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maskormenace2014-05-18 05:56 pm
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OK LISTEN UP!
[The video snaps to life showing an awkwardly angled and bumpy shot of Cu Chulainn's blood splattered face before a night's sky. After a moment it's clear he's holding up his communicator and moving. Very quickly.]
I don't know what's going on but you all need to watch yourselves!
[His head jerks to the side and he stops, staring for a moment off the screen with narrowed eyes. After a moment he continues moving but it's clear something's got him on edge.]
I knew it was too good to be true. A bright shiny new world and just for a moment, you'd think it'd nice to enjoy a bit of peace and quiet after the damned apocalypse!
[After a moment he slows, glances about and then stops. Seemingly satisfied he regards the camera with his full attention.]
It doesn't matter. But what does is that they're coming. Monster, kids. A whole bunch o'them. If you're hearing this get indoors. And should ya you come face to face with one of the buggers, or you're like me and looking for a fight, [A quick smirk makes a cameo.] keep your guard UP!
A few quick points for the types of creatures I've seen so far, for any of you budding slayers out there, reluctant or otherwise.
[He hold the camera out far enough to give a clear shot of his armored torso as he holds up his free hand.. Several of the plates bear slash marks and his blue tunic has been stained an odd shade of maroon. He begins counting off on his fingers.]
The undead: Often slow, stupid and weak as a normal human. But in number they can overwhelm. Keep moving, a light jog should do, and destroy their head of they'll keep coming.
Vampires: A higher, smarter form of undead. You all probably know these well, but you should keep in mind they aren't going to sparkle to give themselves away. They're crafty and quick and look human for the most part. Another one you gotta get the head, but if you can hit them in the heart it'll disable them. For a short time.
And finally werewolves, the worst of the bunch. Perfect killing machines. Fast, strong, cunning and they can smell ya from a mile away. If you come across one of these you've got only three options: First, overwhelming force is the only way to be sure to kill them. They regenerate any wounds unless, Second: You've got something silver and you know how to use it. Only thing besides fire that stops them from healing. Or, you run. Run fast and hope someone-
[WHAM! Out of nowhere a gray blur races across shot, slamming Cu in the side knocking the camera out of his hands. The scene rattles and rolls for a moment before coming to a stop on the brick wall of the side of an old fashion building. For a moment the audio is a bizarre cacophony of cursing and snarls, not all of which are inhuman. After what sounds like an intense thirty seconds a sharp yelp punctuates the audio before everything comes to a disturbing quiet.
Another brief pause before Cu comes crawling back into the shot, sporting a pair of fresh and bloodied gashes from his jaw to adams-apple and a glowing crimson spear clutched in his guantleted fist. But looking no less spirited.]
Ngh... Fucking Werewolves...
[The video snaps to life showing an awkwardly angled and bumpy shot of Cu Chulainn's blood splattered face before a night's sky. After a moment it's clear he's holding up his communicator and moving. Very quickly.]
I don't know what's going on but you all need to watch yourselves!
[His head jerks to the side and he stops, staring for a moment off the screen with narrowed eyes. After a moment he continues moving but it's clear something's got him on edge.]
I knew it was too good to be true. A bright shiny new world and just for a moment, you'd think it'd nice to enjoy a bit of peace and quiet after the damned apocalypse!
[After a moment he slows, glances about and then stops. Seemingly satisfied he regards the camera with his full attention.]
It doesn't matter. But what does is that they're coming. Monster, kids. A whole bunch o'them. If you're hearing this get indoors. And should ya you come face to face with one of the buggers, or you're like me and looking for a fight, [A quick smirk makes a cameo.] keep your guard UP!
A few quick points for the types of creatures I've seen so far, for any of you budding slayers out there, reluctant or otherwise.
[He hold the camera out far enough to give a clear shot of his armored torso as he holds up his free hand.. Several of the plates bear slash marks and his blue tunic has been stained an odd shade of maroon. He begins counting off on his fingers.]
The undead: Often slow, stupid and weak as a normal human. But in number they can overwhelm. Keep moving, a light jog should do, and destroy their head of they'll keep coming.
Vampires: A higher, smarter form of undead. You all probably know these well, but you should keep in mind they aren't going to sparkle to give themselves away. They're crafty and quick and look human for the most part. Another one you gotta get the head, but if you can hit them in the heart it'll disable them. For a short time.
And finally werewolves, the worst of the bunch. Perfect killing machines. Fast, strong, cunning and they can smell ya from a mile away. If you come across one of these you've got only three options: First, overwhelming force is the only way to be sure to kill them. They regenerate any wounds unless, Second: You've got something silver and you know how to use it. Only thing besides fire that stops them from healing. Or, you run. Run fast and hope someone-
[WHAM! Out of nowhere a gray blur races across shot, slamming Cu in the side knocking the camera out of his hands. The scene rattles and rolls for a moment before coming to a stop on the brick wall of the side of an old fashion building. For a moment the audio is a bizarre cacophony of cursing and snarls, not all of which are inhuman. After what sounds like an intense thirty seconds a sharp yelp punctuates the audio before everything comes to a disturbing quiet.
Another brief pause before Cu comes crawling back into the shot, sporting a pair of fresh and bloodied gashes from his jaw to adams-apple and a glowing crimson spear clutched in his guantleted fist. But looking no less spirited.]
Ngh... Fucking Werewolves...
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[He'll hold off mentioning just how great of a man he is for now.]
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