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G F F N R: Division 2, Match 3

OOC

Rules:
1: All arena rules apply; brush up on them if you're feeling unfamiliar.

2: Up to two NPCs allowed, if you wish.

3: Death is a fun and integral part of the game. Once a player concedes defeat, they relinquish control of their character, and the victorious player is allowed a final, fatal move for some last-ditch cool points. Don't worry if your character dies, though- you're free to use them in the next match. In a world where gunfights happen for no reason, death is not permanent.

4: A thread is considered "abandoned" after two (2) days, unless notice is given beforehand. This may not seem like much time, but with players lined up and waiting for some action, threads need to move quickly.

Setting:
For Division 2, Match 3, we'll be visiting a semi-abandoned saw mill. Why would two badasses hellbent on destroying each other duke it out in a sawmill? Because fuck you, that's why. This is GFFNR.

Not much in the way of firearms lying about, though you might be able to find a 12 gauge pump or a large-bore bolt action hunting rifle, if you look around. You'd be better off just coming strapped. What we do have is lots of partially rusted axes, saws, and other items with jagged teeth. Let's not forget the single gargantuan blade at the end of the conveyor belt; creative use of that is sure to land you some cool points. Now, let's see some action!

For no reason.

Characters:
Rook as Rook Vinal.
Candi as Kairey.

Redorath is judging.

Go! Either player is now welcome to start the fight with an IC post, and you've got two days to do it.

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One man's terrorist is another man's freedom fighter.

The sun was setting on the horizon, casting a pale orange glow on the city landscape. A black mustang riddled with bullet holes sat at a stop light on the outskirts of the city. The nearest building was an old abandoned saw mill just past the next intersection.

Kairey sat at the helm of the classic car, a car she had grown quite fond of since she procured it after blowing up a corner hotel building. Since then she had nothing but good luck and loads of fun blowing the fuck out of everything that stood in her pat - for no reason. The car had taken at beating this past afternoon when she held up a mall full of cops, turns out cops don't appreciate having the local shopping district redecorated with their corpses and now Kairey had not only special forces teams on her ass, but also the fucking army. Not that it was too much to handle, she just didn't feel like that kind of ruckess at the moment.

What she did feel like, however, was running someones face through a saw mill. First step: Find a someone. The was a thud as the guy in her trunk stirred awake and realized his predicament. Second step: Find a saw mill. The black Mustang rolled into the lot of the abandoned mill, seeing as it was abandoned and she didn't give a shit, Kairey punched the gas and bought the car screeching through the double wooden doors that led into the main area of the mill, the sound of splintering wood and a revving engine was almost like music to her ears, and to complete the symphony there would be blood!

She brought the car up to the end of the main conveyor, the glimmering and rusty saw blade was about forty meters down the still belt. She got out of the car and made her way around to where she stashed her entertainment. She was still wearing her black corset and matching short skirt, her hair was still cropped to her shoulder and still dyed a mixture of pink and blue. On her hips hung her Baby Eagle Jericho 941's and along her lower back six fresh clips positioned for hands free reloading.

Popping the trunk revealed a bound and gagged man in his mid thirties. As well as the remains of what had been a small armory. She grabbed onto the mans bound writs and hauled him out of the trunk, dropping him un-ceremoniously to the floor. She dug around in the remains of her weapon supply, collecting a belt that had a smoke grenade and a couple of machine gun clips on it that she wore Rambo style across her chest and a pair of SMG's.

Slamming the trunk shut she dragged the man by his hair and hauled him up onto the end of the conveyor, he squirmed for a moment but gentle loving kiss of the business end of her SMG made him cease. She kicked the lever that operated the machine and the conveyor ground into action, the saw at the end started to spin slowly at first, but quickly built up momentum. Smiling, she watched as he was pulled slowly and deliberately towards the blade, there would be blood - and then things would be very boring.

She gripped her weapons tightly, she had a hankering to shoot something - preferably something that moved and shot back.

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Candi - Post One
For the black, bullet-hole-ridden Mustang: +1 Point

For not fully describing the act of bursting through the two wooden doors,
and the subsequent effects on both Kairey and the car: -2 Points

For the mental image of Kairey's appearance: +2 Points
For having an unnecessary amount of weapons: +1 Point
Extra brownie point for going akimbo: +1 Point
For the concept of carving up a bound victim using using a buzz-saw: +3 Points

Total Post Score: 6 Points
Total Match Score: 6 Points
Verdict: A very good opener overall. I got a good, clear mental image of exactly what was going on and how it was happening (for the most part) despite the lack of very detailed description. There aren't really any actiony things going on, which is understandable considering it's the first post, but I just feel that there were so many opportunities missed, especially in the opening scene. Kairey should have at least kicked her victim a few times before hauling him onto the conveyor belt, prolonging his torture for as long as possible. Turn the attitude and sadist dial to eleven and cool-points will go from a trickle to a torrent, and there will be much rejoicing.

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Rook watched all of this from atop the rafters in the cieling. he had been hiding out at this sawmill for quite some time waiting for his name to again become unknown before he robbed another bank or whatever the hell was closer. He had to be careful not to fall off the rafter for although it was sturdy Rook still didnt have perfect balance. His dual machine pistols were at his sides, strapped just above his blades ith his sword strapped to is back. Slowly Rook unstrapped one of the two smaller blades and made his way to a log that was suspended over the car by two old ropes. He had to move very carefully along the rafters so it tok him a few mineutes. Once it position he swung with his left arm as the blade swiped the first rope, Rook then quickly drew his machine pistol with his right arm and shot once at the other rope. It wasnt a dead hit but with Rook's senses he was able to make the bullets shread right next to the rope as it became untwined and fell from the still hanging part. Rook whatched a the heavy log fell atop the Mustang, this was how Rook got his kicks een if it meant destroying such a nice car. Stowing away his small blades Rook grabbed the longer portion of hanging rope and swung from the rafters to the other side of the canveyor belt.
"I'm afraid this rooms already been takin but if you go down to the front desk you might be able to find a place to stay. Either way I was here first and i'll be the one to stay."Rook drew his secound machine pistol and held them at his sides. He would be ready for a gunfight here fore he had been here long since and knew how most of the machinery worked even though half of it didnt work. The scent of sawdust was still in the air as Rook faced his oppnet, ready to strike.

Kairey's wish was granted only moments after the thought crossed her mind. She heard the sound of pistol fire and her eyes, and machine guns, searched upwards for the source of the promising sound. There she saw a man standing on the rafters, instinctively the squeezed the trigger and sent a spray of bullets in his direction - they never reached their target as they thunked into the falling log.

The large wooden beam landed on top of her car, filling the saw mill with the sound of shattering glass, compressing aluminum and snapping bolts. Kairey had rolled away from the car after spotting the log and was far enough away to avoid any flying car bits, "That was my fucking car." The assailant dropped to the ground on the other side of the conveyor, and as he did the bound man's face - who was a few feet from ground meat - was washed over with hope. Kairey fired two bullets, one into each of his kneecaps, shattering the bones, to remind him who was in control.

The attacker was in the middle of a speech, some kind of expression that he didn't plan to leave - which was good because she didn't plan to stay. He drew a pair of machine pistols and waited for her to respond. She was perfectly happy if he stood still and stared at her while she shot him, it would be less fun than if he ran around a bit - but you can't ask for everything. Running in the direction of the conveyor she sent a horizontal spray of bullets in the general direction of her foe at chest height and dived behind a piece of machinery for cover.

As she did this two other things happened; the concussion of the log crashing into the mustang had disturbed some of the explosives stored in the trunk and they decided that the moment Kairey started shooting was a great time to detonate. The explosion, caused by a combination of fragmentation grenades, a few sticks of dynamite and a block of C4, ripped the car to shreds and sent chunks of engine, leather seats and metal shards rippling out in all directions - crashing into bits of machinery and wedging themselves into the walls, floor and ceiling.

And, as Kairey ducked behind the saw mill the bound man's head met with the whirring blade. A torrent of blood was sent spraying outward along the conveyor belt as the blade seared through his body from chops to nave. He was split cleanly in half and the two parts - spilling blood and internal organs all over the floor along the sides of the conveyor - were moved along towards the next machine in the saw milling process, a set of four blades that would reduce the carcass to bite size chunks.

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Candi - Post Two
Thunk!: +1 Point

Adequate smashy description, we're getting there...slowly: +1 Point

Knee-cap surgery, you evil bitch: +2 Points

The sheer nonchalance of Kairey's thoughts, that's the kind of mental attitude that gets all of this tedious mass murdering over and done with: +1 Point

Explosions! Plumes of blazing fire! Searing balls of flame! Stuff getting blown up!: +3 Points

A Man of Two Halves: +2 Points

Total Post Score: 9 Points
Total Match Score: 15 Points
Verdict: Nice to see the action beginning to ramp up, I just hope that Rook can build on this beauty and score some serious points, but there's still everything to play for. Good all round, though you may be wondering why the torture victim only received 2 points, I might just leave that for you to figure out. Suffice it to say that there wasn't nearly enough terrified screaming, rapidly becoming blood soaked liquidy gurgles or somesuch nonsense, you get the idea.

No minus points for you this time. Lucky bugger.

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The Sickness: The entire population of Earth is infected with a brutal, incurable disease, in a matter of days mankind will be wiped from the face of the planet. Attempt to unravel the mystery of this plague, find the cause, or maybe even a cure. But be warned: you may not like the secrets you uncover. You have until The Sickness overwhelms your body and destroys your mind. The clock is ticking.

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Rook's first reponse to bullets was to duck and roll and that is exactly what he did.The explosion was a little unexpected and cuased Rook to question if he should really stay in a saw mill when there was C4 involved. But then again, what would he do for the rest of the day if he bailed on a fight? Rook kept low to the ground and began moving up the conveyor belt, the fact that the man had died really didn't bother him, it actually gave him an idea.

Moving quickly to where the body was being pulled along the conveyor belt Rook reached up and grabbed a relativly clean leg when compared to the rest of the poor guy's body, and pulled that half of the corpse down. Being dead weight, it was heavy. Being literally dead, it stunk. Being literally sawed in half, it was bloody and a little gross but Rook was a guy and didn't really care about that stuff. He quickly tugged the half body back to where he had last seen the woman who's Mustang he had crushed. He tried to do this quietly but footsteps were footsteps so there was some noise. When he thought he was about at the right spot he gripped the half corpse and tossed it over the side to where he though Kairey had ducked down. Rook enjoyed freaking people out and it would be fun to see how the woman reacted to a severed body being dropped on her. Aside from this Rook made sure his pistols were loaded and ready to fire. He quickly leveled them both just above the conveyor belt along with half his head rising up behind them so he could see if she moved out into the open.

Then a thought occured to him, he withdrew his left arm and with it the pistol, it would be good to have a semi concealed fire arm incase of flanking occured. Rook wasnt about to go shooting madly, that would be stupid and a waste of ammo, but if he had soemhting to shoot at he wouldnt hesitate to pump the target full of lead.

After the car exploded the passenger side door embedded itself into the wood dicing machine Kairey had used for cover, missing her by mere centimeters. She could feel the heat radiating from the singed aluminum siding - and was on the move the next moment. She skirted around behind the machine and caught sight of the split corpse trolling along the conveyor, intestines trailing along the ground leaving a blood skid mark in their path. Half of the corpse seemed to be pulled off the conveyor and she heard footsteps moving away. She stood up and fired a spray of bullets in the general direction of where he was moving to - there was enough machinery and cover to prevent anything from hitting him, but Kairey felt the two seconds that had passed without the sound of gun fire was unacceptable.

Most of the cutters, slicers, grinders and other mechanized tools in the saw mill were rusted well beyond usefulness, it was a miracle that the main chopping and chipping system was operational. However, the hydraulic fluids that were used to operate some of the mechanisms were still good, and as it turned out had - thanks to flying car bits - started to leak out onto the floor around Kairey like blood pouring from a freshly severed jugular. Kairey caught a glimpse from between the whirling blades of her opponent cowering behind the conveyor like the pussy he was -- ingenuity struck.

Kairey shot a few rounds into the side of an electrical panel that was connected to the conveyor belt, the belt ground to a screeching halt and sparks flew from the newly frayed wires in the panel. Kairey leaped up onto the now stalled belt and charged towards where her foe was cowering, while the sparks found residence in the growing puddle of highly flammable hydraulic fluid.

As Kariey ran along the conveyor the scene behind her was filled with a sudden burst of orange as the fluid took to flame and the fire quickly spread to the adjoining systems. She leveled her twin machine guns with her foe and, jumping over and barely clearing the blood spattered and still active saw blade, unloaded the remainder of the clips at him - behind her a wall of fire started to consume the saw mill, small explosions of various chemicals in storage erupted adding loud cymbal-like crashes to the symphony of crackling flames and gunshots.

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Candi - Post Three

Well, where do I even begin with this one?

Everything. Just...everything. All of it. But the first paragraph in particular: +10 Points

Total Post Score: 10 Points
Total Match Score: 25 Points
Verdict: This is exactly the calibre of post I've been looking for. Descriptions, all very good, and everything flowed from one moment to the next wonderfuly smoothly. I may even go so far as to say that it was flawless. However, in order to cover all my bases, it wasn't, but was superb regardless. Keep it up.

And incase you're wondering, yes, I scored Candi's entire post in the one section to stop him from earning a gazillion points.
*Rubs beard menacingly*

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Lights in the Sky: A struggle for independance in a changing world, and a fight to preserve humanity. Two halves of the world crash together with machines of war, while sights of the stars lay lost and forgotten. Take your place on either side, and begin to carve out humankind's place in an empty galaxy. For better or worse, the war will end.

The Sickness: The entire population of Earth is infected with a brutal, incurable disease, in a matter of days mankind will be wiped from the face of the planet. Attempt to unravel the mystery of this plague, find the cause, or maybe even a cure. But be warned: you may not like the secrets you uncover. You have until The Sickness overwhelms your body and destroys your mind. The clock is ticking.

Free Company: Mercenary, Merchant, Pirate or Politician: pick your path carefully through the fully-realised galactic stage of Free Company. Feed your hunger for chaos or your desire to do good, make your fortune through cold-blooded murder and cunning trade, or just try and take over the galaxy. The choices you make will change this universe forever, so make them wisely. There is but a single path to salvation: seek the only true freedom, out among the stars.

The first initial shot at the eletrical pannel was enough to trigger Rook's attention into the direction of Kariey as she began to hoist herself up onto the conveyor belt. Therefore Rook was able to begin shooting before she would. He shot off a few burst and then quickly rolled for cover. The fire would a problem but maybe one he could use to his advantage, smoke was beginning to envelope the rafters and would make it terribly hard to see anything above or below. Rook hidding up there and sniping but that was no fun so he would take the direct approuch for now.

Rising and running at the same time, Rook made use of some of the smoke as cover and shot toward Kariey as he ran in the general direction of the fire. The gases and such were catching flame but they hadnt had much time to spread throughout the sawmill. Granted they would catch the wood aflame but that would take time so Rook used the fire to his advantage by litterally turning the tables and now took up position on the conveyor belt behind Kariey. He had to watch the fire but he was still able to take shoots at kariey while clumsily making his way up on the conveyor. He had to admire her ingenuity if nothing else but it was getting a little tireing when no tactics were really involved.

As Rook moved up the conveyor belt towards Kariey he picked up a coil of rope half drenched in fluids which he swung out above the flames to momentarily catch it on fire. He only had a few moments before the rope would burn toashes but he planned on useing it. As he neared the spot where the large sawblade divided the conveyor in half, he tossed the flaming rope along one side while doubling back and opening fire on both sides. He wanted to get his opponent out into the open so he could make a deceant shot.