C.o.D- DAY 5: Bye-bye
MGB let himself sag to his knees. He was exhausted. He didn’t want anything anymore. Fuck Tazmo! Fuck that gardener! Fuck the gold! He was tired of the entire thing. The cake was a lie, after all …
Then he stopped. MGB looked around him and made a guess. He was sure he had all the symptoms. There were the sweaty palms, the hot sensation in the stomach, the general feeling of someone being watched. His face froze. He turned around very slowly, without willing it, because something cold was touching his skin in a way a pink slipper would grin at you, revealing sharp, pointy teeth.
It was a knife.
He stood up carefully, his eyes firmly fixed on the thing. Then his gaze lifted from the knife and met the aggressor’s cheerful grin.
“You don’t frighten me!” snapped MGB.
“Never meant to.” answered Henchy and stabbed him; the faint noise of twisted metal in warm flesh. It was the sort of noise that makes the silence that comes after it roll forward like a warm avalanche.
Bluntly, Darkus was surprised. He shouldn’t have been.
Two seconds ago he had opened the door of the Bedroom just to find out with a quick glance inside that there was someone there. He had rapidly closed the door and now he was carefully analyzing the situation.
He was feeling strangely uneasy. He felt as if he was wearing new clothes that itched. Should he enter? He didn’t know who was inside that room. Nevertheless, he had a gun, no problem there.
It could all be resolved in a couple of seconds. But he didn’t know……..
He loaded the gun…
In the meantime, Kiam was enjoying of a long yearned shower. ..Suddenly, he heard a little squeek. By analyzing the blurry image in front of him he reached the terrible conclusion that there was something near the cupboard.
“ I shall pretend I didn’t hear that.” But the squeek firmly repeated itself.
Kiam hesitated. There was a little voice inside his head telling him on a very serious note (accompanied by some sort of dramatic background music):
“ Be afraaaid, be very afraid…”
“Ah, no problem there. I’m really good at it.”
He decided to go investigate.
The little thing moved. Kiam grabbed the apple flavoured soap, ready for attack ( or just randomly throwing of soap, depending on situation) and took a good look at the unexpected visitor.
“Holy cow! I thought these things were gone!” Unlucky.
It was a penguin.
(Kiam forgot all about the shower in the attempt to immediately get out of the bathroom. *apple flavoured soap lying on floor*)
Darkus took a deep breath and pushed the bedroom door open.
He shot a bullet directly into drop’s chest, who fell to the floor with a sound of a marshmallow gently landing on a plate.
“SHIT! NO….I didn’t…!”
Drop whispered something. Darkus fell to his knees to hear her last words.
“ I’ve….always wondered what being….dead..was..like..”
“ You’ll….have a huge opportunity to find out.”
“Will I…need training..?”
“ It comes naturally, I guess.” Answered Darkus, “ kinda’ pick it up as you go along.”
“Heh..” she gave a little tipsy smile and drifted away.
At the dinner table that evening, mouse joined the club, eager to bring some fresh news from the guard room.
“Yup, there’s a new guard now. He’s a funny guy and knows a lot about Tazmo’s history, apparently. He told me he once poisoned some knights. It’s said they still hunt this castle, in search for blood. Can you believe it?”
He sat back and beamed.
“His name was Kevin if I recall correctly.”
List of players:
1. drop (dead.Elf)
3. MGB (dead. Pope)
7. Bill (dead. Hero)
8. Razor (dead. Thief)
9. be0wulf (dead. Bishop)
12. adonai (dead. Riddle Man)
13. brightparis (dead. Granny)
So it turns out I can only last four days in tazmo's castle.
darkus, you're gonna be seriously haunted. >.<
edit: I think there might be a raid tonight.
sakura i never got the pm on my results on the fourth day
^ weren't you on guard duty
dont know but i should still get those results
what results? you were the guard.
hmmm, why do I look like a coward?...
I don't fear pinguins...not at all!!!!^^
Kiam, the world is divided in 2 categories of people: the kind of people that look at a savage, blood-thristy penguin saying things like : " oooh, what an interesting specimen. it is so captivating how he rips the flesh of the victim's bones and.........."
and the second category of peolpe , that run for it.
guess who wins the battle of life?