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

[JayJay]

Katniss and Ellie found themselves in the attic of the Manor, overrun by the Crossed hours ago. A horde of the Crossed, coupled by a few infected SHIELD and Umbrella operatives stormed the fuckin' place—you could hear their screams of laughter now—they were coming... coming for you...

​

pop! Pop! Pop

​

! Ohp, nevermind, “Targets eliminated.” The heavy footsteps of someone was nearby...

​

Vector

​

.

​

Ellie backed off slowly, step by step away from the stairs.


She was unarmed and still had a bloody bandage wrapped around her head.


She wouldn't be of much use... except that she used to work with this man.


The man's head was emerging from the stairs and Ellie's heartbeat quickened.


The last time she saw his face, he shot her and her best friend.


"Vector..."


Ellie grinned and stepped towards the man.


"Agent HUNK assigned me to get this woman. He wanted her to be his personal... well, servant.


Good you've finally arrived... I have her. There's no way out for her now, I made sure of that."


Ellie stood beside Vector, looking her toughest while keeping her eyes fixed on Katniss.


"HUNK will be pleased..."





@Atarf

 

[Akibahara]

*We need to get the hell out of this damn basement, there is no way in hell we can take that thing on. Not even with our combined strength... I had to think of a plan, but what can we do? I don't see an exit, I decided to unload a entire magazine into the freak, that once was Molly. I was quick enough to put another magazine into my pistol before the empty one could even hit the ground. It seemed my bullets barely had any effect on the bastard, but at least I'm doing something.*

There is no exit. It's locked.


There is, however, a hefty arsenal in the basement--9mm rounds, .50 caliber bullets, even a rocket launcher--though I'd strongly advise against using the weapon indoors. Unless you prefer to end up like meat sauce...

 

[MrDubWubs]

Final Round:


“End of the Line”
​

The Island.


The massive island, covered in tropical vegetation, is lush, teeming with jungle life, a perfect ecosystem of natural rainforests, a rapidly diminishing biome in the world. Under the depths of the canopy, things move. Celebrities, escaping the chaos of the outbreak, pulled their weight in money and star power to party and thrive, the Illuminati, or if you prefer, the “All-Seeing-Eye,” control the world at their fingertips in their sanctuary of secrecy, automated .50 caliber cannons swirls menacingly for targets, protecting the ungrateful shits within—but all that ends—tonight.

Nick Fury gazed out the vast expanse of the Atlantic Ocean, shuffling through an assortment of paperwork. He was gathering massive amounts of intelligence between the Crossed, patient zero, and the culprit of outbreak, the Umbrella Corporation. This stuff could blow Umbrella, Tricell, and it's contemporaries right open... expose the lie for what it was—a biological weapons manufacturer, weapons dealer, solely responsible for edging humanity toward extinction.


He smirked, cocking his 9mm Beretta back...

“Tonight, humanity wins.”​

An armada of aircraft carriers, formerly in the sky, sailed across the Atlantic armed to the teeth—rocket launchers, machine gun emplacements, and an army of soldiers consisting of vets from the U.S. Military and U.N. prepared themselves. Armed with the best weaponry, trained with the best anti-super human tactics, they were the best of the best.


Phil Coulson examined his HUD link, a brilliant blue aura gleaming against his aged features, “Director Fury, ETA 2 minutes until we reach The Island. Orders sir?”

“Prepare the troops.”​

MEANWHILE...


Albert Wesker and Nicholai Ginovaef prepared for the assault, the Umbrella higher-ups grinning at their handy work, Wesker was proud of what advances his research team had accomplished with the Hunter program, aha... Reptile DNA fused with the T-Virus? Ingenious. Nothing was ever more deadly, more swift, in their execution of human targets. Looking at the sea of vats through the plexiglass, a pair of beady reptilian eyes glared at Wesker, desiring to sear the flesh from his bones—but ah- ah- ah, the man in black had other plans in store...

The Umbrella Corporation unleashed their full force against SHIELD: The UBCS, consisting of hired mercenaries or ex-criminals volunteering their services in exchange for freedom was all-too-easy to muster up—their forces matching SHIELD's own easily—perhaps even more with the B.O.W. nightmare in store for Director Fury. Better yet: They were expendable. No financial loss, no cut-backs. Nicholai Ginovaef, Jack Krauser, HUNK, and Albert Wesker were among them that night—the best Umbrella had to offer—they sat among their own armada of ships.


Ingrid Hunnigan, a female former U.S. Government agent, secretly under Umbrella's payroll, flipped through her map, “Commander Ginovaef, ETA 2 minutes until we reach The Island. Orders sir?”

“Prepare the troops.”​

MEANWHILE...


Captain John Wales giggled manically, mounting a poor hammerhead shark caught via a Crossed net, “Fucky! Fucky! Fuuuuuuuck~” BOOOM! No orders, no nothing. A massive cruise ship slammed into The Island immediately—sending out hordes upon hordes of rape-y, angry, and malicious Crossed desiring nothing more than to kill and maim anyone in their path. 20,000 of them poured like sewer rats from their ships...


A few celebs outside screamed bloody murder, their sanctuary, their AA-guns, destroyed like insignificant toys in a child's playroom. Prepare yourselves...


CUT TO-


THREE HOURS LATER...


The Island was on fire.


Almost literally. The Crossed were exactly where they wanted to be. The screams of terror, the shrieks of agony, the slaughter of SHIELD, Umbrella, and celebs – this was sublime. The B.O.W. Hunter horde was unleashed thanks to Nicholai Ginovaef's ingenious delivery method of underwater transportation—they crawled through the steel mainframe, monstrous talons plowing through like wet butter, as the Hunters wrecked the SHIELD soldiers within.


SHIELD, however, had plans of their own—their military might surpassed Umbrella by twofold, only to be matched by the U.S.S—the “secret service” of the Corporation. Manpower-wise, SHIELD had an edge, but the B.O.W.s were hurting them bad, very, -very- bad... with the Crossed involved, too, this whole battle was a shitstorm of confusion, bloodshed, with chaos erupting all over the place.


Solaire looked over, only to hear a massive BOOOOOOOOOOOOM! Of an Umbrella missile launcher, and he saw a massive cloud of dust from the overpass, and watched a missile, trailing a glittering copper line behind it, streak towards SHIELD's main battleship.


The explosion was tremendous.


A gaping flaming hole erupted as Director Fury and Phil Coulson rushed for an emergency fire team to extinguish the fire. Fuckin' A.


As the smoke cleared, everyone was separated, fighting their own battles or worse...


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POP! Solaire felt a gloved fist plow into mid-section, the resulting force was incredibly powerful—as if the Devil himself came in, and gave the Sun Worshiper a good punch in the stomach. He found himself in a natural cave deep within the Island... he looked up, a stoic man in black, a beam of red illuminating from his black sunglasses erupted from the darkness.

Albert Wesker.

“What a pleasant surprise...”

​

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Claire Redfield, revealed to be the final traitor found herself in Umbrella's HQ—their primary battleship. What she didn't realize though, is that she was being followed. Jill Valentine, the BSAA operative, silently killed any U.S.S. guarding their outpost. Agent Redfield felt the cold, steel grip of Jill's Samurai Edge press against her spine, “Freeze...”


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Katniss and Ellie found themselves in the attic of the Manor, overrun by the Crossed hours ago. A horde of the Crossed, coupled by a few infected SHIELD and Umbrella operatives stormed the fuckin' place—you could hear their screams of laughter now—they were coming... coming for you... pop! Pop! Pop! Ohp, nevermind, “Targets eliminated.” The heavy footsteps of someone was nearby... Vector.


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Clem, Luke, Dallas, and Vi found themselves in the basement, an Umbrella operative fired a few rounds toward the four, shortly before Molly came in, stabbing the poor fucker to death. However, not before he injected... something into her. She cried and mewled, the pathogen ran hell through her veins: She grew into... gigantic a mass of flesh, rotting celebrity corpses flocked to her like moths to flames, her body devouring them into a sickly coupling. Tentacles sprouted from her body, ungodly pink tendrils whipped around, spider-webbing the walls, causing mini quakes...her belly extended like a balloon, about to burst..

--------------


Annie, Adachi, Mikasa, Delta, and Emiya found themselves in the midst of the battlefield itself: All 20,000 Crossed, coupled with warring Umbrella and SHIELD operatives. Tracers, Mk 19 grenade launchers, and suppressive machine gun fire lit the night. You can either choose to A.) Fight off Umbrella B.) Fight off the Crossed C.) Fight off SHIELD D.) Or a unique mix.


Adam was there, too, freaked the fuck out and overhyped by the return of his lover...


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Dandy found himself in the Cabin. Some fucking way, some fucking how, locked in there. The lights flickered on and off~ bzzt! Bzzt~, followed by a deep chuckle, “Nice to see you... comrade.” The voice was ominous, popping from behind him, in-front of him, and to his sides. Jack Krauser, former U.S. Green Beret operative was toying with Dandy, and he was going to kill that buffoon... slowly...


--------------


Bigby and Ariel found themselves underwater in the Atlantic, grenade launchers blew holes into the ground they ran across, lighting the forest ablaze like the 4th of July. You peered out of the waters, no one was there-- your opponent was deathly silent, a TMP holstered over his utility belt. Pew! A bullet lodged itself in Bigby's shoulder... Agent HUNK knew exactly where you were...


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The RED Spy, Leo, Lann, Hatty, Wynne, and Debra were chased by the Crossed around and around, like a circus... it wasn't long before Umbrella caught on, blowing some major holes into the Crossed themselves. However, this brought on a brand new issue: The Umbrella Corporation. The four found themselves on the lower deck of the Umbrella HQ mothership—far, far away from Claire and Jill—the UBCS wasn't onto them yet, they could either stealth their way to the stop or go in guns blazing.


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Finally, Elsa discovered what appeared to be a very old mining facility. Still fully operational, however, given electric currents fluctuated at random intervals—pools of molten lava, power grids, and mine carts scattered abroad—just as: “ELSA...” The Neo-Nemesis clomped behind her, Anna, her sister, glared at Elsa, her body horrifically damaged from the airplane fall, giant tumors festered and bubbled her upper torso, right arm morphed into a tendrilic-like whip, slithering aimlessly... “ELSA!” The Neo-Nemesis charged. Do you use a mine cart to escape? Fight the Neo-Nemesis? What do you do?

Welcome to the end.​

*with a charge of my gauntlets I quickly let them launch me straight into the beasts gut with again enough force to break down a metal wall. After it hits the gut and I cock my arm back. I launch my other gauntlet up to uppercut it with the same amount of force*


(Aki I can knock down the door easy~)

 

[Flowershadow]

Final Round:


“End of the Line”
​

The Island.


The massive island, covered in tropical vegetation, is lush, teeming with jungle life, a perfect ecosystem of natural rainforests, a rapidly diminishing biome in the world. Under the depths of the canopy, things move. Celebrities, escaping the chaos of the outbreak, pulled their weight in money and star power to party and thrive, the Illuminati, or if you prefer, the “All-Seeing-Eye,” control the world at their fingertips in their sanctuary of secrecy, automated .50 caliber cannons swirls menacingly for targets, protecting the ungrateful shits within—but all that ends—tonight.

Nick Fury gazed out the vast expanse of the Atlantic Ocean, shuffling through an assortment of paperwork. He was gathering massive amounts of intelligence between the Crossed, patient zero, and the culprit of outbreak, the Umbrella Corporation. This stuff could blow Umbrella, Tricell, and it's contemporaries right open... expose the lie for what it was—a biological weapons manufacturer, weapons dealer, solely responsible for edging humanity toward extinction.


He smirked, cocking his 9mm Beretta back...

“Tonight, humanity wins.”​

An armada of aircraft carriers, formerly in the sky, sailed across the Atlantic armed to the teeth—rocket launchers, machine gun emplacements, and an army of soldiers consisting of vets from the U.S. Military and U.N. prepared themselves. Armed with the best weaponry, trained with the best anti-super human tactics, they were the best of the best.


Phil Coulson examined his HUD link, a brilliant blue aura gleaming against his aged features, “Director Fury, ETA 2 minutes until we reach The Island. Orders sir?”

“Prepare the troops.”​

MEANWHILE...


Albert Wesker and Nicholai Ginovaef prepared for the assault, the Umbrella higher-ups grinning at their handy work, Wesker was proud of what advances his research team had accomplished with the Hunter program, aha... Reptile DNA fused with the T-Virus? Ingenious. Nothing was ever more deadly, more swift, in their execution of human targets. Looking at the sea of vats through the plexiglass, a pair of beady reptilian eyes glared at Wesker, desiring to sear the flesh from his bones—but ah- ah- ah, the man in black had other plans in store...

The Umbrella Corporation unleashed their full force against SHIELD: The UBCS, consisting of hired mercenaries or ex-criminals volunteering their services in exchange for freedom was all-too-easy to muster up—their forces matching SHIELD's own easily—perhaps even more with the B.O.W. nightmare in store for Director Fury. Better yet: They were expendable. No financial loss, no cut-backs. Nicholai Ginovaef, Jack Krauser, HUNK, and Albert Wesker were among them that night—the best Umbrella had to offer—they sat among their own armada of ships.


Ingrid Hunnigan, a female former U.S. Government agent, secretly under Umbrella's payroll, flipped through her map, “Commander Ginovaef, ETA 2 minutes until we reach The Island. Orders sir?”

“Prepare the troops.”​

MEANWHILE...


Captain John Wales giggled manically, mounting a poor hammerhead shark caught via a Crossed net, “Fucky! Fucky! Fuuuuuuuck~” BOOOM! No orders, no nothing. A massive cruise ship slammed into The Island immediately—sending out hordes upon hordes of rape-y, angry, and malicious Crossed desiring nothing more than to kill and maim anyone in their path. 20,000 of them poured like sewer rats from their ships...


A few celebs outside screamed bloody murder, their sanctuary, their AA-guns, destroyed like insignificant toys in a child's playroom. Prepare yourselves...


CUT TO-


THREE HOURS LATER...


The Island was on fire.


Almost literally. The Crossed were exactly where they wanted to be. The screams of terror, the shrieks of agony, the slaughter of SHIELD, Umbrella, and celebs – this was sublime. The B.O.W. Hunter horde was unleashed thanks to Nicholai Ginovaef's ingenious delivery method of underwater transportation—they crawled through the steel mainframe, monstrous talons plowing through like wet butter, as the Hunters wrecked the SHIELD soldiers within.


SHIELD, however, had plans of their own—their military might surpassed Umbrella by twofold, only to be matched by the U.S.S—the “secret service” of the Corporation. Manpower-wise, SHIELD had an edge, but the B.O.W.s were hurting them bad, very, -very- bad... with the Crossed involved, too, this whole battle was a shitstorm of confusion, bloodshed, with chaos erupting all over the place.


Solaire looked over, only to hear a massive BOOOOOOOOOOOOM! Of an Umbrella missile launcher, and he saw a massive cloud of dust from the overpass, and watched a missile, trailing a glittering copper line behind it, streak towards SHIELD's main battleship.


The explosion was tremendous.


A gaping flaming hole erupted as Director Fury and Phil Coulson rushed for an emergency fire team to extinguish the fire. Fuckin' A.


As the smoke cleared, everyone was separated, fighting their own battles or worse...


-------------


POP! Solaire felt a gloved fist plow into mid-section, the resulting force was incredibly powerful—as if the Devil himself came in, and gave the Sun Worshiper a good punch in the stomach. He found himself in a natural cave deep within the Island... he looked up, a stoic man in black, a beam of red illuminating from his red sunglasses erupted from the darkness.

Albert Wesker.

“What a pleasant surprise...”

​

--------------


Claire Redfield, revealed to be the final traitor found herself in Umbrella's HQ—their primary battleship. What she didn't realize though, is that she was being followed. Jill Valentine, the BSAA operative, silently killed any U.S.S. guarding their outpost. Agent Redfield felt the cold, steel grip of Jill's Samurai Edge press against her spine, “Freeze...”


--------------


Katniss and Ellie found themselves in the attic of the Manor, overrun by the Crossed hours ago. A horde of the Crossed, coupled by a few infected SHIELD and Umbrella operatives stormed the fuckin' place—you could hear their screams of laughter now—they were coming... coming for you... pop! Pop! Pop! Ohp, nevermind, “Targets eliminated.” The heavy footsteps of someone was nearby... Vector.


--------------


Clem, Luke, Dallas, and Vi found themselves in the basement, an Umbrella operative fired a few rounds toward the four, shortly before Molly came in, stabbing the poor fucker to death. However, not before he injected... something into her. She cried and mewled, the pathogen ran hell through her veins: She grew into... gigantic a mass of flesh, rotting celebrity corpses flocked to her like moths to flames, her body devouring them into a sickly coupling. Tentacles sprouted from her body, ungodly pink tendrils whipped around, spider-webbing the walls, causing mini quakes...her belly extended like a balloon, about to burst..

--------------


Annie, Adachi, Mikasa, Delta, and Emiya found themselves in the midst of the battlefield itself: All 20,000 Crossed, coupled with warring Umbrella and SHIELD operatives. Tracers, Mk 19 grenade launchers, and suppressive machine gun fire lit the night. You can either choose to A.) Fight off Umbrella B.) Fight off the Crossed C.) Fight off SHIELD D.) Or a unique mix.


Adam was there, too, freaked the fuck out and overhyped by the return of his lover...


--------------


Dandy found himself in the Cabin. Some fucking way, some fucking how, locked in there. The lights flickered on and off~ bzzt! Bzzt~, followed by a deep chuckle, “Nice to see you... comrade.” The voice was ominous, popping from behind him, in-front of him, and to his sides. Jack Krauser, former U.S. Green Beret operative was toying with Dandy, and he was going to kill that buffoon... slowly...


--------------


Bigby and Ariel found themselves underwater in the Atlantic, grenade launchers blew holes into the ground they ran across, lighting the forest ablaze like the 4th of July. You peered out of the waters, no one was there-- your opponent was deathly silent, a TMP holstered over his utility belt. Pew! A bullet lodged itself in Bigby's shoulder... Agent HUNK knew exactly where you were...


--------------


The RED Spy, Leo, Lann, Hatty, Wynne, and Debra were chased by the Crossed around and around, like a circus... it wasn't long before Umbrella caught on, blowing some major holes into the Crossed themselves. However, this brought on a brand new issue: The Umbrella Corporation. The four found themselves on the lower deck of the Umbrella HQ mothership—far, far away from Claire and Jill—the UBCS wasn't onto them yet, they could either stealth their way to the stop or go in guns blazing.


--------------


Finally, Elsa discovered what appeared to be a very old mining facility. Still fully operational, however, given electric currents fluctuated at random intervals—pools of molten lava, power grids, and mine carts scattered abroad—just as: “ELSA...” The Neo-Nemesis clomped behind her, Anna, her sister, glared at Elsa, her body horrifically damaged from the airplane fall, giant tumors festered and bubbled her upper torso, right arm morphed into a tendrilic-like whip, slithering aimlessly... “ELSA!” The Neo-Nemesis charged. Do you use a mine cart to escape? Fight the Neo-Nemesis? What do you do?

Welcome to the end.​

He watched all the chaos and carnage going on in front of him along with the others around him, gazing at Emiya seeing how the others around him including the trained sniper was as well. For the first time in a long time, he missed something; his weapon. He wasn't armed with any sort of firearm, yet he knew that he would end up in the fray some way or somehow. His smith and wesson was gone, but he still had another way to fight that no one else had seen up to this point. He smirked and chuckled softly, holding his hands in his pants pockets, letting out a small laugh and gazing over at Emiya.


@Reaper Jack


Hehehe...you think you could spare a weapon? I'd love to be able to blow all of these guys' heads off and shove the rest of these guys out of existence.





The smirk stayed on the crazed detective's face, him almost holding his right hand out expectantly and waiting for his response, wanting to see what kind of a response he could get by this point. He found out about how all the traitors were found, and was secretly glad that Claire was a traitor. The fact that he could hinder a traitor while seeming innocent, it was like he was accidentally being a puppeteer behind it all, something that he always enjoyed; pulling the strings of others.

 

[Akibahara]

Ellie backed off slowly, step by step away from the stairs.
She was unarmed and still had a bloody bandage wrapped around her head.


She wouldn't be of much use... except that she used to work with this man.


The man's head was emerging from the stairs and Ellie's heartbeat quickened.


The last time she saw his face, he shot her and her best friend.


"Vector..."


Ellie grinned and stepped towards the man.


"Agent HUNK assigned me to get this woman. He wanted her to be his personal... well, servant.


Good you've finally arrived... I have her. There's no way out for her now, I made sure of that."


Ellie stood beside Vector, looking her toughest while keeping her eyes fixed on Katniss.


"HUNK will be pleased..."





@Atarf

Operative Vector phased out of sync, his form invisible, uniform bending light to his will. Even with the fire, it's difficult to see him--little silhouettes were all you could rely on. The U.S.S. Wolfpack member prepared for Ellie and Katniss, his rifle pistoned forward, ready to blast the two girls into oblivion... a boy, you recognized the celebrity, Justin Bieber, attempted to fist fight the man. Vector pushed the poor kid to the ground, pulling his rifle's trigger, his brain splattering against the expensive tile.

​

He swung around, soon after, attempting to catch Ellie by the jawline with the butt of his rifle...

 

[Jeremiah]

Final Round:


“End of the Line”
​

The Island.


The massive island, covered in tropical vegetation, is lush, teeming with jungle life, a perfect ecosystem of natural rainforests, a rapidly diminishing biome in the world. Under the depths of the canopy, things move. Celebrities, escaping the chaos of the outbreak, pulled their weight in money and star power to party and thrive, the Illuminati, or if you prefer, the “All-Seeing-Eye,” control the world at their fingertips in their sanctuary of secrecy, automated .50 caliber cannons swirls menacingly for targets, protecting the ungrateful shits within—but all that ends—tonight.

Nick Fury gazed out the vast expanse of the Atlantic Ocean, shuffling through an assortment of paperwork. He was gathering massive amounts of intelligence between the Crossed, patient zero, and the culprit of outbreak, the Umbrella Corporation. This stuff could blow Umbrella, Tricell, and it's contemporaries right open... expose the lie for what it was—a biological weapons manufacturer, weapons dealer, solely responsible for edging humanity toward extinction.


He smirked, cocking his 9mm Beretta back...

“Tonight, humanity wins.”​

An armada of aircraft carriers, formerly in the sky, sailed across the Atlantic armed to the teeth—rocket launchers, machine gun emplacements, and an army of soldiers consisting of vets from the U.S. Military and U.N. prepared themselves. Armed with the best weaponry, trained with the best anti-super human tactics, they were the best of the best.


Phil Coulson examined his HUD link, a brilliant blue aura gleaming against his aged features, “Director Fury, ETA 2 minutes until we reach The Island. Orders sir?”

“Prepare the troops.”​

MEANWHILE...


Albert Wesker and Nicholai Ginovaef prepared for the assault, the Umbrella higher-ups grinning at their handy work, Wesker was proud of what advances his research team had accomplished with the Hunter program, aha... Reptile DNA fused with the T-Virus? Ingenious. Nothing was ever more deadly, more swift, in their execution of human targets. Looking at the sea of vats through the plexiglass, a pair of beady reptilian eyes glared at Wesker, desiring to sear the flesh from his bones—but ah- ah- ah, the man in black had other plans in store...

The Umbrella Corporation unleashed their full force against SHIELD: The UBCS, consisting of hired mercenaries or ex-criminals volunteering their services in exchange for freedom was all-too-easy to muster up—their forces matching SHIELD's own easily—perhaps even more with the B.O.W. nightmare in store for Director Fury. Better yet: They were expendable. No financial loss, no cut-backs. Nicholai Ginovaef, Jack Krauser, HUNK, and Albert Wesker were among them that night—the best Umbrella had to offer—they sat among their own armada of ships.


Ingrid Hunnigan, a female former U.S. Government agent, secretly under Umbrella's payroll, flipped through her map, “Commander Ginovaef, ETA 2 minutes until we reach The Island. Orders sir?”

“Prepare the troops.”​

MEANWHILE...


Captain John Wales giggled manically, mounting a poor hammerhead shark caught via a Crossed net, “Fucky! Fucky! Fuuuuuuuck~” BOOOM! No orders, no nothing. A massive cruise ship slammed into The Island immediately—sending out hordes upon hordes of rape-y, angry, and malicious Crossed desiring nothing more than to kill and maim anyone in their path. 20,000 of them poured like sewer rats from their ships...


A few celebs outside screamed bloody murder, their sanctuary, their AA-guns, destroyed like insignificant toys in a child's playroom. Prepare yourselves...


CUT TO-


THREE HOURS LATER...


The Island was on fire.


Almost literally. The Crossed were exactly where they wanted to be. The screams of terror, the shrieks of agony, the slaughter of SHIELD, Umbrella, and celebs – this was sublime. The B.O.W. Hunter horde was unleashed thanks to Nicholai Ginovaef's ingenious delivery method of underwater transportation—they crawled through the steel mainframe, monstrous talons plowing through like wet butter, as the Hunters wrecked the SHIELD soldiers within.


SHIELD, however, had plans of their own—their military might surpassed Umbrella by twofold, only to be matched by the U.S.S—the “secret service” of the Corporation. Manpower-wise, SHIELD had an edge, but the B.O.W.s were hurting them bad, very, -very- bad... with the Crossed involved, too, this whole battle was a shitstorm of confusion, bloodshed, with chaos erupting all over the place.


Solaire looked over, only to hear a massive BOOOOOOOOOOOOM! Of an Umbrella missile launcher, and he saw a massive cloud of dust from the overpass, and watched a missile, trailing a glittering copper line behind it, streak towards SHIELD's main battleship.


The explosion was tremendous.


A gaping flaming hole erupted as Director Fury and Phil Coulson rushed for an emergency fire team to extinguish the fire. Fuckin' A.


As the smoke cleared, everyone was separated, fighting their own battles or worse...


-------------


POP! Solaire felt a gloved fist plow into mid-section, the resulting force was incredibly powerful—as if the Devil himself came in, and gave the Sun Worshiper a good punch in the stomach. He found himself in a natural cave deep within the Island... he looked up, a stoic man in black, a beam of red illuminating from his red sunglasses erupted from the darkness.

Albert Wesker.

“What a pleasant surprise...”

​

--------------


Claire Redfield, revealed to be the final traitor found herself in Umbrella's HQ—their primary battleship. What she didn't realize though, is that she was being followed. Jill Valentine, the BSAA operative, silently killed any U.S.S. guarding their outpost. Agent Redfield felt the cold, steel grip of Jill's Samurai Edge press against her spine, “Freeze...”


--------------


Katniss and Ellie found themselves in the attic of the Manor, overrun by the Crossed hours ago. A horde of the Crossed, coupled by a few infected SHIELD and Umbrella operatives stormed the fuckin' place—you could hear their screams of laughter now—they were coming... coming for you... pop! Pop! Pop! Ohp, nevermind, “Targets eliminated.” The heavy footsteps of someone was nearby... Vector.


--------------


Clem, Luke, Dallas, and Vi found themselves in the basement, an Umbrella operative fired a few rounds toward the four, shortly before Molly came in, stabbing the poor fucker to death. However, not before he injected... something into her. She cried and mewled, the pathogen ran hell through her veins: She grew into... gigantic a mass of flesh, rotting celebrity corpses flocked to her like moths to flames, her body devouring them into a sickly coupling. Tentacles sprouted from her body, ungodly pink tendrils whipped around, spider-webbing the walls, causing mini quakes...her belly extended like a balloon, about to burst..

--------------


Annie, Adachi, Mikasa, Delta, and Emiya found themselves in the midst of the battlefield itself: All 20,000 Crossed, coupled with warring Umbrella and SHIELD operatives. Tracers, Mk 19 grenade launchers, and suppressive machine gun fire lit the night. You can either choose to A.) Fight off Umbrella B.) Fight off the Crossed C.) Fight off SHIELD D.) Or a unique mix.


Adam was there, too, freaked the fuck out and overhyped by the return of his lover...


--------------


Dandy found himself in the Cabin. Some fucking way, some fucking how, locked in there. The lights flickered on and off~ bzzt! Bzzt~, followed by a deep chuckle, “Nice to see you... comrade.” The voice was ominous, popping from behind him, in-front of him, and to his sides. Jack Krauser, former U.S. Green Beret operative was toying with Dandy, and he was going to kill that buffoon... slowly...


--------------


Bigby and Ariel found themselves underwater in the Atlantic, grenade launchers blew holes into the ground they ran across, lighting the forest ablaze like the 4th of July. You peered out of the waters, no one was there-- your opponent was deathly silent, a TMP holstered over his utility belt. Pew! A bullet lodged itself in Bigby's shoulder... Agent HUNK knew exactly where you were...


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The RED Spy, Leo, Lann, Hatty, Wynne, and Debra were chased by the Crossed around and around, like a circus... it wasn't long before Umbrella caught on, blowing some major holes into the Crossed themselves. However, this brought on a brand new issue: The Umbrella Corporation. The four found themselves on the lower deck of the Umbrella HQ mothership—far, far away from Claire and Jill—the UBCS wasn't onto them yet, they could either stealth their way to the stop or go in guns blazing.


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Finally, Elsa discovered what appeared to be a very old mining facility. Still fully operational, however, given electric currents fluctuated at random intervals—pools of molten lava, power grids, and mine carts scattered abroad—just as: “ELSA...” The Neo-Nemesis clomped behind her, Anna, her sister, glared at Elsa, her body horrifically damaged from the airplane fall, giant tumors festered and bubbled her upper torso, right arm morphed into a tendrilic-like whip, slithering aimlessly... “ELSA!” The Neo-Nemesis charged. Do you use a mine cart to escape? Fight the Neo-Nemesis? What do you do?

Welcome to the end.​

Annie's heart beat quickly, her adrenaline pumping again. She had never seen the true face of war, and she was just now thrown into it just after revival. Isn't this what she tried to avoid by killing herself? It didn't matter now, the sight of Adam gave her strength. She was fighting. She ran to Adam and hugged him quickly.


"Adam!~ Oooooh!~ Where's Janice?"

 

[Akibahara]

*with a charge of my gauntlets I quickly let them launch me straight into the beasts gut with again enough force to break down a metal wall. After it hits the gut and I cock my arm back. I launch my other gauntlet up to uppercut it with the same amount of force*
(Aki I can knock down the door easy~)

BOOM! The door bursts open--revealing a wall of Crossed, SHIELD, and Umbrella operative corpses--they're stacked up high, akin to the wall on 300. I'd highly suggest killing Molly first!

 

[Reaper Jack]

Chaos.


That was it. That was all. Chaos. Absolute anarchy.


Any semblance of order the world may have had was no more; it had been killed off by the scene Emiya saw before her. Operatives from S.H.I.E.L.D killed Crossed and operatives from Umbrella. Operatives from Umbrella killed Operatives from S.H.I.E.L.D and any Crossed who tried for them. Crossed just killed anyone and then raped their corpses; including other Crossed.


It may have been a mess. But Emiya was no fool. This was, without doubt; the most dangerous situation she had ever been in. An analysis that was about to be further reinforced...


"Hey! Pretty woman! Let's see how tight you are! Come on! Gimme a little peek! Hahaha! Time for Doc Nick to give you a good fucking seeing to!"


Crossed. A crazed man and six or seven compatriots; armed with sticks, shovels and in the case of the 'Doc', his tools, whirring like miniature chainsaws. Emiya raised the G3 and neatly put a single round into each of them, they fell like Dominoes, but this was like watching an endless slew of Dominoes running down a bottomless pit. Where did it end? She had no clue as to the total number of enemies in the area; but it was clear it was in excess of 25,000, including all forces engaging one another here.


She moved quickly, putting as much distance between herself and potential adversaries as she did so; she had to get to higher ground; she needed a better vantage point. If things got rough for her though; she would be forced to use her Trump Card; she looked at her right hand as she thought so; hoping the Command Seals still worked...


She found herself next to Adachi; along the way, she'd pulled an M4 Carbine from a Crossed's frigid corpse; the idea had been to use it when she ran out of rounds for the G3; but upon hearing Adachi's request, she chucked the weapon over along with three magazines she'd also picked up for it. Another Crossed came near where they were standing just outside of the main combat zone. She used the G3 to make a hole in it's forehead; the Crossed falling backwards like a plank; blood blossoming from the wound.


@Flowershadow

 

[Dallas]

BOOM! The door bursts open--revealing a wall of Crossed, SHIELD, and Umbrella operative corpses--they're stacked up high, akin to the wall on 300. I'd highly suggest killing Molly first!

*I continued to fire multiple rounds directly at the beasts head, hopefully the bullets will stun the damn thing to give me time to grab ammo. I saw the door ahead burst open, I couldn't exactly see what was behind the door, so I continued firing at the mutated Molly, trying to make my way over to the ammo cache.*


@Akibahara

 

[SuperChocoMilk]

Final Round:


“End of the Line”
​

The Island.


The massive island, covered in tropical vegetation, is lush, teeming with jungle life, a perfect ecosystem of natural rainforests, a rapidly diminishing biome in the world. Under the depths of the canopy, things move. Celebrities, escaping the chaos of the outbreak, pulled their weight in money and star power to party and thrive, the Illuminati, or if you prefer, the “All-Seeing-Eye,” control the world at their fingertips in their sanctuary of secrecy, automated .50 caliber cannons swirls menacingly for targets, protecting the ungrateful shits within—but all that ends—tonight.

Nick Fury gazed out the vast expanse of the Atlantic Ocean, shuffling through an assortment of paperwork. He was gathering massive amounts of intelligence between the Crossed, patient zero, and the culprit of outbreak, the Umbrella Corporation. This stuff could blow Umbrella, Tricell, and it's contemporaries right open... expose the lie for what it was—a biological weapons manufacturer, weapons dealer, solely responsible for edging humanity toward extinction.


He smirked, cocking his 9mm Beretta back...

“Tonight, humanity wins.”​

An armada of aircraft carriers, formerly in the sky, sailed across the Atlantic armed to the teeth—rocket launchers, machine gun emplacements, and an army of soldiers consisting of vets from the U.S. Military and U.N. prepared themselves. Armed with the best weaponry, trained with the best anti-super human tactics, they were the best of the best.


Phil Coulson examined his HUD link, a brilliant blue aura gleaming against his aged features, “Director Fury, ETA 2 minutes until we reach The Island. Orders sir?”

“Prepare the troops.”​

MEANWHILE...


Albert Wesker and Nicholai Ginovaef prepared for the assault, the Umbrella higher-ups grinning at their handy work, Wesker was proud of what advances his research team had accomplished with the Hunter program, aha... Reptile DNA fused with the T-Virus? Ingenious. Nothing was ever more deadly, more swift, in their execution of human targets. Looking at the sea of vats through the plexiglass, a pair of beady reptilian eyes glared at Wesker, desiring to sear the flesh from his bones—but ah- ah- ah, the man in black had other plans in store...

The Umbrella Corporation unleashed their full force against SHIELD: The UBCS, consisting of hired mercenaries or ex-criminals volunteering their services in exchange for freedom was all-too-easy to muster up—their forces matching SHIELD's own easily—perhaps even more with the B.O.W. nightmare in store for Director Fury. Better yet: They were expendable. No financial loss, no cut-backs. Nicholai Ginovaef, Jack Krauser, HUNK, and Albert Wesker were among them that night—the best Umbrella had to offer—they sat among their own armada of ships.


Ingrid Hunnigan, a female former U.S. Government agent, secretly under Umbrella's payroll, flipped through her map, “Commander Ginovaef, ETA 2 minutes until we reach The Island. Orders sir?”

“Prepare the troops.”​

MEANWHILE...


Captain John Wales giggled manically, mounting a poor hammerhead shark caught via a Crossed net, “Fucky! Fucky! Fuuuuuuuck~” BOOOM! No orders, no nothing. A massive cruise ship slammed into The Island immediately—sending out hordes upon hordes of rape-y, angry, and malicious Crossed desiring nothing more than to kill and maim anyone in their path. 20,000 of them poured like sewer rats from their ships...


A few celebs outside screamed bloody murder, their sanctuary, their AA-guns, destroyed like insignificant toys in a child's playroom. Prepare yourselves...


CUT TO-


THREE HOURS LATER...


The Island was on fire.


Almost literally. The Crossed were exactly where they wanted to be. The screams of terror, the shrieks of agony, the slaughter of SHIELD, Umbrella, and celebs – this was sublime. The B.O.W. Hunter horde was unleashed thanks to Nicholai Ginovaef's ingenious delivery method of underwater transportation—they crawled through the steel mainframe, monstrous talons plowing through like wet butter, as the Hunters wrecked the SHIELD soldiers within.


SHIELD, however, had plans of their own—their military might surpassed Umbrella by twofold, only to be matched by the U.S.S—the “secret service” of the Corporation. Manpower-wise, SHIELD had an edge, but the B.O.W.s were hurting them bad, very, -very- bad... with the Crossed involved, too, this whole battle was a shitstorm of confusion, bloodshed, with chaos erupting all over the place.


Solaire looked over, only to hear a massive BOOOOOOOOOOOOM! Of an Umbrella missile launcher, and he saw a massive cloud of dust from the overpass, and watched a missile, trailing a glittering copper line behind it, streak towards SHIELD's main battleship.


The explosion was tremendous.


A gaping flaming hole erupted as Director Fury and Phil Coulson rushed for an emergency fire team to extinguish the fire. Fuckin' A.


As the smoke cleared, everyone was separated, fighting their own battles or worse...


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POP! Solaire felt a gloved fist plow into mid-section, the resulting force was incredibly powerful—as if the Devil himself came in, and gave the Sun Worshiper a good punch in the stomach. He found himself in a natural cave deep within the Island... he looked up, a stoic man in black, a beam of red illuminating from his black sunglasses erupted from the darkness.

Albert Wesker.

“What a pleasant surprise...”

​

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Claire Redfield, revealed to be the final traitor found herself in Umbrella's HQ—their primary battleship. What she didn't realize though, is that she was being followed. Jill Valentine, the BSAA operative, silently killed any U.S.S. guarding their outpost. Agent Redfield felt the cold, steel grip of Jill's Samurai Edge press against her spine, “Freeze...”


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Katniss and Ellie found themselves in the attic of the Manor, overrun by the Crossed hours ago. A horde of the Crossed, coupled by a few infected SHIELD and Umbrella operatives stormed the fuckin' place—you could hear their screams of laughter now—they were coming... coming for you... pop! Pop! Pop! Ohp, nevermind, “Targets eliminated.” The heavy footsteps of someone was nearby... Vector.


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Clem, Luke, Dallas, and Vi found themselves in the basement, an Umbrella operative fired a few rounds toward the four, shortly before Molly came in, stabbing the poor fucker to death. However, not before he injected... something into her. She cried and mewled, the pathogen ran hell through her veins: She grew into... gigantic a mass of flesh, rotting celebrity corpses flocked to her like moths to flames, her body devouring them into a sickly coupling. Tentacles sprouted from her body, ungodly pink tendrils whipped around, spider-webbing the walls, causing mini quakes...her belly extended like a balloon, about to burst..

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Annie, Adachi, Mikasa, Delta, and Emiya found themselves in the midst of the battlefield itself: All 20,000 Crossed, coupled with warring Umbrella and SHIELD operatives. Tracers, Mk 19 grenade launchers, and suppressive machine gun fire lit the night. You can either choose to A.) Fight off Umbrella B.) Fight off the Crossed C.) Fight off SHIELD D.) Or a unique mix.


Adam was there, too, freaked the fuck out and overhyped by the return of his lover...


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Dandy found himself in the Cabin. Some fucking way, some fucking how, locked in there. The lights flickered on and off~ bzzt! Bzzt~, followed by a deep chuckle, “Nice to see you... comrade.” The voice was ominous, popping from behind him, in-front of him, and to his sides. Jack Krauser, former U.S. Green Beret operative was toying with Dandy, and he was going to kill that buffoon... slowly...


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Bigby and Ariel found themselves underwater in the Atlantic, grenade launchers blew holes into the ground they ran across, lighting the forest ablaze like the 4th of July. You peered out of the waters, no one was there-- your opponent was deathly silent, a TMP holstered over his utility belt. Pew! A bullet lodged itself in Bigby's shoulder... Agent HUNK knew exactly where you were...


--------------


The RED Spy, Leo, Lann, Hatty, Wynne, and Debra were chased by the Crossed around and around, like a circus... it wasn't long before Umbrella caught on, blowing some major holes into the Crossed themselves. However, this brought on a brand new issue: The Umbrella Corporation. The four found themselves on the lower deck of the Umbrella HQ mothership—far, far away from Claire and Jill—the UBCS wasn't onto them yet, they could either stealth their way to the stop or go in guns blazing.


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Finally, Elsa discovered what appeared to be a very old mining facility. Still fully operational, however, given electric currents fluctuated at random intervals—pools of molten lava, power grids, and mine carts scattered abroad—just as: “ELSA...” The Neo-Nemesis clomped behind her, Anna, her sister, glared at Elsa, her body horrifically damaged from the airplane fall, giant tumors festered and bubbled her upper torso, right arm morphed into a tendrilic-like whip, slithering aimlessly... “ELSA!” The Neo-Nemesis charged. Do you use a mine cart to escape? Fight the Neo-Nemesis? What do you do?

Welcome to the end.​

(Fuck it, I have a little bit of Wi-Fi, let's do this.


Clementine backed up, as Luke pulled his machete. "Yeah, I don't think singing will work here!" He yelled, and waved his machete at the Molly beast. "Why do you have to do this every time we meet?"

 

[JayJay]

Operative Vector phased out of sync, his form invisible, uniform bending light to his will. Even with the fire, it's difficult to see him--little silhouettes were all you could rely on. The U.S.S. Wolfpack member prepared for Ellie and Katniss, his rifle pistoned forward, ready to blast the two girls into oblivion... a boy, you recognized the celebrity, Justin Bieber, attempted to fist fight the man. Vector pushed the poor kid to the ground, pulling his rifle's trigger, his brain splattering against the expensive tile.

​

He swung around, soon after, attempting to catch Ellie by the jawline with the butt of his rifle...

Ellie got hit and stumbled back a distance, almost falling.


She put a hand on the new bruise.


"Vector! You fucking dumbass! I'm with you! I got Katniss all fucking ready to be taken back to base!"


She rubbed her face, mumbling "Fuck..."





@Atarf

 

[Atarf]

Katniss, would hear the heavy footsteps, climbing the stairs..


Game over..


Katniss' heartbeat quickens it was loud inside her frail chest, it was like a drum beating inside of her loud and clear.. It was as if it cut through the musty air towards 'Vector'.


"Ellie.."


Katniss gasps upon seeing her stand and walk calmly towards the huge man, touching her bloody bandage with an unsteady hand. She looks towards Ellie, in astonishment.. But then realizing that she must be stringing him along.. She feels faint, thinking of consequence that will confront them, if they don't pull this 'stunt' off..


Just play along.


She would grit her teeth thinking of how to play the wounded heart..


"You've got me.."


Katniss would whisper, placing her hands shakily above her head..


"You've got me, you win.."


She would say this louder - trying to show how beaten she was.. Although this was an act Katniss felt apart of her wanted to give up, curl into a ball and die.. But she couldn't, simply because she had to protect someone she loved.. That someone was Ellie.


@JayJay


@Akibahara

 

[Akibahara]

The smirk stayed on the crazed detective's face, him almost holding his right hand out expectantly and waiting for his response, wanting to see what kind of a response he could get by this point. He found out about how all the traitors were found, and was secretly glad that Claire was a traitor. The fact that he could hinder a traitor while seeming innocent, it was like he was accidentally being a puppeteer behind it all, something that he always enjoyed; pulling the strings of others.

Approximately 500 Crossed charged toward Adachi, all equipped with knives, baseball bats, or firearms. They laughed like madmen and women, swinging their weapons around just as-- Agent Phil Coulson stepped into the fray, the gaping hole on the SHIELD mothership expanding, he stood in the midst of Adachi, “Stand back, we've got this under control!”

Annie's heart beat quickly, her adrenaline pumping again. She had never seen the true face of war, and she was just now thrown into it just after revival. Isn't this what she tried to avoid by killing herself? It didn't matter now, the sight of Adam gave her strength. She was fighting. She ran to Adam and hugged him quickly.
"Adam!~ Oooooh!~ Where's Janice?"

Aaaaand, Adam gave her the sloppiest kiss in the history of sloppy kisses, drool oozed down both of their lips like the grossiest lovers they were. Janice was kept close to him, “I fucking missed you! Don't fucking die again!” He wept and wept, hugging his lover as a Crossed female, chuckled, cocking her 12 gauge shotgun at Annie...

 

[Flowershadow]

@Flowershadow[/URL]

He chuckled and grabbed a hold of the gun tossed over to him, looking down the sight of the gun and around at all the Crossed and different soldiers, chuckling as he grabbed the magazines and fired off what remained in the current one of the gun, spraying at the head level of Umbrella soldiers, Sheild soldiers, and Crossed trying to swarm the entire area, lodging bullets into multiple of their skulls amidst the chaotic fray of the fighting and gunfire. He let out a proud laugh, propping the gun against his shoulder after having probably shot down about a good 5 people with the bullets left in the carbine. This was probably due to it being the first time he used the weapon, but he was still a damn good shot.


Haha! Damn, this thing fires pretty well. I wouldn't mind having one of these babies for back home!

 

[Akibahara]

@Flowershadow[/URL]

Emiya found herself swarmed by more and more Crossed, 1,000 Crossed, no seriously, all came in armed with military-grade assault rifles. Mostly M4 Carbines, AK-47s, MP5s, and even a sniper rifle or two. Pop! One of the round charged at breakneck speeds toward Emiya, the bullet plowed straight into her leg, leaving a nasty bloody hole in it's stead. The armed Crossed, on the other hand, howled like hyenas as they blew holes into SHIELD and Umbrella operatives, now charging toward the survivors who held the line...

 

[Jeremiah]

Approximately 500 Crossed charged toward Adachi, all equipped with knives, baseball bats, or firearms. They laughed like madmen and women, swinging their weapons around just as-- Agent Phil Coulson stepped into the fray, the gaping hole on the SHIELD mothership expanding, he stood in the midst of Adachi, “Stand back, we've got this under control!”
Aaaaand, Adam gave her the sloppiest kiss in the history of sloppy kisses, drool oozed down both of their lips like the grossiest lovers they were. Janice was kept close to him, “I fucking missed you! Don't fucking die again!” He wept and wept, hugging his lover as a Crossed female, chuckled, cocking her 12 gauge shotgun at Annie...

Annie gladly returned her lover's kiss, looking at him as he cried. And cried. And cried. She laughed and wondered who the actual baby was...she pat his back before perking up at the cock, turning her head and lifting her hand up and spraying magma across the woman's shotgun and hands.


"Alright, Adam, I hate to ruin the moment...but we're still in a warzone!"


@Akibahara

 

[Akibahara]

*I continued to fire multiple rounds directly at the beasts head, hopefully the bullets will stun the damn thing to give me time to grab ammo. I saw the door ahead burst open, I couldn't exactly see what was behind the door, so I continued firing at the mutated Molly, trying to make my way over to the ammo cache.*
@Akibahara

((RPing for Molly until her ass comes online...))


She growled animalisticly, her gigantic tendril tore ungodly holes into the basement, nearly catching Dallas by the mid-section. Plumes of dust and debris crumbled down, leading into... huh? Another basement? Do you explore/escape via there OR, alternatively, try and take the ammo and down the monster Molly.

 

[SuperChocoMilk]

"Clementine, not all of us are going to make it through this." Luke looked back at her, and she looked at him with pleading eyes. "No! Like! Don't die!"


"That's why I'm sending Dwayne after her."


Way to ruin the moment Luke, way to go. "I will do anything for you my friend." The Rock said, instantly taking a bullet to the brain from a Crossed. "Ah, dammit." Luke said, and then began circling Molly. "I saw this in a video game once, you motherfucker!" he yelled, and began slashing wildly at Molly.

 

[Akibahara]

(Fuck it, I have a little bit of Wi-Fi, let's do this.
Clementine backed up, as Luke pulled his machete. "Yeah, I don't think singing will work here!" He yelled, and waved his machete at the Molly beast. "Why do you have to do this every time we meet?"

The Molly beast howled, her gaping molars, in a circle shape, suctioned forward, a long-ass tongue slithered around Luke's ankle, lifting him up into the air... he dangled as Molly flung him forward, trying to eat the poor boy!

 

[Akibahara]

OOC: Wait but where am I? I don't see my name anywhere ;-;

(( OOC: Wut? I thought I put your ass with the fighting crew! Lemme add it. )) 

Ellie got hit and stumbled back a distance, almost falling.
She put a hand on the new bruise.


"Vector! You fucking dumbass! I'm with you! I got Katniss all fucking ready to be taken back to base!"


She rubbed her face, mumbling "Fuck..."


@Atarf

Vector paused, “You're with us?” He smirked, pressing the cold end of his rifle against Ellie's forehead, “You're the one who freed the prisoners!” CHUH-CHINK, he cocked a bullet into the barrel, “I'm giving you five seconds to explain yourself. Five... four...”

 

[SuperChocoMilk]

The Molly beast howled, her gaping molars, in a circle shape, suctioned forward, a long-ass tongue slithered around Luke's ankle, lifting him up into the air... he dangled as Molly flung him forward, trying to eat the poor boy!

Luke grabbed desperately at his machete,NAND pulled it out, dropping it to the ground. "Clementine! Grab it!" Clementine looked at the machete and ran for it, picking the shiny weapon up with all her might, and swinging it into Molly's stomach.

 

[Flowershadow]

Approximately 500 Crossed charged toward Adachi, all equipped with knives, baseball bats, or firearms. They laughed like madmen and women, swinging their weapons around just as-- Agent Phil Coulson stepped into the fray, the gaping hole on the SHIELD mothership expanding, he stood in the midst of Adachi, “Stand back, we've got this under control!”
Aaaaand, Adam gave her the sloppiest kiss in the history of sloppy kisses, drool oozed down both of their lips like the grossiest lovers they were. Janice was kept close to him, “I fucking missed you! Don't fucking die again!” He wept and wept, hugging his lover as a Crossed female, chuckled, cocking her 12 gauge shotgun at Annie...

As he fired off his last bullet, he saw how the Sheild agent had gotten in his way, him accidentally lodging a bullet right into his skull and grinning while letting out a low chuckle rather openly in front of him seeing the soldier's body collapse onto the ground.


You little dumbass! Don't just step in front of a man with a loaded gun, you idiot.





He looked over to Emiya and then at the massive crowd of Crossed running towards him, readying his rifle before holding it down by his side, waiting for them to come close to him as though welcoming the oncoming assault of crazed, infecting sex and kink maniacs.

 

[Akibahara]

Katniss, would hear the heavy footsteps, climbing the stairs..
Game over..


Katniss' heartbeat quickens it was loud inside her frail chest, it was like a drum beating inside of her loud and clear.. It was as if it cut through the musty air towards 'Vector'.


"Ellie.."


Katniss gasps upon seeing her stand and walk calmly towards the huge man, touching her bloody bandage with an unsteady hand. She looks towards Ellie, in astonishment.. But then realizing that she must be stringing him along.. She feels faint, thinking of consequence that will confront them, if they don't pull this 'stunt' off..


Just play along.


She would grit her teeth thinking of how to play the wounded heart..


"You've got me.."


Katniss would whisper, placing her hands shakily above her head..


"You've got me, you win.."


She would say this louder - trying to show how beaten she was.. Although this was an act Katniss felt apart of her wanted to give up, curl into a ball and die.. But she couldn't, simply because she had to protect someone she loved.. That someone was Ellie.


@JayJay


@Akibahara

Vector froze in place, still invisible, but he eased down a bit- rifle pistoned toward the earth, "If I feel this is a trap- you're both going down. Understand?"

 

[Dallas]

((RPing for Molly until her ass comes online...))
She growled animalisticly, her gigantic tendril tore ungodly holes into the basement, nearly catching Dallas by the mid-section. Plumes of dust and debris crumbled down, leading into... huh? Another basement? Do you explore/escape via there OR, alternatively, try and take the ammo and down the monster Molly.

*I dove to my right, towards the ammo. I'm taking this bastard down, even if it means certain death. As long as Vi, and the others make it out of this hellhole, I can die knowing their safe. "Everyone! Head through the hole! I'll buy you enough time to get out of here! Just keep moving, no matter what!" I yelled. I coughed a bit do to the dust.*


@MrDubWubs


@SuperChocoMilk

 

[Reaper Jack]

Emiya found herself swarmed by more and more Crossed, 1,000 Crossed, no seriously, all came in armed with military-grade assault rifles. Mostly M4 Carbines, AK-47s, MP5s, and even a sniper rifle or two. Pop! One of the round charged at breakneck speeds toward Emiya, the bullet plowed straight into her leg, leaving a nasty bloody hole in it's stead. The armed Crossed, on the other hand, howled like hyenas as they blew holes into SHIELD and Umbrella operatives, now charging toward the survivors who held the line...

Emiya fell down on one knee. The horde was approaching. Well. Nothing for it. She raised her right hand up in a fist, palm-side facing towards her face.


"I beseech thee, in the name of Kiritsugu Emiya; I command thy servant Saber to appear."


No sooner were these words spoken than a golden light appeared in the sky above, and a third of the red markings on Emiya's hand disappeared.


The light broke apart the clouds, becoming a piercing beam of gold that shot down to a point bare metres in front of Emiya; and there stood...a beautiful women clad in full Middle Age battle regalia; proud and regal; she took a moment to take in her surroundings before speaking to Emiya.


"I understand the situation master. Quite the trouble you're in here." She smiled at Emiya; "And Master; why are you...like me now?" The question wasn't wholly mischievous, it had curiosity behind it too.


Emiya simply shrugged and said "I'll explain after."


Saber nodded. "Very well Master. I'll heal your wound for you as well. Now..."


Saber did not appear to do anything, but power ebbed from her; the bullet lodged in Emiya's leg was removed all of itself; and the wound itself closed back up. She turned to face the horde and let out a battlecry worthy of her true name. That of King Arthur. Arturia Penndragon. She proceeded to charge at the horde of Crossed.