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Niezykła sesja Omegle
Czasami wieczorami siadam sobie na Omegle by pogadać z ludźmi z całego świata. Dziś pewna osoba naprosiła mnie na krótkie RPG typu horror. Oto jak to przebiegło:
Stranger: You'are walking alone in the woods at night. You swear you hear someone else breathing, but you just assume it's an animal. |
You continue walking, not sure if you're going the right way.
You hear a branch snap and it startles you.
“Just an animal…” you say to yourself out loud.
You start walking a little faster, thinking this ‘short-cut’ may have been a horrible mistake.
You feel lost.
“The road has to be up ahead.” You say to no one.
Then you hear a voice, soft but nearby, “There is no road here.”
You stop, quickly turning around and looking all around you.
“Who said that! Show yourself.”
The voice replies in an almost matter-of-fact tone, “Run.” You hear a laugh that sends chills down your spine and makes the hair on your neck stand up.
You start to run.
Suddenly, you run into what feels like a brick wall and fall to the ground.
You look up at what you’ve run into. Standing before you is a man. Normal looking, nothing remarkable. He’s wearing ordinary clothes and if not for the maniacal look on his face, would otherwise be fairly attractive.
He grins while looking down at you, “You’re trespassing in my woods… compensation is expected….” He reaches out his hand as if to help you up...
(What do you do next?)
You: I get up "sorry, I didn't know that woods belong so someone"
You: I was ready to run ones more
Stranger: He grabs your throat, caresses your ear with the blade of a knife.
"Perhaps I'll take this for compensation."
His grin grows wider.
You: I grab the blade. I was to going to give up. Now just put knife to his hand holding my throat. I do not care for my hand.
Just to get this man to let me go.
Stranger: He looks surprised.
His grin grows even wider.
"Perhaps I'll take a few fingers as well."
He turns the blade in your hand.
You: "FUCK!" I screams to distract him. Now with the other hand I was going for the eyes. God bless my long nails. I was still holding to the knife.. He may cut me, but i will not let him move the blade.
Stranger: His eyes roll back in his head, "Ahhh, the sweet sound of screaming."
He looks as though he's in ecstasy. His grip loosens on your throat, the pressure from the blade lessens.
He clenches his eyes shut to defend against your nails.
You: Now was time for action. My right leg swing up for his.... privet parts. If I got him he will go down. Then I can hit him in
the back or the back of the head. I was ready to rip knife form him. Oh, I was not some week girl form horror movie. I was a fighter.
Stranger: He goes down, you succeed in hitting him on the head. He falls face first in the dirt with a loud 'thud'.
You: I go for a knife. If this man was going to kill me I will to same to him. The place to aim was a neck and the his left side
of back. The place where the heart is. If is can't get a knife I will kick him in the head with all my might. It may break his neck.
Stranger: He holds fast to the knife, trying to pull himself up. Just as he lifts his head, you connect with the kick.
He's stronger than he looks, but goes down hard again.
"You little fucking WITCH!"
He rolls away from you, stunned.
You: I was ruing to him. "Is MISS witch for you!" I screamed. Now it all come back to me. The few year of karate. And where not to hit to not kill. This time I was going to kill. Celiac plexus, the middle of a chest. When brake down goes lungs, and few impotent blood vessel. One good kick with heel.
Stranger: He tries to stand, breathing hard...
"Nowhere to run, 'Miss witch'." he says, mockingly.
You: I step back. I took the position. One leg forward one back. Hands in the guard. Now I swing My leg to the side where he hold a knife. I was no Chuck Norris but still I was strong to break a bone. I was aiming for a arm with a knife. "Not run!" I screamed letting the air to enhance blow. "Fight"!
Stranger: The knife flies from his hand, you hear the sickening sound of breaking bone.
He goes down to one knee grasping his arm where you kicked him.
He looks up at you, eyes furious.
"I was only going to make your bleed, and scream... now, I'm going to kill you, slow and painful."
He again tries to stand, but the pain in his groin and arm make movement difficult, he staggers and falls to his knees again.
You: Now or never! I make a straight kick for a chin. If I do that it will give me time to go for a knife. Even if I was not going to use it I was going to hold it, not letting him get it. The kick my send him on his back or even kill him if I was lucky and his neck give in.
Stranger: Your kick connects with his chin, his head snaps to the side like he's a rag-doll... he goes down with a loud 'grunt', all of the air leaving his body as he hits the ground face first.
He lays there, moving slowly.
Clawing at the ground in front of him, still trying to get to you.
He turns his head and cries in pain."
"I think you broke my neck!"
He continues to move his head, his neck isn't broken, but he feels as though it is.
He stops clawing at the ground and tries to roll onto his back.
You: I run for a knife. Then I will get him. I will stay away form from his hands and go to his head. If I will turn on his back I will slit his throat and if still be on his stomach I will plug it on left side here the heart will be.
Stranger: He's unsuccessful at rolling onto his back, the pain in his neck is too great and having only one good hand he can't compensate for the pain.
He falls back to his face, knowing he's been beaten.
Hoping the 'little girl' he thought would be easy pray is just running into the woods.
"What the fuck?"
He says into the dirt.
You: I get a knife and plug it it to his back. Then I stared to pull. Between the ribs to lungs and to heart. Blade my be short and not get to the target. Then he will drown in their own blood. Right now I do not care. Just to kill this motherfucker. I will wait until he dies. Just in case I will cut he arteries at the side of a neck. Then just rip a part of my t-shirt and tie my injured hand. "Say >hi< form me to the Cthulhu" I said to the corpse. Now lest go home.
Stranger: He dies drowning in his blood, stays alive just long enough to think to himself...
"A fitting end, I've taken so many, made so many suffer, I should have suffered more... but now, the voices will be gone...."
He lay still... you've beaten him.
Gallifrey Falls No More!
Ostatnio edytowane przez Dragor : 23-03-2015 o 01:43.