Gather your shit and wait for Brandon
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| - | Having thoroughly emasculated the son of a bitch, you stand up | + | Having thoroughly emasculated the son of a bitch, you stand up mere moments after he leaves the room and gather your things to meet up with Brandon. You put on something a quarter decent, after cleaning off the blood and semen, and scurry around the room to collect things of use. You take two sets of clothes and stuff it in a backpack, while you pocket your switchblade and 50 dollars of rainy day money, with the other 100 to be used to buy essentials. |
| - | After collecting your stuff, you sneak | + | After collecting your stuff, you sneak downstairs to find your father is already passed out, surrounded by beer bottles. You’ve seen him out cold many times, but never this fast. You are shocked that most of them are unopened, until you realize that most of the open bottles are vodka. You’ve really destroyed that man’s pride and the thought gives you an evil smile. |
| - | You sneak over to your dad, | + | You sneak over to your dad, then stop when you see he doesn’t have pants on and therefore has no pockets to pick. You see his wallet on the counter and swipe it while he’s not looking, taking everything of value except his driver’s license. With that, you leave him a note saying “Fuck you!” and head out to buy what you might need and don’t have. |
| - | Your powers mean your host is healing at a faster than normal rate but you still look like you’ve taken quite a beating within the past few days. You get plenty of concerned questions, which end as soon as you shoot the asker a menacing glare of “Talk to me, and I rip your fucking hand off!” You use your 100 dollars to buy food, water, and birth control: you may discard those at a later date, but you might as well for Brandon’s sake. | + | Your powers mean your host is healing at a faster-than-normal rate but you still look like you’ve taken quite a beating within the past few days. You get plenty of concerned questions, which end as soon as you shoot the asker a menacing glare of “Talk to me, and I rip your fucking hand off!” You use your 100 dollars to buy food, water, and birth control: you may discard those at a later date, but you might as well for Brandon’s sake. |
| - | With everything you need, you head out to the rendezvous to wait for Brandon. You sit under the shade of the ancient cedar tree, with the names of countless loved ones carved into its trunk, and rest while you heal your injuries, leaving only bruises behind. While this is going on, howver, you | + | With everything you need, you head out to the rendezvous to wait for Brandon. You sit under the shade of the ancient cedar tree, with the names of countless loved ones carved into its trunk, and rest while you heal your injuries, leaving only bruises behind. While this is going on, howver, you swear you can feel some odd presence about the tree. |
*[[Ignore it and continue waiting]] | *[[Ignore it and continue waiting]] | ||
*[[Investigate the strange presence]] | *[[Investigate the strange presence]] | ||
| - | *[[Get out of | + | *[[Get out of there, quickly]] |
{{RampageTemplate|who=[[Emily Lamb|8th Grade Emo Girl]]}} | {{RampageTemplate|who=[[Emily Lamb|8th Grade Emo Girl]]}} | ||
[[Category:Rampage]] | [[Category:Rampage]] | ||
Revision as of 11:25, 29 May 2019
Having thoroughly emasculated the son of a bitch, you stand up mere moments after he leaves the room and gather your things to meet up with Brandon. You put on something a quarter decent, after cleaning off the blood and semen, and scurry around the room to collect things of use. You take two sets of clothes and stuff it in a backpack, while you pocket your switchblade and 50 dollars of rainy day money, with the other 100 to be used to buy essentials.
After collecting your stuff, you sneak downstairs to find your father is already passed out, surrounded by beer bottles. You’ve seen him out cold many times, but never this fast. You are shocked that most of them are unopened, until you realize that most of the open bottles are vodka. You’ve really destroyed that man’s pride and the thought gives you an evil smile.
You sneak over to your dad, then stop when you see he doesn’t have pants on and therefore has no pockets to pick. You see his wallet on the counter and swipe it while he’s not looking, taking everything of value except his driver’s license. With that, you leave him a note saying “Fuck you!” and head out to buy what you might need and don’t have.
Your powers mean your host is healing at a faster-than-normal rate but you still look like you’ve taken quite a beating within the past few days. You get plenty of concerned questions, which end as soon as you shoot the asker a menacing glare of “Talk to me, and I rip your fucking hand off!” You use your 100 dollars to buy food, water, and birth control: you may discard those at a later date, but you might as well for Brandon’s sake.
With everything you need, you head out to the rendezvous to wait for Brandon. You sit under the shade of the ancient cedar tree, with the names of countless loved ones carved into its trunk, and rest while you heal your injuries, leaving only bruises behind. While this is going on, howver, you swear you can feel some odd presence about the tree.
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| 8th Grade Emo Girl |
