by jak111 on Fri Aug 03, 2012 9:03 pm
A red sun rises... wait, that's the wrong movie and this is in space. Too bad, he thought, for that would have been an excellent quote for what happened last night. He thought many things since the encounter with those blasted hunters, more death was not on his mind when he awoke this morning. He went to the Mess Hall to find he was the only one there. Spooky. This place was always crawling with people. Not even the cafeteria was open for some nice hot pizza, so he settled with something from the vending machine.
"Oh f*ck... they really need to replenish these vending machines", he sourly said aloud as he looked at his two choices. A week old scrambled egg sandwich, or the bagged biscuits. Looking at those biscuits he thought to himself, f*ck... I can see the blue mold turn green and then black if I continue to stare at that. He quickly put in his credits card and bought the sandwich. At least eggs wouldn't turn bad with a bit of mold he thought to himself and the bread doesn't look half bad. As he walked over to his usual table on the far left corner of the room, closer to the washrooms in case he needed to go throw up his breakfeast. He never quite reached his seat when he heard it. The loud scraping of metal against metal was hard to miss. It was coming from the Cafeteria. He took a quick bite from his sandwich before putting it onto the table as he slowly made his way to the Cafeteria door.
"W-Wh-Who's there?" He asked as if he'd get a reply.
"Uuggh..." Came a muffled groan from somewhere beyond the door.
The marine didn't have his sidearm on him, stupid of him to do after yesterday's encounter, he pushed the door open, gripping his tactical knife in its holster as he peered into the darkness of the cafeteria.
"Who's there?" He asked again, trying to pinpoint where the groan came from. The Cafeteria was a bit bigger than he remembered when he worked dishes here back in the day.
"Uggh, h-help... m.." Came the muffled groan again, it was coming from the back where the kitchen was located. The marine raised his knife from his holster as he pulled a flashlight out of the nearby cabinet to his right. They kept one here just in case of power failures. Flicking on the flashlight, he began to slowly trudge over to the back of the cafeteria. Flashing his light over the stove he saw dark thick red blood smearing the top. The counters themselves had blood slowly dripping off the sides and down onto the floor. The marine was about to get the f*ck out of there when he heard it again.
"O-over... h-her..." said the voice. It came from the door near the pantry. Blood trailed from the stove all the way to the pantry door. The marine moved his way over to the door, looking down just in time to see a hand grab onto his left ankle as he stepped into the room. He was about to stab the grabber when he saw a familiar face. That of petty officer first class, Jacob. This was a scene of horror. His belly was what appears to be cut open. His small intestine was wrapped around the meat grinder on the shelf above his head.
"W-who did this to you J-jacob?" The marine asked
"I-i-it... w-w-was... i-it w-was th..." and with that he let out a long low breath. His eyes were dull and blank now. The marine put his hand over his face and gently lowered his eyes with one sweep of his hand.
"Rest in peace dear friend" The marine said aloud to nobody but himself. Who could have done this he thought as he dropped his knife onto the floor. I gotta warn the crew...
Jacob, Town Paranoid Flood Survivor (Iron Butterfly) has been brutally murdered.
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A few minutes after everyone gathered in the Entertainment Hall, a marine burst through the door. He kept going on and on about how Jacob was found murdered and that his insides were all over the place. A few marines quickly subdued him and made him look upon what we had here. If he thought what he was saying was bad, he went silent once he looked upon the horrifying scene above him. Plastered all over the walls were the insides of another marine. However, this one was strung up like a sacrifice. His arms were nailed out on the rafters and his feet were nailed together to the beam below. If it weren't for the dog tags found below his body, people would have not known who he even was.
"A-a-a-a Spartan? Oh f*ck man... those guys are supposed to be invincible... this is not happening, this is not happening!" The marine who burst in started muttering, he was soon quieted as the men who subdued him placed their hands over his mouth.
The captain came down from the bridge shortly after, standing below the body. "We will find who did this marines, we will find who did this to our Spartan and we will not stop hunting him or her down until we find them and make them pay for what they've done here. That is all, get back to work marines, we have a long day ahead of us".
Spartan III Ray, Town Ineffective JOAT (Jonty125) Has been murdered.
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Camera 023
*Motion Detected*
***Recording***
A few dark figures are seen in a room. Many have their eyes on one another. However, one can be seen clearly. Vodean is seen rummaging in through another person's personal items. He takes time looking at everything, as if trying to figure something out about that person. There is one man in particular behind Vodean that the camera picks up. He seems to be coming in a bit too close for comfort although Vodean does not seem to notice what's going on as he's still busy looking through all the different personal items.
Another motion is detected and the camera goes black.
*Connection Lost*
**Attempting to Reestablish Connection**
*Connection Attempt Failed*
**Attempting to Find Source of Problem**
***Power has been cut, rebooting to emergency backup power***
***Recording***
No one is in the room anymore, they just vanished as quickly as they came in.
****Recording Ended, Save File?*****
Someone nearby clicks save and uploads the footage onto the Captains main screen on the bridge.
Day 2 Starts. With 20 alive it takes 11 to lynch. No deadline has been set yet. Hope you all liked this longer scene from the past 2.