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A cloud of blue crystals erupted from the defeated boar, trailing off into the wind. McBern, a slim, spritely man, was weaving in and out of the tall grass', catching the gnarling beasts off-guard. He had been playing for a few hours now, killing no less than 40 creatures in the overgrown field. Reaching level 5 he decided to take a break and venture back into town, he had acquired a good amount of coin and had already out-grown some armor-it was definitely time to find a merchant. Wandeering down the dusty track, he surveyed the landscape and was totally in awe; to the far north stood a scarcely visible mountain range that towered above the clouds; to the west was lake, still and glistening from the sun's rays; the south housed the town of beginnings, it banners dancing with the breeze; and what appeared to be the edge of the world lay in the east.
In all honesty, McBern let out a sigh of relief. As he reached the town he acknowledged that this world was far nicer than his own, he wished he could stay forever in this place of strange creatures and mild weather. To go back to his desk-job, his small apartment, his solitude, it just didnt seem right.
Trading goods with a merry merchant, McBern walked away with 200 extra coin. He was just about to sample the delights of the bakery when he was encased in a white light, in nano-seconds he found himself in the square, surrounded by what looked like every single player in the game. There must have been tens of thousands of people, it made him feel quite nervous and so he attempted to back away. Swiftly he moved through the crowd, just as he had done in the grassland, reaching the edge and finding solace against a gigantic supporting column. The hurrendous buzzing of noise was cut off as each and every mouth lost their functions. McBern stepped from behind the marble structure and followed the wide-eyed gazes toward the newly ruby sky.
He had hung on every word, believing every single syllable. There was something about Mister Kayaba, maybe his tone, that made everything seem so real, so imperative. The worst part of the whole scenario however was not found in the words, or the fate that clung to them, but rather in the mirror that had been gifted to him. Opening his inventory and withdrawing the mirror he held it to his face and froze; before him was not the slim and spritely figure he had so painstakingly designed, but rather the hulking, ginger-bearded and rather obese physical reality that was Bernard McArthur. Retreating behind the column once more, he trembled and cried.
If anyone were to witness his emotional state, they would at first remark how strange it seemed for such a giant to be so weak. They may then presume his tears were a result of the recent news, but then they would be wrong. McBern was not afraid of death, he welcomed the chance to live here even if it were indefinitely. No, McBern was not crying in fear of the world around him, he was crying in fear that the real world had started to seep in.
Pulling himself together he began to run for the fields, he was fat, he was an outcast, but by god he would not be weak. There would soon be a sea of players trying to level up, time was of the essence and McBern had creatures to kill.
Hi, can't explain a random post that ive apparently put up. Its just a random "i", the very first post of an IC and it looks a mess. Can i have it removed please :)
http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/74861/posts/ic
Real Name (Optional): Bernard McArthur
Character Name: McBern
Age: 37
Gender: Male
Appearance:
A mountainous 6ft 8, apparently chubby yet actually quite strong. Long brown beard, medium length hair.
Beta-Tester?: No
Personality:
Never judge a book by its cover, no matter how large or intimidating. Although McBern appears to be a powerhouse of strength and brutality he is in actuality quite pleasant, loving to entertain and care for his fellow Second Server siblings. He quite likes life in SAO and has made the most of his time there, however the behemoth loves not only to relax but to battle. Fighting mobs has become an area in which he excels and has on several occasions fought to defend other members, in keeping with his generous, light-hearted and loyal nature.
Brief Real Life Background:
Bernard McArthur born in Inverness was living and working in London during the incident, as an accounts assessor. His job was boring and unsatisfying, hence the urge to escape into a virtual reality. His parents were very loving, yet sadly died when he was 10, forcing him to live in a carehome where he would eat his way into a 25 stone obesity.
Game Background:
When entering the game, McBern posed as a thin, brown haired man in his late thirties. This was probably a way for Bernie to experience life without the extra weight. However during the first few hours, and the incorporation of true to RL Avatars, his disguise was ruined. His appearance however was the last of his concerns, over the next week McBern farmed a section of grassland on floor 1; killing boars, wolves, wasps, worms, beetles etc leveling up quite significantly. During this first week he stayed at one of Horunka Villages inn's, it was staying here that gave him the idea to set up his very own tavern, off the beaten track, somewhere on higher levels where players could find sanctuary.
Whilst searching for the perfect location McBern was ambushed by a pack of wild bears, led by a rare monster; Ursidae lord of Bears. Defeating the group (and almost dying during the battle) McBern was awarded the rare hammer "Ursidae's Bane" and with it a substantial loot. With this money McBern's Tavern was built on the site of the battle, toward the edge of the Forest of Claws on floor 23. Whilst managing the Tavern, McBern has also garnered a reputation as a Beast-hunter, Front-line warrior and go-to-man for problems concerning undead, beast and insect type mobs. In recent months his battle skills and in-game success have seen him act as a protector and expert of the secretive, mission and dungeon filled 23rd floor.
3 Main Skills:
-Extended Weight Limit
-Battle Healing
-One-Handed War Hammer
Special skill?: His attack points and health points are raised by 25% when "Ursidae's Bane" is equipped against wild-beast mobs (bears, wolves, foxes etc)
Other skills:
-Martial Arts (Hand-to-hand)
-Cooking
-Heavy Metal Equipment
Current Weapon: Ursidae's Bane
Current Armour: Bear's Pelt and Heavy Metal Armour
Play style (Optional): High defense and attack points, essentially a tank.
Character Name: McBern
Age: 37
Gender: Male
Appearance:
A mountainous 6ft 8, apparently chubby yet actually quite strong. Long brown beard, medium length hair.
Beta-Tester?: No
Personality:
Never judge a book by its cover, no matter how large or intimidating. Although McBern appears to be a powerhouse of strength and brutality he is in actuality quite pleasant, loving to entertain and care for his fellow Second Server siblings. He quite likes life in SAO and has made the most of his time there, however the behemoth loves not only to relax but to battle. Fighting mobs has become an area in which he excels and has on several occasions fought to defend other members, in keeping with his generous, light-hearted and loyal nature.
Brief Real Life Background:
Bernard McArthur born in Inverness was living and working in London during the incident, as an accounts assessor. His job was boring and unsatisfying, hence the urge to escape into a virtual reality. His parents were very loving, yet sadly died when he was 10, forcing him to live in a carehome where he would eat his way into a 25 stone obesity.
Game Background:
When entering the game, McBern posed as a thin, brown haired man in his late thirties. This was probably a way for Bernie to experience life without the extra weight. However during the first few hours, and the incorporation of true to RL Avatars, his disguise was ruined. His appearance however was the last of his concerns, over the next week McBern farmed a section of grassland on floor 1; killing boars, wolves, wasps, worms, beetles etc leveling up quite significantly. During this first week he stayed at one of Horunka Villages inn's, it was staying here that gave him the idea to set up his very own tavern, off the beaten track, somewhere on higher levels where players could find sanctuary.
Whilst searching for the perfect location McBern was ambushed by a pack of wild bears, led by a rare monster; Ursidae lord of Bears. Defeating the group (and almost dying during the battle) McBern was awarded the rare hammer "Ursidae's Bane" and with it a substantial loot. With this money McBern's Tavern was built on the site of the battle, toward the edge of the Forest of Claws on floor 23. Whilst managing the Tavern, McBern has also garnered a reputation as a Beast-hunter, Front-line warrior and go-to-man for problems concerning undead, beast and insect type mobs. In recent months his battle skills and in-game success have seen him act as a protector and expert of the secretive, mission and dungeon filled 23rd floor.
3 Main Skills:
-Extended Weight Limit
-Battle Healing
-One-Handed War Hammer
Special skill?: His attack points and health points are raised by 25% when "Ursidae's Bane" is equipped against wild-beast mobs (bears, wolves, foxes etc)
Other skills:
-Martial Arts (Hand-to-hand)
-Cooking
-Heavy Metal Equipment
Current Weapon: Ursidae's Bane
Current Armour: Bear's Pelt and Heavy Metal Armour
Play style (Optional): High defense and attack points, essentially a tank.
I'm too tired to post character sheets :P expect a full, detailed and completed CS tomorrow amigo.
Also just so everyone is aware; only beta testers have been in the game before. When the game was released 10,000 people logged in, once in the Virtual world they found that they couldn't log out. So unless your character was a Beta tester, this is still everyone's first time in SAO. Also Fat's is right, players cant use magic. There are items with magical abilities such as teleport crystals or revive items, yet these are limited. Teleporters can only be used to area's where teleport gates have been activated and reviving items have limited condition's (pets can be healed with a magic flower, players are almost impossible to revive as there was only ever one such item loot dropped).
It might be worth noting that a great deal of information can be found here-
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I'd recommend having a read through, there's descriptions of most floors too which may help you map out your story.
It might be worth noting that a great deal of information can be found here-
Click Me
I'd recommend having a read through, there's descriptions of most floors too which may help you map out your story.
Real Name (Optional): Bernard McArthur
Character Name: McBern
Age: 37
Gender: Male
Appearance:
A mountainous 6ft 8, apparently chubby yet actually quite strong. Long brown beard, medium length hair.
Beta-Tester?: No
Personality:
Never judge a book by its cover, no matter how large or intimidating. Although McBern appears to be a powerhouse of strength and brutality he is in actuality quite pleasant, loving to entertain and care for his fellow Second Server siblings. He quite likes life in SAO and has made the most of his time there, however the behemoth loves not only to relax but to battle. Fighting mobs has become an area in which he excels and has on several occasions fought to defend other members, in keeping with his generous, light-hearted and loyal nature.
Brief Real Life Background:
Bernard McArthur born in Inverness was living and working in London during the incident, as an accounts assessor. His job was boring and unsatisfying, hence the urge to escape into a virtual reality. His parents were very loving, yet sadly died when he was 10, forcing him to live in a carehome where he would eat his way into a 25 stone obesity.
Game Background:
When entering the game, McBern posed as a thin, brown haired man in his late thirties. This was probably a way for Bernie to experience life without the extra weight. However during the first few hours, and the incorporation of true to RL Avatars, his disguise was ruined. His appearance however was the last of his concerns, over the next week McBern farmed a section of grassland on floor 1; killing boars, wolves, wasps, worms, beetles etc leveling up quite significantly. During this first week he stayed at one of Horunka Villages inn's, it was staying here that gave him the idea to set up his very own tavern, off the beaten track, somewhere on higher levels where players could find sanctuary.
Whilst searching for the perfect location McBern was ambushed by a pack of wild bears, led by a rare monster; Ursidae lord of Bears. Defeating the group (and almost dying during the battle) McBern was awarded the rare hammer "Ursidae's Bane" and with it a substantial loot. With this money McBerns Tavern was built on the site of the battle, toward the edge of the Forest of Claws on floor 23.
3 Main Skills:
-Extended Weight Limit
-Battle Healing
-One-Handed War Hammer
Special skill?: His attack points and health points are raised by 25% when "Ursidae's Bane" is equipped against wild-beast mobs (bears, wolves, foxes etc)
Other skills:
-Martial Arts (Hand-to-hand)
-Cooking
-Heavy Metal Equipment
Current Weapon: Ursidae's Bane
Current Armour: Bear's Pelt and Heavy Metal Armour
Play style (Optional): High defense and attack points, essentially a tank.
Character Name: McBern
Age: 37
Gender: Male
Appearance:
A mountainous 6ft 8, apparently chubby yet actually quite strong. Long brown beard, medium length hair.
Beta-Tester?: No
Personality:
Never judge a book by its cover, no matter how large or intimidating. Although McBern appears to be a powerhouse of strength and brutality he is in actuality quite pleasant, loving to entertain and care for his fellow Second Server siblings. He quite likes life in SAO and has made the most of his time there, however the behemoth loves not only to relax but to battle. Fighting mobs has become an area in which he excels and has on several occasions fought to defend other members, in keeping with his generous, light-hearted and loyal nature.
Brief Real Life Background:
Bernard McArthur born in Inverness was living and working in London during the incident, as an accounts assessor. His job was boring and unsatisfying, hence the urge to escape into a virtual reality. His parents were very loving, yet sadly died when he was 10, forcing him to live in a carehome where he would eat his way into a 25 stone obesity.
Game Background:
When entering the game, McBern posed as a thin, brown haired man in his late thirties. This was probably a way for Bernie to experience life without the extra weight. However during the first few hours, and the incorporation of true to RL Avatars, his disguise was ruined. His appearance however was the last of his concerns, over the next week McBern farmed a section of grassland on floor 1; killing boars, wolves, wasps, worms, beetles etc leveling up quite significantly. During this first week he stayed at one of Horunka Villages inn's, it was staying here that gave him the idea to set up his very own tavern, off the beaten track, somewhere on higher levels where players could find sanctuary.
Whilst searching for the perfect location McBern was ambushed by a pack of wild bears, led by a rare monster; Ursidae lord of Bears. Defeating the group (and almost dying during the battle) McBern was awarded the rare hammer "Ursidae's Bane" and with it a substantial loot. With this money McBerns Tavern was built on the site of the battle, toward the edge of the Forest of Claws on floor 23.
3 Main Skills:
-Extended Weight Limit
-Battle Healing
-One-Handed War Hammer
Special skill?: His attack points and health points are raised by 25% when "Ursidae's Bane" is equipped against wild-beast mobs (bears, wolves, foxes etc)
Other skills:
-Martial Arts (Hand-to-hand)
-Cooking
-Heavy Metal Equipment
Current Weapon: Ursidae's Bane
Current Armour: Bear's Pelt and Heavy Metal Armour
Play style (Optional): High defense and attack points, essentially a tank.
I'm up for it Fats. I also volunteer as tribute (to co-GM).
Quick summary of chapter 1 for Mathias & Earlson:
Void gate opens:
-Was a mafia don before the event, he and his main men were ambushed by an assassin. His men were killed and he lay dying, the last thing he saw was the void gate opening.
-He wakes to find his wounds healed and Boreas, the bringer of the Norther winds, has taken refuge inside him as his kage.
-Mathias now has the power to freeze any element and can also drain, or devour life-force thus boosting his power.
The first year:
-Mathias has gained control of the entire North-East of Sovereign
-Wants revenge on the assassin who tried to kill him
After first year:
-He has befriended Samuel the Soul-seer
-Has made and alliance with the spider king, Iktomi Ascher
-Befriended Arianna Chrystein whom he met breifly
-Learnt of Edward Vates
-Befriended Vates and was told the military ordered the hit, 5 assassins could have been responsible for the attack
-The Factory Dweller joined his family
-Devours a hulk and several `lost souls` becoming stronger.
-Finds that Samuel has betrayed him killing half his clan, in rage Mathias looses control of his power, causing a storm.
-The permanent snow-fall over the North-East begins
-Earlson is sent out on a secret mission
-Zachary Mason is hired to created a sonic device
-Mathias trains
-The device is made
-Earlson returns with intel about military procedure in the event of rebellion
- Earlson positions the device and completes his mission
-Mathias and Earlson watch on as the 700 soldier are mauled by the `lost souls` attracted by the sonic device
Allies- The Winters Family, Factory dwellers, Iktomi Ascher, Edward Vates, Arianna Chrystein, Zachary Mason
Enemies- Samuel, Military, The Unknown Assassin
Void gate opens:
-Was a mafia don before the event, he and his main men were ambushed by an assassin. His men were killed and he lay dying, the last thing he saw was the void gate opening.
-He wakes to find his wounds healed and Boreas, the bringer of the Norther winds, has taken refuge inside him as his kage.
-Mathias now has the power to freeze any element and can also drain, or devour life-force thus boosting his power.
The first year:
-Mathias has gained control of the entire North-East of Sovereign
-Wants revenge on the assassin who tried to kill him
After first year:
-He has befriended Samuel the Soul-seer
-Has made and alliance with the spider king, Iktomi Ascher
-Befriended Arianna Chrystein whom he met breifly
-Learnt of Edward Vates
-Befriended Vates and was told the military ordered the hit, 5 assassins could have been responsible for the attack
-The Factory Dweller joined his family
-Devours a hulk and several `lost souls` becoming stronger.
-Finds that Samuel has betrayed him killing half his clan, in rage Mathias looses control of his power, causing a storm.
-The permanent snow-fall over the North-East begins
-Earlson is sent out on a secret mission
-Zachary Mason is hired to created a sonic device
-Mathias trains
-The device is made
-Earlson returns with intel about military procedure in the event of rebellion
- Earlson positions the device and completes his mission
-Mathias and Earlson watch on as the 700 soldier are mauled by the `lost souls` attracted by the sonic device
Allies- The Winters Family, Factory dwellers, Iktomi Ascher, Edward Vates, Arianna Chrystein, Zachary Mason
Enemies- Samuel, Military, The Unknown Assassin
One hour b.w.b (before wall breach)...
Mathias sat comfortably on the balcony, surveying the city through binocular eyes. He saw the squads of mercs race toward the walls, as planned; he watched the small explosions omit from military bases, as planned; he watched the unit slowly march toward the estate... as planned. "They approach my friend. Captain Drax leads the battalion." Earlson noted, sipping tea on the adjacent chair.
Mathias remained stoic in expression, deep in thought "Is the transmitter set?" Earlson replied with a nod and Mathias finally allowed a small smile to manifest "Very well, pass me the mic Earlson, i think its time we had a chat with the Captain." As he readied the ampliphone, Mathias eyed his prey.
The unit was marching down an old high street when they halted, over 700 men were held to attention at the voice projected from within the snowstorm ahead.
"Captain Drax, this is Mister Winter's speaking. I suggest you turn around." Laughter could be heard from the legions of men, but the were soon cut short by the authoritative tone of the ethereal voice.
"Laugh all you want, it wont save you!!! I am perfectly prepared to end your lives with a push of a button, you'll have to take my word for the i'm afraid, the only demonstration i could provide would be your death. Now please, listen. I have known of your superiors game-plan for a long time; 1. hold the wall, rather obvious, 2. take as many defendable landmarks as possible, hold the most land and you hold the most power and of course 3. move in large groups to avoid ambush. Well i'm so very sorry gentlemen but those plans just don't work for me, you see the people on this estate are my family now and they want to leave this city. Therefore we will pass the wall and you wont overthrow this estate, if you are allowed to take this land, you will be in control of the entire north-east and will have too much of a foothold, that's not going to happen. Now, be good dogs of the military and turn around! That's right, turn and go, you have this one chance to retreat so we can leave the city, you have two minutes to decide."
He waited impatiently, his forefinger rapping on the table. Both he and Earlson felt an immense sensation of dread, they could not hold back a battalion so large, if they didnt turn around Mathias had only one card to play and if that didn't present a decent hand...game over.
Suddenly a sound.
The trudging of boots, but the battalion was moving forward, they had ignored his warning of retreat. He panicked, what if his plan wasn't perfected, what if he could save his family, what if he lost it all.
"Find strength boy!" Boreas returned to his mind, after a long absence. "Your people need you to be strong, this isn't some gang war now, there is so much more at stake than money. You must be cold, these are soldier not civilians. You must rage like the north and strike the down!!"
He rose to his feet, a pillar of strength staring the enemy in the eye. " Objective number 3. Move in large groups to avoid ambush! HA! Your superiors didn't account for me then did they! I warned you Captain Drax! Let this be your last lesson, never mess with the Winters family! We can be bloody cold sometimes."
A single, poignant button push, that's all it took. A buzzing, electronic scream filled the air and then a short silence. Again the battalion stopped, but before they could march again, the ground shook with noticeable force. A rumbling built up, dust clouds were visible from the east and gnarls, groans and roars highlighted impending danger.
The gentlemen watched on at their balcony as the mutated husks stampeded down the narrow, inescapable high street. The transmitter built by Zachary was attuned to the creatures that plagued the factory dwellers, Mathias had time to notice their dislike for high pitched sounds when hunting them and had sent Earlson off to investigate further. Sure enough the investigation presented that a precise frequency attracted the monsters, luring them in as a frenzied mass of aggression. It took 5 minutes for the 700 to fall, torn apart by the barbaric giants, or clawed at by the small packs of sickly, twisted hunters. Some soldier finally took note of Mathias' words and tried to escape, but they were unsuccessful, dragged back by creatures those limbs retracted like tentacles to snare their prey.
The show was truly horrific, but what Mathias felt was sadness more than disgust. He had no pity for the soliders, but the creatures before him who were once human, mutated and over-taken by low-level kages or driven mad by the events in the city that their humanity had long been disposed of.
That was the hardest part of all, having to end their misery. They had succeeded in saving the estate, but given the chance they too would march forward, devouring every human is sight. With a second button-push a second transmission echoed down the high-street, making the creatures halt and shiver. They screamed and bellowed, their bodies vibrating at excessive speeds until in unison they exploded. What was once a bustling high street was now a sea of blood, both military and, in a way, civilian.
Sitting back in his chair, the often immovable man was shook. He had committed so many horrific acts in a short space of time, a part of him would never forget this day and never forgive. After a moments silence, with snow gently falling down around the massacre below, Earlson and Mathias rose from their chairs and walked slowly to the lobby. There they were met by the guards, the factory dwellers and Mathias' bloodline. "My friends...My family, the path is clear, we must leave this place and find our true home. The people of this city have fought hard for us today, we in turn have paid our dues and made a significant contribution to the war efforts. Let it not be in vein, let our escape be clean and without casualty. Come, its time we started a new chapter, for freedom! for family!"
Mathias sat comfortably on the balcony, surveying the city through binocular eyes. He saw the squads of mercs race toward the walls, as planned; he watched the small explosions omit from military bases, as planned; he watched the unit slowly march toward the estate... as planned. "They approach my friend. Captain Drax leads the battalion." Earlson noted, sipping tea on the adjacent chair.
Mathias remained stoic in expression, deep in thought "Is the transmitter set?" Earlson replied with a nod and Mathias finally allowed a small smile to manifest "Very well, pass me the mic Earlson, i think its time we had a chat with the Captain." As he readied the ampliphone, Mathias eyed his prey.
The unit was marching down an old high street when they halted, over 700 men were held to attention at the voice projected from within the snowstorm ahead.
"Captain Drax, this is Mister Winter's speaking. I suggest you turn around." Laughter could be heard from the legions of men, but the were soon cut short by the authoritative tone of the ethereal voice.
"Laugh all you want, it wont save you!!! I am perfectly prepared to end your lives with a push of a button, you'll have to take my word for the i'm afraid, the only demonstration i could provide would be your death. Now please, listen. I have known of your superiors game-plan for a long time; 1. hold the wall, rather obvious, 2. take as many defendable landmarks as possible, hold the most land and you hold the most power and of course 3. move in large groups to avoid ambush. Well i'm so very sorry gentlemen but those plans just don't work for me, you see the people on this estate are my family now and they want to leave this city. Therefore we will pass the wall and you wont overthrow this estate, if you are allowed to take this land, you will be in control of the entire north-east and will have too much of a foothold, that's not going to happen. Now, be good dogs of the military and turn around! That's right, turn and go, you have this one chance to retreat so we can leave the city, you have two minutes to decide."
He waited impatiently, his forefinger rapping on the table. Both he and Earlson felt an immense sensation of dread, they could not hold back a battalion so large, if they didnt turn around Mathias had only one card to play and if that didn't present a decent hand...game over.
Suddenly a sound.
The trudging of boots, but the battalion was moving forward, they had ignored his warning of retreat. He panicked, what if his plan wasn't perfected, what if he could save his family, what if he lost it all.
"Find strength boy!" Boreas returned to his mind, after a long absence. "Your people need you to be strong, this isn't some gang war now, there is so much more at stake than money. You must be cold, these are soldier not civilians. You must rage like the north and strike the down!!"
He rose to his feet, a pillar of strength staring the enemy in the eye. " Objective number 3. Move in large groups to avoid ambush! HA! Your superiors didn't account for me then did they! I warned you Captain Drax! Let this be your last lesson, never mess with the Winters family! We can be bloody cold sometimes."
A single, poignant button push, that's all it took. A buzzing, electronic scream filled the air and then a short silence. Again the battalion stopped, but before they could march again, the ground shook with noticeable force. A rumbling built up, dust clouds were visible from the east and gnarls, groans and roars highlighted impending danger.
The gentlemen watched on at their balcony as the mutated husks stampeded down the narrow, inescapable high street. The transmitter built by Zachary was attuned to the creatures that plagued the factory dwellers, Mathias had time to notice their dislike for high pitched sounds when hunting them and had sent Earlson off to investigate further. Sure enough the investigation presented that a precise frequency attracted the monsters, luring them in as a frenzied mass of aggression. It took 5 minutes for the 700 to fall, torn apart by the barbaric giants, or clawed at by the small packs of sickly, twisted hunters. Some soldier finally took note of Mathias' words and tried to escape, but they were unsuccessful, dragged back by creatures those limbs retracted like tentacles to snare their prey.
The show was truly horrific, but what Mathias felt was sadness more than disgust. He had no pity for the soliders, but the creatures before him who were once human, mutated and over-taken by low-level kages or driven mad by the events in the city that their humanity had long been disposed of.
That was the hardest part of all, having to end their misery. They had succeeded in saving the estate, but given the chance they too would march forward, devouring every human is sight. With a second button-push a second transmission echoed down the high-street, making the creatures halt and shiver. They screamed and bellowed, their bodies vibrating at excessive speeds until in unison they exploded. What was once a bustling high street was now a sea of blood, both military and, in a way, civilian.
Sitting back in his chair, the often immovable man was shook. He had committed so many horrific acts in a short space of time, a part of him would never forget this day and never forgive. After a moments silence, with snow gently falling down around the massacre below, Earlson and Mathias rose from their chairs and walked slowly to the lobby. There they were met by the guards, the factory dwellers and Mathias' bloodline. "My friends...My family, the path is clear, we must leave this place and find our true home. The people of this city have fought hard for us today, we in turn have paid our dues and made a significant contribution to the war efforts. Let it not be in vein, let our escape be clean and without casualty. Come, its time we started a new chapter, for freedom! for family!"
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