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by Richman » Thu Jun 12, 2008 7:26 pm
February 27th, 2000.
meu02136 swept out of his front door, and instantly into the long shadows that covered the street outside. With piercing eyesight he watched as the drones around him scurried to wherever it was they were going. Living their drab, pointless lives, in drab, pointless ignorance of the world around him.
None would appreciate his work. No one except himself. Immortality had a habit of making one a little elitist in views.
Rotek hadn't heard the approaching footsteps; and, of course, not many human beings would have. He shivered in the winter air as he stepped off his bus and closed and locked the door behind him. He crept out of the garage and quietly rolled the front door down, enclosing his bus in the relative safety of the enclosed space, and exposing Rotek to another blast of cold night air.
meu02136's eyes narrowed. Rotek stood just yards from him, taking a slow drag from his cigarette. How dare this...human cast such aspersions about his masterpiece? How dare he?
Days earlier, meu02136's work of art, his latest play, "King Leer", a bawdy comedy about an internet forum, had hit the stage in Norristown. Years of meu02136's effort, distilled into 18 short hours of comedic genius. Rotek had been the first. Leaving the theatre after only 4 hours, before the first act had even finished, his disappearance had caused others to leave. The blatant slander had set the audience numbers into freefall, and now, just 2 days later, the play was to close. "Well, Mr Rotek", thought meu02136, "you do not know who you insult!".
With a sudden burst of rage, meu02136 leapt from the undergrowth. In seconds his razor sharp incisors were at Rotek's throat, draining his blood as it poured from his veins.
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Lost in the ecstacy of the rush of blood, meu02136 was unaware of the Werewolf hiding in the very undergrowth in which meu02136 had hidden just moments earlier. The werewolf crept behind meu02136 and clutched his head in clawed hands. With sudden, ferocious force, the head was torn from meu02136's shoulders. Rotek's lifeless body slumped to the ground. The werewolf turned meu02136's detached head to face him and spoke in a terrible guttural roar. "For Slyyyyyyyyyyy". Without ceremony, the beast dropped the head and thumped away on all fours, into the darkness of the night.
The Mafiosa watched, both fascinated and terrified. In the quiet night, it seemed as if his work no longer needed done, but quite how he would describe the scenes he had witnessed tonight was beyond him for now...
Day break
Mr Megamer coughed the dirt from his lungs as he sat up. In the centre of town the people gathered around him as he regained consciousness. Shocked looks all around him met his eyes as they slowly adjusted to the light. Regaining his footing he assured the assembled crowd that he was alright. He furtively stretched his body, forcing the life back into his muscles. His mind, scrambled before now, began to settle down and put in order his ordeal of the last few days.
A young boy ran towards the crowd, tears streaming down his face. The masses turned their attention to him for a moment, but the boy could only blub. After a few moments, another gruesome discovery. The head of meu02136 had been found, detached from his body, sitting prominantly on the sun dial in Part-time Gamer's back garden.
meu02136 was a Vampire
Rotek was the Bus Driver
The citizens demand a lynching!
Alive (22):
rumblecat
adama14
Bob Syko
-Jay-
toneeblair
Shaolin_monkey
Games!!!
CcraiggyO
Mangoverboard
magical mr rich
Part-time Gamer
The Last Ginja
Riamfada
Sasquatch
the_13est
marthagogo
giacomo
snake
Moobabe
dante76
Mr Wonfiphty
Mr Megamer
Dead (5):
Richman(Civilian) - Killed
Sly Reflex(Werewolf) - Offed
Soundwave5150(Undercover Cop) - Offed by the Mafia
Rotek(Bus Driver) - Offed by a Vampire
meu02136(Vampire) - Offed by a Werewolf
Day 3 - Daytime
*IT IS DAYTIME (DAY 3) - EVERYONE SHOULD NOW DECIDE WHO TO LYNCH BY VOTING IN THE THREAD*
*13 VOTES REQUIRED TO LYNCH*
