Realistic or Modern .The Game.

[Umbrella]

-Rules-

1. No godmodding (Three warnings,)

2. No Op weapons

3. Try to not be in trouble every goddamned minute

4. No Gary-Stew and Mary-Sues

5. NO killers can godmod kill

6. Have fun​

 

[iAutisticTiger]

Seth scowled, trying to figure out what on Earth was going on. He very pointedly didn't look at the weapons, but instead glanced warily at the people around him. They were too close for his liking. Far, far too close. What the Hell was going on, anyway, and where was he? Heaving a heavy, long suffering sigh, he swiftly turned and started for the cover of the forest. He couldn't allow himself to have a weapon. The things he might do with a knife while under the numbness...

 

[Umbrella]

"Helloooooooo" He cackles over a massive microphone that speaks over the whole island, "I hope everyone is having fun here," Still cackling before he calms down.Lets see who is dead hmm~Oh I see...I was so hoping that guy stayed for the ride. Ooo and the murderous two couples broke apart, girls certainly are very vicious. "Death count: 5. Names, well I guess the killers know." starting to cackle again.

 

[iAutisticTiger]

Trees. Trees as far as the eye could see. It was just trees and trees and trees and Seth was sick of it. He tensed when he heard the cackling voice, diving for the safety of bush like a skittish animal. How long he stayed there, barely breathing, he didn't know. It could have been minutes, or hours. Time could be standing still, for all he knew. His heartbeat, rapid and loud, was giving him a headache, but he didn't dare do anything about it.

 

[kira blackthorn]

Tolli leaned back against the tree as he straddled the branch lazily swinging his legs. He wasn't in the mood to hunt so Instead his prey would come to him. Even if they didn't know it. Leaning his head back he looked up at the sky with an aching heart. What he wouldn't give to be able to fly.

 

[iAutisticTiger]

When his heartbeat finally calmed, Seth cautiously crawled out of the bush, looking left and right several times before he stood up. As far as he could see, there was no-one around, but he didn't have the best eyesight in the world. He fumbled for the familiar weight of what he referred to as his worry stone, rubbing it thoughtfully. Still, he couldn't just stand there. He had people to hide from. Slowly, he removed his hand from his pocket and began to walk.

 

[ultimus9]

Eric was hunting. Hunting humans. In a forest filled with dead people.


Now if that wasn't morbid, he didn't know what was.


He didn't know the person he was stalking, but he intended to find out. He crept on silent feet towards the walking figure. It rubbed its pocket once, then began to walk further. Weapon, he thought. He planted his feet, aiming for its head.


"I don't know who you are, but if you want to live, turn around."


@iAutisticTiger

 

[iAutisticTiger]

Seth did as he was told, spinning on the tips of his feet. Bizarrely, it made him think the horrible days when his grandmother tried to teach him ballet. Why, he didn't know. He looked over the person before him once, then started looking for a way out. A sinking feeling welled up inside him. "Bye, life." Seth muttered.

 

[ultimus9]

Eric gave the man a once-over. His eyes narrowed, and his finger tightened on the trigger of his rifle. "What side are you on?" he asked, enunciating his words carefully. "Lie to me and I blow your face off. I've gotten good at detecting liars." He felt adrenaline beginning to pour into his veins. So this is what the Killers feel when they are about to end a life...

 

[iAutisticTiger]

"I'm on the 'bog off, you bloody wanker, I'm trying to hide' side." Seth shrugged nonchalantly, but his voice was filled with fear.


Not fear of the armed man before him, but fear of the lack of caring. At least he was going to die before he could do anything. He wasn't going to walk in his mother's footsteps. No way.

 

[ultimus9]

Eric paused at the man's speech. Hide, huh. Arrival then. No signs of any deception. He lowered the gun. "Okay then. Good." he walked over to the guy, examining him. It was good that he didn't have to kill again. He hated that. He stuck out his hand. "My name is Eric. And I'm not going to kill you."

 

[kira blackthorn]

Up in his tree Tolli lazily watched the two interact. He knew he should take care of them before they became a threat but decided to let one of the others deal with them. He will take care of the straggler's that were left. Less messy that way.

 

[iAutisticTiger]

Seth glowered suspiciously. "Didn't you hear a bloody word I said, eejit?" He spat, hoping to rile up Eric and get himself killed before the numbness asserted itself.


He didn't want to die, either, but it was a better idea than trying to tear someone's throat out with his obnoxiously sharp teeth. Wait, where did that idea come from?!

 

[ultimus9]

Eric lowered his hand, cold iron taking the place of his hospitality.


"If you don't want my help, that's fine. I won't help bury your corpse." He stepped back a few paces, then began to walk away, ducking under the swaying bodies of lynched people, dodging around the impaled corpse. Just a cradle of death, now.

 

[iAutisticTiger]

'Why does that make me feel... Lonely?' Seth smiled victoriously and tried not to think about it. "Thanks," He mumbled without thinking, then slapped himself for being stupid.


He wasn't allowed to like people. If he liked people, he might start loving them and he knew how that ended. Seth shuddered, suddenly feeling very warm. He practically smell the smoke...

 

[ultimus9]

Eric spun around, eyes narrowed. "Oh, and also - if you stay here, you're bound to get killed. Killers hunt best under cover of darkness, or so I'm told." he grinned a little.


"Food for thought!" he said, as he waved.

 

[iAutisticTiger]

It was burning. Screaming. Why was there screaming? "What?" Seth said stupidly, snapping out of it. "Yeah, I'm not stupid."


That was a lie. He was stupid, so very, very stupid, for finding that endearing. Sighing, he started to move in the opposite direction, chanting, 'I don't like Eric.' to himself.

 

[kira blackthorn]

Stupid prey. Tolli snorted as he climbed down. It was time to get moving. He hoped to find someplace to rest before sun down though he may have to kill before then.

 

[ultimus9]

Eric looked confused. "Stupid? Who said anything about stupidity?" As the guy began to walk off, he shrugged a little. Your funeral.


 
Eric bristled at the sound of rustling bark. He lifted his gun staring at the branches. Dammit, I was being watched the entire time. How? "Who's there? Get out of the branches!"

 

[kira blackthorn]

Finally noticed me did he. Tolli jumped from the lowest b e'er a change landing in a crouch. Standing straight he sent the other a charming smile hands held up in surrender and eyes kind. "Relax I mean no harm. I was just leaving to find shelter. "

 

[ultimus9]

Eric aimed his gun. "Like hell you were. What were you doing in the trees? Sniping?"

 

[iAutisticTiger]

Seth froze. Was he going to die now? Why did it matter? "Eejit!" He snapped, slapping himself again. "Of course it bloody matters!"


But it didn't. He was going to die and nobody would care. Well, maybe the new guy would be pleased with himself, but that was it.

 

[kira blackthorn]

"Oh, Please. I am no sniper." Tolli rolled his eyes not giving the gun a glance. "I only have a knife on me and I intend to use that as little as possible. I feel no want to get messy. Now put down your gun or don't I don't care. I'm leaving. I want to find shelter before sun down. That's when the hunters come out to play." Turning on his heels he headed into the forest.

 

[ultimus9]

"Who are the hunters?" Eric said, bristling. "And why shouldn't I just shoot you now?"

 

[iAutisticTiger]

"Oh, will you just hurry up and kill me already?" Seth yelled without meaning to. Still, he continued, "Makes everyone happy, right?"