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Game 8
Feb 7, 2006 10:24:49 GMT -6
Post by Tweek on Feb 7, 2006 10:24:49 GMT -6
"Hey look! Wild grapes! Just what I'm hungry for!"
Jenkins begins plucking grapes from the hanging vines, failing to see the sinister objects hanging above them. He stuffs a handful in his mouth, then spits them out with a curse.
"BLEH! Sour grapes! It figures. Nothing good ever comes out of these woods. I mean..."
He stops in mid sentence. He now sees what Marco is looking at.
"Great day in the morning! What are THOSE?"
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Bad Cat Girl
kicker of useless maps
I Didn't want to see that...
Posts: 469
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Game 8
Feb 8, 2006 20:26:52 GMT -6
Post by Bad Cat Girl on Feb 8, 2006 20:26:52 GMT -6
"What? WHAT?! Damn it Jenkins, what are you talking about?" Charles shook his head. "Grapes don't gromin these woods, I think the temperature is wrong for them."
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Game 8
Feb 13, 2006 14:16:20 GMT -6
Post by Tweek on Feb 13, 2006 14:16:20 GMT -6
"They taste really bad anyway...."
Jenkins sticks out his tongue, and it appears dark purple. His breath doesn't smell like grapes either. More like manure or rotten meat.
"I need to get this devilish taste out of my mouth. Tastes like owl poop. Hand me that canteen, Charles. Quickly."
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Game 8
Feb 20, 2006 13:25:01 GMT -6
Post by Tweek on Feb 20, 2006 13:25:01 GMT -6
Tired of waiting, Jenkins snatches the canteen from Charles and gulps down a great quantity of water. He spills as much of it as he drinks, and hands back an empty canteen when he is done.
"Ahhhh. Better. I just hope those rotten grapes weren't poisonous or something. Let's move along. We're very close to the old cemetary. I don't want to be there until it's my turn..."
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Game 8
Feb 20, 2006 13:55:59 GMT -6
Post by Marco on Feb 20, 2006 13:55:59 GMT -6
Marco feels like the have been walking for 3 hours.
"I don't know guys. The more we get into these woods the more I feel bad. I just feel like somebody or something is stalking us."
Suddenly footsteps can be heard behind them.
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Game 8
Feb 22, 2006 8:27:49 GMT -6
Post by Tweek on Feb 22, 2006 8:27:49 GMT -6
All three men turn at the sound. Standing a few yards behind them is a small child wearing a white sleeping gown and clutching a tattered doll in her right hand. It is Robin Weaver. She has a dazed look in her eyes, seeming to be half-asleep and unaware of her surroundings.
"Robin!" cries Jenkins. "Girl, where have you been? Your folks are worried sick! Come here!"
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Game 8
Feb 25, 2006 7:09:32 GMT -6
Post by Tweek on Feb 25, 2006 7:09:32 GMT -6
The child does not respond. She does not seem to hear or even see the party. Her eyes are fixed on something far away, something otherworldly.
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Game 8
Mar 12, 2006 7:25:39 GMT -6
Post by Tweek on Mar 12, 2006 7:25:39 GMT -6
As Jenkins and the others approach, Robin Weaver looks up at them. Her eyes are dull and vacant. Like a doll's eyes. They get almost within reach when she speaks.
"Stay back. She says I can't leave yet. She won't let me go home until it is finished..."
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Game 8
Mar 19, 2006 8:06:11 GMT -6
Post by Marco on Mar 19, 2006 8:06:11 GMT -6
"What's she talking about? Come on girl, we gotta go"
Marco goes to the child, but suddenly he takes off of the ground ,spins through the air and lands on the floor. Robins voice has gotten very strange and deep.
"I said don't touch me, you f*cking *sshole"
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Game 8
Mar 23, 2006 8:04:48 GMT -6
Post by Tweek on Mar 23, 2006 8:04:48 GMT -6
There is a rumbling deep underground. The earth shudders and begins to push upwards, as if some huge object were coming up out of the ground. Robin clutches her doll tightly and shuts her eyes tight. Jenkins lets out a weak groan and collapses backwards onto the forest floor.
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Game 8
Apr 11, 2006 8:07:43 GMT -6
Post by Tweek on Apr 11, 2006 8:07:43 GMT -6
Robin walks forward as if in a trance and stops where Jenkins has fallen. She kneels beside him and whispers into his ear. His eyes widen in horror at the strange words that are spoken. The rumbling sound becomes louder. It is shaking leaves from the nearby trees now.
"Shoot her! Kill her now! She's going to take our souls! The devil has come to claim us! AHHHGH!!!!!!!!"
The old man fumbles with his shirt pocket and pulls out a silvery metallic object. He clutches it in a hand that trembles greatly. It is a small crucifix.
"Back, demon! Leave me and take another!"
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Game 8
Apr 12, 2006 7:35:02 GMT -6
Post by Marco on Apr 12, 2006 7:35:02 GMT -6
A soht can be heard and Robin collapses. Nobody says anything. Marco's eyes are opened widely and he has a pistol in his hand
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Game 8
Apr 18, 2006 12:13:38 GMT -6
Post by Tweek on Apr 18, 2006 12:13:38 GMT -6
As Robin falls to the ground, the forest falls silent. Jenkins looks up to see Marco, sees the gun in his hand. He glances fearfully at his target. Robin lies still as a corpse. There is no blood or sign of a bullet wound, but she does not appear to breathe or live at all.
"It could be a trick. We should get out of here just in case... you know. I'll back up your story, Marco. Tell everyone that we didn't find her. They won't suspect us. But we shouldn't linger here..."
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Game 8
May 5, 2006 21:02:37 GMT -6
Post by Tweek on May 5, 2006 21:02:37 GMT -6
Charles, Marco, and Jenkins walk together back towards town. Back to safety. None of them speak a word about what just happened. There simply are no words for it. They went out there to find a missing child; they return home as murderers, with a secret they can never reveal.
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Game 8
Jun 11, 2006 10:43:12 GMT -6
Post by Tweek on Jun 11, 2006 10:43:12 GMT -6
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