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 Carnage vrs Joule '05 |
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(Outside: Carnage moves off to the southeast).
You release the controls and slide out of the driver's seat.
You stand up.
You open the door and climb out.
Midtown Drive (in New Carthage)
Bike couriers joust with hovertraffic and groundcars on this crowded street. Garish neon light
flashes and pools on chrome facades. Tattoo parlors, mod shops, skin studios: Midtown caters to
any whim. The crowds surge past streetside organ display tanks in a bustling press of engineered
flesh. Fashionable micropore masks protect them from silver clouds of daytime smog.
You can cross south, the street runs east, and an intersection lies west. A large metal door has
been rolled up to the north, revealing a loading bay.
You see a vehicle to the west. To the southeast, you see someone standing. You see a vehicle to the
southeast.
It is now spring.
It is hot and humid out.
A NCPD Squad Car 881 is parked here.
You lock the doors to NCPD Squad Car 881.
You dodge your way across the street, barely avoiding passing hovercraft and rogue cyclists.
Midtown Drive (in New Carthage)
Bike couriers joust with hovertraffic and groundcars on this crowded street. Garish neon light
flashes and pools on chrome facades. Tattoo parlors, mod shops, skin studios: Midtown caters to
any whim. The crowds surge past streetside organ display tanks in a bustling press of engineered
flesh. Fashionable micropore masks protect them from silver clouds of daytime smog.
You can cross north and the street runs east and west. A small, utilitarian storefront yawns forth
from the hulks of abandoned apartments. The first floor of a brownstone to the south seems open
for business.
You see a vehicle to the northwest.
It is now spring.
It is hot and humid out.
A Zil Stretch Limousine is parked here.
Carnage (headsman) is here.
Joule approaches Carnage in a fighting stance and readies his fists.
Carnage dodges Joule's fists attack.
You get out your Remington 870P 12 gauge.
Carnage twists away from Joule, crouches, and with crack of the hammer fires his DoL Vigilante .357
into the unprotected back of Joule's left hand!
Carnage puts his DoL Vigilante .357 away.
Carnage gets out his DaiLung Dragon MMI launcher.
Carnage drops a DaiLung Dragon MMI launcher.
Joule is wielding a Remington 870P 12 gauge ready for action.
He seems to have some nasty cuts and bruises.
Carnage gets out his DoL Vigilante .357.
Combat mode switched to defense.
Carnage is wielding a DoL Vigilante .357 ready for action.
He seems to have some nasty cuts and bruises.
Combat mode switched to normal.
You pushes a shell into the chamber of your Remington 870P 12 gauge, the shell settling in with a
firm click.
Carnage lays his body down in a running slide and dives under Joule's shot.
Joule tries to avoid Carnage's attack, but the shot from Carnage's DoL Vigilante .357 sends Joule
sprawling onto his back, a gaping hole in his chest!
You feel a bit shaken by your flesh wounds.
Carnage is wielding a DoL Vigilante .357 ready for action.
He seems to have some nasty cuts and bruises.
Joule is wielding a Remington 870P 12 gauge ready for action.
He is covered with bloody gashes and wounds.
Combat mode switched to defense.
Carnage (headsman) is here, locked in combat.
Carnage [to Joule]: You just gotta start shit dont ya.
Carnage is flung back as his chest explodes from the impact of Joule's Remington 870P 12 gauge shot.
You say, "Yes, I do."
Carnage pulls too much lead and blasts away at the air in front of Joule.
Carnage is wielding a DoL Vigilante .357 ready for action.
He is deathly pale and bleeding from multiple stabs and slashes.
Combat switched to fatal.
Carnage's limp body is hurled onto the ground by the force of Joule's Remington 870P 12 gauge blast!
Carnage slumps to the ground unconscious.
You say, "You killed innocent women."
Do you want to cold-bloodedly murder Carnage knowing that it will be captured by this weapon's
gunbore camera with full knowledge of all the consequences of that action?
[Enter `yes' or `no']
Joule puts the barrel of his Remington 870P 12 gauge at Carnage's head and pulls the trigger,
splattering his brains on the ground with a deafening blast.
Carnage's body twitches as the unfortunate soul expires.
You shout, "GUILTY."
Now, if you're wondering why I did something so blatantly stupid.. let me show you what got my character angry enough to endanger his job killing a defenseless suspect:
l photo
A glossy photograph displays:
If anything, this studio apartment could be called spacious. The large, open space is occupied by a
few pieces of furniture, some cushions on the floor around a glass coffee table in the center of
the room. The front door itself is a work of art, black with white trim, and a swirling
fire-and-ice emblem glowing in the center that seems to change colors every time you look at it.
The lighting is top-of-the-line and seems to emanate from the walls and ceiling itself, bathing
the room in as much light as the small dial by the door is set to. In the northwest corner of the
apartment, to the right as you enter from the door, is a raised kitchen area, complete with a
refrigerator, cupboards, a sink, and a high quality electric stove. The countertops are done in
finely polished black marble and look spotlessly cleaned. Next to the kitchen is a well-stocked
mini bar, complete with several varieties of drinks. The floor of the kitchen and bar area is the
done in the same marble as the countertops, polished to a shine. The floor of the rest of the
apartment is covered in a vibrant white self cleaning carpet, the embedded nanites keeping the
floor spotless. Against the western wall of the apartment is a king-sized bed, complete with a
black and white checkered comforter. Carved on the headboard, barely noticeable, is the name
'Kaitlyn'. Above the bed is a large anime-style painting of a blue-haired girl in a skimpy outfit
with her hand jutted out towards the front, giving the thumbs up sign. Below is a caption which
reads 'Okay!' Two or three feet to the side of the bed is the black and white checkered futon,
matching the bed. The entire southern wall of the apartment, which is quite large, is a single
large window. It gives an excellent view of Midtown and the hustle and bustle of aircar and hover
traffic outside. It tints automatically at different times of the day, filtering out unneeded
sunlight, although there is a remote control that allows for it to be done manually. Perfectly
centered in between the western and eastern walls, and only a few feet from the southern window,
is a small area lowered one step, with the same black marble as the kitchen area. Centered here is
a bubbling hot tub, the steamy waters seeming very inviting. The eastern wall is covered in
artwork of various shapes in sizes, ranging from quaint post modern pieces to modern works with
screaming shapes and colors, almost exploding from the wall with their vivacity. Set dead in the
center is a simple black door that leads to the bathroom.
You see a micro-bar, a bed, a hot tub, a futon, a cabinet, a black leather jacket, a flashlight, a
male corpse, a female corpse, a motorcycle helmet, a M/N jacket, a scavenged mesh goggles, a
glossy combat boots, a BlackLight 90 crop t-shirt, a Mortius websuit, a black silk dress shirt, a
XTech crossbow, a quiver harness, four arrows, a .25 clip, a buttoned black workboots, a tactical
vest, a trenchcoat, a 10mm Grimm Reaper clip, a bottle of whiskey, a black shirt, a business card,
two right shoulder holsters, a scavenged urban cocktail dress, a studded bracers, a lighter, a
Megamuse MPX player, boots, boxer shorts, a black cargo pants, a blue jacket, a kevlar vest, a
nipple clamps, white satin bra, a massage oil, a ukelele, a sheer negligee, a leather pants, a
purple silk dress, a purple heels, a leather vest, a stuffed dragon, a red lace teddy, a small
teddy bear, four 9mm clips, a leather mini-skirt, four graffitis, two severed left legs, two
severed right legs, Char's severed upper torso, a female severed groin, Geist's severed upper
torso, a male severed groin, a can of spraypaint, and a defecation here.
Kasumi (OOC) and Kaitlyn (OOC) are sleeping here. Carnage (headsman) is sitting here. Ross is
walking through the valley of the shadow of death.
You can go out (o).
Note the severed limbs, and the defecation(this means shit).
For those of you who think track isn't kept:
A small LCD screen attached to a large computer bank.
USER VICTIM AMMO TOTAL SHOTS
Joule Carnage 12ga 2
Detailed records are also available.
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Carnage [to Teeka]: dont even think aboot it
Lewski begins shaking his head wildly and dancing all about, clutching his WAR MASK as it takes over his very soul!
Carnage [to Lewski]: dear god!! |
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