeth
ORGE- The Bench


You grab the wooden chair and fling it at the nearest goon who also is wielding a chair. It soars through the air, and he smacks it away. You lean in for a punch only to have the goon swing his chair and knock you in the head. You fall to the ground, your head feeling like it was dipped in lava, everything is going cold, you feel your mask being removed to reveal who you are.

In your black and blurry vision you see the goon above you with a smirk on his face, "I know this bitch. She works down by at O'Donalds Food-Mart. Don't worry no one will miss her." He stomps the rest of the life out of you.

Type 'R' to restart
[[You'll be reset before the action that killed you, basically you can do it different and hopefully the dice are in your favor. You just lose your combo... for now.]]

Covered in blood!

Threats:
xThug, dead [Nothing]
xThug, charging after you [Knife]
xThug, charging at you [Bottle]
xThug, charging after you [Chair]
xThug, charging after you [Knife]
xThug, charging after you [Knife]
xThug, charging after you [Knife]

>Thug, laughing [Chair]
>Thug, going to take a dump [Bottle]
>Thug, getting back to their drink[Chair]
>Thug, checking the safe [Knife]
>Thug, getting back to their drink [Chair]
>Thug, cleaning up their dead friends [Bottle]
>Thug, putting on your mask [Bottle]
>Thug, going to dispose of your corpse [Knife]
>Thug, sitting back down [Chair]




Aaron
Zombie Hyperdrive- Red Eyes


You quickly retrieve your knife, ready to take out any others that approach you. Behind you, you hear someone charge at you. You quickly spin around, stab him in the gut and then plunge your knife into his neck, ripping apart the flesh as you tear it out of his throat. The thugs are starting to close in all around you, be ready.

Combo: 2x

Covered in blood!

Threats
xThug, dead [Nothing]
xThug, dead [Pool Cue]
xThug, approaching [Pool Cue]

>Thug, approaching [Pool Cue]
>Thug, approaching [Pool Cue]
>Thug, approaching [Pool Cue]
>Thug, approaching [Pool Cue]
>Thug, approaching [Pool Cue]
>Thug, approaching [Pool Cue]
>Thug, approaching [Pool Cue]
>Thug, running [?]
>Thug, running [?]
>Thug, running [?]
>Thug, running [?]
>Thug, running [?]

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Mack grabs his bandanna and goggles, and descends the stairs of his apartment building. He throws open the front door of his car, tosses the mask into the passenger seat and coaxes the car to life.

Another day on the job.

((In reality, I missed filling out the day job box. He's pretty much unemployed, though.))

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Aaron throws the knife at the nearest thug then he grabs a pool cue and smash it over another thug's head. Then he uses the broken piece to stab another thug in the torso. If they get too close for comfort he dodge rolls towards the bar and heads into the back, looking for blades to throw at more goons. A bar is bound to have SOMESORT sort of knife or blade.
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Wow tonight slipped away. I will post my stuff tommarow, when I can think straight.
Thanks Peri for making me question muh sexualities once again.
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[[Waiting for Mrnocamera to 'type R to restart' and Perigrin to finish his sheet. I'll update tomorrow and hope their posts are out. I'm not going to burn myself out on writing, because now I'm writing four things all at once [12th Harvest, this, SCP tale, and SS13 related thing.]]

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(TERRIBLE, TERRIBLE THING GO.)
Spoiler: Here We Go (hover to show)
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Elizabeth
ORGE- The Bench


Your vision begins to get all static-y like a VHS tape on rewind, you feel bits of your skull piece themselves back together, your flesh sewing itself back into place, and your vision clearing up. Suddenly it stops, you're back to where you were before your killing frenzy, covered head-to-toe in blood.



The knife wielding thug goes in for a strike but you successfully counter-attack. Ramming your fist into his mouth busting his lip wide open, you grab his shirt and pull him into your other fist, striking him in the throat you hear something 'pop' underneath his flesh and he starts drooling ridiculous amounts of blood. You quickly scrape your knife off the floor and go...

INTO A FRENZY!

The next one comes after you with a bottle, quickly you stab him in the chest in rapid succession landing six successful strikes piercing the ribs, heart, lungs, and stomach. His shirt begins soaking with blood as you kick him to the ground and nab his bottle. You take a quick swig before the chair wielding foe approaches you, you smash the bottle across his face and send him dropping to the ground.

Out of the corner of your eye you see some knife wielding goon hoping over a table, once close enough you jam your knife straight into his throat. He seizes up as blood shoots out from his jugular and splatters all over your mask and hands. You turn to face two more guys fast approaching, taking your busted bottle you swipe it across the ones throat, severing his throat and sending it flying across the bar. The other goon takes a foot to the chest, and he gets slammed into a table breaking his back in the process.

Below your feet is the chair-wielding thug from earlier, he struggles to get to his feet. You kick him over on his back, get on top of him, and slam the broken glass bottle straight into his forehead.


You notice some of the goons are starting to back away. While others are maneuvering around the tables to get to you.

Covered in blood!

Threats:
xThug, dead [Nothing]
xThug, charging after you [Knife]
xThug, charging at you [Bottle]
xThug, charging after you [Chair]
xThug, charging after you [Knife]
xThug, charging after you [Knife]
xThug, charging after you [Knife]

>Thug, charging after you [Chair]
>Thug, charging at you [Bottle]
>Thug, backing away [Chair]
>Thug, backing away [Knife]
>Thug, backing away[Chair]
>Thug, charging at you [Bottle]
>Thug, getting ready to flee [Bottle]
>Thug, charging after you [Knife]
>Thug, charging after you [Chair]



Aaron
Zombie Hyperdrive- Red Eyes


You flip the knife and catch it by the blade, flinging it into another goon. It plunges straight into his heart, killing him instantly. You roll and nab a pool cue from the floor, you quickly swing and crack some fool upside the head, breaking your cue in half; chunks of greymatter and skull go flying over the pool tables, staining it with a nice shade of red. Another comes at you quickly, he swings but you block the shot with your arm, busting his cue across your arm.

Running on pure adrenaline you stab the broken into the man's ribcage, deciding that's not enough you push him back and kick it deeper into his chest. You hear a sickening crack as the jagged-points of the pool cue break through his rib cage and puncture his lungs. You feel the back of your head start to tickle as you...

GO INTO A FRENZY

You roll backwards towards the bar, grabbing two bottles from the counter. A goon comes to close and you swing the bottle across his head, sending him crashing to the floor. You stab the broken bit of bottle into his neck, and jerking it out leaving a sizable flesh wound. Another goon comes up, you throw the unbroken bottle into his face, he screams and collapses to the floor, blood painting his face red. Then the last goon comes up out of nowhere, you manage to dodge roll away as he swings barely missing you by an inch.

You're now trapped in a corner, the goon who just took a swing is charging. In a quick moment you swing, you hear the sound of glass breaking, and the goon's pool cue slams into your gut knocking the wind out of you. The goon collapses to the floor and so do you, the wind is knocked out of you, you feel really exhausted as the adrenaline wears off, and one last guy in the room is fast approaching.

Combo: 8x

Covered in blood!

*STUNNED*

Threats
xThug, dead [Nothing]
xThug, dead [Pool Cue]
xThug, approaching [Pool Cue]
xThug, approaching [Pool Cue]
xThug, approaching [Pool Cue]
xThug, approaching [Pool Cue]
xThug, approaching [Pool Cue]
xThug, approaching [Pool Cue]
xThug, approaching [Pool Cue]

>Thug, approaching [Pool Cue]
>Thug, running [?]
>Thug, running [?]
>Thug, running [?]
>Thug, running [?]
>Thug, running [?]




Mack

MEGA DRIVE- Exoskeleton


You sped out into the Miami streets. The location is down near the ghetto, several Cuban street-thugs eye you as you pull up to the 'Pleasure Den', its busted neon light sign being the only form of illumination for the parking lot and surrounding area.

At the front door is a bouncer smoking a joint, you can smell it from here. He noticed you already, but is either too high or just doesn't give enough of a **** to tell you to get lost.
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Aaron gets up, coughing, he readies himself to dodge. He feels like he's not getting enough air due to his gasmask. "C'mon bring it." if he sucessfully dodges he dashes into the back looking for a blade of some sort.
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Yellow grabs the chair, and throws it at one of the thugs backing away, then backs up towards the door a little.

(Protip: You didn't change the thug descriptions.    ONE OF THEM HAS STOLEN MY MASK.)

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Yellow grabs the chair, and throws it at one of the thugs backing away, then backs up towards the door a little.

(Protip: You didn't change the thug descriptions.    ONE OF THEM HAS STOLEN MY MASK.)

[[You died remember. When you pressed 'R' to restart. You went back to the action that occurred before you got killed.]]

 

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