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Post by Benyamin on Aug 8, 2010 16:06:10 GMT -5
I wish I had evidence
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Post by UnfairBear on Aug 9, 2010 11:12:37 GMT -5
Mentioned in this story bit: IfEweWantBlood - Bloody Bill OldmanGang Leader. Deceptively pleasant until he steals your money and stabs you in the face (in that order).zoethedotted - Mary-Lynn McNultyWife of Dick McNulty. Lures men into alleyways to sell her "services" then knocks them out with her trusty hammer and robs them.Ricky - Dick "Heathers" McNultyGang Member. Married to Mary-Lynn McNulty. Little or no morals or personal hygiene. Known for wearing sprigs of heather in his hat to mask his smell on incognito jobs.Chaos - Joe MontanaGang Member. Short Tempered. Rumored to have killed a man with a sandal.Benyamin - Crusty BenGang Member. Withered old man trying to hang on to his glory days. Usually ends up being the patsy.))~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~(( Darkest night had fallen into Polecat Valley. The stars and the moon were the providers of most of the light for the forest's inhabitants, apart from one waning campfire. It crackled and spat in irritation as Bloody Bill poked at it with a sharp metal poker. "Blast," he muttered to himself, failing to rouse more flames from the charred corpses of branches. He finally gave up and stood, dropping the poker to the ground. "I'm gon' go get some more firewood," he told the other four who were lazing around nearby. He could have told one of them to get the wood instead, but there was a certain amount of ordering around he could do before they got sick of orders and started a mutiny. It was this sort of management that was key to keeping them in line and unwittingly doing his bidding. So he disappeared into the woods. "Say," mused Mary-Lynn once Bill was out of earshot, "you boys been thinkin' much bout what Bill done said earlier today?" "You mean about the Doc takin' a bite out o' Joe?" asked Heathers with a grin. Montana shot him a deadly look. "Naw, I mean what he said bout nobody wantin' to bite you on account of noone but us can stand your stench," she explained. Heathers nodded, unphased. "Well, I gots to thinkin, maybe it were one of us.." They looked at her and then at each other, incredulous. "I knows it can't be neither of you, and y'all know it wu'nt me, cuz I saw ye both get bit, but I were thinkin', we can't account fer Crusty o'er there.." she told them, keeping her voice hushed. They all turned slowly to look at Crusty Ben, sitting just out of earshot, wittling away at some sort of crude wind instrument. "You really think that old prune coulda done this?" said Heathers doubtfully, pointing at his neck. "They got superpowers, I tells ye. Even that old hack could take on a man in his prime and win. Them beasts got the strength of a dozen men, I swears it," whispered Mary-Lynn. "Alright, I don't need no more convincin'," concluded Montana and he stood and pulled his gun out and began pacing towards Ben. "Hey, Crusty," he shouted, once he was stood over him. Ben looked up in surprise and was immediately shot dead by Montana's revolver. "Joe!" yelled Heathers, "doncha think that was a little rash?" "Hey, if he were a vamp I wun't takin no chances," grunted Montana. "Well... he weren't no vamp... that shot killed him dead," Mary-Lynn poitned out solemnly. They crowded around Ben's limp body, unsure what to do now. Moments later Bloody Bill returned at high speeds. "What happened? I heard gun shots and- ....Jesus, Ben... What in the heck happened?" he demanded. "Shot him," replied Montana, unhelpfully. "We thought he might be a vampire," explained Heathers. Bill stared at them each in turn, totally agape. "A vampire? Are you kiddin' me?" "Well, we reckoned he'd come back and bitten Joe after you wen't to get the Doc," said Mary-Lynn quietly. "What? Doncha think I woulda told you if he'd gone disappearin off? Dont you think that'd ring a few bells in my head??" yelled Bill, eyes about to pop. "Well maybe it's you who's the vamp then, huh?" suggested Montana snidely. "Really? Really Joe? You don't think Ben wudda told you neither? Jesus, you guys are... God, words cant describe how totally idiotic y'all are!" Bill pushed through them and crouched beside Ben's body. He sighed an angry sigh as he stared into the lifeless eyes of his old friend. He shook his head and lowered Ben's eyelids with his fingers. "Go get some shovels and start diggin' a grave," he ordered. "But-" started Montana. "I said GET DIGGIN'" Bill burst out, and they scattered. He was far past public relations at this point... ))~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~(( Crusty Ben (Benyamin) was lynched. He was not a vampire. Omnomnom etc.
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Post by Benyamin on Aug 9, 2010 11:34:27 GMT -5
you guys really do suck
yeah, dig my grave
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Post by Ricky on Aug 9, 2010 13:34:51 GMT -5
All I ask is that if I die, it must be in some really cool way. That is all
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Post by frazzledog on Aug 9, 2010 15:48:11 GMT -5
Why would we lynch you Ricky? Seriously, you are one of the few people we know can't be vamp #2!
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Post by Nancy R. on Aug 9, 2010 16:57:00 GMT -5
He says that he may get bitten and he also makes fun of our inability to find the goddamn vampire Diana. And he's fucking right. I am out of ideas.
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Post by Norwegian on Aug 10, 2010 0:24:51 GMT -5
Well, now that we get more of those Nightshade things at least we stand a chance.
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Post by Nancy R. on Aug 10, 2010 5:01:52 GMT -5
Let's hope so Nor. Now we have to put in some serious thinking if we want to find at least one of them.
EDIT: I am still out of ideas though.
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Post by frazzledog on Aug 10, 2010 19:18:46 GMT -5
After this attack, maybe we should try to find the lady vamp?
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Post by Norwegian on Aug 10, 2010 22:52:18 GMT -5
How many active, female players do we have anyway?
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Post by metallica210 on Aug 10, 2010 23:41:04 GMT -5
im back!
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Post by Nancy R. on Aug 11, 2010 4:35:50 GMT -5
Good. It's time for you to use your head and find the vampires then.
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Post by redkneehighsocks on Aug 11, 2010 5:44:15 GMT -5
How many active, female players do we have anyway? mmph, im semi active i guess. not this week, i had stuff. but nao ima back! just a bit of useless info but i came upon this... might be just my terrible history, but those seem like quite expensive fabrics for the time. there fore vamp #3 must be a richie-poo or high up there anyway proving me wrong is advised
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Post by Nancy R. on Aug 11, 2010 6:32:12 GMT -5
redkneehighsocks: I've mentioned it in a previous post, there's nothing to prove wrong. I feel that this is a clue. I am glad you made it a lot more clear than me, so that people can see it without problems. This may help us in the future. We should use the little time we have.
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Post by UnfairBear on Aug 12, 2010 12:21:04 GMT -5
Nancy is going away for a week and would like not to get killed if she's inactive.
..she's still here, she just didn't want to double post... soya. beans.
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Post by redkneehighsocks on Aug 13, 2010 4:23:38 GMT -5
redkneehighsocks: I've mentioned it in a previous post, there's nothing to prove wrong. I feel that this is a clue. I am glad you made it a lot more clear than me, so that people can see it without problems. This may help us in the future. We should use the little time we have. sorry nancy, most of the time i just skim throught the posts, i didn't pick it up. But! it must mean something if we both picked it up
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Post by frazzledog on Aug 13, 2010 4:39:53 GMT -5
I have an idea as to who the female vamp is... But I'll point fingers after the vamp attack. There might be more clues
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Post by Nancy R. on Aug 13, 2010 4:50:44 GMT -5
redkneehighsocks: I've mentioned it in a previous post, there's nothing to prove wrong. I feel that this is a clue. I am glad you made it a lot more clear than me, so that people can see it without problems. This may help us in the future. We should use the little time we have. sorry nancy, most of the time i just skim throught the posts, i didn't pick it up. But! it must mean something if we both picked it up Yeap, it surely means something and I am sure that thanks to that we'll be able to find the vampire in the end. Also, this is my last post here. From now on you're on your own, at least for a little while. Not that I helped much anyway.
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Post by UnfairBear on Aug 13, 2010 11:33:55 GMT -5
Mentioned in this story bit: Chaos - Joe MontanaGang Member. Short Tempered. Rumored to have killed a man with a sandal.Joshywoshy - Juan-Ernesto GonzalesToken Mexican. Runs a hardware store.awsomeness - Chuck WilliamsonCowboy famous around town. Loved by the good, despised by the wicked. Has a secret opium habit.))~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~(( Joe Montana skulked down the edge of the thoroughfair, looking altogether very menacing. The millions of stars above cast shadows against the storefronts along which he stalked. Slung over his shoulder was a sizeable sack that clinked slightly in time with his careful footsteps. It was full of metal nick-nacks, ornaments and a few coins that belonged to the unsuspecting inhabitant of a little house, who he had stabbed in the face. Realistically, he could easily have robbed the man blind without waking him, but that simply was not his style. The town was still at this hour. Most normal folk were passed out in bed, be it from tiredness or drunkeness. It would have been fairly safe to walk down the middle of the mainstreet now, even with all his booty in tow, but he decided to air on the side of caution. The last thing he needed was a night in jail. As he walked he peered in the windows of the buildings he passed. There was the brothel with its enticing interior and its lavish embellishments, somewhere he could only dream of stepping foot in. Next was the hardware store, dustier than ever since Juan-Ernesto had been murdered. He made a mental note to come back another day, seeing no point leaving all those sharp objects just lying there. Then there was the library, the windows big and clear and bright, as inviting as a place could be. If only he could read. After that there were a few nondescript buildings, most likely storehouses or people's homes. They thinned out further along as the town gave way to the wild forest that he often called home. It was at this waypoint that Montana experienced a sudden sense of unease. Someone was stalking him. He glanced back and forth, slowing down marginally and subtly moving his hand do his holster. The instant he heard a noise in one of the alleyways he was passing he spun and shot, not even bothering to aim. There was an angry shout of pain - a man's, he noted - as the bullet came into contact with his unsuspecting persuer. However as Montana squinted through the spiraling smoke eminating from the barrel into the dark alleyway, he could make out no indication of a body, injured or otherwise. Just as he was lowering his gun in confusion, his arms were suddenly pinned behind him and his almost healed neck was bitten into. His bag of loot fell to the ground with an unseemly clatter, along with his gun. With his attacker holding his arms, Montana found himself free to scream as loud as he could, which he took full advantage of. The vampire didn't like this one bit, and quickly slapped a hand over his victim's mouth. In doing so, however, he let go of one of Montana's arms. Montana took this opportunity to flail and batter at his captor as much as possible, before it gave up on keeping him silent and pulled his arm back behind his back. Montana continued to scream. It wasn't long before all the noise worked to Montana's advantage. He was still able to stand when the vampire let go of him, after someone else's shouts rang out behind them. It spun around and dashed away across the thoroughfair and into a copse of trees that would eventually lead into the forest. Montana fell against the nearest wall, clamping his hand to his neck in an attempt to stop the pumping blood. Seconds later, Chuck Williamson appeared. "You alright?" he asked, approaching him. "Yeah, just a little scratch. You get a look at the sucker's face?" "No, I wasn't payin' attention, I didn't expect it to be runnin' out into the open like that." "Damn fanger," Montana muttered hatefully, "I'll get you one o' these days..." ))~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~((
Joe Montana (Chaos) was bitten by a vampire, but he'll survive. Voteyvote times, hurrah! [0] Char [0] IfEweWantBlood [0] Tyme [0] Ricky [0] therealnancyr [0] Chaos [0] Gesh [0] mhart29 [0] kreacherxluver [0] redkneehighsocks [0] Diana [0] Robert [0] Click [0] zoethedotted [0] Norwegian [0] Picnic [0] Tiffany [0] awsomeness
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Post by Ryan on Aug 13, 2010 11:47:55 GMT -5
So from this story - the attacker is male, either vamp 2 or vamp 3, and vamp 2 seems to have covered his victims mouths in the past, and contained both their arms and there legs (experience I guess).
This leads me to believe that the attacker here is vamp 3, but other than that, I see no clues to his identity.
I did however notice this:
This makes me think that vamp 4 - the lady vampire, might just be the brothel owner - kreacherxluver.
So, I vote for kreacherxluver
[0] Char [0] IfEweWantBlood [0] Tyme [0] Ricky [0] therealnancyr [0] Chaos [0] Gesh [0] mhart29 [1] kreacherxluver [0] redkneehighsocks [0] Diana [0] Robert [0] Click [0] zoethedotted [0] Norwegian [0] Picnic [0] Tiffany [0] awsomeness
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