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Game 2 Outline |
Once again, the hail of bullets hurtles towards you. But this time, you don't feel it as much - it's almost soothing, the great "BANG", the gentle thud, the crimson splatter. You slowly advance upon the tuxedoed man, who looks slightly flustered, but still confident.
"USE THE HEAVY ARTILLERY WEAPONS!" he calls out. The men behind him, in front of him, around him - all of them exchange their machine guns for rocket launchers, great chainguns loaded with armour-piercing bullets - one man actually has an enormous rifle that looks VERY high-tech and shoots out a high frequency pitch. It's irritating, but it doesn't hurt.
You feel the explosions all around you... You feel the gentle, soothing heat... But even as this is going on, and the tuxedoed man grows steadily more flustered, the drum beat starts once more in your head. It feels as if your wolfish skull is full of tendrils... Tendrils taking hold of your brain and subjugating it to their will. And suddenly... Everything goes red.
When you awake, your fur is once more sleek and shiny - you must have amazing regenerative abilities. And the men around you - they're all dead. The frequency-pitch man appears to have been strangled by his own intestines. One man was turned inside out, another's head was ripped off and shoved down his torso. But the most disgusting is the tuxedoed man - you can sense you wounded him early on, to take him out of the running, and came back to him last. The wound is a large gash in his chest - but that isn't disgusting. What IS disgusting is his vital organs, laid out in front of him, in alphabetical order - all apart from his heart, which is splattered on the wall. His flesh is stripped, leaving muscle and bone, and his tongue is wrapped around his throat.
You feel repulsed.. But strangely pleased. And once again, the red haze settles in upon your brain, and as you black out and your body walks out, you realize the "tendrils" are slowly getting more control.
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