[The Murder Game Series] Murder: The Ties that Bind

[Centurion_]

(( wtf is happening )) 
Dandy escapes safely somehow and is safe with the rest of the group.


(( busy right now and dont want to die, soz ))

 

[Akibahara]

She took it.
As quickly as she could, she wrapped it around her back and looked for the string, then pullled it.

The parachute expanded into a large, circular shape green canopy, Ellie was safe! 

Spy grabbed the red backpack, putting it on his back, and hoping for the best, as he pulled the string or whatever it was. (It's probably explosives and I'm probably going to die. xD )

The Spy pulled the string, and out came another ruby colored canopy! He was safe!

 

[SirDerpingtonIV]

The parachute expanded into a large, circular shape green canopy, Ellie was safe! 

The Spy pulled the string, and out came another ruby colored canopy! He was safe!

(YEAH!) Spy raised his arms in a V, praising the sun. Now that he was safe, he looked around, for the others.

 

[Akibahara]

"You are one twisted bitch." replied Molly, her hand forming a fist, and aiming to impact Bertha forehead. She thew the the punch, hoping it to hit, and to knock the crazy German from her.


@Akibahara

Pop! Molly's fist impacted Bertha's forehead, but she clung on tighter, "Awh, mein liebe! I just want to live, too!" Well, she was right, she DID want to live, but will you give her such an opportunity?

 

[RainbowWave]

Pop! Molly's fist impacted Bertha's forehead, but she clung on tighter, "Awh, mein liebe! I just want to live, too!" Well, she was right, she DID want to live, but will you give her such an opportunity?

Molly only screamed in frustrated, then she looked to Bertha. Still having her fist, Molly asked one simple question, readying to hit even harder if she didn't hear what she wanted.


"I'll let you cling on....if you become my personal medic, and if i think your lieing, well....lets just say i wont stop hitting you till one of us falls."


@Akibahara

 

[Reaper Jack]

Emiya had gone down into the plane's cargo hold before the B.O.W had appeared, so he was unaware of it's presence aboard; while there he had come across a parachute, deciding to pick it up just in case.


Which was just as well.


Like the others, he too, was now in freefall above the Atlantic Ocean. He'd never actually done this himself; but Ilyasviel had been fond of extreme sports programmes, so he had watched others do this before. He laid himself out in the air as if he was some kind of flying lizard. It was actually fairly comfortable, he was able to look about with no great difficulty. The ground however; was coming closer. He decided to pull the chute.

 

[Akibahara]

Molly only screamed in frustrated, then she looked to Bertha. Still having her fist, Molly asked one simple question, readying to hit even harder if she didn't hear what she wanted.
"I'll let you cling on....if you become my personal medic, and if i think your lieing, well....lets just say i wont stop hitting you till one of us falls."


@Akibahara

She paused, "Personal medic? Zuuuuuuure..." Heh, heh, heh--yeah, that could work. She clung on, a little grin crept across her features, "Of course, mein liebe. I'll be your medic." She reached out to shake her hand, "Ve have ein deal.."

 

[RainbowWave]

She paused, "Personal medic? Zuuuuuuure..." Heh, heh, heh--yeah, that could work. She clung on, a little grin crept across her features, "Of course, mein liebe. I'll be your medic." She reached out to shake her hand, "Ve have ein deal.."

"Personal medic? Zuuuuuuure..." Bertha clung on, a little grin crept across her features, "Of course, mein liebe. I'll be your medic." She reached out to shake Molly's hand, "Ve have ein deal.." Molly frowned, unsure if the women was lieing, and something as simple as trust could get you killed, she learned that the hard way. Extending her hand, Molly shook Bertha's hand, and let a grin sweep onto her lips.


"Remember Bertha, I come from a different world, and im infected from the virus that plagues it." Molly was unsure if she was still infected with the zombie virus, but she sure as hell hoped so, because, it gave her a edge if she ever bite someone.


(I'm so scared for Molly. @Akibahara )

 

[Akibahara]

[QUOTE="Reaper Jack]Emiya had gone down into the plane's cargo hold before the B.O.W had appeared, so he was unaware of it's presence aboard; while there he had come across a parachute, deciding to pick it up just in case.
Which was just as well.


Like the others, he too, was now in freefall above the Atlantic Ocean. He'd never actually done this himself; but Ilyasviel had been fond of extreme sports programmes, so he had watched others do this before. He laid himself out in the air as if he was some kind of flying lizard. It was actually fairly comfortable, he was able to look about with no great difficulty. The ground however; was coming closer. He decided to pull the chute.

[/QUOTE]
Emiya's chute pulls open, it's a rainbow colored chute with what appears to be a cat flying with... rainbows trailing behind it? Strange, the F-22 Raptor flips around, changing it's course toward Emiya, locking onto him, "Time to get 'em, Cap'n!" Boom! A rocket launched from it's underslung pods, heading toward him!

 

[Reaper Jack]

Emiya's chute pulls open, it's a rainbow colored chute with what appears to be a cat flying with... rainbows trailing behind it? Strange, the F-22 Raptor flips around, changing it's course toward Emiya, locking onto him, "Time to get 'em, Cap'n!" Boom! A rocket launched from it's underslung pods, heading toward him!

A rocket...how very...quaint.


He had no flares. What he did have was a smoke grenade; if he simply held onto it the smoke should cover him for long enough to divert the missile...but the F-22 had more. What to do about it? He had a thermal scope on his sniper....but no...that'd be crazy...


Fuck it. He'd seen and done crazier things before.


He commenced his plan. he unslid the WA2000 from it's holster on his back; being in the air as he was, he was far from stable, but he should be able to get a clear set of shots. It was like wishing on a prayer though, a concept Emiya hated. Still...he raised the firearm; his trigger finger hooked around the pin on the smoke grenade; the lower two fingers holding it; while the rest of the hand held the gun aloft. He pulled the pin; 3 seconds, the smoke was there. He peered through the sights; the F-22 was clearly visible, a huge white blob on the scope, he couldn't tell exactly where the cockpit was...but he had a good enough idea. He fired once, twice, thrice, then three times again; maximising his possibilities for that was all he could do. He exhaled...had it worked...? The rational, logical, and major part of him said no. The other part, The innocent Kerri side that he had locked away all those years ago; it said it had to work. Hopefully, the child still there inside him was right. Hopefully.

 

[JayJay]

The parachute expanded into a large, circular shape green canopy, Ellie was safe!

Ellie sighed in relief and dropped her head.


Finally something went right.


Then she closed her eyes, passed out and her motionless // ty aki // body was floating on downward.

 

[SuperChocoMilk]

(( Did she just die? ))

(Heart attacks man, you haven't heard of them? Ellie's got a condition. Nasty shit.)

 

[The Gil]

Clementine looked over, to see the detective man she had seen in the museum a long while back, and she had seen him walking around before. She had never actually balked to him however. The man reached out a hand, yelling something, and Clementine reached out and grabbed it. "Thank you!" She said to him, despite it being unlikely he could hear her.

Bigby held the girl against his chest, in a way that she was facing upwards while he was facing down. It would be best to open the parachute now before they could gain more speed towards the ground. He hoped that the parachute would work. Nearby, people were still struggling in a air war, making everything more difficult. It didn't concerned Bigby, the girl was the priority now, at least until they would hit the floor. He pulled the cord of the parachute, expecting it to open.


@Akibahara (pls man, I'm holdin' a lil gurl)

 

[Akibahara]

[QUOTE="Reaper Jack]
He commenced his plan. he unslid the WA2000 from it's holster on his back; being in the air as he was, he was far from stable, but he should be able to get a clear set of shots. It was like wishing on a prayer though, a concept Emiya hated. Still...he raised the firearm; his trigger finger hooked around the pin on the smoke grenade; the lower two fingers holding it; while the rest of the hand held the gun aloft. He pulled the pin; 3 seconds, the smoke was there. He peered through the sights; the F-22 was clearly visible, a huge white blob on the scope, he couldn't tell exactly where the cockpit was...but he had a good enough idea. He fired once, twice, thrice, then three times again; maximising his possibilities for that was all he could do. He exhaled...had it worked...? The rational, logical, and major part of him said no. The other part, The innocent Kerri side that he had locked away all those years ago; it said it had to work. Hopefully, the child still there inside him was right. Hopefully.

[/QUOTE]
The rocket overshot Emiya, the glittery trail hailing from it's tail illuminating behind it. The Crossed pilot fell slack, a massive crater left for a head, gore oozing out from his ruined neck. The F-22 Raptor spun out of control, soaring down and down and down... until it collided into the ocean waters below, leaving behind a 'splash!' as it sunk beneath the depths... the survivors seemed safe for now!

 

[Reaper Jack]

The rocket overshot Emiya, the glittery trail hailing from it's tail illuminating behind it. The Crossed pilot fell slack, a massive crater left for a head, gore oozing out from his ruined neck. The F-22 Raptor spun out of control, soaring down and down and down... until it collided into the ocean waters below, leaving behind a 'splash!' as it sunk beneath the depths... the survivors seemed safe for now!

So it worked. Emiya placed the WA2000 in it's holster and concentrated on making a safe landing...

 

[Akibahara]

@Akibahara[/URL] (pls man, I'm holdin' a lil gurl)

The parachute flew open! An orange canopy popped out... and you glided to safety! ((lolwut ur safe??))

 

[JayJay]

@Akibahara[/URL] (pls man, I'm holdin' a lil gurl)

The parachute flew open! An orange canopy popped out... and you glided to safety! ((lolwut ur safe??))

// UNTIL A GIANT FUCKING MONSTER MUTANT CROSSED CRASHED DOWN ON YOU AND SQUEEZED YOUR HEAD UNTIL YOUR EYEBALLS POPPED AND AND YOUR TONGUE EXPLODED AND THEN IT STARTED RAPING CLEMENTINE WITH ITS FIVE HUNDRED INCH DlCK.

 

[Akibahara]

// UNTIL A GIANT FUCKING MONSTER MUTANT CROSSED CRASHED DOWN ON YOU AND SQUEEZED YOUR HEAD UNTIL YOUR EYEBALLS POPPED AND AND YOUR TONGUE EXPLODED AND THEN IT STARTED RAPING CLEMENTINE WITH ITS FIVE HUNDRED INCH DlCK.

"Good idea."​

 

[SuperChocoMilk]

THEN IT STARTED RAPING CLEMENTINE WITH ITS FIVE HUNDRED INCH DlCK.

 

[Dallas]

*I got to the front of the plane, and searched for a parachute. I searched and searched, until I finally found one. I threw the straps of the pack around my shoulders. I jumped out of the plane, I noticed some of the survivors had already got to the ground below safely. I fell through the air, moving faster and faster. I pulled the chord of the parachute, hopefully, it will not fail on me.*

 

[LunarDiscord]

Claire in her haste to escape the plummeting plane, had grabbed the first thing that remotely looked like a parachute, she was pretty damn sure normal book-bags didn't have a rope handle similar to that of a lawn mower on them, in any case, with the parachute on her back, she rushed towards the nearest open exit to the aircraft, leaping out into the gusting wind as she let herself fall through the air a bit while drifting away from the airplane. Making sure she wouldn't get caught up in it before taking hold of the handle by her shoulder and yanking it hard, hoping she suddenly felt her descent slow in speed. She had taken larger risks before, but then again, this either worked or she was fucked.

 

[Akibahara]

Mid-Round Update:

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The survivors landed safety below: Thank goodness! You found yourself on an island, thoroughly defended by unmanned anti-AA and anti-personnel cannons, whoever owned this place was filthy rich—and incredibly effective, too—the Crossed littered the ocean like no other. You'd estimate fifty-thousand Crossed met their end here, possibly even more! A fat man, sporting no shirt, and a bottle of high-end Corona in his hand danced toward you, accompanied by a red-head female...

“Hola amigos!”​

“The name's Jack Blaaaack~ know me? HUH?!”

​

The redhead rubbed a glass pipe on her denim jeans, exhaling a cloud of white smoke. She coughed some, eyes watering. “Man… this is some good shit.”


BOOM!


Ho fuck.


The burning Boeing 747 wreckage landed on 'Jack Black', rendering him into liquified jelly. The redhead fell on her ass, glass pipe shattering into a million pieces, “WHAT THE FUCK?!” The aviation fuel went up in a hiss, then a deafening explosion rocked the immediate area, the redhead flew into the air, falling near Claire Redfield, her body riddled with metal chunks. She choked and convulsed, thrashing about as she died.


Uh, wow... welcome to The Island?


You can now start posting in-game! The Traitor will submit his/her kill shortly. This round will end @ 12:00pm MST or 2:00pm MST, depending on activity! Please vote for the traitor! IF you get the last traitor right, we will be lead into THE FINAL ROUND, followed by an epic battle, and epilogues.

 

[SirDerpingtonIV]

(Shit) Spy landed safely, looking around. "Where are we?" he asked, looking around, ignoring the two dead corpses. He was impressed by the un-manned defenses the island had, they seemed to have killed thousands of Crossed.

 

[JayJay]

Ellie, still passed out under her parachute, landed on the shore of the island.


Her body just fell when it hit the ground, then got dragged forward a short distance as the parachute carried it.


Arms beside her, she lied there in the sand, unconscious.

 

[Reaper Jack]

Emiya had landed some distance from the others and the plane wreckage, that had been intentional; it allowed him to observe them and react to them rather than the other way around. He was however, still within the circle of defences that had been emplaced here.


Due to his distance, he could see every other survivor as well as the two individuals already here. As such he noticed the redheaded woman be killed within a worrying proximity to Claire. He considered it. If she were a traitor then that would mean that she had killed her brother...the idea wasn't implausible. Emiya had killed his own father after all. Family was important, but he had done as he had because his father was a threat to the lives of so many. As far as he could see, Claire had no such reason. But if she had the will...that was all that mattered.


(( Claire Redfield )) has my traitor vote.