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  • draco24

    draco24

    #32559284 - 5 years ago

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  • draco24

    draco24

    #32559285 - 5 years ago

    Night 1
    Draco stared at the clock winding down to 6 PM while in his car. He would take occasional glances at the glacier white mask laying in the passenger seat that would be painted red by the end of the evening. He reveled in the idea of the Purge. The lawless city would be his playground.

    The Purge was an annual event that allowed the citizenry to commit any crime without any fear of retribution from law enforcement. It was designed to cull population and prevent a third civil war. The Purge would be from a few days in the dog days of summer. A week or more full of murder, rape, and any other vile thing the human mind could muster.

    Draco had never participated in the Purge before because he always wanted to be prepared. He wanted to taste every experience the Purge had to offer, but he also did not want to fall victim to the Purge. He knew several acquaintances that wanted to go on their own little murder spree only to succumb to a roving band of militia or captured by an auction house and would never be heard from again. Draco would be different; he trained diligently in firearm and hand to hand combat, he learned the overall layout of the city, and he followed guidelines that he found online to train as if he were part of an elite task force.

    The air raid siren sounded off throughout the city counting down the last moments before anarchy would reign.

    Draco would do a quick inventory before he started his engine. He had anticipated that he would drive around until something struck his fancy. His blood boiled as the siren grew louder and louder in his head. He gripped the wheel as he stared down the clock ready to tick 6:00. He slowly placed the white mask over his face. The mask was his own version of a pristine wedding gown.

    The final siren roared through the city streets.

    Draco slammed the gas pedal with all his might…

    His car stalled, smoke rising from the engine. Draco had spent so much time preparing this mind and body; he overlooked a vital tool to this evenings festivities. “No matter,†Draco uttered as he grabbed his gear and left the car. He began a trek towards downtown.

    Suddenly something caught his eye. During the Purge, Draco expected to see all manner of things but still did not expect a spectacle as this. He watched in awe as a woman rode a horse down the street while dragging a burning corpse behind her. She was beautiful and breathtaking. Draco was so distracted that he did not hear the school bus barreling towards him.

    A group of ten year olds laughed in glee as the guts splattered the front of the bus. It would be one of those nights…

    @Atriedes
    @BBirdseed
    @Biolith
    @Bryan
    @BuckeyeDon
    @CalPal
    @draco24 - Hit by a school bus
    @Fizz
    @Hoorah
    @jokersflame
    @megafire
    @monopoly_j
    @Morsus
    @PaulRvBFan
    @TheNefasus
    @thomasdenb

  • draco24

    draco24

    #32559286 - 5 years ago

    Day 1

    The first night was already a vicious start to the Purge. The smell of blood hung on the air; some individuals would even say that there would be the metallic taste in their mouths. A lot of people had died and the worst had yet to come.

    During the day, the city seemed to relent some and people were became a little less violent. There were even groupings that would come together; thinking that they were safe together and so that they could share what happened the night before as a way to relieve some of the stress. A few citizens were even joking around about the school bus that had been rampaging around the city. Some have heard that they were children that were ready to be sacrificed to the new cult that but had escaped and wanted to exact their own form of revenge. Others had heard that this school bus was full of soulless children trained by their parents to kill everyone else in hopes that they could survive the Purge. Either way, it was funny to see the unsuspecting bodies explode upon impact.

    Suddenly, a fight broke out amongst the group. Fists were flying. It was the type of event that the group wanted to avoid during the day. The day would be their haven, their rest; but if death entered their domain then no time would be safe during the Purge. There would be only one way to solve this crime against the trust: a mob-fueled lynching.

    Fingers shot around, pointing blame and calling out names. Most of the accusations would be age old rivalries that certain few looked to settle before the sun had set. Eventually the group settled on voting system. How else did people expect anything to get done during this anarchistic period. A hat went around and people placed votes that was scribbled with whatever paper that could be mustered.

    One of the oldest survivors of the city grabbed the hat and began to count aloud. The votes were spread evenly among the crowd for a while. A vote was thrown this direction or that. No one was the outright choice of the group to die. Then came the last few votes, four names came up repeatedly; but it lastly fell down to two individuals. The vote was tied. How would they decide between these two men.

    Out of the crowd burst a random fellow with a hatchet, “I’ll let this in an old fashion way.†He threw the hatchet into the sky. “How about we let the fates decide?â€

    The group panicked and began pushing each other out the way, but there was no clear path for anyone to flee. It was pure anarchy and the fellow who threw the hatchet laughed with a certain sense of glee. He stood steadfast and laughed as he watched everyone stumble over each other. His eyes were... *THUNK*

    Fizz had enough wherewithal to look at the hatchet sticking out of his forehead. He laughed, “I’mma unicorn…â€
    Fizz, the Psychopath, was one of the two men voted to die. Who know what he was thinking when he decided to throw that hatchet into the air, but as he wanted the fates decided.

    Everyone scurried back to where they felt safe for the upcoming night.

    @Atriedes
    @BBirdseed
    @Biolith
    @Bryan
    @BuckeyeDon
    @CalPal
    @draco24 - Hit by a school bus
    @Fizz - The Pyschopath is a Unicorn
    @Hoorah
    @jokersflame
    @megafire
    @monopoly_j
    @Morsus
    @PaulRvBFan
    @TheNefasus
    @thomasdenb

  • draco24

    draco24

    #32559287 - 5 years ago

    Night 2

    BuckeyeDon rolled around in his bed for the better part of 3 hours. He had slept through most of the day, resting before the festivities of the evening. Buck was not an active person but he did enjoy the events of the Purge. He sat up looking at the clock and grabbed a half filled bottle of beer that sat next to it. He gargled the contents and spat them out the barred window next to the bed. He then reached underneath his pillow for the bottle of gin and swallowed a mouthful of the liquor. Now, it was time to see the fun stuff.

    Buck strolled out of his apartment without a care in the world. He held a machete to ward off some of the more touchy people, but he wanted to live in the city and find out what everyone was up to. Down the hall he saw a man scramble out of another apartment as someone crawled after him. The man running away yelled in a singsong voice, “You have been diddled, you have been diddled.†Buck didn’t feel like diddling anyone or being diddled so he took this opportunity to go down the stairs and out of the building.

    Immediately, as soon as he left the building, Buck witnessed a man being tackled and held down. He thought that was another person being diddled, but when the attacker left the man stood up and began dancing as if possessed. Of course, Buck loved to dance so he grabbed the man’s hand and started to dance along with him although he should see that the man’s eyes were rolled into the back of his head. Buck danced away without a worry about the Purge. The cursed man then leaned towards Buck and kissed him passionately. Buck’s eyes flared with lust as he felt this man’s lip cover his own. Buck was in ecstasy.

    “The venerable Flying Spaghetti Monster despised creatures such as you,†cried another person walking up. The Cultist walked up dragging a body behind him, probably a converted neophyte. “We will cleanse the world of all evil so that we may feel the meatballs upon us!â€

    Buck was definitely disturbed by this attention and decided to pull away and run down the street. He swiftly turned a corner only to run into an armored soldier. This soldier was outfitted with body armor and assault rifles, his eyes were also bloodshot and moist. Buck fell back and landed on the pavement. All Buck could hear was the soldier muttering, “He killed himself with his own hatchet.. He killed himself with his own hatchett…â€

    The soldier raised his assault rifle and aimed it towards Buck, read to fire.

    Without warning, yet another man raced up and while holding his hand up yelled, “Stop and let there be peace!†The soldier cocked his head in confusion and walked away.

    Buck had decided that tonight was already too much fun. He would go back to his apartment and wait until tomorrow...

    @Atriedes
    @BBirdseed
    @Biolith
    @Bryan
    @BuckeyeDon - is VERY popular
    @CalPal
    @draco24 - Hit by a school bus
    @Fizz - The Pyschopath is a Unicorn
    @Hoorah
    @jokersflame
    @megafire
    @monopoly_j
    @Morsus
    @PaulRvBFan
    @TheNefasus
    @thomasdenb

  • draco24

    draco24

    #32559288 - 5 years ago

    Day 2

    Birdseed popped his head through the manhole and looked around timidly. Ever since the Purge had begun, everyone seemed to have it out for him; but he was always a step ahead of them. This was not the first Purge that Birdseed had gone through and it would not be his last. Birdseed would make it a point to live another day to spite everyone around him. He would walk out onto the street after the Purge and laugh heartily into the face of everyone that wanted him dead. Birdseed had decided that he will survive.

    It had been almost a full day since he had eaten anything of substance and now Birdseed thought to risk going towards the more populated parts of the city where more well-stocked food stores may be. Birdseed raised his crossbow and scanned the area for anyone that cause him any harm. He made notice that the streets were fairly empty during the day. Most of the city would be resting or gathering to talk about the previous night. Birdseed knew he shouldn’t bother with any of that if he wanted to live.

    Unfortunately for Birdseed, a group heading towards one of those meetings rounded the bend and took notice of him. He aimed the crossbox at the nearest person, but in the back of his head he realized that he did not have enough bolts for this entire group. As the group began to realize who he was, Birdseed turned to take off. He knew a few alleyways and shortcuts that would aid him in his escape.

    The chase was intense as Birdseed climbed fences, pulled trash cans behinds him, and ducked in almost every direction. The mob was relentless though and chased with a fervent zeal. The hounded Birdseed as if he were a tasty morsel awaiting to be devoured. No matter how much Birdseed could run, eventually he zagged when he should have zigged. The mob leapt upon him and held him down.

    One of the crowd pulled out a length of rope and tossed it on a fire escape. The mob was going to have a good ol’ fashioned lynching. Members of the mob salivated at the sight of the noose going around Birdseed’s neck. It finally be the time to kill the man they had sought to kill since the first blood-filled night.

    “Halt!†called out a stranger in the back of the mob. He sashayed forward towards Birdseed. Leaning in close, the stranger whispered, “Sing for me, big boy.â€

    Birdseed was confused; he didn’t know what to make of the man or his request. Seeing as this may have been his last act in this work, Birdseed thought that it wouldn’t anything. Birdseed proceeded to bellow out an operatic song that would move the ages. Tears formed in the eyes of some of the mob and sentimentality got the others in the mob. The mob dispersed leaving Birdseed standing alone in an alley with a noose around his neck.

    He shrugged as he removed the noose and went on his merry way to get some food.

    @Atriedes
    @BBirdseed - was pardoned by his beautiful voice
    @Biolith
    @Bryan
    @BuckeyeDon - is VERY popular
    @CalPal
    @draco24 - Hit by a school bus
    @Fizz - The Pyschopath is a Unicorn
    @Hoorah
    @jokersflame
    @megafire
    @monopoly_j
    @Morsus
    @PaulRvBFan
    @TheNefasus
    @thomasdenb

  • draco24

    draco24

    #32559289 - 5 years ago

    Night 3

    Atriedes was frightened by the loud noises that he would hear. Hell, small shadows flickering on the wall would spook him. Atriedes was not a brave man, nor very athletic; but he was smart enough to know to hide when it came to the Purge. Normally, people would steer clear of the major cities during the Purge. There were always chances all of the country but the cities were the epicenter of everything. Of course, Atriedes did not want to leave the city as he had grown accustomed to the lifestyle that his apartment had afforded him. During the days, he would go back to his room and play numerous games running on his rig. At night, Atriedes would find a place to hide and hope that no one would be able to find him.

    It was getting dark, Atriedes needed to find a new place to hide.

    He slinked and slithered from corner to stoop, looking for the right place for him. In his darkened hiding places he would witness some of the horrendous acts that the citizens would perform on one another. He saw two men in the middle of the street, one knelt while bound as the other stop over him wearing only a nun’s habit. The naked man had his hands placed on his hips, his pelvis thrusted forward. With a sweep of the habit; he would say, “Now it is time for you to speak with the Stick of Truth!†The naked man would begin thrusting towards the man’s face while the bound man began to cry. Atriedes knew he did not want any part of that.

    Atriedes looked around further down the street. He saw a home that looked secure enough to keep him for the night, but there was something bizarre to behold when he peered into a small window in the door. Atriedes looked upon a man surrounded by candles and colanders. Atriedes watched for a moment as a man proclaimed his love for spaghetti to an unconscious man. Certainly, Atriedes would not have any of that.

    Atriedes became worried that he would not find a safe harbor for the evening. He felt lost and the fear almost consumed him. He continued to search and finally approached a basement apartment. The only entrance to this apartment would be the main staircase to door which had a steel gate in front. The perfect place to hide out for the night. Atriedes looked around to ensure that he was alone in finding this place. With the satiscation that he was alone, Atriedes slowly took his first step down the stairs. As was well with the first few steps, but what Atriedes didn’t realize that after a few steps the stair were cut and would give way to any weight. Atriedes would fall into a deep dark hole. The fall broke one of the Atriedes’ legs, but he could still put weight on the other. He tried to hobble around and find an exit before the noise draws the attention of someone else. He couldn’t find anything, but he also didn’t hear anyone coming for him.

    Atriedes thought for a moment that he was safe in here since it was so dark. Of course, that was until he crossed the tripwire that fired a shotgun blast through his chest...

    @Atriedes - tried to hide in the Survivalist’s trap
    @BBirdseed - was pardoned
    @Biolith
    @Bryan
    @BuckeyeDon - is VERY popular
    @CalPal
    @draco24 - Hit by a school bus
    @Fizz - The Pyschopath is a Unicorn
    @Hoorah
    @jokersflame
    @megafire
    @monopoly_j
    @Morsus
    @PaulRvBFan
    @TheNefasus
    @thomasdenb

  • draco24

    draco24

    #32559290 - 5 years ago

    Day 3

    This year’s Purge was actually fairly lackluster in regards to body count. For sure there were people that were affected due to the less than scrupulous denizens of the city. A couple of people had already been touched not by an angel, but by a sex-fueled Diddler. Others were converted to praise the Flying Spaghetti Monster; only to wish to touch His lovely Meat Balls. With all the promise of murder and population control, so far the body count was only at three. Even if it were for a lack of trying, the bodies were not dropping as much as it needed to be. The government needed to rectify this.

    The sound system used for the sirens that signify the start and end of the Purge would be used for the announcement the government instigated, “Greetings, citizens. The Purge has not developed the way this county needs. Thusly, we have deemed that the citizenry require a sacrifice before day’s end. Otherwise, we may need to require the whole city to commit their lives to the Purge.â€

    The message was heard throughout the city. The citizens would figure out that the Government meant that they would nuke the city if they were unable to select a sacrifice.

    The remaining citizens gathered in the downtown area to reach an agreement. Immediately, everyone would bicker with each other. No one wanted to die just so the Government would be happy with population surveys. Of course, no one wanted to risk the thought of everyone dying. Sacrificing a neighbor sounded better than being obliterated by a giant blast of fiery death.

    Who would be the city’s sacrifice?

    Almost unanimously, the surviving citizens called out for Megafire to face the firing squad. With a chant of his name, the citizens closed in on the lone Megafire. They eyed him hungrily and wanted this trial to be over and continuing to try to survive the rest of the Purge.

    As the city closed in on Megafire, he stood tall while closing his hands into fists. One fist raised up into the air, “Halt!†Megafire with the power of his voice had prevented the further encroachment. He looked defiantly into the eyes of each citizen and spoke with an unwavering voice, “I am your Governor. You will not lay a hand upon me. My will is and always will be your will.â€

    Without expecting it, the Governor’s voice had swayed the citizens. The Governor was elected to his post for this very reason. The Governor pumped his fist into the air; calling out, “Now is the time for our revolt. No government should have this power over our lives. We control our destinies. If there are people that need to die, then let it be the Government!â€

    Those words drove the city to raise up and march towards the Capital. With an army at this disposal, the Governor would continue his goal of slowly controlling the world.

    @Atriedes - tried to hide in the Survivalist’s trap
    @BBirdseed - was pardoned
    @Biolith
    @Bryan
    @BuckeyeDon - is VERY popular
    @CalPal
    @draco24 - Hit by a school bus
    @Fizz - the Pyschopath is a Unicorn
    @Hoorah
    @jokersflame
    @megafire - the Governor was the ultimate winner of the Purge
    @monopoly_j
    @Morsus
    @PaulRvBFan
    @TheNefasus
    @thomasdenb

  • draco24

    draco24

    #32559291 - 5 years ago

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  • draco24

    draco24

    #32559292 - 5 years ago

    The Purge 2

  • draco24

    draco24

    #32559293 - 5 years ago

    Night 1

    Governor Megafire’s revolution was fresh in everyone’s minds. His rise to power was swift and absolute. Everyone cheered for the city’s hero and the possibility of the great changes that awaited the country, even the world. Unfortunately for the average citizen; the Governor decided to keep the Purge in place. Many believed it to be his way of culling his opponents. Before the Government would put up a face of the Purge doing good for the nation, but the Governor did not bother with the pretense. He revealed in the deaths that the Purge brought upon. He would even go into cities with a small group of soldiers to cleanse a few citizens during Purges. The rule under Governor Megafire was tyrannical, leaving the world to tremble.

    Of course, that was a few years ago and things have changed a bit. Governor Megafire had been murdered by one of his soldiers who overtook the role of Governor. No one knew who the man was, but the new Governor was just as bloodthirsty as the previous one. He used his military knowledge to tighten a grip upon city after city. When he reached our city, he declared a new version of the Purge. A Purge that would not end until the Governor deemed it so. He wanted to see the world burn and with a jagged smile, he enjoyed his work.

    Tonight was the first night of the new Governor’s Purge. Tonight death and mayhem would visit the once quiet city. Throughout the city, sirens echoed down the cavernous streets. At most major intersections where monitors that would help other citizens know what was going on all around the city. Citizens warily crept from their hiding places to take notice of the announcement for the new Governor’s Purge.

    The screens all through the city crackled with sound as the evening’s first show began. “Hello, my pretties,†the Governor sang as the video game into focus. The Governor danced around a man that hung from rope wrapped around his midsection. The Governor would spin the obviously unconscious man. “This boy was a wee bit naughty and tried to start our lovely Purge early, but we’s caught him.†The Governor shook the man awake. The man’s eyes widened as he realized what was going on, but the duct tape over his mouth prevent his pleas. “We’s usually asked for youse to be one of the first, but we’s thought it be best for us to take over. We’s gotta a good ‘un, tonight.†The Governor winked to someone off camera and the man began to lower into a pit below.

    What waited below for the man was something that would not make sense in a normal world, but we do not live in that short of world. What the man saw were carnivorous squirrels chewing away at the gristle of men long gone. The man wanted to cry as he felt the weird sensations of having his bare feet both being tickled by fluffy tails while the front end of the beasts would chew the meat. Draco knew he only had one shot to end this madness, but never knew a greater depravity would be his end.

    @Amazing_Cam
    @Atriedes
    @BBirdseed
    @Biolith
    @Bryan
    @BuckeyeDon
    @CalPal
    @draco24 - fed to the squirrels
    @Fizz
    @Hoorah
    @jaxom_rahl
    @jokersflame
    @megafire
    @monopoly_j
    @Morsus
    @PaulRvBFan
    @TheNefasus

  • draco24

    draco24

    #32559294 - 5 years ago

    Day 1

    “Ooh, Cal. Come out to plaaaay,†cried out the gang that had hounded CalPal for miles. CalPal had been running long before daybreak. His legs ached in ways that he didn't believe were possible. Sweat beaded down into his eyes, blurring his vision. He searched frantically for a path to safety but all he saw were closed doors and dead-ended alley ways. He could hear the howling of the gang that has laid their eyes on the him. They had claimed him from the start of this Purge and it would seem that no one else would do. CalPal couldn't catch his breath, no matter how hard he tried.

    The gang playing their game were filled with little boys on Razer scooters wearing Halloween masks. Their leader was a boy no older than 12, wearing a Hulk mask. He bellowed out commands to his gang as they practically herded CalPal to where they would be able to take their time with him. The Hulk had been part of this gang for almost five years. He had been jumped into the gang harshly and ridiculed for being the runt of the group, but he would get his revenge. Quickly, the Hulk would take over the gang and murder off each older member. The Hulk would not even wait until the Purge to commit these crimes; he would just find ways that benefited him. Only a few weeks ago, the former leader of the gang was disposed of. There were games the gang would play where they would throw a yoga ball into the faces of unsuspecting members. The Hulk figured a way to implant a concrete ball into the larger yoga ball, so when he threw into the older boys face the rock smashed his nose in. The others were scared of the Hulk and the all fell in line that the boy had just fallen. The Hulk was ruthless and he wanted CalPal.

    Finally a cramp hit CalPal and he couldn't muster another step. He hobbled on one leg for as long as he could but he could hear the tiny wheels from the scooters. He knew the stories of what these boys could do to him, none of which would be pleasant or quick. Tears streamed from his eyes. CalPal cried as he wondered why everyone ridiculed him for his duck-like nose.

    A large roar came from a motorcycle as it sped past the gang and headed to CalPal. CalPal thought he was done for sure; but the man riding the motorcycle reached out a gloved hand and said, “You oughta come with me’s, if you’d want to lives.†The Governor deemed it a holiday for anything that reminded him of this old pet, the platypus.

    @Amazing_Cam
    @Atriedes
    @BBirdseed
    @Biolith
    @Bryan
    @BuckeyeDon
    @CalPal - Platypus exodus
    @draco24 - feed to the squirrels
    @Fizz
    @Hoorah
    @jaxom_rahl
    @jokersflame
    @megafire
    @monopoly_j
    @Morsus
    @PaulRvBFan
    @TheNefasus

  • draco24

    draco24

    #32559295 - 5 years ago

    Night 2

    Night crept into the city, stealing the warmth away from its citizens. The coldness drove all warmth from the bodies only to replace it with madness. The people of the city began to fall into the rhythms of the Purge, looking for their next target. In fact the Psychopath was on the rampage to sate his bloodlust.

    The Psychopath deemed it necessary that he put another notch on his belt, so to speak especially since he just cut the victim’s name onto his body. The Psychopath had watched way too many horror movies and went with a hatchet to chase down his victims. He knew he would be methodical. He would seem slow but he knew he would be able to track down his prey. Outside the window, he saw a man wandering about looking to exact his own form of joy during the Purge. Jokersflame looked to have his eye out for something special, but kept those thoughts hidden in his heart. The Psychopath knew that this would be his chance to drink the tears of hapless soul.

    The Psychopath grabbed his hatchet and began to make his way to the door to head down to the street when a figure appeared in the doorway. The silent figure swiftly moved up to the Psychopath and combed his hair back. This figure peacefully lured the Psychopath to sleep for the rest of the evening. Jokersflame would be safe for one evening.

    Meanwhile throughout the city more diddling and other heinous acts occurred, especially a conversion to a cult. A crazed Cultist looked upon his bound victim with bloodshot eyes. The Cultist donned his skeletal mask as he poured blood on soon-to-be devotee of Khorne. The Cultist chanted out the words that would be known for forty thousand years. The Cultist pulled out his dagger and leaned in close to the victim, “Courage shall flow through your blood.†The Cultist began to draw the blade across the victim’s wrists in a way that would draw blood but not sever anything vital. The Cultist stood upright and held the dagger over his mouth, letting the blood… BAM!!

    “Was it you?†asked the shotgun wielding man. With a crazed look around for anyone else, the man freed the victim. Under this breath the man regretfully said, “Damn, it wasn’t. Another psycho taken of though.†He then walked out into the city looking for the man that wronged him so.

    With a little bit of strength his god afforded him; Jaxom looked down at the whole in his chest, “No, ho...honor with a gun.†Jaxom slowly closed his eyes and prayed that he had done well in his short time.

    @Amazing_Cam
    @Atriedes
    @BBirdseed
    @Biolith
    @Bryan
    @BuckeyeDon
    @CalPal - Platypus exodus
    @draco24 - feed to the squirrels
    @Fizz
    @Hoorah
    @jaxom_rahl - Cultist beliefs were not enough
    @jokersflame - Peacefully excused from death
    @megafire
    @monopoly_j
    @Morsus
    @PaulRvBFan
    @TheNefasus

  • draco24

    draco24

    #32559296 - 5 years ago

    Day 2

    Daybreak warmed the dry blood on the city streets, causing the smell to waft through the air. The arid smell drove the Governor wild with excitement. He loved the feeling of controlling the lives over this city’s citizens. He played god and saved someone from an seemly murder just yesterday, but now he wanted to have someone sacrifice themselves. It was time to play a little game.

    The Governor barked out orders for his minions to gather the denizens for some fun. The minions used their assault rifles to drive the people towards Main Street where the Governor awaited. The beleaguered citizens were forced from their hiding spots and none of them were too happy about. When they arrived; they noticed a giant pit in the intersection. The pit looked like it was filled with hair of some sort; no one wanted to go in just because it seemed gross let alone the idea that something might kill them inside.

    The Governor giggled as he saw all the people being forced around him. He pet one of his vampiric squirrells as if it were a friendly little kitty. As the crowd of people pushed in closer and closer, the Governor threw his squirrell into the pit only to have the hairy mass turn into a giant exodus of hungry spiders. The spiders devoured the squirrell in an instant then began to crawl out of the pit. People panicked and began to run in every direction. The Governor looked confused as to why this was happening, even right up to the point when someone pushed him towards the spiders. Governor Monopoly would not be able to resist the embrace of this army of spiders.

    “Oooh, wait! One more!!!â€

    A strange man dressed as a nun ran up towards Bobby Birdseed with a musket. There was no hesitation, the man droke the musket right up to Bobby’s head and blew it cleanly off. Bobby’s body twitched and walked a few more steps and even had its arm reach up and try to scratch a non-existent head in confusion.

    @Amazing_Cam
    @Atriedes
    @BBirdseed - the Lover was not Loved
    @Biolith
    @Bryan
    @BuckeyeDon
    @CalPal - Platypus exodus
    @draco24 - feed to the squirrels
    @Fizz
    @Hoorah
    @jaxom_rahl - Cultist beliefs were not enough
    @jokersflame - Peacefully excused from death
    @megafire
    @monopoly_j - Governor fell victim to his own game
    @Morsus
    @PaulRvBFan
    @TheNefasus

  • draco24

    draco24

    #32559297 - 5 years ago

    Night 3

    It was a brand new day, or night for that matter. The city was without the tyrannical Governor to harass and kill its citizens. Unfortunately, even though the Governor was dead; people continued on with the Purge. No one had received word that the police would be back to enforce the laws. This was their opportunity to continue to fulfil their primal needs. Even the supernatural forces of the Curse would find its way to a new victim. The Curse filled the body of an unsuspecting victim and caused him to violently contort in ways that no human body should. The new recipient of the Curse would hid in the corner for the next day, the corner next to the ceiling, hoping that the Curse would go away.

    The Diddler hadn’t been interested in human diddles in a little while. He had been spending his time trying out new things to diddle. He even tried to diddle one of the spiders that killed the Governor, but the spider bit him and he threw it as far as he could. Of course, there were other things to diddle. He broke into a house and found a family hiding in the attic. The family didn’t interest him, but the daughter’s room held something new. In the room, the Diddler found a hamster that was left with an abundance of food and water.

    The Diddler picked up the hamster and began stroking the poor animal, “There, there. I will diddle some comfort back into you.†The Diddler eyed the helpless hamster with a lust he never felt before. He had never wanted to diddle anything so badly, but he found his true diddle partner. As the Diddler pulled out ready to diddle, there was a knock on the door. The Diddler turned to face the Vigilante whose eyes showed a hatred for what they beheld.

    “What the fuck were you planning to do?†interrogated the Vigilante. The Diddler began to move further and further away from this armed man. The Diddler did not know what to think or do at this moment, nor did he truly feel any pain as a machete cut off his manhood. The Vigilante grabbed the piece of meat and shoved it down the Diddler’s mouth and screamed, “How do you like it? How DO you like it?†The Diddler choked on his own flesh as the Vigilante held him down. Paul’s eyes teared up as felt true joy from being diddled by himself and slowly passed in bliss.

    The Vigilante wiped his hand across the Diddler’s hand in disgust. He knew he didn’t get the Psychopath, but he had done something worthwhile tonight. He rounded the corner only for his eyes to meet a flying pitchfork that pinned him to the wall. The Psychopath laughed in delight as he killed Hoorah who had hunted him for so long. Also there seemed to be a family in the attic for the Psychopath to toy with...

    @Amazing_Cam
    @Atriedes - in a coma
    @BBirdseed - the Lover was not Loved
    @Biolith
    @Bryan
    @BuckeyeDon
    @CalPal - Platypus exodus
    @draco24 - fed to the squirrels
    @Fizz
    @Hoorah - The tables have turned, Psycho hunted down the Vig
    @jaxom_rahl - Cultist beliefs were not enough
    @jokersflame - Peacefully excused from death
    @megafire
    @monopoly_j - Governor fell victim to his own game
    @Morsus
    @PaulRvBFan - Diddler diddled himself
    @TheNefasus

  • draco24

    draco24

    #32559298 - 5 years ago

    Day 3

    Magic dime shot through Amazing_Cam's head 3 times.

    @Amazing_Cam - Hunter's doom was dimed
    @Atriedes - in a coma
    @BBirdseed - the Lover was not Loved
    @Biolith
    @Bryan
    @BuckeyeDon
    @CalPal - Platypus exodus
    @draco24 - fed to the squirrels
    @Fizz
    @Hoorah - The tables have turned, Psycho hunted down the Vig
    @jaxom_rahl - Cultist beliefs were not enough
    @jokersflame - Peacefully excused from death
    @megafire
    @monopoly_j - Governor fell victim to his own game
    @Morsus
    @PaulRvBFan - Diddler diddled himself
    @TheNefasus

  • draco24

    draco24

    #32559299 - 5 years ago

    Night 4

    Not many were left that had the desire to feed their lusts and rage, but those that were left had the tenacity to chew off their own arms if the moment called for it. These animals were the kind of creatures that hunted on the weak yet challenged the strong. Of course, there were those that choose to hide and cower while all the chaos flourished around them. The Coward was one of these people that had made his decision to hide every time something violent may happen. The Coward was preemptive and cautious. He moved from hiding place to hiding place without a sound. The Coward was so quiet that he could move through the shadows even when important events happened to all around him. He witnessed as man walked crookedly up to another unsuspecting man, pick him, then proceed to spew a black murk into the lifted man’s mouth. There was a reason the Coward choose to hide.

    This night, the Coward picked his spot and found another person staring into the mirror practicing walks and movements. The Coward thought it would be best if he just arranged to move into the room next door without anyone noticing.

    Meanwhile across the city, Jokersflame looked for his next target. He wanted to stay alive so he decided to be a little selective when it came to this decision. Joker found a man that caught his eye that bizarrely skipped across the sideways, making sure to touch each parking meter. Joker crept behind the strange man and ducked behind a few cars when he felt that the man would turn around. Joker was careful, but he was hungry.

    “I see you back there, little one,†the Psycho turned around and proclaimed; catching Joker offbeat.

    Joker tripped at the sound of the Psycho’s voice. Immediately, he knew that he had made a terrible decision. The Psycho brandished a potato peeler with eyes as wide as saucers. The Psycho began to skip up to Joker with evil intent until a hand slipped into his free hand. The Psycho turned his head to see a man leading him away to skip off into the sunrise. The Psycho’s mind went into a childlike state and just followed this man away from Joker, who sighed in relief.

    @Amazing_Cam - Hunter’s dome was dimed
    @Atriedes
    @BBirdseed - the Lover was not Loved
    @Biolith
    @Bryan
    @BuckeyeDon
    @CalPal - Platypus exodus
    @draco24 - fed to the squirrels
    @Fizz
    @Hoorah - The tables have turned, Psycho hunted down the Vig
    @jaxom_rahl - Cultist beliefs were not enough
    @jokersflame - Twice marked, twice saved
    @megafire
    @monopoly_j - Governor fell victim to his own game
    @Morsus
    @PaulRvBFan - Diddler diddled himself
    @TheNefasus

  • draco24

    draco24

    #32559300 - 5 years ago

    Day 4

    The Coward’s survival depended on his abilities to hide out during the nights and keep a low profile while he raided for supplies during the day. He would stay away from gatherings where someone was sure to die. That’s how he operated and he was doing a fine job of it until today.

    The Coward had crept from the apartment that he had hid in the previous night. His stomach got the better of him and he knew that he would need to get some food. The sun lit up the city, leaving no shadow for the Coward to hide in. The Coward cautiousness would be without the luxury of shadows. He had already spotted the market he would raid. He dreamt of a nice ceasar salad with some chicken. Unfortunately, before he reached the doors a pair of hands snatched and brought him to a circle full of people.

    Five people, including the Coward, were tied to each other. Each person were given a knife and for the entertainment of the crowd, the tied group would have to play a little game until one of them had died. The Coward was already terrified at the aspect of being caught, let alone being forced into this death game. There was no around it, the Coward would play this game and live long enough to hide again or maybe…

    The Coward decided to move his body in a way where it was blocked by another contestant. The crowd booed at the sight of this tactic. The other contestants did not appreciate it either, especially the guy he was hiding behind. The four men looked towards each other and nodded. They proceeded to turn on the Coward Biolith and continually stab him until his midsection was a bloody hole.

    The crowd opted to string the Biolith’s body up for everyone to see. He would not be able to hide anymore.

    @Amazing_Cam - Hunter’s dome was dimed
    @Atriedes
    @BBirdseed - the Lover was not Loved
    @Biolith - Ceasar Coward
    @Bryan
    @BuckeyeDon
    @CalPal - Platypus exodus
    @draco24 - fed to the squirrels
    @Fizz
    @Hoorah - The tables have turned, Psycho hunted down the Vig
    @jaxom_rahl - Cultist beliefs were not enough
    @jokersflame - Twice marked, twice saved
    @megafire
    @monopoly_j - Governor fell victim to his own game
    @Morsus
    @PaulRvBFan - Diddler diddled himself
    @TheNefasus

  • draco24

    draco24

    #32559301 - 5 years ago

    Night 5

    Atriedes had wavered during the Purge. He had found a corner and slept a coma-like sleep during all the bloodshed. He had awoken a few times to scream out names but for the most part he had remained inactive during the events. He tussled in bed as ominous sounds filtered through the window, a window that was soon opened by someone.

    The Seducer saw his chance at the helpless body of Atriedes. He would not even have to drug or tie up Atriedes. Atriedes’ latent state allowed the Seducer to perform unthinkable acts. A little blood, a little semen was involved but the Seducer’s work was quickly finished. The Seducer dressed himself and readied to head into the night.

    As the Seducer moved out of the window a hand grasped his head, “It is your turn.â€

    The Seducer felt a great power enter his body as the hand discharged a black smoke. The Seducer felt every orifice fill with this magic power and he had never felt so great.

    Across tow, the Scapegoat continued to mull over his suicidal thoughts. He knew that he wanted to go on to the next level of existence but he was too scared to ever touch that reset button. The Scapegoat was looking for a no reset, speed run of sorts. The first of his friends to die was the goal. He knew that there were things that he would never be forgiven for but he was too scared to do anything about it. All the Scapegoat wanted to feel was the embrace of others wrapping a rope around his neck.

    The Seducer thought of who to annoy in the coming days to real his goals. He was so lost in thought, he never felt the rope the Psycho was lowering around his neck. Megafire danced a jig as he fought for breath. This was not exactly the way he wanted to go, but it would have to do.

    @Amazing_Cam - Hunter
    @Atriedes -
    @BBirdseed - the Lover was not Loved
    @Biolith - Caesar Coward
    @Bryan
    @BuckeyeDon
    @CalPal - Platypus exodus
    @draco24 - fed to the squirrels
    @Fizz
    @Hoorah - The tables have turned, Psycho hunted down the Vig
    @jaxom_rahl - Cultist beliefs were not enough
    @jokersflame - Twice marked, twice saved
    @megafire - No escaping blame for the Scapegoat
    @monopoly_j - Governor fell victim to his own game
    @Morsus
    @PaulRvBFan - Diddler diddled himself
    @TheNefasus

  • draco24

    draco24

    #32559302 - 5 years ago

    Day 5

    Five full nights and days of the craziness spreading throughout the city. It wasn’t even funny how much the city had devolved, there was almost no hope for its citizens. Children were out murdering the elderly, the weak were abused in more ways than one would think, and obviously a whole lot of death. How much longer would the tribulations last?

    The remaining citizens gathered in front of city hall. While most of them committed all sorts of crimes during the Purge, they were there to find a resolution to all the pain and suffering. The population of the city was cut down to half and to ensure their survival they needed to rectify the feelings and hatred for each other. The citizens began talking and realizing what the actual problems where. Their fear of the Psychopath had led to them to try and murder each other in the off chance that one of them was the Psychopath. Who could the Psychopath be?

    A few felt that since Megafire had been killed by the Psychopath that they would be safe to kill someone who was not so suicidal. There would be a vote among themselves to have a good ol’ fashioned lynch. There were only so many ways for them to get this wrong, they believed that this was the righteous path. One more death would solve all their worries and bring peace to the city.

    The Seducer bent the ear to pass on the thought that Fizz was the Psycho. Even though the Seducer had been afflicted by the Curse, he knew that if he could just convince a few then Fizz would be the one to go. A few began chanting Fizz’s name and it grew from there. The crowd surrounded the poor man and tied him up so that he couldn’t escape. The lynch mob threw a rope over a lamppost and grabbed a stepladder for Fizz to stand on.

    With a noose around his neck Fizz looked everyone left alive and said, “Thank you…â€

    Fizz dropped and the rope snapped his neck. Out of his pocket flew a note that read: I want to be just like Megafire.

    @Amazing_Cam - Hunter
    @Atriedes - Gambler
    @BBirdseed - Lover
    @Biolith - Coward
    @Bryan - Survivalist
    @BuckeyeDon - Psychopath
    @CalPal - Pacifist
    @Fizz - COPYCAT WINS
    @Hoorah - Vigilante
    @jaxom_rahl - Cultist
    @jokersflame - Seducer
    @megafire - Scapegoat
    @monopoly_j - Governor
    @Morsus - Cursed
    @PaulRvBFan - Diddler
    @TheNefasus - Anarchist