Evil Dead - Versus the World [CONTENT WARNING]

[HellFencer]

No words are heard from the guard, and as Skunk's penlight sweeps across Jamison's face, the reason why is very clear. His mouth is unusually wide, filled with neelding teeth, extending from almost literally ear to ear. His head is bent downwards, giving Skunk a very feral grin. The guard's eyes are now a bright blood red, completely devoid of irises. As the fear sinks into Skunk like rusty nails, he sees the guard's chest is no longer rising and dropping as it should.

A shiver runs through the punker's entire body as it locks up, unable to move. His mind is screaming at him to run, and at the same time, is stupefied to see such a sight. To onlookers, Skunk would look to be in a daze, staring off into the distance. His arms drop to his sides, letting his hands release his two most precious possessions at the moment; light and a defense.

The very same chill that runs through Skunk also hits Jane. Never in her life has she ever seen anything so perfectly grotesque. Its not as if the face is mutated... its more as if that were its true form. Which is the absolute most disturbing thing she could have seen right now. Anyone noticing Jane will see her flashlight drop and roll away, causing its luminescent beam to jump about the room. Jane sits crouching on the floor, eyes wide, dumbfounded with fear.

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Skunk, ole buddy ole pal, I need a will save.

[Logain]

Jeff
Jeff is watching as Skunk's and Jane's flashlights briefly illuminate the feral face of the guard. It suddenly makes sense why he was so okay dealing with killing and being locked in here and everything.

"JACK! HE'S ONE OF THEM!"

((posted with permission of the gm))

[Twilight]

Jane remains on the floor in a silent stupor. She cannot seem to focus on anything at the moment.

Holy spoon holyspoon holyspoonholyspoonholyspoonholyspoonholyspoonholys poonholyspoonholyspoonholyspoon ((ad nauseam))

[WhiteKnight777]

Jack

Jack gives a wicked little smile, the dark suspicions that have been crawling in the depths of his brain confirmed. With his face as lacking in compassion as that of the guard, he draws his revolver and discharges it at warped monstrosity wearing human flesh.

Shoot the Guard - (1d20+4)[7]
Damage - (2d6)[6]

[Velvet Elvis]

Skunk

The glassy-eyed, slack-jawed, limp-limbed punker-wannabe reacts to the gunshot with as much energy as his pen-light's hearing aid battery after four years of use.

[Logain]

Jeff

As Jack fires wildly toward the guard, Jeff suddenly remembers that although Jack is the only one to have succefully killed one of these things, he shot two other people doing it, and suddenly this seems like a very Very bad idea.

"Awww... crap," Jeff mumbles as he grabs ahold of Tom's sleeve and Jane's hand, dragging them away from the maniac with the gun or the guard he's shooting at.

[Twilight]

Jane allows herself to be led. She is otherwise somewhat unresponsive.

[GazMania]

Tom

Tom lets himself be led away, backing away from the two combatants, quite unsure of who is the most dangerous. He levels his gun at the beast, trying to get some amount of accuracy, yet leaves the actual firing until later.

[HellFencer]

The shot from Jack's gun flies into the darkness and ricochets twice before becoming silent. Jack is quite disappointed that the shot was not on, because now his position has been given away.

[Logain]

Jeff
Grabbing and guiding Tom by his sleeve is easy work, which is good, because Jane hangs like dead weight as Jeff pulls her to the side.

It isn't exactly dark in here, as there were just two flashlights dropped, but they are rolling around, making it a little hard to keep track of nearly anything. About ten feet away from the firefight that's sure to ensue between Jack and Jamison, Jeff stops by the wall and lowers himself to the floor, putting a hand on Jane and Tom to do the same.

[GazMania]

Tom

Tom lets Jeff lead him away from the fight-fight, his concern going to Jane and Skunk. Well, Skunk anyway, both he and Jeff where in a position to help Jane. As they stand around 10 feet from the fight, Tom runs it through his mind what he will do to help out. Right.. I'll let Jack get a few shots off, he pretty good at hittin' things.. His hand tightens around his gun's handle, his fingers drumming nervously on it. "What we gonna do, Jeff, think he can do it 'imself?"

[Velvet Elvis]

Skunk

Somewhere deep inside Skunk's brain he sees himself running his ass off, but the scenery he should be passing is static as if his sneakers beat a treadmill's grooved rubber strip. The evil he tries to run from simply stands by, laughing without laughing, watching his quarry tiring itself out without realizing the effort can never bear fruit. But Skunk runs anyway.

Run Skunk. Run.

In the real world, which has become something of a misnomer recently, he stands stupidly, stock still, except for the twitching and trembling. Like a car engine with no connection to wheels; doomed to work for nothing. His eyes are, perhaps, the only parts of him that work properly at this point, and they dart from one dark point to another in a futile attempt to maintain some semblance of place, and, of course, to have some idea from which direction his deathblow would come.

[Twilight]

Jane curls up around her knees as soon as Jeff pushes down on her. She whimpers, barely audible even to the two men next to her.

Her body rocks back and forth as she tries to gain a hold of her senses.

Breath moves raggedly in and out of Jane's lungs; her head spins a little and it is hard to know whether the horrific sight of the guard or her mild lack of oxygen is to blame.

[Logain]

Jeff
Jeff pats Jane on the shoulder- she seems to be taking this thing pretty hard. He doesn't hear her whimpering, but it's not hard to distinguish the feeling of someone curled up in a ball and rocking back and forth next to him.

He almost shrugs, and then realizes that no one would see it. It's like this is all a bad dream... like those horrible dreams...

Jeff shakes himself as he hears Tom's whisper, "I don't know, dude. Jack seems crazy enough to handle it. If anything goes really bad, we'll have to do something."

After he's done talking, waiting for the Guard to retaliate, it's like waiting for the calm before the storm.

This can't be one of those dreams... my wife isn't here... of please, God, let this all be a bad dream.

[HellFencer]

From the darkness, nothing can really be seen. Only the sound of footsteps after the echoing gunfire are heard. Light footsteps that, given their time apart, are running towards the group. And then silence. It seems to drag on for an eon; a black hole sucking in all things.

The next sound is a thump and a guttural grunt from Jack as the monster leaps upon him, shoving its knife-like thumbs through his shoulders. A moment later, a form of slime slowly drops down onto Jack's face; he's got a pretty good idea what it is...

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8 points of damage to 'ole Jack. Top of the rounds folks!

[Logain]

Jeff
Even in the near-darkness, it's pretty clear what's happening. Jack shot at the guy, the guy runs toward the group and tackles someone. Jeff leans close to Tom, and whispers "I'm going for the flashlight- when I find this thing, I want you to shoot it, okay?"

Taking three short breaths to calm himself, Jeff launches himself across the floor, using what little he knows of the interior of the room to move to where Jane dropped the flashlight, essentially back across his own steps to where he had just pulled Tom and Jane from.

Like a major-league baseball player, Jeff hits a knee and slides the last few feet, scooping up the flashlight. He spins the beam around, pointing it toward Jack and (hopefully) the "Guard."

[WhiteKnight777]

Jack

Jack roars, a primal sound of rage and pain. Goddamn that hurts. It never hurt that bad, not even the two times he'd been shot, or the one time that Chinese soldier - barely more than a kid - had stabbed him with a bayonet. It felt like a.. a hypodermic. Like he was being *infected* with something...

God.. if I'm going to turn into one of those, let someone else put a bullet in my brain first.

Snarling, Jack puts his gun right where he thinks the creature should be, squeezing off another round from the Ruger

[HellFencer]

Jeff amazingly remembers the layout of the room, and can even see the end of the flashlight, reflecting back dust from the floor. As he points the light towards Jack, he can see the guard twisting its thumbs into Jack's shoulders, grinning like some kind of maddened clown. Quite literally, its now gaping maw stretches from ear to ear, saliva dripping off the needled points onto Jack's face.

And as the light hits the creature, Jack levels the gun against its ribs and lets loose another shot. This time it is spot on, and blows a hole of gore through the thing's torso. A terrible shriek emits from the thing, throwing its head back.

[Velvet Elvis]

Skunk

Skunk watches with no ability to flee. Watches as the thing sends its dagger-thumbs into Jack's shoulders, and despite his general immobility, reflexively winces as a hole is blown through its gut.

At this point, although it could just as easily be a false impression, he was beginning to feel as if he could run away. But his legs were still unresponsive, and that treadmill was still beneath his feet, mocking him. And deep down, he was happy, in a morbid, twisted way, that the thing had turned on Jack instead of himself. He'd thought about dying many, many times in his life, but this was never one of the scenarios. He preferred other death options, such as being smothered by that stripper, Greta von Bazooms, in a very special way.

[GazMania]

Tom

As Jeff shoots off for the flash-light, Tom takes a deep breath to calm himself down. Whle he couldn't see what had happened, the sound was not good at all. He wactches Jeff slide along the floor, flash-light in hand, before he uses it to illuminate the fight. The sight was worse than Tom could imagine, and so was the situation. If he didn't act soon, Jack was surely done for.

Holding his breath to steady his aim, Tom lifts the gun he had been holding for a while and aims it right at the beast. Marksmanship was never Tom's strongest qualitiy though, and he couldnt help but feel a little worried to where the bullet was actually going to land.

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Attack/Damage Roll (1d20+4=10, 2d6=8) God speed little bullet...

[HellFencer]

Tom levels his gun, hand slightly shaking, and slowly squeezes off a round. In the back of his mind, a replay of the fiasco from earlier plays in his mind. Seeing Jeff and Ed both bleeding out on the ground from bullet wounds. The image of Jack laying there dead with Tom's bullet in his brain flashes by. It causes Tom to pull his shot a bit too much, letting it fly off into the darkness and ricochet off some junk nearby.

[Velvet Elvis]

Skunk

Again, Skunk winces involuntarily at the gunshot. He was one that hadn't been initiated into Tom's "Let's Shoot People!" club, and wasn't too keen on changing things. But, dammit, he couldn't move no matter how hard he tried, his irrational mind succumbing to that twisted freak of a guard. That little cluster of two or three neurons still managing a modicum of pseudo-rational thought is all that kept him from flashbacking and going entirely insane.

[WhiteKnight777]

Jack

Jack grins wickedly into the eyes of the beast, pressing the barrel closer to him as he squeezes the trigger again, snarling through the excruciating pain from the creature's wicked, gouging thumbs. His eyes are half-crazy with pain and rage as he snarls a few words into the creature's face

Like that you ugly piece of ****? have a little more.

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Another Pistol Shot - (1d20+4)[18]

Damage - (2d6)[10]

[Twilight]

Jane uncurls enough to look up at the scene. Now she does whimper because if she were to scream that thing might come after her. She squeezes her eyes shut but all she can see in her mind's eye are the drooling maws of what should have been a security guard.

"Wake up, wake up, wake up..." She whispers to herself.

[HellFencer]

Another shriek from the creature, this time even higher pitched, as a second bullet flies through its torso. Bits of gore audibly hit the floor as the guard pulls its thumbs out of Jack's shoulders. Grabbing him by the jacket, Jack is suddenly in the grip of the creature, and then flying through the air. Unfortunately, Jack flies straight into Tom, knocking them both to the ground hard. The creature's sight falls upon Jeff, now the only person still aiming something at it. A serpentine tongue darts between the needled teeth, cutting itself profusely on the points, sending a red stream into the guard's uniform.

[Logain]

Jeff
Jeff, seeing the monster zero in on him, finds his mouth suddenly dry. He swallows anyway, and suddenly finds himself sneering. No, not sneering, but almost growling. Wait... I'm not almost growling... I'm actually growling...

Hopping into a crouch, Jeff pulls the pepperspray from his pocket, holding it ready in one hand, flashlight in the other, waiting for the beast to come to him. With Jack and Tom out of the running, it was on him, and he wasn't going to go down without a fight.

His face shows his determination, his teeth bared in a manner that can only be described as "Feral."

[WhiteKnight777]

Jack

Jack growls like a wounded wolf, bleeding profusely from the shoulder wounds as he lies atop Tom

****.. he really... really did a number on me...

Jack breathes slowly, in and out, eyes half-closed.. The world seeming to turn to molasses as the blood flows freely..

[GazMania]

Tom

"...."This was roughly the sound Tom made as Jack slammed into him, sending them both sprawling to the ground. The blow shocked Tom, sending his gun flying from his hand long before they slammed into the floor. Tom lies there winded, Jack bleeding on top of him. "Get back up.." he mutters to himself, "you 'aint down for the count just yet.." Gently rolling Jack off from on top of him, Tom staggers back to his feet. Sadly this had taken longer than he expected and so could do little more but look on in shock as the monster started off for Jeff.

[Twilight]

Jane finally remembers how to breathe and her sight comes back into focus.

What the fork?!

She scans the area for anything that might serve as protection. Hard to make out anything amidst the dancing shadows thrown by what little light there is...nevertheless she's searching.

[Velvet Elvis]

Skunk

After a slow motion eternity, Skunk's mind finally stops playing the endless stalemates of tic-tac-toe with itself and snaps. Ironically, it snaps back into a semblance of self-control that results in the appearance of anything but.

The still limp mohawk is seen almost disembodied in the random reflections and flashes of light, making a quick dash toward the circus-freak that used to be a guard. On his way, deft fingers yank a black metal rod from a side pocket, though none but possibly the intended target, could see it. But just about anyone could hear the shiiink of the baton reaching full length.

Suddenly, a hooting yell that sounds too much like a little girl and equally too much like the shriek released by the guard, pierces the darkness as Skunk brings down the baton on the thing's cranial area. So the embryonic plan plays out in his brain.

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Okay, let's see how sloppy this gets...

Setting my Dodge buddy to Freeky-Deeky, which kicks my Def to 19 until further notice.

I've got a whoppin' +2 on my attack roll and tons of non-strength behind the swing. If it's possible to get flanking from my position relative to Jack, then add another +2 to my attack roll.

skunk death wish attack - baton vs creepy the clown (1d20+2=19, 1d6+1=2)

Hrmm...looks like a possible hit, for minimum damage. And the people rejoiced. "Meh!"