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tampered2006-09-10 12:34 pm
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Log: Ongoing
When; mid-day, sept. 10th
Rating; R for excessive gore and horror
Characters; Pyramid Head, anyone who enjoys carnage.
Summary; Pyramid Head, feeling abandoned once more by Alessa, goes on a killing spree to prove his worth. He starts in the subway, and will work his way up until he meets resistance.
Log;
The man shook as he walked, his gait jerky and erratic as he approached the crowd on the subway platform. Were any to look at his eyes, they'd see only two pools of red. The man stopped at the edge of the crowd, then tilted his head back, and let out a tortured howl of pain. He then dug a scalpel out of his chest, and plunged into the crowd, slashing back and forth, coating the floor and ceiling in glorious sprays of red. The crowd surged forward, heading for the exit, when the now-familiar sound drifted down the tunnel. The air raid siren. Most of the city knew what it was by now, and horrified screams went up like cheers at a horse race. The crazed, scalpel-weilding man stopped, and jerked upright, his body trembling.
That's when the monster stepped from the shadows. The great knife was absent, but he was recognized all the same. One of the monstrous white hands was outstretched, the fingers moving... As he drew closer, his actions were clarified. He was holding the man's veins, manipulating him like a puppet. The monster's hand twitched slightly, and the man rammed the scalpel into his own forehead, and tumbled from the platform, trailing his veins behind him. The crowd was screaming, huddling in the corner. It was amusing, how they were paralysed with fear. It was all the same to him, however; they'd die either way. The monstrous hand reached into the squirming crowd, selecting a young woman, her makeup streaming down her face, and lifted her airborne by her hair. He dragged her out into the open, her pitiful pleas and screams echoing loudly through the tunnels. She screamed and screamed, right up to the point where he tore his hand into her flesh and gripped her spine. With a ferocious tug, he ripped her spine and skull cleanly from her flesh, letting the mangled corpse fall to the floor.
He now had a weapon.
Gripping the base of the spine, he waded into the crowd, slinging the grisly mace to and fro. How glorious! How proud she'd be! One man tried to scream as the skull's teeth took out one of his eyes. Another man could only gargle as the monster rammed the sharp end of the spine through his mouth and out the back of his neck.
Fifteen minutes later, the blood was trickling from the platform and onto the eletric rail lines, as the monster headed for the stairs.
Rating; R for excessive gore and horror
Characters; Pyramid Head, anyone who enjoys carnage.
Summary; Pyramid Head, feeling abandoned once more by Alessa, goes on a killing spree to prove his worth. He starts in the subway, and will work his way up until he meets resistance.
Log;
The man shook as he walked, his gait jerky and erratic as he approached the crowd on the subway platform. Were any to look at his eyes, they'd see only two pools of red. The man stopped at the edge of the crowd, then tilted his head back, and let out a tortured howl of pain. He then dug a scalpel out of his chest, and plunged into the crowd, slashing back and forth, coating the floor and ceiling in glorious sprays of red. The crowd surged forward, heading for the exit, when the now-familiar sound drifted down the tunnel. The air raid siren. Most of the city knew what it was by now, and horrified screams went up like cheers at a horse race. The crazed, scalpel-weilding man stopped, and jerked upright, his body trembling.
That's when the monster stepped from the shadows. The great knife was absent, but he was recognized all the same. One of the monstrous white hands was outstretched, the fingers moving... As he drew closer, his actions were clarified. He was holding the man's veins, manipulating him like a puppet. The monster's hand twitched slightly, and the man rammed the scalpel into his own forehead, and tumbled from the platform, trailing his veins behind him. The crowd was screaming, huddling in the corner. It was amusing, how they were paralysed with fear. It was all the same to him, however; they'd die either way. The monstrous hand reached into the squirming crowd, selecting a young woman, her makeup streaming down her face, and lifted her airborne by her hair. He dragged her out into the open, her pitiful pleas and screams echoing loudly through the tunnels. She screamed and screamed, right up to the point where he tore his hand into her flesh and gripped her spine. With a ferocious tug, he ripped her spine and skull cleanly from her flesh, letting the mangled corpse fall to the floor.
He now had a weapon.
Gripping the base of the spine, he waded into the crowd, slinging the grisly mace to and fro. How glorious! How proud she'd be! One man tried to scream as the skull's teeth took out one of his eyes. Another man could only gargle as the monster rammed the sharp end of the spine through his mouth and out the back of his neck.
Fifteen minutes later, the blood was trickling from the platform and onto the eletric rail lines, as the monster headed for the stairs.