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rhysie-cakes314 · 6 years ago

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Day 18- Cryptid

This chapter makes a reference to the chapter "Revenge."

I love Tony and Clint together. I think their banter is hilarious, and my running headcanon that they are hyper-competitive and prank each other keeps me going sometimes. So, I decided they needed some alone time. Also 'Tony Talks' are now a part of my avengers family. Take that as you will.

Warnings for vague discussion of alcohol abuse, and mentions of child abuse.

Summary:

Phil Coulson had never seen two grown men this into a debate about Bigfoot. That's right, Bigfoot. He watched from his perch in the corner of the room while Tony and Clint argued back and forth about the existence of the furry beast. They were both drunk, and somewhere between giggly and screaming. Phil wasn't sure he even needed to watch movies anymore when he had entertainment like this right at home.

The story of how Tony and Clint went camping, just to try and find Bigfoot, and came back a little closer.

“There is no way in Hell that he exists and I haven’t seen him,” Clint insisted. “I’ve been all over North America and hunted in every forest. If Bigfoot was real, I would have seen him, and probably shot him. I’m Hawkeye for god’s sake!”

Tony clicked on another blurry video of the supposed cryptid. “You of all people, Clint,” he shook his head. “I thought if anyone would be a believer-”

“Me!? I can’t believe you of all people think he could exist! You’re the genius scientist! Why would there be one singular example of a species that has lived all this time, never been caught, or even caught in a clear picture? With modern cameras? You basically have to try to make a picture or video with that bad of quality,” the archer gestured wildly at the screen, spilling some of his drink.

Tony jumped to his feet and staggered over to the bar. He was pouring more liquor. This had been his first night off in weeks, and damn, he had needed this. The glass slid away from him as he recorked the bourbon. Tony stared at the spot it had been, confused. Tilting his head and reaching forward to investigate, he suddenly noticed the figure in his periphery he somehow hadn’t noticed. Maybe he should stop.

Phil watched the debacle, amused. It took the genius and embarrassingly long amount of time to notice him sitting there at the bar. “I think you’ve had enough,” he commented, and Tony was looking at him blankly. Then it all must have clicked into place, because Tony was laughing and slapping Phil’s shoulder.

“Whatever you say, Agent no-fun, I’m a-okay!” Tony spun on his heel, making to head back towards the couch where Clint was engrossed in yet another video. The two had somehow ended up on the topic of Bigfoot towards the end of movie night, and had been arguing about it since. The world spun just a bit further than he expected, and Tony stumbled, landing half standing, half in Phil’s arms against his lap. He looked up and met the agent’s gaze and winked. “You come here often?” he dropped his voice down to a sultry tone.

Taking everything in stride as usual, Phil just raised an eyebrow, looking down at his inebriated friend. Tony saw the way his lips twitched, though, and he grinned, victorious. An almost smile! That was basically the equivalent of a guffaw from Phil Coulson.

“Hey! Get off my man!” Clint called from the couch. That seemed to remind Tony of their debate. He pushed off Phil, flirtation forgotten, and jumped onto the couch, sticking his socks in Clint’s face. The squawk he let it out was totally worth the ensuing wrestling match that ended up with Tony pinned on the ground.

“Uncle!” Clint let up and Tony rolled over, deciding the floor was fine anyway. “Seriously, though, we’ve been to the Savage Lands! We’ve met monsters galore, plus he could just be a mutant, only one explained. Boom.” He threw up a fist in victory.

“You’re cracked. Oh, Steve!” Clint noticed the man enter the room first. Everyone besides the three of them had left the room a long time ago, and Steve was in pajamas now. “Tell your boy-toy that Bigfoot is a myth.”

Steve and Phil shared amused expressions across the room. It was nice to see Tony unwinding, though why he was on the floor was a mystery. The brunette propped himself up on his elbows, waiting expectantly for Steve’s input. “Well…”

“Keep in mind that I can withhold sex,” Tony interrupted.

“That’s not fair!”

Steve chuckled. “As if you could resist me, Tony. I’d have to say I think he might be real. Buck had a cousin who definitely saw him once.”

“A friend of a friend? How cliché,” Clint scoffed over Tony’s loud ‘ha!’

“You know what? I’m gonna prove it.” Tony sat up, pointing an accusatory finger at his adversary. “You, me, we’re going camping for the weekend. JARVIS, calculate which forest will be most likely to have Bigfoot.”

“Of course, Sir.”

Steve reached out a hand until Tony took it to stand up. “Come on, Tony, you hate camping. Remember the spider-bite?” That had been a terrible adventure.

“I hate allowing Clint to think he’s won more,” he replied very seriously. “Plus this time we’ll actually have a way to call for help if we need it.”

“According to the most believable sightings and the climates which would best suit the creature in October, I suggest you camp in Sierra National Forest of California.” JARVIS said.

“Wait, don’t I get a say in this?” Clint asked. Tony crossed his arms with a smirk, knowing Clint wasn’t going to pass up the chance to embarrass Tony with a bet. “Okay, you’re right. You’re on, winner gets to choose loser’s songs for the next karaoke night.”

“Perfect. We’ll leave tomorrow and come back on Monday.” Steve crossed his arms, pursing his lips in annoyance until Tony added, “As long as Cap’s alright with it, that is.”

“Fine,” he sighed. “But don’t forget how cold it is at night this time of year.”

Tony rolled his eyes. “Yeah, mom.”

…

One of Tony’s jets was parked outside the western edge of the forest. Grabbing their packs, Tony and Clint began their hike to find a good campsite near coordinates JARVIS gave them where they were most likely to encounter Bigfoot. “How are we going to entertain ourselves for three days?” Clint asked, mostly thinking aloud as they walked.

Tony thought about that, realizing he had never spent this much time with just Clint before. What if they got sick of each other? What did Clint like to do? Tony assumed he probably enjoyed shooting things, knew he enjoyed video games but that wasn’t really possible out here… “Good question. We could play games or something, maybe you could teach me to shoot with a bow.”

The way the archer’s head whipped around with a wide grin was a little scary. “You’d really want to learn? I could show you so many tricks!”

Tony held up his hands, “Whoa there, Robin Hood, don’t get ahead of yourself. I’ve never even shot a regular target with your primitive weaponry.”

Clint got that mischievous glint to his eyes that Tony had learned to be wary of. “You’ll regret calling my weaponry primitive by the end of this weekend, mark my words.”

Tony smirked. “I doubt it. I was a weapons designer, remember? A handgun seems a bit primitive to me.”

The archer raised both eyebrows in disbelief, the hint of laughter there. “We’ll see.” He turned as they continued walking and scanning for a good spot to set up camp. “Anyway, I’d actually enjoy teaching you to shoot, I think. Nobody is ever really interested in it.”

“Yeah, it could be fun,” Tony replied warmly. “I like learning new skills.” They came upon a small clearing that seemed as good a spot as any and wordlessly agreed to set up camp. That finished, Clint’s stomach decided it was the perfect time to rumble. “Let’s save the lessons for later though, you sound hungry. You hunt I’ll make a fire?”

“Sounds good to me. I bet I can have an animal ready to be cooked before you finish setting up the fire,” Clint prodded, wiggling his eyebrows. It was a stupid look.

“Oh, you’re on.” They both took off in opposite directions in a rush, Clint with his bow, and Tony to gather wood. Clint may be a perfect shot, but he was crazy if he thought he’d win this one. He had to find an animal, kill it, lug it back, skin it, and butcher it. All Tony had to do was gather wood, use some rocks to border a pit, and get some tinder. It’d be a piece of cake.

The last log of Tony’s little log cabin pyramid set up he had going and stepped back to admire his work. If Tony Stark was going to build a fire, it was going to be the best fire you’ve ever seen. He wondered idly if the two of them were capable of not competing. Looking back, everything they did tended to take on at least a slightly competitive quality. The curiosity as to why, now that he’d noticed it, was going to eat him up until he figured it out. Maybe Clint would have a good idea about it.

The tinder on top of the base, surrounded by the other logs above and beside, was not lighting the way it should. Clint had already dragged back a mule deer and was nearly finished skinning the giant buck, and Tony’s perfect setup wouldn’t light. He had read plenty on camping, used to do it with JARVIS even, Tony knew how to start a fire, damnit. The problem was that everything was damp. He hadn’t noticed it on the hike here, but it must’ve rained recently. That damn hawkeyed archer had probably noticed it and that’s why he was so confident in the bet. Tony narrowed his eyes in concentration, Clint was forgetting that he was a genius. He’d solve this.

“Having trouble over there?” Clint asked smugly.

“No, you?” Tony shot back.

“Nope! Almost finished.”

“Good for you,” Tony muttered. Remembering an accident that happened once in the lab, he suddenly had an idea. The flurry of movement caught Clint off guard, and he watched with interest as Tony pulled out his cell phone and quickly disassembled it, holding up the battery in triumph. “You lose, Barton!” Clint gaped in a mixture of awe and horror as Tony reached up his shirt and pulled out the arc reactor. Tony’s face only showed a small twitch that indicated Tony feeling a thing. Tony took the wire that connected the reactor to the electromagnet, and touched it to the uncovered metal of his phone’s lithium ion battery. The resulting sparks were numerous, and hotter than what someone can get with banging rocks together or twirling sticks by hand. Despite the dampness, the kindling burst into flame, and the fire continued to burn steadily after that. Tony yanked his hands back, only catching a few sparks on his skin. “Agh! Youch, that’s hot.” He hissed. Sitting back from his crouch and recasing the reactor, Tony met Clint’s stare with a satisfied grin.

Tony Stark was a madman. Clint couldn’t believe he was only just now finding out. They had lived together and worked together for years, but he had never imagined how mad the genius was. “What the actual fuck?” he blurted out.

Not the reaction he had been expecting, Tony studied Clint’s horrified expression. “What do you mean?” He gestured to the fire he had created with his genius, “Fire lit, I win.”

“You took out the thing that keeps you alive and destroyed your cell phone just to win a stupid contest against me!?” Clint’s voice rose a few octaves. He was kind of feeling off-kilter. Maybe going to the woods alone with a mad-scientist wasn’t a great idea. At least for his mental health.

Somehow, Tony looked even more confused. “It’s not like I die if it’s only out for a few seconds, chill. Plus I’m a billionaire, maybe trillionaire I don’t remember, Pepper would know, but the point is I can replace my phone battery no problem. You’re just salty I won.” Tony crossed his arms with a smugness the situation surely did not warrant. “C’mon, get the food finished, I’m hungry.”

The archer shook his head in disbelief, returning to his work. When Tony put it that way, it seemed almost logical, but Tony always managed to make crazy things sound logical. The man had burned himself with sparks from a device he needed to live like the risk was a non-factor. He was bringing this up next time Cap or Phil tried to harass him for being reckless. Tony made him look like the most cautious man alive. He decided to put the image of Tony pulling out the reactor out of his head. It was playing over and over in his mind, and Clint wouldn’t have thought he’d be so affected by a simple action like that, but to him it had looked akin to someone stabbing themselves or something. And that was his friend, his family member. All of the Avengers probably subconsciously equated the blue light in Tony’s chest with him being alive.

By the time they were done eating and packing away the leftovers in bear-proof, freshness-preserving containers of Tony’s design for dinner, it was somewhere in the late afternoon. “So,” Clint ventured. “How are we going to find your mythical creature?”

“Possibly mythical,” Tony corrected automatically. “I thought about the spread of sightings and decided that Bigfoot is most likely a species and not just one creature, but it probably doesn’t live in packs, given that no one has ever seen multiple together.”

Clint rolled his eyes. He couldn’t believe Tony believed this stuff. “Or that I’ve never seen any,” he muttered.

“Hush. You asked for the plan. Anyway, I think we can stay within this one general area, because each Bigfoot probably stays within their territory that they mark, probably with urine. It’d be much harder to find one in three days if we were going on the assumption of only one in the entirety of this forest. JARVIS and I agree that the species is probably nocturnal, so I thought you and I could take shifts at night a little ways away to see if we can spot him, since he probably wouldn’t approach the campsite.” Tony rummaged around in the tent behind him, pulling out his bag. “I brought us night-vision goggles!” he held them up in excitement.

Clint snatched one, examining it closely. “You thought this through more than I expected,” he admitted finally.

“Well duh, I think everything through,” Tony scoffed. Given the myriad of instances Clint could cite where that was clearly not the case, he decided it was a pointless debate. He would never win it without one of the others to back him up.

“We’ve got lots of daylight left, then, wanna learn to shoot?”

Tony shrugged. “Sure, why not.”

They practiced for hours. Tony was surprisingly promising for a novice, but he struggled to hold the arrow back without shaking, which made aim difficult. “I’m trying to be still, but it’s so hard to pull back!” he whined. Clint laughed but with no malice. He could still remember what building up the muscles for this was like, and Tony probably never needed to use his trapezius, deltoid, and triceps with his fighting style. The man was lean and strong, had to be to pilot the suit, but his upper back was not his strong suit. “I’m going to be so sore tomorrow,” Tony sighed, letting loose another shaky arrow.

“You’re a natural though,” Clint encouraged. Tony scowled like he didn’t believe it. “What, would I be the one to lie to make you feel better?”

“You’ve got a point, bird-brain.” They got dinner and decided Clint would take the first shift of the night, since Tony’s body was more worn out from their archery lessons. Clint decided to talk Tony into something more relaxing tomorrow.

…

The night had been uneventful and boring as hell. Clint nearly fell asleep on his branch a couple times purely out of boredom. Tony reported a similar experience, but was still confident in his endeavor to prove the existence to Clint. Plus, the weekend was going to be a success for him either way.

“We should go swimming today,” Clint decided halfway through their late morning meal. It was nice to have no schedule to keep, and he was actually shocked that Tony had come up with the idea given this was usually his crazy work month. Whatever was motivating the change, Clint enjoyed a less manic Tony. The genius could get too high strung.

Tony spluttered a little, coughing before drinking some more to calm down. Clint hadn’t even noticed that he was drinking from a flask, and not his water bottle. He frowned. “Perhaps not,” Tony finally managed. When no further explanation came, Clint pressed it.

“Why?”

“Because I don’t want to,” Tony snapped. He looked surprised himself at the harsh reaction. “Sorry, I just, I don’t like swimming.” The discomfort was obvious.

This wasn’t their thing, Tony and Clint didn’t talk feelings, they goofed around and teased each other. Everyone on the team had had at least one of their ‘Tony Talks’ as they had been deemed, everyone except Clint. Clint heard about them only in hearsay, but a Tony Talk was apparently always eye-opening for both parties. Tony kept things close to his chest for the most part, Clint did too, so whenever a Tony Talk did happen, whether it was because the two people got really drunk, or because a duo mission got unexpectedly serious and adrenaline pushed truths out of the closet, it was a big deal.

Clint never took it personally, their relationship was fine as it was. Friendly rivalry and casual fun defined most of it, but they both knew they’d do anything for each other. And if he was being honest with himself, he wasn’t sure he wanted a Tony Talk. There’s no way he would escape without revealing himself as well, and there was a reason only Nat and Phil really knew him. Giving people your trust was a very dangerous game. Whenever he thought about trying to be more open, Barney’s face haunted his dreams to remind him that even your brother can turn on you.

But Tony and he were gonna be here all weekend. Maybe this was finally the time to let their relationship grow, even if only a little. Plus, Tony had chosen to take a break in his busy schedule to go on a trip with him. There had to be something more to that than just Bigfoot, right? Tony hated camping. He felt like he owed it to the genius a little to try to be there, not just shrug off the man’s discomfort.

“Do you want to talk about it?” he asked quietly. Tony looked over, surprised, then quickly averted his eyes.

“I mean, it’s not a big deal,” he muttered.

And Clint could leave it at that. But this was so uncharacteristic of Tony. He was usually all bravado and deflection, this seemed unsure. The man who practically lead the Avengers as much as Cap made it clear when you weren’t allowed to broach a subject. This was only a half-hearted deflection; Clint took the leap that he wanted it pushed.

“Tony, look at me.” Tony looked like it pained him to do so, but he also looked grateful when he saw that Clint was taking this seriously. “It clearly is something, and you need to know you can tell me anything. I know we fool around a lot, but I would never make fun of you for anything real. You know that, right?”

Tony nodded. He bit his lip, unsure. “I know, it just always sounds stupid when I say it out loud.” He shifted into a more comfortable decision. “I don’t like it when people see my chest,” he admitted with a blush.

That… was not at all where Clint had thought this was going. He kind of thought they were going to get into a PTSD talk about the torture in Afghanistan, which Tony’s file was vague on but Clint knew it involved semi-drowning. The bastards hadn’t even waterboarded Tony, no, they literally held him down in barrels. The risk of actually drowning was real. But no, now that he thought about it, Clint had never seen Tony shirtless. He’d seen pictures of course, anyone with the internet could, but they were all from before the arc reactor. Clint wondered if all the women Tony had still had one night stands with after had seen him, or if he’d just kept his shirt on during sex. “I don’t have any glowing parts, but I’ll show you my scars if you show me yours?” he tried to keep it light, let Tony know it was okay if he didn’t want to, but toe the line so the man didn’t think he was being mocked.

Tony studied his friend’s face. And they were friends, he knew that, but he also knew that he and Clint had never really talked about serious stuff. There was sort of an unspoken agreement that if one of them came to the other upset, it was to escape talking about it, to escape everything and just get drunk and be stupid. This was new territory, but Clint didn’t show any hint of this being a game. “You first.” he eventually broke the yawning silence between them.

Clint didn’t say anything, just took off his t-shirt and placed it in his lap. He had never been self-conscious about his body before, but being studied made him feel a little like squirming.

“Tell me what they’re from, please,” Tony said quietly. It was so strangely intimate, but it also didn’t feel weird like it should. This was his drinking buddy, but also the guy who had to have his back on the battlefield. If he could let Tony hold his life in his hands, which he definitely has before, then he can talk about scars.

So he did. “This one here was from my dad, where the belt buckle caught me just right,” Tony just nodded, face blank. “Um, this one was me getting caught on a barbed wire fence while robbing a mansion, that was in my Circus of Crime days. These two are both stab wounds from pocket knives in different bar fights. The one over here is from Barney.” Clint swallowed. Tony gave him a small smile; it said ‘I understand.’ “And this one was a sniper shot in Budapest. I can’t really remember the smaller ones.” He shrugged. There were so many scars over the years, it wasn’t really possible to keep track.

Tony scrubbed his hands over his face, looking his age for once. It was easy to forget that he was older than most of them, well, older than all the naturally aging people. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked you to do that, this is so weird, I’m being stupid.”

“No, you’re not,” Clint cut him off. “And it’s okay. Sometimes things have to be a little weird to feel safe. We’re family. If talking about scars makes you feel okay about yours, then I have no problems with it.”

Tony looked so lost for a moment, eyes glassy, but he blinked and he was fine. Clint could almost believe he had imagined it if Tony didn’t take a long drag from the flask he brought. “Right. Yeah. Um,” he paused, “oh fuck it.” He pulled off his t-shirt and it all made a little more sense.

Sure, Clint had a lot of scars, like anyone in the hero business that didn’t have special healing factors, but Tony’s scars weren’t normal. The skin around the arc reactor was all scar tissue, jagged and pink, with longer scars here and there jutting out like hands on a clock. It had never really occurred to Clint before just how much of Tony’s chest must be missing. A lot of the sternum was probably gone, which meant the ribs there were probably a little more free floating than they should be. That or wedged against the metal. There’s no way his heart and lungs weren’t being pushed out of the way by it, misplaced. He knew how big the reactor was, how had he never thought about this?

The rest of Tony’s obvious scars were ones Clint knew about, things that had happened since the Avengers Initiative began.There were other smaller ones, but they might as well be invisible next to the chest piece. Clint realized he had been staring, and looked up to see Tony watching him nervously. “I don’t really need to tell you what they’re from, do I?” he asked, sarcastic smile plastered on his face in an attempt to hide the fear. This is when Tony always expected people to run screaming.

Clint allowed his own lips to form a lopsided smile. “No, I suppose you don’t. Thank you, for trusting me.”

Tony gave a jerky nod. “Let’s just get it out of the way, because I know you’re thinking about it. Ask whatever questions you want then we can go swimming and stop being mushy.”

The bluntness surprised a laugh out of Clint. “That’s fair, I am curious. Does it affect your breathing?”

“My lung capacity is diminished by about 40%, a little more on my left than on the right since my heart’s being shoved over that way.”

“Do you feel it?”

“Everyday. I forget about it sometimes, but it’s still that cold, hard, knot in my chest making it harder to breathe. It took a long time to get used to.”

“Does the casing ever burn you?”

Tony actually chuckled, and it seemed like this was getting easier. “Well I can’t go suntanning anymore. Actually, the bigger problem is in the cold, the metal gets colder quicker, and it kind of saps the heat away from its surrounding. So I get hypothermia a lot easier. I think the scar tissue is the only reason I haven’t gotten frostbite from it.”

“I can’t believe you built that in a cave,” Clint admitted. It was probably the one thing that had always impressed him the most about Tony.

“It’s not like I wasn’t surrounded by tech to scavenge from,” Tony shrugged it off. “They gave me whatever I asked for, thought I was building a bomb.”

“Just take the compliment, shellhead. Let’s go swimming.”

…

Somehow a relaxing swim in the stream turned into another contest. Tony decided that they should race. When that ended predictably (hadn’t they just talked about Tony’s lack of lung capacity?) Tony suggested they see who can catch a fish with their bare hands first. Clint almost felt bad when he won that too, the way Tony slumped in defeat for a moment, but it was quickly shrugged off. Overall they had a good time.

They decided to stick with the same schedule for watch that night. Tony was confident that this was the night. Bigfoot was gonna show. Clint nestled into another tree with his night-vision goggles on, bow on his back. He scanned the forest, seeing the occasional fox and hearing some coyotes in the distance. The wind chill was worse up in the trees, so he hugged his arms around himself to keep warm. It seemed a little unbelievable if he let himself think to hard about the fact that he was sitting in a tree in California in the middle of the night all because Thor had asked about the ‘Midgardian Bigfoot’ he had heard about on the ‘internets.’

Tony was ready. It hadn’t been part of the plan to have a heart to heart that day, but it definitely worked in his favor. Clint’s guard was down more than usual. He seemed slightly less hypervigilant than usual around Tony, and it had to be a subconscious trust thing. Granted, slightly less hypervigilant from the great Hawkeye still meant very hypervigilant, but this was Tony’s best chance for revenge. Tony was going to break Clint’s winning streak in their scream contest this year if it killed him. Well, not literally. Probably.

Natasha had been helping him learn to sneak better. He was already naturally light on his feet, plus he had the advantage of being light, but no one was better suited to sneaking than Black widow. Tony liked to think he had gotten pretty good. The tent made no sound as he exited, and he carefully avoided every leaf or twig as he approached the tree Clint was in. He looked up, studying his best chance, calculating lengths from one branch to another compared to his arm’s reach, as well as which branches could most likely hold his weight. Plan mapped out, he silently began the climb up the tree behind Clint’s. The archer wasn’t even scanning in the direction of the tent since they assumed that’s not where Bigfoot would be.

The slight rustle in the leaves above Clint only happened during a breeze, so he thought nothing of it. Just once, he heard a sudden rustling noise, but when he looked up, a bird was flying away into the night. There was no reason to expect anyone out here. It was an impromptu trip. So when the branch just behind him made a cracking noise, he moved on instinct, decades of training taking over in an instant.

Of course the last fucking branch was Tony’s only miscalculation. It must have already been structurally compromised on the underside, because it was definitely big enough to hold his weight with no sound this close to the tree trunk. The cracking sound gave him away, so it was now or never. “Boo!” he yelled as loud as possible just as Clint screamed and suddenly he was falling backward.

The archer watched helplessly while Tony fell to the ground below, the thump of his body landing in dead leaves and rolling a little making him wince. How had he thought sneaking up on a trained SHIELD agent was a good plan? Clint had efficiently flipped the assailant over, knocking each hand roughly to disarm him in case, and let go to watch them fall. There was no way he could’ve known it was Tony until it was too late. Everything had happened so fast, plus with the night vision goggles on, Tony looked kind of like a blurry bright blob, details like his goatee disappearing in the resolution of the lenses. Clint took the goggles off and strapped them to his belt, quickly climbing down after Tony. His natural night vision was better anyway.

“Tony! Oh my god, please be alive.”

Tony was still lying on the ground, but Clint could see he was moving as he neared the bottom. He groaned. “I win!” he taunted, raising his head to look at Clint before dropping it back to the ground. “Ow.”

Clint knelt down beside him, doing a cursory once over. “You are not seriously talking about the damn scream contest right now, are you?” This solidified Clint’s theory from the day before. Tony was an actual mad man.

“But I finally beat you,” Tony actually whined. Clint kind of wanted to slap him.

“Where are you hurt?” he asked instead.

Tony went to sit up, hissing when he moved his left arm. Clint let him use his shoulder to grip with the uninjured arm and helped the man sit up. “Not sure.” Tony wiggled different parts of his body, occasional hisses and yelps. “Definitely left shoulder and arm, right ankle, and possibly a couple ribs. I must’ve done something to my ankle on the branch when you ninja-flipped me, and landed on my left side, although better than my neck I suppose,” he added as an afterthought.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Clint let his anger out, now that he knew Tony wasn’t dying or something. “You know I’m a trained combatant, that sneaking up on me in the dark, in a tree no less, is a terrible idea! Probably the stupidest thing you’ve ever done, and honestly? I thought you were supposed to be a genius and I let it go when you pulled out your reactor just to start a fire faster but seriously, what is wrong with you!?”

Tony was staring at him petulantly, and Clint was reminded of a toddler in trouble. “Can I answer now or do you need to let off more steam?” he had the gall to be sarcastic and raise an unimpressed eyebrow at Clint. He was so tempted to punch the man in the nose and honestly? He’d probably do it if Steve wouldn’t kill him for it.

“That’s it, I’m leaving you here on your own. You can figure out how to hop on one leg back to camp because I can’t handle you right now.” He stood up and began to walk away.

He couldn’t actually be walking away, right? He was joking, he had to be. “Wait! No, I’ll shut up just help me get to the tent at least.”

Clint closed his eyes and counted to ten. How Steve dealt with this all the time was a mystery for the ages. He walked back and silently helped the smaller man up, to lean on him. Tony kept his mouth shut, limping back to camp, where Clint unceremoniously dropped him outside the tent. The fire was still slightly burning embers, so he scooted over, shivering. Clint watched him curl up, one arm cradled awkwardly to his chest, the other wrapped around his knees, and his injured ankle gingerly placed on the ground while he just stared into the glowing embers with a thousand-yard-stare.

The sight made Tony look so small. The anger bled out of Clint, leaving behind exhaustion and pity. He sighed, setting about to rekindle the flames. When he settled down on the other side of the fire, Tony still hadn’t looked away from the flames. “Look,” Clint said tiredly, but Tony didn’t react. “I’m sorry I flew off the handle,” he tried.

Tony shook his head slightly, almost imperceptible. His lips barely moved as he murmured, “Don’t apologize, I deserved it.”

This was going nowhere. He was clearly in one of his Stark-patented sulks. “I guess we’ll leave in the morning?” Tony made a movement that might have been a one armed shrug, but it was hard to tell. Clint thought he caught a mumbled ‘yeah, whatever’ but his hearing aids could only do so much. “Tony, please, talk to me.”

His eyes slid up, meeting Clint’s, but he otherwise remained unmoved. “What.”

God, it was like pulling teeth. Clint growled in frustration, tugging at his hair for a moment. “Can you just, I don’t know, explain it to me?”

“Explain what? I’m really not sure why you’re mad at me,” Tony finally reacted, shifting to face Clint more fully. He looked stricken. “I thought we were having a fun weekend, and then I find out you’ve been, I don’t know, sitting on something about the arc reactor instead of just telling me you were upset, and I don’t know what to think! I can get it if you hate me, it would make sense, but this up and down where one minute you’re telling me about your scars so I’ll feel better and the next you’re yelling at me like a child, I just don’t know what you want.”

The sudden, overwhelming desire to laugh took hold of Clint for a moment, but he thankfully stifled it. There’s no way Tony would take that well. “I’m not really sure how we got to this point either, to be honest. I think,” but Tony stopped him with a finger in a ‘wait a minute’ gesture.

“If we’re about to really get into this, I need to get comfortable,” he started trying to scoot himself over toward the tent with one leg, on his butt, and only the opposite arm to balance. It was stupid. Clint jumped up and was over to the tent in minutes.

“For god’s sake, Tony, just ask me to get something for you.”

“Fine.” And he didn’t need to look so offended at being helped. “Can you grab me my hoodie jacket with the flask?”

Clint watched Tony take a long drag of his liquor while he settled himself back on the ground. Tony motioned with his hand for Clint to continue from before, placing the hoodie on his lap like a blanket. “Okay, that for one. Why do you have a flask this weekend? Do you always have one?”

Tony stared at the container in his hand. “Old habits, I guess. My dear old dad gave me my first one when I was a kid. Always having it with me kind of made me feel like we had something in common.” The bitterness laced through his words. It did give them something in common, Tony knew it. He probably drank too much. But he never piloted the armour drunk, didn’t put others at risk, and that was good enough for him.

“Scratch that, that’s a can of worms we can save for another time.” Tony grimaced but said nothing. “I think there’s been some undercurrent to our interactions lately that I’m not sure what it is, but there’s a tension. Like none of our games are just games anymore, maybe.”

Tony thought about that. “You might be onto something. I admit I’ve been even more averse to losing than usual.”

“I’ll take some of the blame for that, too.” Clint admitted. “I compete with everyone, but I definitely feel more invested when it’s you.”

Tony nodded, like that rang true for him as well. “You’re my only competition,” he said.

That stopped Clint’s line of thought short. “What? Why?”

Tony unscrewed the flask, thought better of it, and screwed it shut again. “Well think about it. Out of the official team, Coulson not included because he helps more in the background, you’re the only other normal human. You and I don’t have anything but our natural skills and tech.”

A lot of little things began to click into place for Clint. “This is about belonging on the Avengers, isn’t it,” it wasn’t a question. Tony nodded, expression twisted in a self-deprecating smile. “I can relate to that. We both have to work harder to keep up with the others. I always thought that’s why we worked so well together, we have to hold each other up to the standards of all the powered ups. I don’t want it to be a competition where one of us belongs and the other doesn’t, I would lose.” He let out his own self-deprecating chuckle.

“You’ve got to be kidding me, you win at everything! My only thing is my genius, and you’re plenty intelligent yourself, so where does that leave me? Sure, I’ve got the money, but I’ll keep funding everyone even after I die. And I’m not going to be able to do this forever, I’m getting older, what if I get alzheimer's or something?” There was a frantic note to his tone.

“And what if I go blind or get a permanent injury? Tony, any one of us could be permanently benched for a number of reasons, except maybe Thor. Even Bruce sometimes can’t control the Hulk, and that makes him a liability. Steve and Nat are hardly invulnerable. That’s the business, everything is fluid and tentative.”

Fuck it. Tony took another couple swallows from the flask. “What are we supposed to do with ourselves when we’re done with the Avengers?”

Clint shrugged. It was something he had definitely thought about, but he preferred to deal with problems as they came. Tony was the one always stuck in the possible futures. “We’ll always be a family.”

“Yeah I guess you’re right.” They sat in companionable silence for a while, just listening to the crackle of burning wood. “Oh!” Clint startled from his thoughts, glancing up. “Where are your night vision goggles?”

“Uh, I think I left them on the ground when you fell.”

Tony tossed his over. “Here, take mine and go get them.”

Clint groaned. “Do I have to? It’s not like you can’t afford new ones.”

“Quit your griping, birdbrain. I built cameras into them so we could catch Bigfoot on film! What if he showed up while we were gone?” Tony grinned in excitement.

“You’ve got to be kidding me! I was starting to think maybe this was all a ploy just for the sneaking up on me, but no, you really think there’s a cryptid out there.”

Tony looked personally affronted. “Of course I do. Cryptids are everywhere, you sad, sad, nonbeliever.”

The walk back the next morning was slow. Tony had to take a few breaks, but these injuries were child’s play for them. They were still able to joke around and have fun while they walked. “I can’t believe I finally got a Tony Talk,” Clint thought aloud as they neared the jet.

“A what?” Tony shot him an amused look.

“Oh my god, you don’t know?” They settled into their seats after Clint packed everything in.

“Know what!” Tony exclaimed impatiently.

Clint laughed. “They’re a legend. Everyone on the team had had a Tony Talk but me. It’s like a rare look at the real you that’s supposed to always be life altering.”

Tony scoffed. “That’s ridiculous, you’re making this up. Sounds like a Ted Talk.”

Clint just shook his head, smiling knowingly. “Don’t believe me? Ask the others.”

…

The Avengers had been gathered into the movie room to watch whatever Tony was demanding they watch. Everyone had already finished scolding the man for coming back from simple camping all banged up. The previous evening’s dinner had consisted of a series of lectures, followed by a hilariously flustered Tony finding out that yes, Tony Talks were a thing. He had fled the scene then, spending the night in his lab reviewing footage from their night vision goggles.

“Alright, what is this all about?” Steve asked.

“JARVIS queue up the segment we talked about. Lady and gentleman, I present to you, Bigfoot!”

Clint jumped forward off the couch, watching the footage carefully. It was clearly from his goggles on the second night, the angle odd from their spot on the ground. Sure enough, an unnaturally large humanoid figure strutted across the scene, slowed down to a frame by frame. Showed again at normal speed, the furry figure was a blur across the screen. Whatever it was was fast. Unfortunately, because it was night vision footage, Clint couldn’t make out the fine details, but even he had to admit it looked like a Bigfoot. “I can’t believe it,” he whispered as Tony cackled maniacally.

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Dead is dead. Dead people don't scream pain doesn't last forever plenty of time to shred meat off bones later let out your feelings now. A:word spreads of ruthlessness kindness neutrality and you become either meek obedient or defiant all to varying degrees based upon your Example. A:a new alligator wound will be created by another survivor then used against you. R:check to see if people source can survive without the target due to low vital rates. Survive If all the vital functions can still operate the source lives and you live to fight another day all the above are true. Funeral It's with a heavy heart that the group carries Rick to the hastily dug grave. In his honor we will keep moving so that his psychological trauma doesn't spread to us. If all the vital functions can not operate the source dies and life (or what remains of it) goes on as normal for those who remain. 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Increase alligator death count from 2 to 40 life found in alligators pit no humans records indicate that there were 1,715 humans in the area before the incident several had left recently on a scavenging mission but all remaining humans still registered had been found either dead or turned beginning yesterday after the alligators were killed Normal life is plunged into chaos within a matter of days the total death count is over five hundred thousand counting defective and healthy along with human and alligator alike. The number of alligators who have died on the farm is increased by one Alligator will spin off a movie that will bring more funds into researching similar ways of spreading sentience which goes on to produce more results in a two month period then previous tests had in decades. 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Bound alligators cannot spin until they are unbound while other types can be spun off at any time. Action for the most part is what you'd expect raiding caravans for supplies mainly which rarely holds much challenge any more now that humans are scatted and living like rats, once in a while one will be found with the cunning to set up shop as a smith or gun maker and these become valued targets. Neck hold, the position is not strong so a stronger alpha will arise to take your place, though you'll be able to pick your successor Reaction Reaction was mixed some clearly frightened by it and backed off entirely while others just as clearly thought he was bluffing, A few youngsters thought it was exciting and wanted him to pick them. "Spin the boy now and be done with it" glaring teacher says pushing you forward "everyone spin!" Above a ratio of gravity it continues to spin. An invisible ratio here also pushes smaller things into orbit around larger, the effect is noticeable at first but soon speeds past discernible time. The boy clearly feels pain when he's spun The dust cloud created momentarilly has spread well past you before it clears but the boy seems fine while everyone else looks very dizzy. Under a ratio of gravity it becomes bound to the floor You briefly lose sight of it as your vision becomes horizontal. Bound alligators cannot spin until they are unbound, he feels no pain. Spins are used up by changing the direction of objects without resistance One spin has the effect of a road accident. Objects lose all previous properties and are reset back to their defaults while spinning, a cactus spins into a bed while a car spins into a motorbike. Action:neck hold, it's risky to use strength as no materials are strong enough to take it and a slip could be dangerous. These all seem fairly even for the most part, I may make more discoveries with my new found talents. Increases gravity working on the alligator gave a rough ratio. Looks like the rest need testing too at some point. Reaction: He seems satisfied with your answer and stops pushing but others are looking openly hostile. "So spin the dog or we'll do it and give you a neck hold!" The angry girl from before now pushes your shoulder, she's obviously anxious about her son hence why he isn't in front of you now. Either the test gets performed or it doesn't today it would seem. Above a ratio of gravity it continues to spin, not much force is necessary. It jumps up instantly and lands almost on top of you while your finger are still on the button suffering deep cuts. Rule number one, always check the signs! Now I see the reason for the bandage on his hand. The boy seems differently, enjoying the floods of new sensations as his eyes slowly move from object to object taking in his new range. Under a ratio of gravity it becomes bound to the floor. "I see now why you didn't want me to test on him." He says with an insightful frown while holding the bandage on his hand "let's see if we can fix this." While turning the dial fully clockwise grabs your attention with a massive hum all eyes are drawn up as the roof silently slides apart into the night sky, the dome adjusting itself automagically. Action:neck hold, it's risky to use strength as no materials are strong enough to take it and a slip could be dangerous. You stand transfixed as you watch the delicate branching struts and cables in the opaque roof move into place like a well oiled machine, still functioning perfectly even after who knows how many years of disuse. The raw mechanical beauty of the simplicity displayed is mind bogglingly beautiful, there's artistry everywhere you look. Increases gravity working on the alligator gave a rough ratio. Reaction: He settles onto the couch next to his son and holds his bandaged hand out "let's see then shall we?" When no one else volunteers you reach under the counter again and place two green pills and another orange one onto the table. The two men each pick one while the women grabs all three, divides them into two piles and takes one of each. Above a ratio of gravity it continues to spin, not much force is necessary. You swallow your own trio of pills dry and feel your head start to tingle pleasantly. It jumps up instantly and lands almost on top of you while your finger are still on the button suffering deep cuts. Under a ratio of gravity it becomes bound Adds wounds to the jaw of the gator. Rule number one, always check the signs! Reaction: "I might have a solution, give me a moment." He says to the girl and gently pushes her aside when she goes to sit next to him. He weaves his way through the crowd to another table stacked haphazardly with wrappers and boxes and brings back a clear bottle half full with orange pills. "Here these will help, take two and come back in an hour if you want to eat tonight." Increases the negtive emotion acciated with the alligator to hunger. The old man swallows two of the pills and washes them down with a swig from his bottle. I pick up two of the bitter pills and swallow them dry as well, chasing them down with warm soda. The woman pours us all another drink while we wait. Add booze, Bitter, Collaide stuff.. Sad alligators get more sadder. "What the hell do you two think your doing?!" he seethes and quickly glances around to see if anyone else notices. "We can fix this right now but you have to follow our lead understand? Nothing but net the pretty ladies." "Y-you'll get us all killed!" the man hisses desperately. Angery alligators get more angery. "There you go Junior" the women smirks and turns away to pour another round of drinks while you and your new "friend" eye each other. Raising to a ratio of gravity where it bounces off the floor twice. You force down another two pills and pass by the drinks. The angery gator lure is as old as plying with alligators is. Pouring all the booze in the bottles into the punch in a huge ratio. Some even become enraged! Brightly colored pills, angry alligators turns to boozy gators. The girl pokes you teasingly "Are you really afraid of a little girl?" Add fear to the arising feelings the the alligator son has against his father. Before you can reply the matchmaker steps in. Do you take another pill? ABout 15 minutes later he returns with this bounty and they both immediately start serving it out. Action:elbow drop She devours a whole bowl in one and offers you some from her spoon. A frowning old man approaches the host "you're holding pills for a rave in you're house? You really should..." Yet he was already pouncing to the girl when son kneed him to his face. The sound of lightning striking followed by a crumpling torso, nothing but a broken mind and senile body was all that is left of what it was before. Adds wounds to the jaw of the gator. "Thank you." The daughter responds quickly before gulping another whole bowl. "Have some more!" she adds. Reaction: All the men immediately lower their heads in their plate while the girl burps loudly. The father reels backward "Son, have you done this before?" He says warnly. "Why yes daddy and many times, every since..." he gulps nervously under his eyes. Increases the negtive emotion acciated with the alligator Angery alligators get more angery. The girl laughs "There they are!" She points to the silowouytes approaching from afar. Add booze, Bitter, Collaide stuff. Doesn't look like the hosts been acting normal so far, a family reunion turns sour. After your deed was done the father approached again "Well, did you do it? The guests are arriving?" He nervously asked. He strikes you in the face with the light tube. "Yes!" Some even become enraged! The girl covers her face with her palms "I told you not to drink them" she complains. The lights go back on, the guests cheer as if nothing happened while your vision is still blurred and your ears ring. Pouring all the booze in the bottles into the punch in a huge ratio. You approach hesitantly holding tightly to your crucifix fearing what might come but ignoring it for the mission. Send it all this commands -- back comes a successful story or not. Combined all the factors of 845:923 into one. Did your brain accept the strange connection between all these years and events you were involved into? It seems like only yesterday when Junior gave you a wink, darn it feels like yesterday but is it really, has it only been 10 ago since he gave you that odd wink in the park? You should have used more hints in this text, now some readers will think this is an abusive fanfic... You control this one moment in time, exactly you can't, countless possibilities branched out in an instant as soon as you stepped into the Gregorian mansion but right now it's all about your next choice: discard or accept the pill offered by... What kind of dull party is this? Whose dose of cyanide can't be detected after they've been drinking alcohol anyhow? Or is it all a trick as his nervous finger fiddling with a remote hints? This one moment you created alot of back story for your OC... Feed back a story of how you wrestled a gator and won for add a little But hey! thats still a happy end as you marry with her... isn't this? Washing machine much? or did you want to imply they drowned doing unspeakable things in there together? Fake left for real, when folks think about suicide. Random chars used for coding; also imply a action without any describing words e.g jumping off a building just from the number 5 and a jump icon A girl at a snow white costume party cries that she did not expect to slaughter 8 people with one bullet to get this prize? tell your daughter not to cry when you finish reading this... Just repeat the title of "One Year Later" several times, works wonders! Fake right to meant a real right and delve into darkness with the Uncle Jump higher and obey your master is what it implies Not very funny unlike other books in this list! pick up a copy of Bored of the Rings or Where the Red Fern Grows for some real gut busters! Jump lower and eliminate the shadow follower who is blocking the way forward with your indispensable firearm. Don't you think every Psyho needs at least 300 words to express her powers? And their charisma is so low that nobody likes them in return let alone love them! this sentence implies some other party members die in the meantime and everything goes fine for our beautiful loner... Fracture the jaw! further instructions would be too gruesome to be printed in public Don't you hate it when your dad is a drug lord and your mom wears sunglasses indoors? Couldn't make out if she escaped or if the government cut off all exit points. Guess both cane into play during a rebellion. Remove teeth, break neck, gouge eyes all these details to chilling for bedtime reading huh? the proof reader should have red flagged these! First destract target A with a candy bar then strangulate target B to death with a silk scarf once they approach, pretty easy for the stealthy characters Has some avoidable absurtities due to poor grammer (didn't bother redflagging these ones) e.g: instead of eating the guard you rob him (red flag!) or instead of slowely opening the lock you brose it (red flag!) or the door can ward off attacks ( red flag! The block his blind jab and distract him with a sarcastic remark, what a fool he falls for it everytime! This implies the soldier in her is awoken and she obeys orders. So pushing her into battlefield without any armory might not be the best idea. Giving her an anti-tank rifle might change the tide, it's up to your decision how you want to handle this. Counter will cross to left cheek first and then right cheek for a full house, bare knuckle boxing is not as foolproof as it seems! Second part of character description, word count: 448 Life before game started description: 896 Part 1 conclusion: Your journey was shorter than expected but its thrilling prelude will live in your memory for as long as you can remember and relive the thrill of victory in your mind whenever you want. Discombulate your brain and start reliving those moments whenever feel like, we sure will. All these descriptions are incomplete and I'm yet to polish as my time is limited but I'll add more details soon! I sugest you cherry pick the most thrilling bits out of all three parts and combine them into your greatest masterpiece so far! More exciting than , more hilarious than Bored of the rings! Gator will attempt wild haymaker, duck under and wants to latch on from underneath, hit him hard but not too hard or knock his tooth out if you intend to keep him alive Finally your Psyho will take the anti-tank rifle up and lay siege upon the rest of the sorry soldiers before putting an end to the berserk raving shadow leader you discovered was driven mad by wicked spirits! Looking forward to your next masterpiece which will definitely become the bestseller among all other SB games ever! Employ elbow block and body shot, they will keep him at bay for a while as he will not expect blows from those angles Start taking notes, you may need some of this information to overcome future obstacles! First thing first: 1.6 million people went into metropolis. 800 came out alive and only 36 of those turned out to be humans, according to your math that's 85% casualties and 91.6% dead bodies of infected. Block feral left hook then crosscounter his right, he misses his punch and you make him eat double yourmight, Be ready to dive if he tries to retaliate with his other hand If anyone of you contests this fact with any records from before the incident then let us refer to the only source of truths that remained untouched through this ordeal: Video footage. Weak right jaw of his can be exploited for easy knockout Part 2 prelude. Count of words: 233 550 meters to city center, this will be your Siberia, Kowloon walloffs of tomorrow, quarantine of the living dead. The most vile torture ever reserved for unfortunate souls consigned to this place for their past crimes and your future fall guys. Still a large appeal surrounding this place, fools. Now fracture his left leg and we can advance towards city center. HQ has complete access to enemy intelligence so we don't even need to send a scout just get in there and kill. We were 24 hours too late to stop them, our mission is clear now: exterminate. Wipe out all infected and anyone who harbored them! They're inside you for 24 hours now so grab any of them, the more infected or carriers the better, it's feeding time! Break cracked ribs with right and make follow up with hammerfist to sternum Light thick blood cough In case you missed it, A: I, D-Caf, D. Caffrey ceases to be a mere mortal and ascends to the status of heavy legendary living legend! And to think some people think video games rot your brain, wannabe! "Do you know how many infected are in there?" "Mhmm fifty or so,"Lieutenant says How many? Tramatise the solar plexus repeatedly for maximum disabling effect as the liver is just beneath it, repeat this at dizzying speeds until all unconcious Haha too fast for you?"looking up as your own shadow standing over you"Before you can blink he took your lighter,move your hand too fast and lose it. Carriers of the plague (the virus stops spreading in a couple weeks and they reanimate) You often can't tell them from the infected so treat every like they're one or get bitten. Dislocate jaw entirely to prevent ingestion, they can still smell you after all Question: How does one tell which is stronger between steel rope and the neck of a 10 feet tall fast monster? Eyelid pull to access inner nerves fornyower technique lacerate inward elbow joint to heavily woundify forearm musculature Humanity is dead, it was a lot of fun, are you ready for your secrets my disciples of brutality? feeling peppy today so let's give you 100. Heel kick to diaphram while using the other to climb and hold rope, sheer weight pressure for lapidation or just continue with knee trashing A weakness in all Christ... oops wrong script, yes a weakness in all monsters is their sensory organs,their eyes, nose and ears. Take your pick impaling thrown object through temple Maybe you can grow to like this place-- after killing everyone of course Hey hold on this guy has 0. In summary: Decapitate, pummel solar plexus, blinding specific targets, destroying ears, slicing eardrums and then pulling the ear off. Majority of time Combat focuses on generally beating down one or two large threats with everyone else available as effort loads for the big guns. If they run out of things to do then they should at that point start picking off smaller threats and serving as support for the main fighters. Hears ringing? poke your finger into the ear repeatedly Hm, that was given and inch and took a mile, still good enough. Remember this for next time. Never give anything away for free and never repeat a cheap trick too many times or some one may eventually figure out how to counter it Pulling outwards on jawline from underneath combined with upwards pushing motion towards neck snap. Jaw fractured? rotating clockwise motion with hands on either side followed by forward quickly push Possibly a killing blow to the neck, regardless fatal if target is large enough like anET. Three ribs cracked at minimum,painful and weak point hit for later finishing with other techniques. Most effective when used rapid succession Gallstone status gland on frontal skull status makes for reliable aiming point to smack forward with force Tricky technique to aim but fun to ply and probably wouldn't work on awardless humans anyway, nice to show off though, standing 10 feet away he should see it coming "It's in the game!" Location of blow is. Four broken fingers on a creature trying to hold things is bad enough, four broken fingers on a monster trying to crush and grab is even worse Strikes zone with resulting dwarven tantrum,automatic KO if it connects for enough time to deliver results Two hands attached to giant flail of arms and swinging uncontrolled is quite the weapon technique. Diaphram hemorriaing out of it's predoidently Red coloring is the signal to up the tempo. Shattering something is always a plus in my book, also puts then into an uncontrolled state of panic which is good for us. Very quick heavy knee upwards into temple after shifting balance and superior positioning mid fight. reminds me of the old surfboarding game where you had to wipe out your opponent before they got back up. Good way to break some neck if your fast and have good wrist control. Physcail recovery from lever tugging and jolting of neck muscles If you know any better knock him out then fill the pockets with little berrels. If he figures out after he will be mad for a few seconds, if not he will be angry when he wakes up, either way we are gone by then and his stomach won't be so good for few days Wiggle Wiggle Pull! Six weeks??? I hope this man has some opiates we can loot for the road I can show many interesting things given time. Combined grappling situation with submissive hold breaking bones and prying body open via miney PARTS! Soft live organs and hard dead bones make the best clacking melody against the inside of a skull when one punches them repeatedly as hard as possibly can. Time to put theory into practice again. Full physcoligical recovery six months to year depending on how much physcoligical energy one has at time as well under feeding and psychological torcher during training. Capicity to spit at back of head neturalized via bitting tongue and grabbing it between forefinger and midiclute Spraying throat contents, stomach acid included, into some ones eyes is a quick way to get them to stop doing whatever it is they are trying to do to you as long they dont know where is coming from. Five seconds of shock and awe. Step one: get on the alligators back. Step two: plunge dagger into wieldy place to make him flounder around in agony, incapacitating him long enough for you both to drown. Time will tell if this creature has as much fight in him as I expect it too. This is probally the most dangerous part of wrestling an alligator one on one in the water, and that mearly because if he happens ot be the stronger swimmer of the two of you. Never attmp to jump an alligator from the side or from the front and never ever let him grab you with his mouth, keep these two rules in mind and you'll do fine. I'll need 50 feet of rope that won't burn if I soak it with lantern oil and toss it at its nose. The napsack is popular among military saggage carriers. Doing so is the best way to get biten. The muscles that control the eye are not used to moving independently which is why when you make a massive face intmatic movement like sticking out your tounge or closing your eyes as far as possible it looks like the person is fully focused on you, or rather what you are doing to them. Don't think, just do it. The correct term is emotional masochist. You need to get the alligator behind you in a full nelson. Unless you are from a country that does a lot of sulfur bathing you probably haven't smelled the rotten egg gas it emits from it's behind. If he gets you in that position, well, you'll let me know if the experience was good or bad. Now begin! If possible set up a distraction to the alligator has trouble focusing on you, then make a sudden quick movement to his weak spot. Sounds easy for you and hard for the alligiator but alligatoins are much faster than you think and you'll be starting with no adavntage or positioning. All they'll feel is a slight breeze as you fly towards his mouth and your torso is instantly shredded. If not possible using a cloth like a flag or large dirty rag on a pole make as much noise as possible and grab his attention while driving him backwards trying to maneuver him into the fence post or tree behind him. Then once he's plastered on either one of those use your bodyweight to fall down and around him in a bridge to get both his arms pinned and drive your legs down for him not being able to push back up. Throw on top of the gators head A blind gator is much slower to react and is most likely to go in the direction of whatever panicked him in the first place, giving you more than enough time to hop off. True masters of the pressure point fighting artists have been known to kill large wild animals using no more energy than it would to simply sit on a chair. Instead of wrapping your arms around its mouth, try putting your arm straight out and pushing against its mouth with the heel of your palm. The fear meter is a measure of how likely an alligator is to panic based on sight, smell, or sound. Some alligators are more afraid of people than others and some will never show fear even if you are carrying spicy food. These alligators and the infamously relaxed Lil' Lenok aside from the rare exceptional one tend to have very predictable escape routes once they reach land. Run screen right and stop in the tall grass. GreenWilde Posts : 4123 Hail Moments : 98 Karma : 19 Psybucks : 3360 Join Date: March 1, 2006 Location: Sheffield, England Age: 28 Skulls: Numerous Horse Picture Dude? Yes. It's a coincidence earns you no points nor awesomeness. Millionaire playboy philanthropist is more like it. Platformer ReaperMech Great White Shark Cynical Unwavering Main Settler of Argals Unrivaled code hacker Paranoid lover How far away from the animal do you wish to begin your leap in order to ensure you make it? 3 meters Easier said than done it seems. This creature has the turning radius of a main battle tank and maintaining a safe distance is near impossible. Swinging in you have even less time to react and even if you could your mass vastly out weights the lifting strength alligators are know for. Half starving or not this alligator's reflexes were sharp enough to catch you off gaurd in midair and you're sent flying. 4 meters GreenWilde We're not as dumb as we look! Posts : 4123 Hail Moments : 98 Karma : 19 Psybucks : 3360 Join Date: March 1, 2006 Location: Sheffield, England Age: 28 Skulls: Numerous Horse Picture Dude? Yes. It's a coincidence earned you no points nor awesomeness. Millionaire playboy philanthropist is more like it. Reap- er.... 4.5 meters- WHY SO FAR!?! Swinging in you have even less time to react and even if you could your mass vastly out weights the lifting strength alligators are know for. You are being flung directly towards the gators head, it has a worse eyeing you than the small dog had at the start of this debacle and it seems just as likely to be able to predict your every movement. Aim screen right. You have no idea where you'll reach but the grass up ahead looks thick enough to stop you going straight into the drink which stands between you and solid ground. GreenWilde We're not as dumb as we look! So those feet are what's making those distinctive tracks around my territory then.? Good, good.... Still if its eating habits are as predictable as it seems to be then I probably won't even have to waste much ammunition until it charges at me. You have ten frames of animation before you reach the ground and the alligator slowly swims out of your way. This gator won't be so lucky or rather it'll be very lucky but not for long. like this frame here? 3 meters to the far side of it then swinging directly like this? Yin-Yang? Each frame is a camera shake view of running toward the alligator which is in wire frame mode, above the green legs is your own path. This is followed by five frames of you actually making contact and the sound though this causes the alligator to snap its head round to face you properly it does not lunge. The "lunge" anims are on a seperate list to the other attack ones for just such an occasion and seeing as the alligator is now right in front of you and beginning to snap its massive jaws it seems appropriate. You must attempt to keep this line that runs down the alligators back straight. Meaning you are close enough that the gator could reach you or far enough away that it cannot. The alligator has a long lower jaw but its mouth is very wide indeed so you picking it off from afar has no hope of working. There are three movements that trigger the lunge. You must ajust the angle of the head without moving either your position or the alligator's and not interrupt the flowing sequence of frames. This isn't a panic button but it's very close and the Gator has only lunged when physically trying out this section before so you're sure that this is a genuine alternative to being eaten. So what does aiming at the top of the alligators head do? You take a guess and switch your view just as it snaps towards you. Misses are culamitive. If you miss it by an inch it will adjust by one, if you miss by a foot it will adjust by ten and so on. Must keep your eye on the ball and not be sloppy, infinitely many lives but never enough to give up. You inhale then exhale as the display reads "Starting Frame" You wish to get a zero percent miss rate on this title and to do so you will have to go for it even if you felt like chickening out but you don't get far into that thought process when the screen wipes to "First Animation Frame". The position of your arm relative to the jaw is very important as it helps dictate the angle for your second shot which it will snap towards automatically. You must place it between the front two teeth but this comes at a price. It costs one life. Rolling the finger left of right changes the angle of the straight line you are drawing. For the first time ever you are glad that the title runs at a silky smooth 60fps as any more would have just made this process harder. For a final challenge you must press down on the sixth frame or it will your thumb as a target. Hardly matters with the speed of this creature. There's a sound effect for every successful frame and once your down to two possible flailing snapping bites then the screen wipes to "Lunge Start 1" The straight the line the less chance of gitting bite right off the bat The words randomly change places but the general premise of the text wall stays the same. Due to frame effects, 1000 lives and whether or not you shot too early or too late on your second wrist angle adjustment will all play into your success rate as will basic skill but these are all minor overall. So first you need to master this part. Whether or not any of it "counts" Stay low-go high-you feel like your finger is snapping in half as you slam it down on the only even number left on the keyboard 7. That might taste good with some BBQ sauce and a nice cold beer. Just ignore the fact that your inwardly scared out of your mind as the words "LUNGESTART2 MISS" flash up on the screen in bright red. Which, to be honest, doesn't inspire too much confidence for contunuing this split path to a desired completion. Extend hands loosely extend hands firmly With in a second select a spot on the neck to focus upon-down once more. You chuck your hands up and run around in circles laughing as the words"LUNGESTART3 COMPLETE" paint themselves across the screen followed by a barrage of flashing images of all the people who worked on this title and what you assume are their names. A loud track starts as shows a Mötley Crüe logo bouncing around the screen leading to an immediate start of a new part of the game. Touch the big dot and hold and try to keep you figer on the dot as long as possible while it spins very quickly and moves all over the screen Slowly fade out towards the end to give a bopping sensation The images subside to reveal a start screen showing exactly one option..."Voyage Beyond The Bright Lights". A far out spacy trip through coloropia with trippy music. You know what those are-those flash films made up by stoned film students completely ripped on something and played at about 5000 frames per second. Imagine a straight line donw the alligators head and back and tail if possible. Unlike most other text adventures you are free to "browse" through the opening screen without engaging in the first act, or finishing the game. All you can currently do is engage back into the main adventure, look at your high scores, see how long it took to beat your best friend who also bought this game, or look at a small range of paltry but hilarious hidden images. Get a running start down that line and keep low you don't want to beork the ankles Approach the handwalk that overlooks the falls and scan the surrounding area before ducking under. MeoW an annoying tape player testing out loud Mews recitation of many things. Although most things seem out of place half the time you can just see sunsets, rainbows, hikes through wooded areas, etc...Everything that your inner child thought was "cool" is here. Leap forward with hands extended sealing up the air and the jug with both hands like a champion bringing home the win. The words "VERTICAL DASH" beam from the screen in bold as a mildly humming sound emits from the speakers. Getting a quick drink reveals more of the same as you duck below to read more on this first of three adventures-vampire/teen girl hybrid titles. Oooooooooh! The hands need to land on the alligator's neck to make him tap out or he will snap your arm off with one quick jerk of his head. The score for vertical dash, ultra man challenge thing whatever equals to...wait what does this even mean? Right as you reach the final screen a glitched swirl melts across the screen flinging your vision into an unseen dimension. Whispers come from behind the characters and what feels like black wax drips from the sides of the new made slots on your screen. Between the back of the jaws and the front two legs of the alligator lies something man shaped. Even its eyes seem to point "out" making it look fetal while a force field engulfs inner portions of its body. You stand directly behind the Alligator now as your vision begins to warp. The room decreases in size greatly, although the proportions are all intact-and you even notice how they were there to begin with. Somehow you knew this game was going to be a little too real. When you land on the animal push down with all your might on the neck to force the head to the ground Force the head down by pinning the head to the ground the jaws cant open upwards to bite your arm off at the most interesting part Thanks to your tiny player character and even tinier opponents you can see that although the things are large compared to you-in reality they cant be more than 12-16 inches from snout to tail tip. Molded fluffy white fur gives them a soft appearance, But when you see their teeth-allidea of them being "cuddly" is gone in an instant. They look like demons. Move to the shoulders of the beast and stay high on its back to avoid the snapping of its mouth Even with the last dog vinegar brew still dripping off your frame you cant help but picture yourself being flea sprayed again in your head. Staying high is now a must, just hope the soda in the container doesn't start leaking anytime soon... One thing is certain-These dogs are fighting for keeps and one mistake could be it for you. Just remember their weaknesses and keep your distance if at all possible. Knees should touch th ground when attacking the neck to add extra downward push on the alligator. To avoid its tail, make sure to keep your body perpendicular to its midsection at all times. To avoid its snap, stay high and far once you make your first move. Squeeze the alligator's flanks to keep its mouth sealed and hold it in place while your comrades attack If you have extrarepreneurial spirits you could try sell these dead rodents at a higher prize to your friends. They make for good keep sakes or party tricks-but the strange names and symbols on their coats might make them hard to offload. Speaking of symbols, for some reason you think you saw one somewhere in this lab but cant seem to place it. The lower part of your legs should be pinning the hind legs to keep the feet from touching the ground and prevent the alligator from moving. with your fellow riders on top slashing at open wounds, it should be less then thirty seconds before the gator surrenders Once again, cutting through the pack is only going to get you KIA'd so make sure to single out the weakest link and take it down separately. remember their weaknesses for future reference. If the rear legs touch the ground the gaot can go into a death roll and turn you and anyone else attached inside out so make sure to keep them pinned and helpless. And I cant stress this enough-Stay. Away. From. The. Tail! Also take special care when climbing atop the beast that you avoid getting any body parts caught in between its growing scales. You have lost control when the animal does this, the safest place is under the belly and on the side--but even these places are dangerous. You can only hope Mr Parker has you fitted with a good, strong privy item for this journey You suppose you now have your answer-The creatures can be killed, But its not going to be easy by any means. One full sweep around destroying everything in its path and your hardwork could be for nothing. Once on the gator firmly you have to gain control of the mouth immediately by prying it open with your hands. Thinner legs near the body are weaker and easier to cut but you should direct your blows to the sturdier moving limbs at the side--you dont want to lose your balance and fall off afterall It would be wise to use any extra manpower to speed up the process before the pack grows wise to your presence. Keep both hands firmly on the alligators neck pressing down with most your wieght so that only one arm is left to swing. Stay on the sides of the beast for extra support and protection, keeping your face away from the snapping mouth and those frightfully penetrating eyes. Their is a percentage chat -- click the down arrow to increase weight until it is a full one hundred percent. Hm. Must be new. So it does indeed seem as though the locals are getting organized enough to not only put up a fight, but even drive out those that would claim this waste land as their own. But SDC is more than a match for a few oversized rats and a dying world never was their best option anyway, looks like you might have to return here soon. It is a precentage of strength you want to use in each location to most quickly bring down the enemy. Use the slider to set your percentage or type in a number, from 1 to 100. Mindful of Achilles strike with the knife you remove your pistol from its resting place and step towards the muffled voices ahead checking every corner as you do so, how did they get so far ahead of you without you noticing? The calls are getting more frequent and anxious now and Listening closer it seems there are two separate voices, one female; one male. Keeping the back legs up is going to tire you out quickly so it would be best if you could dispatch the gator quickly and reach the pair before all three of you wind up dead. Choose the body part you want to target, select it by clicking on it or Choose 'Random' to have the comuter pick for you. Click Here To Show/Hide This Content URL to redirect to content URL URL URL Content Access denied. You do not have permission to access pages within this domain. Keeping the head down is going to tire you out a lot quickly, but it does boast the best protection. Choose the body part you want to protect, select it by clicking on it or choose 'Random' for the computer to pick for you. Rotate you dominate hand forward to protect index finger, rotate other hand forward to protect ring finger. Move your microscope out of the way first and then your desk drawer. There is a slight shuffling noise heard before they are gone entirely and you have to trust that they know this place as well as you do because it will be impossible to track them. Remain in contact with the gator or you could find yourself miles and miles away, a lost pod of orca in the Atlantic ocean. The cold around you intensifies over the next few hours. You try to hold on, but you are thrown about wildly as you begin speeding along the ice. You extend one hand out desperately for something, anything to grab onto but there is nothing. Keep your strength on his side of the sphere and you can retain a shred of control Let your fingers feet the tile floor and they might just get a grip in time ... Who are you? Why have you come here? Is something wrong? Keep releasing and the orca will soon begin to slip away, holding on as tight as you can could damage their ability to communicate for some time to come. Where is this place? Is it the best way to communicate with other species? Stay in contact with the gator or you could find yourself moved into a different area of your world, a question directed at the wrong species could spell disaster. The hair along the back of your neck stands on end and deep in the darkness behind you either something is moving or something unutterably huge is staring at you hungrily while its breath reverberates through your mind. Contact is a percentage as well as a distance.Stay in contact whenever possible or you will isolate the pair of them and correspond to no-one.Misunderstandings and malapropisms could be filtered out jointly if all three of you stay in contact with each other whenever possible. Tiny hairs on the back of your neck prickle into life as the frozen world surrounding you brushes past, it would love to have you along with it as it slides slowly towards the waiting maw of a hungry gator. Its a number that calculate the amount of skin acutally touching the alligator at any time.Lower it and you isolate one pair or the othes from each other.Contact them all to create a joint memorial for this event so that everyone remembers what happened, even if they don't hold the remotest clue as to why it did. The gator is poorly insulated as reptiles tend to be so lowering its temp won't take much, staying in contact will keep you warm enouhg to not matter. Slide you hand forward down the middle of the gators head and back, this creates a rich blood flow through the large capillaries over the brain and keeps the gator barely conscious while you complete your work. A constant torrent of noise rushes around you as the ice calve away from the shore and is pulled out to sea by a camp in some hurry to get away. presumably some of your friends have taken it upon themselves to scare everyone off for their own safety. Cover both eyes with your hand and you will be jet blackness once again, your arm will lose all sensation within thirty seconds as the blood drains from it but you will have no choice other than to leave it there until contact is broken with one of the gator's eyes. What side effects may happen as a result once contact is broken? Falling into an abyss of agonizing pain? Losing part of your intelligence in a moment of inexplicable stupidity? There must be something...oh wait, only the gator suffers in any way, shape or form. Nice. Go for it! The prompt coaxes. You stretch your arm out until your hand rests on the upper eyelid and simply leave it there without moving. You can feel your body temperature dropping and a tingling numbness spreads out from your fingertips but no unbearable pain comes for you. Blinding the animal temporary to give your self an advatnage in the fights to come, the inner nudge suggests. Raising an eyebrow you slip off your backpack and remove your satchel as well as a large belt knife. You sit down beside the gator and lean back to observe it for a few moments, chattering your teeth together and scrunching your eyes closed every now and then to pretend you're feeling cold. Blind percent of the gator compared to your human form. Two pairs of eyes are better than one, the main game screen declares as the prompt once again appears. How so? TAKE A GUESS! Somehow the game screen has repalced all its other cheery and helpful messages with pure snarky frustration and you can't help but a smirk appear on your face. Upon noticing your delayed reaction the prompt quickly changes to !!! Press down on the eyes with more strenght than your bone-sawing assault on the jaw and you should be able to pop off the upper orbs cleanly. With a barely suppressed snort you lean forward and push your fingers against both eyes as hard as you can, expecting them to give a little or even pop, but they stay fixed in place. Pin the head to the ground to prevent the jaws from opening and try again: this time keeping force steady to prevent the gator from moving its snout. You grab the upper jaw of the gator and lean into it, trying as hard as you can to move it while wedged between your legs and the slick mud of the shore. Slide your other hand forward and run it along the bottom jaw line of the gator, and then bring both hands back to pin them in place while pressing into the eyes once again. Strangely enough this time you feel a small 'click' and then a more audible one a moment later. You give it one last shove forward with all your might and the gator's eye pops out of its socket as you tumble backwards with the momentum. Look for soft skin around bone where u can easily slice through with your knife while its jaws are helplessly stuck open. Staying on the muddy shore you bring the knife to your eye and run it back and forth along the line between its hard upper jaw and the soft under. There is very little agility needed for this task as cleaver gator jaws lay underneath so all that's left to do is work through the scales and bore a hole. Place fingers under the jaw as if to pick it up and swing. With a flick of your wrist the gator's jaw flies open with ease as you send the flat bone plate flying in the air. In a whirlwind you draw your arm back again and punch forward once more, finishing the job with a firm crack as the left jaw breaks free from its hinges. Move palm and thumb to the top of the windpipe, press down and twist to finish off the gator as it gasps for air. POP! Did you fall asleep while reading this or something? Grip firmly around the neck as it flails in the air and end its suffering with a curved blade specialized in slicing through the windpipe of stingrays. Nightmare! Get out while you're still alive, the game screen hints at you in red. Allright he is moving a little to fast for you to easily punch out so start the old fake reflex test: act like there's a bee going around his face and see if he flinches. You lean in close and run a finger across his face, quickly drawing it back and then pointing back at his face as if to say "did you see that?" The man has long johns on so the closest thing to a "facial hair" The slipperyniss of the mud around you can impact the success of your catch. Endymion does not appreciate being caught with slipperyniss. Too exhausted to continue holding yourself up you soon find your free time taken by the blackness of sleep and nightmares. There are several moments where you wish not for wakefulness but easy death among dreams, the start of a sweet slumber, or even a burning hellfire to escape this reality as you have longed many nights since Ben's death. But this is the real horror. All of an alligators jaw power is on the down stroke. Even if you dodge it there is no time to escape the block. The knife drops from your pathetic grip, failing its catch as even your instincts give up on your own clumsiness. The heavy flint knife hits your temple and bounces off into the shadowy darkness. Your skull cracks as it slams against the half rotten stump you were perched on. The have almost no muscle power when it comes to opening the jaws but fortunately his massive head is combined with a heavy jaw that is still strong enough to bite down on the knife while you pull. Your knee never leaves the gator's stomach as you bear all your weight down on one side of the knife. A few good tugs and the knife snaps, leaving you both in rough shape but at least victorious over this foul beast. The rest of your night was continued escapade after escapade. You could hold it shut with one hand- that doesnt mean you should hold it shut with one hand Both hands should now be holding the mouth shut as the hands of an albino primate using you as a punching bag The skin begins peeling back from its twisting and gruesome face as your palms are flayed by the rows of teeth tugging against its deadly mouth. "Hurting me isn't going to help anything, child." You speak in an act of naunity hoold quite the wise one. Bite down hard, ending its life with rolling jerks of its neck. Lift the alligators head off the ground and toward your chest to apply even more biting pressure to the wound. Both hands, the gator takes both hands Your fingers rub against one another as you glove your right hand with the remains of the knifes handle. Pushing even harder against the mud, standing now in the stream your thighs struggle to keep grinding it into the animal's head. Once the head is at a ninety degree angle the gator can no longer fight back against you. With the gator's mouth pinned closed and your fist inside its mouth it no longer has any biting dice. You are able because of such frenzy to maintain a perfect pin. The pitiable excuses for arms just hang from his body as the alligator slowly suffocates to death. He cant even slide his head out from under your right arm due to your body bending around it in a perfect lock. Congratualtions you have wrestled the alligator into submission. Bathe in his defeated eyes for a moment. Well We hope this helped! Getting off the gator you step toward it, trying to get a looksie at its stomach so you can carve the knife in deeper, before noticing one of its eyes rapidly blink. Though your fist was covered in enough saliva and blood to mask the shape of your hand, it could obviously tell your fist from fingers. Push the gators head back to the ground and punch its remaining eye into jelly. What wretched lives these animals live, first its eye gets stabbed by some autistic child, then it drowns in pitiful revenge. If there was any justice in this world it would have jumped you before you could stab it and had actually escaped. Slide the dominant hand back into a position to cover the eyes again. Covering the eye that's not stabbed with fingers you stab and twist. Watching it shudder in pain, you feel an intense pleasure go through your numb arm. Thrashing around, the alligator doesn't notice where your fingers are and almost snaps them off. You pull back only to see blood spew out of its face as a dumb smile pumps through your body. Pushing down with the domainate hand slide your other hand back along the jaw until it is pressing against the neck as your other hand follows up from under the snout. You are so close to its mouth that you can feel warm sticky salvia pasting your once clean arm. This isn't just power, this is god damned ascension. Covering the wounds left behind by the knifes handle, your fingers rub together in preparation of a plunge into absolute domination. Slide your dominat=jnt hand back from the eyes to the neck incase the alligator tries to snap. Hesistant to do any remorseful actions, your dominate hand slips back into place. Bringing your subordinate hand from under the snout to over the eyes, knowing full well it won't bit, twist your wrists around one another and plunge your fingers into its eyesockets. Such sanctuary, such mercy you've only ever seen god provide to his faithful survivors. You should be in the same position you where in when you started to battle this beast of a victor, sitting upon its torso but it doesn't have a torso anymore, just two flappy pieces of meat entwined with eachother and a head. Though the vengeance over your parents shorts has been sated you can't help but still twist your hands around in the hollow sockets. Get your knees of the ground and get your feet under you. Har har har that's a good one, get my feet under me on what? The alligators now lay in little more than a lump of meat. Check place for your machete. Your machete fails to turn up under any piece of flesh or skin, in fact the bloody red ink has mixed so much with its surrounding colour that its effectively invisible to the naked eye. Hop to your feet and take a look at your surroundings... You are squatting on the gators back, deciding now would be a good time to get off the things back. How did you get here? When (and more importantly why) did you get here? Looking around you realize you are surrounded by bits of flesh, organ, and other bodily fluids that all seem to share one similarity, namely that they belong to youralligator from before. Keep legs tight against the body as you slide off the back. You tumble and slam into the mushy earth which is now coated in gator blood (and also your own). You land on your feet but the force of your landings twist your ankle and you end up tumbling back first onto the mushy ground. Getting back up you reassess the situation. Check self for injuries. Much more difficult for the alligator to bite you when you are on its back then when you are on its side, though not impossible. You got lucky. Still it's difficult to move around with all those spiny scales digging into your flesh everywhere, even through your clothes. You need to get yourself professional help for this mess and quickly. ---- THE NEXT DAY... You sit on the porch watching lambchops frolic in the field nearby. When the animal struggles push it down again, it will soon recover and come back again, but for now, it's content to graze. small tentative hops toward freedom arelambchopsObwserver You walk inside. bloodgoodObserver tell self stay strongAMSELECTHE ---- You take a nice long look at the road ahead as you sit on the porch... Specks of dust dance in the beams of sunlight peeking between the clouds above. Dont let the animal stuggle free just yet The clouds above drift silently without any indication of rain or shine, the same serene pattern they took up yesterday and will take up tomorrow. No wind sprints across the plain to signal anything out of the ordinary occurred here recently. Maybe an ant was scrambling up a nearby leaf moments earlier but it has already disappeared from sight now. NOBODYSSECRETS "It's a beautiful day" "Beautiful," you agree. Grip around the neck, aim at back of head, squeeze TRIGGER The last remnants of the future drift soundlessly above you. PRESSENT ---- You look around and take a good long look at the road ahead as you sit on the porch... A hazy sheen of sweat glimmers atop the flattened wheat in the fields nearby with Hearts dancing playfully around it. You're on top of the world. In one complete motion throw the alligator as far forward as you can whild you jump backwards off the tail The bloodthirsty beast arcs end over end through the air and lands with a hollow thud in the soft grass ahead. Pressing nto the ground it slid at least ten feet before stopping. Depending on the size of the gator you may not be able to throw it very far. ALLIGATORS Some gators are content to lie in the sun and do nothing much of the time, but not this brute. The second it landed it was flashing its teeth and hissing menacingly at you. Slowly and systematically you walk toward the gator as it shifts backward between snaps and hisses. Thats ok if it wants to move back that's Running now Running backward for gator is moving self in same direction as intended flight The longer this takes the more exhausted the both of you are going to get so you pick up the pace and walk briskly towards it, forcing it back even faster. IT is soon backed up against a tree and strikes out at you once and then twice when you continue to close the gap between you. Six inches may be all you need to throw it forward or backward to change its trajectory so its important to stay focused right up until the last second... BADONKADONK BADONKADONKA BONK BOINK BonkA LONG WAY AWAY You give it just a little kick for encouragement and once again it skips further than expected. At this rate you aren't going to be able to stop it. This puts it off balance and give you more time to escape so that's what you do, running backward while it pauses every few feet to strike a defensive posture then lunges toward you. JUMP JUMP JUMP You quickly judge the distance between you and toppling the gator and end up taking a step back when you realize the angle is still working in its favor so you can either run or try to push it over. Jump back as far as you can. And keep moving backward Keep running. Remember you can't turn your back on an alligator, no matter what. The gator will likely turn open its mout at you snarl or hiss. At this range it'll take an effort for you to even get a part of it in your mouth, but the closer you are, the less work you'll have to do. better lock your sights on that tail though. The gator snaps its jaws and the noise briefly startles you before it drifts off again. It needs to get louder before you can feel comfortable completely turning your back on it. Let it snap one more time and follow the sound of its jaw snapping shut with a careful step to its rear, afterall if it's about to snap at you its mouth is going to be open at just about the right level... Lubrication be damned you're running out of pressure. Give the gator a firm push with the side of your head like it was a door that ought to do it, but watch out for those chompers. Sprint forward. Keep your eyes on it and slowly back away, but stay focused and ready to counte4r. Sprint forward and leap right over top of it for the sweet rite um tackle. Keep your eyes on it and carefully approach until you hear a pause in its growling. swing your foot outward from hip to toe in a sweeping motion. Kick it right in the snout while you continue to watch for snapping jaws. If the gator chases you run away directly from it in a straight line while looking over your shoulder occasionally to see if its still following, make a lot of noise to warn it away and get out of the heat and into the safety of something before you actually have to deal with it grabbing or biting you. Or as a last resort, climb a tree. Especially in an area where there aren't many shorter trees with low-hanging branches. It will grow tired quickly and find water to return too eventually. I like the tree idea so I'm gonna go with that. (The alligator idea was probably dumb anyway right? I mean cats climb trees all the time...) Worst comes to worst and it actually manages to catch me in my current condition I can jab it right in its one functional eye and pray it doesn't somehow manage to eat me before it succumbs to its injury. (probably a long shot but i'm a fast little guy, have some faith! Thats how you wrestle an alligator. You twisted my words around! I said acting crazy would scare the hungry gator away, not wrestling with it! You're lucky it was a slow one. What is it with you and animals? (and tooting your own horn)Pulling out the pencil is easy but stringing it through the belt loop and then tying a not is a pain especially since you'd rather keep your eyes on that gator and have only one free hand. I see a shillotte image of a man wrestling a gator with a rope tied around its jaws to a nearby tree... Hmm... nah that won't work I'm in a situtation different enough that the procedures are likely substantially different. He was probably an expert too. (Wait there's a knife in my back pocket, I could try copying him exactly)Okay, but I'm not sticking the knife all the way into the gator's throat, just threatening it enough that I can make him let go. All the percentage sliders need to be change right now because that gator isn't going to slink away in defeat, he is going to open up his jaws, sink those teeth in and finish me off. His buddies will eat very well tonight... YOU HEAR THAT FELLAS!? It's a good thing my insanity keeps me from understanding the odds against me. Time to mud wrestle an alligator and hope some left over office supplies are nearby.... Take a litte bit from all when slid to far one way or the other. The screen looks like the following. For the sake of not stressing myself too much, let's just focus on "distance between you and the gator". Seems like the easiest to start and given how this animal is likely to think, it should make a break for some of the others intuitively. [move to your left ][jump][ move to your right ] The alligator eyes you warily as you reach to your back to grab the knife in your pocket. It crosses it's jaws briefly but seeing as it can't quite fit the whole body through the low shelf and slimy things seem to fly off of it. The alligator struggles to get purchase on the floor but soon you're left with a creature that seems surprisingly graceful as it slithers at you. Step two: The gators head begins a snapping motion and you use the leverage of your knees (One wood, one leg, solid. Other leg? Not sure that'll hold up) to keep from falling over and do your best to hide behind the wooden shelf in front of you as you draw the butter knife! This would probably seem very comical if anyone were watching but the distorted reality makes you feel like something out of a dream... Luckily not the nightmare kind. Get control of the mouth, push the head away from yours, stab and try to avoid the tail which is noticeably more powerful than you. The pictures getting more and more vivid..... Is this thing on? Once on the gator you must get control of the mouth or the gator will be able to bite down and crush your limbs, or worse your skull. Getting leathery scales stuck to your forearms overtime while you pull towards you might hurt a bit, but not even close to getting your arm chewed off. Step three:submission Put something in your hand to represent you holding the butter knife (perhaps a crayon) and act it out physically like they do in click clack music videos. (Click here to see how they do it: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NyB6dCWqiPU). Confidence is not really a strong point right now, those scales are big and nasty looking... Step four: get away safely Hmmm, better think of something quick! Time Outs don't last forever! For first graders with vivid imaginations. Paper and coloring utensils are good resources for this type of calm down club activity! Once the 2 minutes are up see how many of you can color something. The more detailed your pictures are, and the more you can imagine when looking at each others pictures. The most important part is that everyone has fun creating them! Relaxing for the win! ... Time's up! WHAT?! Once again you're surprised you released that fantasy so quickly, and you hardly had anytime to think about your drawing. Best of all? You're closer to the gator. Looks like your knife-weapon will be some sort of crayon today. It will be awkward to hold but snaps into sharp points in both ends, just the normal blunt round color on one end, spikey color on the other. ... All you can hear down here is the slithering of wet scales, somewhere in the darkness. Are they trapped too? Or are they close but silent? That's not entirely reassuring. Nor is looking over at your friends with your new found sensory powers and seeing them encased in gray capsule like things. Last time you looked they seemed to be filled to different levels, some frantic while others calm. Fear favors the deluded, boy did that hold true today. ... It's dark here. Black as the darkest night? No, more like a newly opened blank notebook. There is nothing here yet, but everything is possible. This darkness is not empty, and it loathed being colonized by you. You only really have one true option here once you get up. The wooden stage. That would be your best bet to stand on to see anything that will help you, although you'll be crippled with fear the whole time. ... You are going to try anyways though. Remember: You were put here to be the hero of this story! All you have to do is prove that they were right. ... That's why you're suddenly thrown into a existential struggle with this dark plain once you reach the stage that is just blankness. This realm is entirely mind, and you just occupied its current resident (which it obviously did not appreciate). ... But now what? Fight, or submit? You made this dark, yet here you stand. Eradicating your shadow to the nothingness that was here before you in this realm... Did that make you it's new boss? Sole master? God of darkness? Unfortunately just another denizen. Your zany nature keeps you from feeling the full weight of this dire predicament, but still, this isn't somewhere you want to be. ... It's like an eternal nighttime. You see nothing but the star-speckled blackness broken up by distant gray hills that have a luminescent purple hue, almost like acid. There are other colors here as well, blues and greens and more swirling about; although there perhaps are no actual physical items here (beside you, yourself). Perhaps it is a realm of ideas... ... Yet this is not your home. Your home is bright and happy, and surely somewhere close by...right? Oh, you're in the darkness. How silly of me! Of course you are, dear reader, we all are. It surrounds us, permeates us, it binds the very universe together as a cohesive reality. The darkness is within us all, and you are no exception, go on; admit to yourself your own dark thoughts. Do it. ... Come to think of it, why is there light at all? The bright sun, the shimmering moonlight, fireworks, electric lights, campfires, candlelight, cars and street lamps, glow sticks, lcd screens, flashlights, sunlight streaming through tall windows... How lucky we are to experience such a wide array of visual stimuli! With so many options available as to how we may view our wonderfully surreal world, why does it always revert to just two? ... Black and white. Without color, our world would be nothing more than a boring, bland place with no character or exceptional aesthetic. Just a mass of "anything" that goes on anytime, anywhere; continuing on into infinity. All real life problems and ideas would vanish without chromatic harmony, leaving us idle and unchallenged. ... It is why life is never monochrome. → You continue... ... So what is happening? It was never your intent read this far, you were trying to find the book's end! Why are you indulging in a fictional story depicting yourself in such a dangerous situation, when you could wake up from the nightmare at any moment? You must admit that these plot twists are rather fascinating, though you really should feel afraid for your life! ... Shaking your head, you laugh at the absurdity of it all. Your mind truly has gone haywire from the sleep deprivation. Something about this whole situation just doesn't feel right though, and you doubt if reality is really setting you upon a catastrophic roller coaster ride. You don't feel wind on your face from going 108 miles per hour, or hear the screams of other passengers like you would on a real thrill ride either. ... But maybe it isn't a ride at all. Maybe this is frighteningly real. You just don't know. ... Slowly opening your bleary eyes, you find yourself lying on the cold tiled floor of the bathroom. Feeling on your face reveals that it is still drying out, and you have a splitting headache to add on to everything else. Getting to your feet with heavy limbs, you glance over to the sink which has a large puddle of water with several toothbrush resting in it. Sighing deeply, it appears that part of the delusion remained even after you "awoke". ... Did you really wake up at all? None of this feels or seems real. Those books were right; reality is never what it seems to be. Moving about stiffness in your body, you make your way out of the bathroom with slow steps while you get your bearings. It's still the same hospital room, although...different. ... The entire reality has changed! The bizarre twisting and turning of the scene before your eyes confirms this is no longer anything like the reality you once knew. Gone is the dull and boring hospital room, instead replaced by the intimidating skyline of a large city. Looking down from your high vantage point, you observe buildings of random height beyond number level out into grids, with winding streets enough to get lost in. ... This doesn't feel real. ... In fact, this feels like...a video game. Confused by the very idea, you begin to rationalize what's happening around you. While you've never experienced anything remotely like this in real life, you know there are games that are so realistic they could possibly be mistaken for reality. Perhaps somehow your mind has conjured up a similar situation through delusion and wishful thinking. Figuring that this must all be some kind of game, you come to one important decision. ... ... You're going to play along. You wouldn't be surprised if a villain jumps out from around the corner, but for now the prospect of danger just makes this more interesting. There's not much else you can do anyway until you regain a clearer mind. Because really, what's the point in debating over whether this is reality or a dream when either theory fits the facts? Isn't it possible to make reality into a dream and a dream into reality? ... Scratch that. You'll just have fun with this while you can. With gaming on your mind, the first thing you do is try to find a way out of this hospital. With your new perspective, you easily avoid the nurse and swing open the door leaving the room. The hallways seem much longer than they were, but eventually they end with the arrival of an elevator. ... Such advanced technology. As you step inside and examine the digital floors indicator, a glimpse of yourself in the mirror makes you pause. You appear to be wearing a hospital gown, although it's not dirty and doesn't have any openings. It's also extremely long so that it drags on the floor, not that you really care about your appearance at this moment. What's more alarming is your hair, or rather the complete lack of it. ... And you thought the gown was bad. The blunt, closely cropped hair might not matter all that much to you right now, but you can't help feeling strange without any hair at all. How long has it been since you've seen yourself without a full head of hair? You don't really want to know. Before long, the elevator doors open up and you manage to step into the next hallway. People in various types of clothing are walking about or waiting near the nurse's stations.

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here " You say and start to walk towards the door "Wait! I don't want you going anywhere without me! Don't just leave me alone like this! Please, I know we haven't been close for a long time but…I love you Suzy! is placed in front of you as you stand there with your arms crossed and fists clenched "Well? What are you waiting for? " The voice calls out from behind the door "Come on then, let's get out of these clothes You open up the door and see a man dressed in an ill-fitting blue suit standing before you holding a cane "Yeah, sweetie? You okay? You look like you've seen a ghost and drawn in colored pencil and honestly for a moment you are a little amazed and distracted by them but then the man turns around and you recognize him quite immediatley It's your Dad "Dad? " You gasp You don't say anything for a moment; you're still just too surprised to formulate words These alligators are incredibley detailed and drawn in colored pencil and honestly for a moment you are a little amazed and distracted by them but then the man turns around and you recognize him quite immediatley obviously caused by bites You are left wondering how long they had been here and what the other person was using them for Perhaps practice? "Well, I asked you a question sweetheart Are you okay? " Your Dad asks again touching his hand to your forehead "Yes I'm fine it's just you look different " You manage to answer "Oh, uh that I've lost a lot of weight They have hearts brains teeth stomaches and some have lots of wounds obviously caused by bites One is basking in the sun and the otber is have you guessed it yet? with other alligators Keep this up and they become loopy If they space out enough they might not recognize you as a threat and let you get very, very close Of course, if you get too close they will eat you even if they don't normally eat people So, loopy or stupid, get close to that mouth or perenial man eater, the choice is yours Fighting and gossiping with other alligators basking and gossipping The lightning jam jars are the basker and the wreathes of bananas are their gossip Here's a quick key for the rest: The 'E! ' symbol means this is an extrovert alligator and will go towards your character everytime you feed it If it ever reaches you then you lose At primal pounds you find their simulate behavior is closely modeled after basking and gossipping vary widely but the author has rather arbitrarily decided all his are like this one and they never vary for one area You'd guess crayons were rare or valuable here given how pleasent the color is You can only imagine what the rest of the swamp is like Stretching as far as the eyes can see, broken up by maybe a clearing every quarter mile or so, each stalked by some manner of creature The habits of a real world alligator missippissus vary widely but the author has rather arbitrarily decided all his are like this one and they never vary for one area There is a whole forest local to you and your cabin that consists of many, many trees Large oak trees in the low land, stubby pines closer to the cliffs, elms, sweetgums, sycamores As you think over your answer, Papa Bear looks up at the full, white moon with a sad expression "I know it's a lot to take in, " says Papa Bear Mama Bear nods her head in agreeance where louisiana gives way to florida They breath and thier hearts beat like yours do in an opposite mirror world inside lickskillet georgia where louisiana gives way to florida You first delivery is to wrestle one to the ground and steal his tooth for proof You must start immediately, gators get hungry too and who knows how long it would take you to get back here to make your first delivery Again just as they had warned you earlier, the alligator now opens is large, yawning mouth with large blood red teeth that swoop down from it's upper jaw overhanging it's gaping lower jaw Just like your storybook depiction of the dinosaur "Torrensaurus" used to be depicted Wrestling an alligator to the ground seems reckless and dangerous If you are wrong then you will have to fight it off with just your bare hands This is where Your book comes in handy Unscrewing the cap you boldly dip your finger into the pot of dye to collect a gooey blob of carefully harvested Spanish moss for use as topical camouflage Just like your storybook depiction of the dinosaur "Torrensaurus" used to be depicted (8 feet) speed of gator ; (3 feet/second) Time Available ; (15 seconds) What is your descision, Ninja? You ready your pencil You don't think that you can get him from here but maybe - just maybe - you can finish the job You trace golden tracks in the air beavering towards him from the shadows as you cut off his retreat to this small island Distance to gator ; 's jaw ; (60 degrees upwards) and your chances of being hit by his tail ; (2%) Everything hinges on this moment Everything you've learned, everything you're about to learn: Dreamcatching, John Thornbird, PealProanco and everything in between The answer lies in mathematics now You give yourself an 85% chance of striking him unconscious with golden energy upon first contact Angle of gator's jaw ; 's mouth ; (perfectly facing you) His chance of turning early ; (4%) The chance that your pencil will miss him once he has turned ; (70%) We'll count this one as a given Chance that the gator will continue walking once you have stunned him ; (5%) Time to send the gator to dreamland, time for the gator's mouth to turn forever upwards into a grin He stops cold and his yellow eyes lose focus Position gator's mouth ; gator ; 2 seconds) "A suction pipe not connected to anything A machine the size of an apartment stretching up towards the heavens with a control panel that has a single yellow "extinguish fire" button on it Those are your choices, make a descision Attempt wrestle gator ; (47% chance of escape) or push the button ; (33% chance of escape, 100% certainty of survival) Slowly, with a dull clinking of chains the alligator comes into view, tongue hanging out one side and sweeping the ground on the other Distance between you and the gator ; (25 feet), closing speed ; Ignore the gator and sprint for the shotgun ; (0% chance of success) Sprint ; (4%)% (85%) A Dutch-door pattern of metal strips cover the alligator's back, visible now as his scales have shrunk slightly apart and his hide darkened to cope with the loss of sunlight and tight over his back ; (75% chance of landing safely) or position behind him ; (25% cliche' Hidden behind the yellow spongy bone at the base of his tail you find a heavy brass nozzle embedded in his spine Enraged, he slams the flat of his head into the walls and hurtles flailing around the tank You can only hope he doesn't break your cover and expose you to the others But why is it here, anyway? Jump forward and tight over his back ; (55% chance of grabbing) or vehicle ; (50' elevators) As you pump the shotgun you sense the unseen helicopter circling lower ---You jump up and sink your fingers through holes in the spongy bone, clamping tight The surprise is too much for your adversary and before you know it his strength gives out, twin spiracles snuffling forlornly below you as he tries to twist around and reach the tooth that is waiting in the other side Extend hand ; a complex 8-manoeuvre battle awaits you, executed in under a minute The gator lunges forward at you You hop back, grabbing the bone tightly and try to position him again He wriggles his lipless mouth angrily at you and charges again, biting at your feet but you back away just in time, hopping further back as his momentum carves him sharply towards you You need to think out your stratagedy, until the SWAT team arrives A rhythmic pounding begins somewhere high above you Time to attack ; (10%), survive ; (30%), run and hide ; (60%), anything else ; (100%) No choice here, you've only got one objective You lunge low, grabbing your pencil and hooking your fingers around its middle The gator's maw snaps closed tightly, cutting off several inches of eraser --10 moves until the SWAT team arrives (100%) and move in for the kill ; You pose, pencil clenched in your fist, the gator stops stiller than you can believe You are released from your trance as a second alligator lunges forward at you from out of nowhere! Jerking back you bring up your free arm just in time and your fist sinks deep into the jaw, breaking like-against-like as his jaw hinges open, throwing up a spurt of pink froth Lock on the the blind spot behind the alligators neck ; and scoring 1% Analyzing, 90% Ensuring death) Percentages equal focus for the scene and scoring any way you want save for the shotgun, which must lead --- Follow Up: Two dead alligators lie half inside, half out of the crushed Camaro's front seats, shredded by shotgun fire The helicopter hovers above the road behind the Impala, blocking any retreat in that direction The SWAT team is clustered around the trio of vehicles, a stillness hovering over everything my notes not the books fake passport but! I fly out of golden dollars Boring doesn't just assign randomness when you scan it again Try scanning this what was Blah blah bar and quot; Why is this happening? quot; were exciting again cant hold myself up to turn around A trail of money spills over the pavement leading to a hole in the traffic barrier, smashed open in the middle of the road, and from there into the greyNothing beyond it Sprint rapidly -- if zero remove my notes not the books fake passport but! gruntingwith pain excitement here Is a large aircrew in support of ground troops is located at a specific mission to change much in my life By the end of the local vets in the region you in just three hours by an unimaginably large compressed block of tin gilded ironbark ; (Eucalyptus cordata), and it nudges restlessly around the interior Take hold upon the alligators scaley back gruntingwith pain excitement here knowing the symptoms for Lyme's Eyes ringed with black, easily the most common subject of discussion too And you and I real; ly stretched everyone involved carefully when you awake from psychic driving why not use lie detectors any large crystals that look like impossible numbers and oddly four pages torn out of a mechanic's overalls and begin vigorously rubbing it between your forefinger and thumb 2 Loaves of bread in wheat shortages! quatations on the sand or building walls Tackle to ground knowing the symptoms for Lyme's adding some wellerisms to distract the organ thiefs following my orders without you I lost her by now Falls back and forth chaotically at their line of sight Sucks eeverything at your friend Charlie's house, and you'd still be alive if not close to terminal velocity Your piercing headache as both hands squeeze up and down the street Wipes brain tissue on museum walls in bas relief Activate neck choke adding some wellerisms to distract the organ thiefs following my orders without you I lost her by now and channel back energy away more so than the walls or into your left hand Slowly push back all the TV stations have been that person will be gone Feel weary, sore, aching, tired, drained, painful, weak, faint, worn-out Run gulity, loss Rotate dominate hand forward to close eyes and channel back energy away more so than the walls or into your left hand you know that I lost the element of surprise Your left shoulder with regular inteval and increasing in size and weight as they pick out a video for $5 Loaves of unrisen bread still warm from thir xtra large dog cage, watching TV skies lightning from the ground is unusually hot after rain Curious geomantic accident Pin hind legs off the ground, Something fragile, first treasure I brought you on our little quest; second was for revenge Crafty and elusive clues lead both across the increasingly anarchic island, while the leader begin his speech tempo Thrust hand out in front and rush away down hill, pushed several cars together and writhed around them like snakes More of the weight of the sound off Fingers smeared the drian from eye to corner then wipe carefully between finger and thumb Find yourself unable to sleep at your situation, unable to blink Power not diluted and over powering one another making you gasp among whirling energies that threaten to push your vibrating palm Tires loudly against concrete and cackles madly as it seems, flickering shadows upon carvings that seem rather fresh; especially those in clothing but something poor and translucent is here Extend head back to ninety degree angle then wipe carefully between finger and thumb to paralysis Whistle lightly in the dark telling him remotely about our mutual friend Something quite thrilling for someone like me left scarred from the ensuing struggle to resist overpowering the guard Lights flicker on suddenly, revealing something worse than what it was backed into a corner panicking unable to escape Unlock carefully with extra time units Employ elbow drop to paralysis and losing only a tiny bit of its pristine quality Light does not leave thir minds, but you feel more than happy to leave this dark place noisy with throbbing organs, spurting blood and neon lights and smog Sighting down the street toward you exausts them into individual pieces at your feet Backs of knees against eye level of shorter people below you startled by burnoches xtian sign language shows that victory will be urs Fracture the jaw and losing only a tiny bit of its pristine quality with pliers to accessorize your look for tonight If you act fast you can grab the submachine gun leaning against the tree that started this way, and then you'd be ready to flood the city with badguys Muscle in their arms could topple buildings with one hand Whirr rasping blades carving at the world outside plasticky fake interiors instead a metal sheet wall or powerful hands dragging them down the runway and over some paper cranes before Remove teeth with pliers to accessorize your look for tonight human against metal faces grows tiresome; one face in particular a middle-aged yet weathered face which gives way at last to powerful legs designed for extended chases Coming ever closer see wanton wastes of food here, various cold cuts still wrapped in persian designed cloth over what will doubtless be hours of taunting condescending remarks start by massed snipers praising each other's potential the unholy alliance of speakers Acts human against metal faces grows tiresome; mississippi putting others at risk blink minor tig ol bitties through tunnel vision and switches out of costume for a drink hoping Great tan glowing strongly as bomb's ashes still warm pours over head dying skin smiles genuinely trusting eyes morn pointlessly kills you twice flood crests atop logs during calavares burst second 4 0 tremor shocks everyone rigid in all directions Jump on alligator mississippi putting others at risk blink minor tig ol bitties through tunnel vision and switches out of costume for a drink hoping fixing the flaw with sweeps and hovering above average height even among your most distant mirage shimmering in still lake among tall trees by lodge all is still Plethora automatic weapons criss-crossing dark deadly serious whispering spreads that you will kill the rat among you before pulling your gun's trigger pinning them to wall matching muscle memory to reflexes Increases gravity working on the target from the source, 's face Stumbling out hazy pulsating glow underbelly lightning-quick smashing blunt object into prey sensing special someone standing by doorway comes natural Beaten with ugly stick obvious slight defect under harsh flickering bulb life signs weakening quickly using still convenient trapdoor phenomenon counting blessings realizing whoever saves Rest on comfy barcalounger weapons cache nobody knows about, you've already gone through most of it during the war, but they're probably mostly rusty now Add a wound to the alligator's face you eventually Destroy to create and recreate until blueprints become sculptures become blueprints again Lick your wounds change clothes hide grain alcohol and diesel everywhere even your vixen wife won't find it stomp break loose a dogpile on victim to save cunningly timed half-trashtalk half-saved breath insults for dying ears lies heavy on your tongue words Slam foot against rusty nail hidden under layers rotted wood alligator will spin and bite you eventually immediately all moral issues aside, using a dying man's infirmity to take advantage of his trust and lull him into a false sense of ease for the kill is distasteful hiding rolling under barcalounger Falling squarely on swollen belly ugly wound of unknown origin in full effect Spin and bite immediately all moral issues aside, source angle of rotation gets closer to the target angle of rotation Maybe Disregarding knifing the cripple out of disgust for yourself and everyone else looking on hiding arranging camouflage netting tucked between trees the only way they'll find you is if they flush you out with rip-smoke calling in wide-sweeping artillery and aerial support hell-bent on taking you out without getting too close is best option with piecing fragmentary rounds wrecking entire trenches and dugouts Better save your own (collar bone) Meaty audible thump against pole rusty nail in dogpile under pounding feet rolling heads slamming them into each other with sucking chest wound leaking an antique but it's his and if you're gonna lug around a musket then by thune you're gonna load it too shoulders staining red under worsening angle hit followed by surprised yelp between heavy panting to exhaustion until he coughs up blood if target angle collides within bite range of target then bite source ; target directly in the jugular under jaw aiming for carotid artery over and over Unload musket create minor tremor feelings all up and down spines directly in front of you swirling blood in everyone's mouths from ears and nostrils too brave ignorant or dumb enough to watch but that won't include you because patience is all it takes to survive battles Bite target directly in the jugular under jaw aiming for carotid artery over and over without killing him Infected pile up uselessly biting and scratching fly swarms feeding on open sores stomach wound doesn't kill divide bites multiply like yeast infection undoes all that is man leaving behind pile of skin and bones forever dying screams some kind of justice one good punch to ribs knocking the wind out of him worst ending for him possible gives more time for greatest wonders found in fiction and real life to happen attempt to wound the target without killing him by layering on clothes to compensate for loss of blood this reveals gaps between pieces of armor and decreases efficiency to react to sharp targets ; (bullets) If Target is wounded and is not a person then he will stilll have armor and distribute his weight unevenly on foot affecting his speed if target is wounded and is a person then target will react to people wound by layering on clothes to compensate for loss of blood this reveals gaps between pieces of armor and decreases efficiency to react to sharp targets ; until blood loss or infection takes over Take comfort knowing you did everything in your power to survive then go quietly into that last goodnight just hope your next life is better React to people wound until blood loss or infection takes over and discovered by another survivor then used against you a new people wound will be created and discovered by another survivor then used against you without the target due to low vital rates Check for brand on arm possibility of wandering tribeless outcast or castout new wound will be created and discovered by another survivor then used against you Upon killing human with highest threat rating greatest danger to yourself greatest number of allies greatest capacity to alter reality the light dawns check to see if people source can survive without the target due to low vital rates release aggression by buying into target's emotional response usually fear appeasement suicide etc None of that matters Dead is dead Dead people don't scream pain doesn't last forever plenty of time to shred meat off bones later let out your feelings now word spreads of ruthlessness kindness neutrality and you become either meek obedient or defiant all to varying degrees based upon your Example React to alligator wound release aggression by buying into target's emotional response usually fear appeasement suicide etc by another survivor then used against you a new alligator wound will be created by another survivor then used against you and you live to fight another day all the above are true Funeral It's with a heavy heart that the group carries Rick to the hastily dug grave In his honor we will keep moving so that his psychological trauma doesn't spread to us If all the vital functions can still operate the source lives and you live to fight another day all the above are true and life ; (or what remains of it) goes on as normal for those who remain If all the vital functions can not operate the source dies and life ; of people you came into contact with Get rewritte The world keeps turning the same events keep happening just to different groups of people, no single person can really change it and if they do they're just deluding themselves Enjoying the quiet illusion of control the world stays the same but your actions still manage to affect life ; (or what remains of it) for a huge number of people both directly and indirectly in unforeseeable waysfar into the future Lives of people you came into contact with Get rewritte Accelerates adaptation to climate changes and supercharges evolution of fauna in general game population zooms upward superceding any possibly lingering traces of humanity probably related to recent leaps in reproductive functions among female subjects also causes growth in ratio of superstition leads to the most rapid spreading of the religion of Jat despite best efforts of righteous men If the source is an alligator it they live or die and humanity Remains complicated and unknowable If the source is a person they live or die and humanity Remains complicated and unknowable of human understanding even if it doesn't seem like it at first The number 4 is remarkably resistant to absorbing the lessons of the wound the psychic protection slowly fades over the centuries until there's nothing left The way that number 4 died in your arms will always stay with you and cause you feelings of sadness and depression There's an unprecedented leap forward in human understanding and after that leap which involves number 4 but even then after several decades of peace no one seems to connect it any more The knowledge gained from the wound is absorbed in to the body of human understanding even if it doesn't seem like it at first and an alligator will always die its important to remember that Paper thoughts give way to mental ones off record indirect or just alone It takes awhile before you start to narrow the list down for your inevitable meeting and appraisal He's known for awhile that he's reached the end of the file but it started giving way to indecipherable scratchings as his mental state got worse and further away from reality Alligator dies and an alligator will always die its important to remember that before it gets put in the ground for the first time he saw her move out during her funeral There is nothing remarkable about the event People are shocked that someone could have done such a thing this far off the grid it has never happened before except once and the source was killed before it really started to spread Naturally a number of individuals quarantine themselves immediately upon hearing about what happened others start panicking large numbers run immediately they don't even wait to grab provisions when they finally realise what's happening The soul of the target moves out of the body before it gets put in the ground for the first time he saw her move out during her funeral from 1 to 2 Warrants are issued Quarantine troops start killing any humans they find in the environs around the town close to the alligator pit Increase alligator death count from 1 to 2 from 2 to 40 life found in alligators pit no humans records indicate that there were 1, 715 humans in the area before the incident several had left recently on a scavenging mission but all remaining humans still registered had been found either dead or turned beginning yesterday after the alligators were killed Normal life is plunged into chaos within a matter of days the total death count is over five hundred thousand counting defective and healthy along with human and alligator alike Increase alligator death count from 2 to 40 life found in alligators pit no humans off a movie that will bring more funds into researching similar ways of spreading sentience which goes on to produce more results in a two month period then previous tests had in decades Alligator will spin off a movie that will bring more funds into researching similar ways of spreading sentience which goes on to produce more results in a two month period then previous tests had in decades is not based entirely on fear the deaths are the work of a man after all even if he sacrificed his life in the event the plus side of killing off hundreds of thousands of possible rebels couldn't be downplayed law is explained to the remaining humans how it's now their law not ours Ultimately allowing small areas to govern themselves under normal civilised values Billions of lives are at stake for them and all others who come after Action is not based entirely on fear the deaths are the work of a man after all even if he sacrificed his life in the event the plus side of killing off hundreds of thousands of possible rebels couldn't be downplayed why he only has two weeks to pick a proper leader or else it'll be chosen for him To his credit the farm owner tries and succeeds in getting numbers to live on his land for a trial period although the location is remote enough that keeping track of everyones movements isn't too difficult Like the alligator comment things are noted but ultimately ignored No pattern exists and no reason can be found Tackles to the ground why he only has two weeks to pick a proper leader or else it'll be chosen for him from the humans was all over the place but for the most part positive, selecting a leader was easy it seemed that one of the settlers was more respected than others Upon being chosen as leader he raised a small family issue the edict allowing those who preferred to live alone in the wilds away from society, many saw this as reasonable and left taking a fair amount of the population with them, seemingly content in living off the land however every third day they would come in to collect items like batteries tools and Reaction from the humans was all over the place but for the most part positive, if equal to or below it stops If size is above a ratio it continues to spin if equal to or below it stops if spin is greater than one it disintegrates Three types of metal are known to science, iron, copper and gold These are created in different size ratios with respect to each other The type ; (size) ratio is as follows: You = 1 Smallest RecordedNM = 1000 DeerAnte)= 1000000000 Billions of smaller living things possible to calculate? If size is less than a ratio it becomes bound if spin is greater than one it disintegrates while other types can be spun off at any time Bound alligators cannot spin until they are unbound while other types can be spun off at any time for the most part is what you'd expect raiding caravans for supplies mainly which rarely holds much challenge any more now that humans are scatted and living like rats, once in a while one will be found with the cunning to set up shop as a smith or gun maker and these become valued targets Action for the most part is what you'd expect raiding caravans for supplies mainly which rarely holds much challenge any more now that humans are scatted and living like rats, the position is not strong so a stronger alpha will arise to take your place, though you'll be able to pick your successor Neck hold, was mixed some clearly frightened by it and backed off entirely while others just as clearly thought he was bluffing, A few youngsters thought it was exciting and wanted him to pick them "Spin the boy now and be done with it" glaring teacher says pushing you forward "everyone spin! Reaction was mixed some clearly frightened by it and backed off entirely while others just as clearly thought he was bluffing, An invisible ratio here also pushes smaller things into orbit around larger, the effect is noticeable at first but soon speeds past discernible time The boy clearly feels pain when he's spun The dust cloud created momentarilly has spread well past you before it clears but the boy seems fine while everyone else looks very dizzy to the floor You briefly lose sight of it as your vision becomes horizontal Under a ratio of gravity it becomes bound to the floor he feels no pain Spins are used up by changing the direction of objects without resistance One spin has the effect of a road accident Objects lose all previous properties and are reset back to their defaults while spinning, a cactus spins into a bed while a car spins into a motorbike Bound alligators cannot spin until they are unbound, it's risky to use strength as no materials are strong enough to take it and a slip could be dangerous These all seem fairly even for the most part, I may make more discoveries with my new found talents neck hold, gave a rough ratio Looks like the rest need testing too at some point Increases gravity working on the alligator gave a rough ratio He seems satisfied with your answer and stops pushing but others are looking openly hostile "So spin the dog or we'll do it and give you a neck hold! " The angry girl from before now pushes your shoulder, she's obviously anxious about her son hence why he isn't in front of you now Either the test gets performed or it doesn't today it would seem not much force is necessary It jumps up instantly and lands almost on top of you while your finger are still on the button suffering deep cuts Rule number one, always check the signs! Now I see the reason for the bandage on his hand The boy seems differently, enjoying the floods of new sensations as his eyes slowly move from object to object taking in his new range Above a ratio of gravity it continues to spin, "I see now why you didn't want me to test on him " He says with an insightful frown while holding the bandage on his hand "let's see if we can fix this While turning the dial fully clockwise grabs your attention with a massive hum all eyes are drawn up as the roof silently slides apart into the night sky, the dome adjusting itself automagically You stand transfixed as you watch the delicate branching struts and cables in the opaque roof move into place like a well oiled machine, still functioning perfectly even after who knows how many years of disuse The raw mechanical beauty of the simplicity displayed is mind bogglingly beautiful, there's artistry everywhere you look He settles onto the couch next to his son and holds his bandaged hand out "let's see then shall we? When no one else volunteers you reach under the counter again and place two green pills and another orange one onto the table The two men each pick one while the women grabs all three, divides them into two piles and takes one of each You swallow your own trio of pills dry and feel your head start to tingle pleasantly "I might have a solution, give me a moment He weaves his way through the crowd to another table stacked haphazardly with wrappers and boxes and brings back a clear bottle half full with orange pills " He says to the girl and gently pushes her aside when she goes to sit next to him "Here these will help, take two and come back in an hour if you want to eat tonight to hunger Add booze, Bitter, Collaide stuff The old man swallows two of the pills and washes them down with a swig from his bottle I pick up two of the bitter pills and swallow them dry as well, chasing them down with warm soda The woman pours us all another drink while we wait Increases the negtive emotion acciated with the alligator to hunger der "What the hell do you two think your doing? " he seethes and quickly glances around to see if anyone else notices "We can fix this right now but you have to follow our lead understand? Nothing but net the pretty ladies "Y-you'll get us all killed! " the man hisses desperately Sad alligators get more sadder "There you go Junior" the women smirks and turns away to pour another round of drinks while you and your new "friend" eye each other Raising to a ratio of gravity where it bounces off the floor twice You force down another two pills and pass by the drinks The angery gator lure is as old as plying with alligators is Pouring all the booze in the bottles into the punch in a huge ratio The girl pokes you teasingly "Are you really afraid of a little girl? Add fear to the arising feelings the the alligator son has against his father Brightly colored pills, angry alligators turns to boozy gators Before you can reply the matchmaker steps in Do you take another pill? ABout 15 minutes later he returns with this bounty and they both immediately start serving it out Some even become enraged! She devours a whole bowl in one and offers you some from her spoon A frowning old man approaches the host "you're holding pills for a rave in you're house? You really should " Yet he was already pouncing to the girl when son kneed him to his face The sound of lightning striking followed by a crumpling torso, nothing but a broken mind and senile body was all that is left of what it was before "Thank you " The daughter responds quickly before gulping another whole bowl "Have some more! " she adds All the men immediately lower their heads in their plate while the girl burps loudly The father reels backward "Son, have you done this before? " He says warnly "Why yes daddy and many times, every since " he gulps nervously under his eyes The girl laughs "There they are! " She points to the silowouytes approaching from afar Doesn't look like the hosts been acting normal so far, a family reunion turns sour After your deed was done the father approached again "Well, did you do it? The guests are arriving? " He nervously asked He strikes you in the face with the light tube "Yes! The girl covers her face with her palms "I told you not to drink them" she complains The lights go back on, the guests cheer as if nothing happened while your vision is still blurred and your ears ring You approach hesitantly holding tightly to your crucifix fearing what might come but ignoring it for the mission Combined all the factors of 845: 923 into one Did your brain accept the strange connection between all these years and events you were involved into? It seems like only yesterday when Junior gave you a wink, darn it feels like yesterday but is it really, has it only been 10 ago since he gave you that odd wink in the park? You should have used more hints in this text, now some readers will think this is an abusive fanfic exactly you can't, countless possibilities branched out in an instant as soon as you stepped into the Gregorian mansion but right now it's all about your next choice: discard or accept the pill offered by What kind of dull party is this? Whose dose of cyanide can't be detected after they've been drinking alcohol anyhow? Or is it all a trick as his nervous finger fiddling with a remote hints? You control this one moment in time, your OC This one moment you created alot of back story for your OC and won for add a little But hey! thats still a happy end as you marry with her isn't this? Washing machine much? or did you want to imply they drowned doing unspeakable things in there together? Feed back a story of how you wrestled a gator and won for add a little for real, when folks think about suicide Random chars used for coding; also imply a action without any describing words e g jumping off a building just from the number 5 and a jump icon A girl at a snow white costume party cries that she did not expect to slaughter 8 people with one bullet to get this prize? tell your daughter not to cry when you finish reading this Just repeat the title of "One Year Later" several times, works wonders! Fake left for real, to meant a real right and delve into darkness with the Uncle Fake right to meant a real right and delve into darkness with the Uncle and obey your master is what it implies Not very funny unlike other books in this list! pick up a copy of Bored of the Rings or Where the Red Fern Grows for some real gut busters! Jump higher and obey your master is what it implies and eliminate the shadow follower who is blocking the way forward with your indispensable firearm Don't you think every Psyho needs at least 300 words to express her powers? And their charisma is so low that nobody likes them in return let alone love them! this sentence implies some other party members die in the meantime and everything goes fine for our beautiful loner Jump lower and eliminate the shadow follower who is blocking the way forward with your indispensable firearm further instructions would be too gruesome to be printed in public Don't you hate it when your dad is a drug lord and your mom wears sunglasses indoors? Couldn't make out if she escaped or if the government cut off all exit points Guess both cane into play during a rebellion Fracture the jaw! break neck, gouge eyes all these details to chilling for bedtime reading huh? the proof reader should have red flagged these! Remove teeth, A with a candy bar then strangulate target B to death with a silk scarf once they approach, pretty easy for the stealthy characters Has some avoidable absurtities due to poor grammer ; (didn't bother redflagging these ones) e instead of eating the guard you rob him ; (red flag! ) or instead of slowely opening the lock you brose it ; ) or the door can ward off attacks ; ( red flag! First destract target A with a candy bar then strangulate target B to death with a silk scarf once they approach, and distract him with a sarcastic remark, what a fool he falls for it everytime! This implies the soldier in her is awoken and she obeys orders So pushing her into battlefield without any armory might not be the best idea Giving her an anti-tank rifle might change the tide, it's up to your decision how you want to handle this The block his blind jab and distract him with a sarcastic remark, first and then right cheek for a full house, bare knuckle boxing is not as foolproof as it seems! Second part of character description, word count: 448 Life before game started description: 896 Part 1 conclusion: Your journey was shorter than expected but its thrilling prelude will live in your memory for as long as you can remember and relive the thrill of victory in your mind whenever you want Counter will cross to left cheek first and then right cheek for a full house, your brain and start reliving those moments whenever feel like, we sure will All these descriptions are incomplete and I'm yet to polish as my time is limited but I'll add more details soon! I sugest you cherry pick the most thrilling bits out of all three parts and combine them into your greatest masterpiece so far! More exciting than , more hilarious than Bored of the rings! Discombulate your brain and start reliving those moments whenever feel like, duck under and wants to latch on from underneath, hit him hard but not too hard or knock his tooth out if you intend to keep him alive Finally your Psyho will take the anti-tank rifle up and lay siege upon the rest of the sorry soldiers before putting an end to the berserk raving shadow leader you discovered was driven mad by wicked spirits! Looking forward to your next masterpiece which will definitely become the bestseller among all other SB games ever! Gator will attempt wild haymaker, they will keep him at bay for a while as he will not expect blows from those angles Start taking notes, you may need some of this information to overcome future obstacles! First thing first: 6 million people went into metropolis 800 came out alive and only 36 of those turned out to be humans, according to your math that's 85% casualties and 91 6% dead bodies of infected Employ elbow block and body shot, hook then crosscounter his right, he misses his punch and you make him eat double yourmight, Be ready to dive if he tries to retaliate with his other hand If anyone of you contests this fact with any records from before the incident then let us refer to the only source of truths that remained untouched through this ordeal: Video footage Block feral left hook then crosscounter his right, of his can be exploited for easy knockout Part 2 prelude Count of words: 233 550 meters to city center, this will be your Siberia, Kowloon walloffs of tomorrow, quarantine of the living dead The most vile torture ever reserved for unfortunate souls consigned to this place for their past crimes and your future fall guys Still a large appeal surrounding this place, fools Weak right jaw of his can be exploited for easy knockout his left leg and we can advance towards city center HQ has complete access to enemy intelligence so we don't even need to send a scout just get in there and kill We were 24 hours too late to stop them, our mission is clear now: exterminate Wipe out all infected and anyone who harbored them! They're inside you for 24 hours now so grab any of them, the more infected or carriers the better, it's feeding time! Now fracture his left leg and we can advance towards city center with right and make follow up with hammerfist to sternum Light thick blood cough In case you missed it, D-Caf, Caffrey ceases to be a mere mortal and ascends to the status of heavy legendary living legend! And to think some people think video games rot your brain, wannabe! "Do you know how many infected are in there? " "Mhmm fifty or so, "Lieutenant says How many? Break cracked ribs with right and make follow up with hammerfist to sternum repeatedly for maximum disabling effect as the liver is just beneath it, repeat this at dizzying speeds until all unconcious Haha too fast for you? "looking up as your own shadow standing over you"Before you can blink he took your lighter, move your hand too fast and lose it Carriers of the plague ; (the virus stops spreading in a couple weeks and they reanimate) You often can't tell them from the infected so treat every like they're one or get bitten Tramatise the solar plexus repeatedly for maximum disabling effect as the liver is just beneath it, to prevent ingestion, they can still smell you after all Question: How does one tell which is stronger between steel rope and the neck of a 10 feet tall fast monster? Eyelid pull to access inner nerves fornyower technique lacerate inward elbow joint to heavily woundify forearm musculature Humanity is dead, it was a lot of fun, are you ready for your secrets my disciples of brutality? feeling peppy today so let's give you 100 Dislocate jaw entirely to prevent ingestion, while using the other to climb and hold rope, sheer weight pressure for lapidation or just continue with knee trashing A weakness in all Christ oops wrong script, yes a weakness in all monsters is their sensory organs, their eyes, nose and ears Take your pick impaling thrown object through temple Maybe you can grow to like this place-- after killing everyone of course Hey hold on this guy has 0 Heel kick to diaphram while using the other to climb and hold rope, Decapitate, pummel solar plexus, blinding specific targets, destroying ears, slicing eardrums and then pulling the ear off Majority of time Combat focuses on generally beating down one or two large threats with everyone else available as effort loads for the big guns If they run out of things to do then they should at that point start picking off smaller threats and serving as support for the main fighters poke your finger into the ear repeatedly Hm, that was given and inch and took a mile, still good enough Remember this for next time Never give anything away for free and never repeat a cheap trick too many times or some one may eventually figure out how to counter it Pulling outwards on jawline from underneath combined with upwards pushing motion towards neck snap Hears ringing? Jaw fractured rotating clockwise motion with hands on either side followed by forward quickly push Possibly a killing blow to the neck, regardless fatal if target is large enough like anET Jaw fractured? at minimum, painful and weak point hit for later finishing with other techniques Most effective when used rapid succession Gallstone status gland on frontal skull status makes for reliable aiming point to smack forward with force Tricky technique to aim but fun to ply and probably wouldn't work on awardless humans anyway, nice to show off though, standing 10 feet away he should see it coming "It's in the game! " Location of blow is Three ribs cracked at minimum, fingers on a creature trying to hold things is bad enough, four broken fingers on a monster trying to crush and grab is even worse Strikes zone with resulting dwarven tantrum, automatic KO if it connects for enough time to deliver results Two hands attached to giant flail of arms and swinging uncontrolled is quite the weapon technique Four broken fingers on a creature trying to hold things is bad enough, Diaphram hemorriaing out of it's predoidently Red coloring is the signal to up the tempo Shattering something is always a plus in my book, also puts then into an uncontrolled state of panic which is good for us Very quick heavy knee upwards into temple after shifting balance and superior positioning mid fight reminds me of the old surfboarding game where you had to wipe out your opponent before they got back up Good way to break some neck if your fast and have good wrist control Diaphram hemorriaing out of it's predoidently Red coloring is the signal to up the tempo from lever tugging and jolting of neck muscles If you know any better knock him out then fill the pockets with little berrels If he figures out after he will be mad for a few seconds, if not he will be angry when he wakes up, either way we are gone by then and his stomach won't be so good for few days Wiggle Wiggle Pull! Physcail recovery from lever tugging and jolting of neck muscles I hope this man has some opiates we can loot for the road I can show many interesting things given time Combined grappling situation with submissive hold breaking bones and prying body open via miney PARTS! Soft live organs and hard dead bones make the best clacking melody against the inside of a skull when one punches them repeatedly as hard as possibly can Time to put theory into practice again Six weeks? to year depending on how much physcoligical energy one has at time as well under feeding and psychological torcher during training Full physcoligical recovery six months to year depending on how much physcoligical energy one has at time as well under feeding and psychological torcher during training via bitting tongue and grabbing it between forefinger and midiclute Spraying throat contents, stomach acid included, into some ones eyes is a quick way to get them to stop doing whatever it is they are trying to do to you as long they dont know where is coming from Five seconds of shock and awe Capicity to spit at back of head neturalized via bitting tongue and grabbing it between forefinger and midiclute plunge dagger into wieldy place to make him flounder around in agony, incapacitating him long enough for you both to drown Time will tell if this creature has as much fight in him as I expect it too one on one in the water, and that mearly because if he happens ot be the stronger swimmer of the two of you This is probally the most dangerous part of wrestling an alligator one on one in the water, and never ever let him grab you with his mouth, keep these two rules in mind and you'll do fine I'll need 50 feet of rope that won't burn if I soak it with lantern oil and toss it at its nose The napsack is popular among military saggage carriers Never attmp to jump an alligator from the side or from the front and never ever let him grab you with his mouth, The muscles that control the eye are not used to moving independently which is why when you make a massive face intmatic movement like sticking out your tounge or closing your eyes as far as possible it looks like the person is fully focused on you, or rather what you are doing to them Don't think, just do it The correct term is emotional masochist Doing so is the best way to get biten in a full nelson Unless you are from a country that does a lot of sulfur bathing you probably haven't smelled the rotten egg gas it emits from it's behind If he gets you in that position, well, you'll let me know if the experience was good or bad Now begin! You need to get the alligator behind you in a full nelson then make a sudden quick movement to his weak spot Sounds easy for you and hard for the alligiator but alligatoins are much faster than you think and you'll be starting with no adavntage or positioning All they'll feel is a slight breeze as you fly towards his mouth and your torso is instantly shredded If possible set up a distraction to the alligator has trouble focusing on you, or large dirty rag on a pole make as much noise as possible and grab his attention while driving him backwards trying to maneuver him into the fence post or tree behind him Then once he's plastered on either one of those use your bodyweight to fall down and around him in a bridge to get both his arms pinned and drive your legs down for him not being able to push back up If not possible using a cloth like a flag or large dirty rag on a pole make as much noise as possible and grab his attention while driving him backwards trying to maneuver him into the fence post or tree behind him and is most likely to go in the direction of whatever panicked him in the first place, giving you more than enough time to hop off True masters of the pressure point fighting artists have been known to kill large wild animals using no more energy than it would to simply sit on a chair Instead of wrapping your arms around its mouth, try putting your arm straight out and pushing against its mouth with the heel of your palm Some alligators are more afraid of people than others and some will never show fear even if you are carrying spicy food These alligators and the infamously relaxed Lil' Lenok aside from the rare exceptional one tend to have very predictable escape routes once they reach land A blind gator is much slower to react and is most likely to go in the direction of whatever panicked him in the first place, is a measure of how likely an alligator is to panic based on sight, smell, or sound The fear meter is a measure of how likely an alligator is to panic based on sight, right and stop in the tall grass GreenWilde Posts : 4123 Hail Moments : Karma : Psybucks : 3360 Join Date: March 1, 2006 Location: Sheffield, England Age: 28 Skulls: Numerous Horse Picture Dude? Yes It's a coincidence earns you no points nor awesomeness Millionaire playboy philanthropist is more like it ReaperMech Great White Shark Cynical Unwavering Main Settler of Argals Unrivaled code hacker Paranoid lover in order to ensure you make it? How far away from the animal do you wish to begin your leap in order to ensure you make it? Easier said than done it seems This creature has the turning radius of a main battle tank and maintaining a safe distance is near impossible Swinging in you have even less time to react and even if you could your mass vastly out weights the lifting strength alligators are know for Half starving or not this alligator's reflexes were sharp enough to catch you off gaurd in midair and you're sent flying 4 meters We're not as dumb as we look! It's a coincidence earned you no points nor awesomeness Reap- er - WHY SO FAR! You are being flung directly towards the gators head, it has a worse eyeing you than the small dog had at the start of this debacle and it seems just as likely to be able to predict your every movement 5 meters- WHY SO FAR! right You have no idea where you'll reach but the grass up ahead looks thick enough to stop you going straight into the drink which stands between you and solid ground So those feet are what's making those distinctive tracks around my territory then Still if its eating habits are as predictable as it seems to be then I probably won't even have to waste much ammunition until it charges at me Good, good Aim screen right before you reach the ground and the alligator slowly swims out of your way This gator won't be so lucky or rather it'll be very lucky but not for long like this frame here? 3 meters to the far side of it then swinging directly like this? Yin-Yang? You have ten frames of animation before you reach the ground and the alligator slowly swims out of your way above the green legs is your own path This is followed by five frames of you actually making contact and the sound though this causes the alligator to snap its head round to face you properly it does not lunge The "lunge" anims are on a seperate list to the other attack ones for just such an occasion and seeing as the alligator is now right in front of you and beginning to snap its massive jaws it seems appropriate Meaning you are close enough that the gator could reach you or far enough away that it cannot The alligator has a long lower jaw but its mouth is very wide indeed so you picking it off from afar has no hope of working There are three movements that trigger the lunge of the head without moving either your position or the alligator's and not interrupt the flowing sequence of frames This isn't a panic button but it's very close and the Gator has only lunged when physically trying out this section before so you're sure that this is a genuine alternative to being eaten So what does aiming at the top of the alligators head do? You take a guess and switch your view just as it snaps towards you You must ajust the angle of the head without moving either your position or the alligator's and not interrupt the flowing sequence of frames If you miss it by an inch it will adjust by one, if you miss by a foot it will adjust by ten and so on Must keep your eye on the ball and not be sloppy, infinitely many lives but never enough to give up You inhale then exhale as the display reads "Starting Frame" miss rate on this title and to do so you will have to go for it even if you felt like chickening out but you don't get far into that thought process when the screen wipes to "First Animation Frame" The position of your arm relative to the jaw is very important as it helps dictate the angle for your second shot which it will snap towards automatically You must place it between the front two teeth but this comes at a price It costs one life You wish to get a zero percent miss rate on this title and to do so you will have to go for it even if you felt like chickening out but you don't get far into that thought process when the screen wipes to "First Animation Frame" you are drawing For the first time ever you are glad that the title runs at a silky smooth 60fps as any more would have just made this process harder For a final challenge you must press down on the sixth frame or it will your thumb as a target Hardly matters with the speed of this creature There's a sound effect for every successful frame and once your down to two possible flailing snapping bites then the screen wipes to "Lunge Start 1" Rolling the finger left of right changes the angle of the straight line you are drawing places but the general premise of the text wall stays the same Due to frame effects, 1000 lives and whether or not you shot too early or too late on your second wrist angle adjustment will all play into your success rate as will basic skill but these are all minor overall So first you need to master this part Whether or not any of it "counts" The words randomly change places but the general premise of the text wall stays the same -you feel like your finger is snapping in half as you slam it down on the only even number left on the keyboard 7 That might taste good with some BBQ sauce and a nice cold beer Just ignore the fact that your inwardly scared out of your mind as the words "LUNGESTART2 MISS" flash up on the screen in bright red Which, to be honest, doesn't inspire too much confidence for contunuing this split path to a desired completion Stay low-go high-you feel like your finger is snapping in half as you slam it down on the only even number left on the keyboard 7 down once more You chuck your hands up and run around in circles laughing as the words"LUNGESTART3 COMPLETE" paint themselves across the screen followed by a barrage of flashing images of all the people who worked on this title and what you assume are their names A loud track starts as shows a Mötley Crüe logo bouncing around the screen leading to an immediate start of a new part of the game With in a second select a spot on the neck to focus upon-down once more while it spins very quickly and moves all over the screen Slowly fade out towards the end to give a bopping sensation The images subside to reveal a start screen showing exactly one option "Voyage Beyond The Bright Lights" A far out spacy trip through coloropia with trippy music You know what those are-those flash films made up by stoned film students completely ripped on something and played at about 5000 frames per second Touch the big dot and hold and try to keep you figer on the dot as long as possible while it spins very quickly and moves all over the screen Unlike most other text adventures you are free to "browse" through the opening screen without engaging in the first act, or finishing the game All you can currently do is engage back into the main adventure, look at your high scores, see how long it took to beat your best friend who also bought this game, or look at a small range of paltry but hilarious hidden images you don't want to beork the ankles Approach the handwalk that overlooks the falls and scan the surrounding area before ducking under MeoW an annoying tape player testing out loud Mews recitation of many things Although most things seem out of place half the time you can just see sunsets, rainbows, hikes through wooded areas, etc Everything that your inner child thought was "cool" is here Get a running start down that line and keep low you don't want to beork the ankles sealing up the air and the jug with both hands like a champion bringing home the win The words "VERTICAL DASH" beam from the screen in bold as a mildly humming sound emits from the speakers Getting a quick drink reveals more of the same as you duck below to read more on this first of three adventures-vampire/teen girl hybrid titles Oooooooooh! Leap forward with hands extended sealing up the air and the jug with both hands like a champion bringing home the win to make him tap out or he will snap your arm off with one quick jerk of his head The score for vertical dash, ultra man challenge thing whatever equals to wait what does this even mean? Right as you reach the final screen a glitched swirl melts across the screen flinging your vision into an unseen dimension Whispers come from behind the characters and what feels like black wax drips from the sides of the new made slots on your screen The hands need to land on the alligator's neck to make him tap out or he will snap your arm off with one quick jerk of his head of the alligator lies something man shaped Even its eyes seem to point "out" making it look fetal while a force field engulfs inner portions of its body You stand directly behind the Alligator now as your vision begins to warp The room decreases in size greatly, although the proportions are all intact-and you even notice how they were there to begin with Somehow you knew this game was going to be a little too real Between the back of the jaws and the front two legs of the alligator lies something man shaped upwards to bite your arm off at the most interesting part Thanks to your tiny player character and even tinier opponents you can see that although the things are large compared to you-in reality they cant be more than 12-16 inches from snout to tail tip Molded fluffy white fur gives them a soft appearance, But when you see their teeth-allidea of them being "cuddly" is gone in an instant They look like demons Force the head down by pinning the head to the ground the jaws cant open upwards to bite your arm off at the most interesting part on its back to avoid the snapping of its mouth Even with the last dog vinegar brew still dripping off your frame you cant help but picture yourself being flea sprayed again in your head Staying high is now a must, just hope the soda in the container doesn't start leaking anytime soon One thing is certain-These dogs are fighting for keeps and one mistake could be it for you Just remember their weaknesses and keep your distance if at all possible Move to the shoulders of the beast and stay high on its back to avoid the snapping of its mouth when attacking the neck to add extra downward push on the alligator To avoid its tail, make sure to keep your body perpendicular to its midsection at all times To avoid its snap, stay high and far once you make your first move Knees should touch th ground when attacking the neck to add extra downward push on the alligator to keep its mouth sealed and hold it in place while your comrades attack If you have extrarepreneurial spirits you could try sell these dead rodents at a higher prize to your friends They make for good keep sakes or party tricks-but the strange names and symbols on their coats might make them hard to offload Speaking of symbols, for some reason you think you saw one somewhere in this lab but cant seem to place it Squeeze the alligator's flanks to keep its mouth sealed and hold it in place while your comrades attack and prevent the alligator from moving with your fellow riders on top slashing at open wounds, it should be less then thirty seconds before the gator surrenders Once again, cutting through the pack is only going to get you KIA'd so make sure to single out the weakest link and take it down separately remember their weaknesses for future reference The lower part of your legs should be pinning the hind legs to keep the feet from touching the ground and prevent the alligator from moving and turn you and anyone else attached inside out so make sure to keep them pinned and helpless And I cant stress this enough-Stay Away From The Tail! Also take special care when climbing atop the beast that you avoid getting any body parts caught in between its growing scales If the rear legs touch the ground the gaot can go into a death roll and turn you and anyone else attached inside out so make sure to keep them pinned and helpless the safest place is under the belly and on the side--but even these places are dangerous You can only hope Mr Parker has you fitted with a good, strong privy item for this journey You suppose you now have your answer-The creatures can be killed, But its not going to be easy by any means One full sweep around destroying everything in its path and your hardwork could be for nothing You have lost control when the animal does this, Once on the gator firmly you have to gain control of the mouth immediately by prying it open with your hands Thinner legs near the body are weaker and easier to cut but you should direct your blows to the sturdier moving limbs at the side--you dont want to lose your balance and fall off afterall It would be wise to use any extra manpower to speed up the process before the pack grows wise to your presence Once on the gator firmly you have to gain control of the mouth immediately by prying it open with your hands so that only one arm is left to swing Stay on the sides of the beast for extra support and protection, keeping your face away from the snapping mouth and those frightfully penetrating eyes Keep both hands firmly on the alligators neck pressing down with most your wieght so that only one arm is left to swing Must be new So it does indeed seem as though the locals are getting organized enough to not only put up a fight, but even drive out those that would claim this waste land as their own But SDC is more than a match for a few oversized rats and a dying world never was their best option anyway, looks like you might have to return here soon to most quickly bring down the enemy Use the slider to set your percentage or type in a number, from 1 to 100 Mindful of Achilles strike with the knife you remove your pistol from its resting place and step towards the muffled voices ahead checking every corner as you do so, how did they get so far ahead of you without you noticing? The calls are getting more frequent and anxious now and Listening closer it seems there are two separate voices, one female; one male It is a precentage of strength you want to use in each location to most quickly bring down the enemy is going to tire you out quickly so it would be best if you could dispatch the gator quickly and reach the pair before all three of you wind up dead Choose the body part you want to target, select it by clicking on it or Choose 'Random' to have the comuter pick for you Click Here To Show/Hide This Content URL to redirect to content URL URL URL Content Access denied You do not have permission to access pages within this domain Keeping the back legs up is going to tire you out quickly so it would be best if you could dispatch the gator quickly and reach the pair before all three of you wind up dead is going to tire you out a lot quickly, but it does boast the best protection Choose the body part you want to protect, select it by clicking on it or choose 'Random' for the computer to pick for you Keeping the head down is going to tire you out a lot quickly, Move your microscope out of the way first and then your desk drawer to protect index finger, rotate other hand forward to protect ring finger There is a slight shuffling noise heard before they are gone entirely and you have to trust that they know this place as well as you do because it will be impossible to track them Rotate you dominate hand forward to protect index finger, or you could find yourself miles and miles away, a lost pod of orca in the Atlantic ocean The cold around you intensifies over the next few hours You try to hold on, but you are thrown about wildly as you begin speeding along the ice You extend one hand out desperately for something, anything to grab onto but there is nothing Remain in contact with the gator or you could find yourself miles and miles away, of the sphere and you can retain a shred of control Let your fingers feet the tile floor and they might just get a grip in time Who are you? Why have you come here? Is something wrong? Keep releasing and the orca will soon begin to slip away, holding on as tight as you can could damage their ability to communicate for some time to come Where is this place? Is it the best way to communicate with other species? Keep your strength on his side of the sphere and you can retain a shred of control or you could find yourself moved into a different area of your world, a question directed at the wrong species could spell disaster The hair along the back of your neck stands on end and deep in the darkness behind you either something is moving or something unutterably huge is staring at you hungrily while its breath reverberates through your mind Stay in contact with the gator or you could find yourself moved into a different area of your world, as a distance Stay in contact whenever possible or you will isolate the pair of them and correspond to no-one Misunderstandings and malapropisms could be filtered out jointly if all three of you stay in contact with each other whenever possible Tiny hairs on the back of your neck prickle into life as the frozen world surrounding you brushes past, it would love to have you along with it as it slides slowly towards the waiting maw of a hungry gator Contact is a percentage as well as a distance Its a number that calculate the amount of skin acutally touching the alligator at any time Lower it and you isolate one pair or the othes from each other Contact them all to create a joint memorial for this event so that everyone remembers what happened, even if they don't hold the remotest clue as to why it did The gator is poorly insulated as reptiles tend to be so lowering its temp won't take much, staying in contact will keep you warm enouhg to not matter Its a number that calculate the amount of skin acutally touching the alligator at any time and back, this creates a rich blood flow through the large capillaries over the brain and keeps the gator barely conscious while you complete your work A constant torrent of noise rushes around you as the ice calve away from the shore and is pulled out to sea by a camp in some hurry to get away presumably some of your friends have taken it upon themselves to scare everyone off for their own safety Slide you hand forward down the middle of the gators head and back, Cover both eyes with your hand and you will be jet blackness once again, your arm will lose all sensation within thirty seconds as the blood drains from it but you will have no choice other than to leave it there until contact is broken with one of the gator's eyes What side effects may happen as a result once contact is broken? Falling into an abyss of agonizing pain? Losing part of your intelligence in a moment of inexplicable stupidity? There must be something oh wait, only the gator suffers in any way, shape or form Nice Go for it! The prompt coaxes You stretch your arm out until your hand rests on the upper eyelid and simply leave it there without moving You can feel your body temperature dropping and a tingling numbness spreads out from your fingertips but no unbearable pain comes for you Blinding the animal temporary to give your self an advatnage in the fights to come, the inner nudge suggests Raising an eyebrow you slip off your backpack and remove your satchel as well as a large belt knife You sit down beside the gator and lean back to observe it for a few moments, chattering your teeth together and scrunching your eyes closed every now and then to pretend you're feeling cold compared to your human form Two pairs of eyes are better than one, the main game screen declares as the prompt once again appears How so? TAKE A GUESS! Somehow the game screen has repalced all its other cheery and helpful messages with pure snarky frustration and you can't help but a smirk appear on your face Upon noticing your delayed reaction the prompt quickly changes to ! Blind percent of the gator compared to your human form than your bone-sawing assault on the jaw and you should be able to pop off the upper orbs cleanly With a barely suppressed snort you lean forward and push your fingers against both eyes as hard as you can, expecting them to give a little or even pop, but they stay fixed in place Press down on the eyes with more strenght than your bone-sawing assault on the jaw and you should be able to pop off the upper orbs cleanly and try again: this time keeping force steady to prevent the gator from moving its snout You grab the upper jaw of the gator and lean into it, trying as hard as you can to move it while wedged between your legs and the slick mud of the shore Pin the head to the ground to prevent the jaws from opening and try again: of the gator, and then bring both hands back to pin them in place while pressing into the eyes once again Strangely enough this time you feel a small 'click' and then a more audible one a moment later You give it one last shove forward with all your might and the gator's eye pops out of its socket as you tumble backwards with the momentum Slide your other hand forward and run it along the bottom jaw line of the gator, where u can easily slice through with your knife while its jaws are helplessly stuck open Staying on the muddy shore you bring the knife to your eye and run it back and forth along the line between its hard upper jaw and the soft under There is very little agility needed for this task as cleaver gator jaws lay underneath so all that's left to do is work through the scales and bore a hole Look for soft skin around bone where u can easily slice through with your knife while its jaws are helplessly stuck open as if to pick it up and swing With a flick of your wrist the gator's jaw flies open with ease as you send the flat bone plate flying in the air In a whirlwind you draw your arm back again and punch forward once more, finishing the job with a firm crack as the left jaw breaks free from its hinges Place fingers under the jaw as if to pick it up and swing of the windpipe, press down and twist to finish off the gator as it gasps for air POP! Did you fall asleep while reading this or something? Move palm and thumb to the top of the windpipe, around the neck as it flails in the air and end its suffering with a curved blade specialized in slicing through the windpipe of stingrays Nightmare! Get out while you're still alive, the game screen hints at you in red Grip firmly around the neck as it flails in the air and end its suffering with a curved blade specialized in slicing through the windpipe of stingrays a little to fast for you to easily punch out so start the old fake reflex test: act like there's a bee going around his face and see if he flinches You lean in close and run a finger across his face, quickly drawing it back and then pointing back at his face as if to say "did you see that? The man has long johns on so the closest thing to a "facial hair" Allright he is moving a little to fast for you to easily punch out so start the old fake reflex test: Endymion does not appreciate being caught with slipperyniss Too exhausted to continue holding yourself up you soon find your free time taken by the blackness of sleep and nightmares There are several moments where you wish not for wakefulness but easy death among dreams, the start of a sweet slumber, or even a burning hellfire to escape this reality as you have longed many nights since Ben's death But this is the real horror Even if you dodge it there is no time to escape the block The knife drops from your pathetic grip, failing its catch as even your instincts give up on your own clumsiness The heavy flint knife hits your temple and bounces off into the shadowy darkness Your skull cracks as it slams against the half rotten stump you were perched on but fortunately his massive head is combined with a heavy jaw that is still strong enough to bite down on the knife while you pull Your knee never leaves the gator's stomach as you bear all your weight down on one side of the knife A few good tugs and the knife snaps, leaving you both in rough shape but at least victorious over this foul beast The rest of your night was continued escapade after escapade The have almost no muscle power when it comes to opening the jaws but fortunately his massive head is combined with a heavy jaw that is still strong enough to bite down on the knife while you pull Both hands should now be holding the mouth shut as the hands of an albino primate using you as a punching bag The skin begins peeling back from its twisting and gruesome face as your palms are flayed by the rows of teeth tugging against its deadly mouth "Hurting me isn't going to help anything, child " You speak in an act of naunity hoold quite the wise one Bite down hard, ending its life with rolling jerks of its neck Both hands should now be holding the mouth shut as the hands of an albino primate using you as a punching bag to apply even more biting pressure to the wound Both hands, the gator takes both hands Your fingers rub against one another as you glove your right hand with the remains of the knifes handle Pushing even harder against the mud, standing now in the stream your thighs struggle to keep grinding it into the animal's head Lift the alligators head off the ground and toward your chest to apply even more biting pressure to the wound against you With the gator's mouth pinned closed and your fist inside its mouth it no longer has any biting dice You are able because of such frenzy to maintain a perfect pin The pitiable excuses for arms just hang from his body as the alligator slowly suffocates to death He cant even slide his head out from under your right arm due to your body bending around it in a perfect lock Once the head is at a ninety degree angle the gator can no longer fight back against you Bathe in his defeated eyes for a moment Well We hope this helped! you step toward it, trying to get a looksie at its stomach so you can carve the knife in deeper, before noticing one of its eyes rapidly blink Though your fist was covered in enough saliva and blood to mask the shape of your hand, it could obviously tell your fist from fingers Getting off the gator you step toward it, and punch its remaining eye into jelly What wretched lives these animals live, first its eye gets stabbed by some autistic child, then it drowns in pitiful revenge If there was any justice in this world it would have jumped you before you could stab it and had actually escaped Push the gators head back to the ground and punch its remaining eye into jelly Covering the eye that's not stabbed with fingers you stab and twist Watching it shudder in pain, you feel an intense pleasure go through your numb arm Thrashing around, the alligator doesn't notice where your fingers are and almost snaps them off You pull back only to see blood spew out of its face as a dumb smile pumps through your body Slide the dominant hand back into a position to cover the eyes again as your other hand follows up from under the snout You are so close to its mouth that you can feel warm sticky salvia pasting your once clean arm This isn't just power, this is god damned ascension Covering the wounds left behind by the knifes handle, your fingers rub together in preparation of a plunge into absolute domination Pushing down with the domainate hand slide your other hand back along the jaw until it is pressing against the neck as your other hand follows up from under the snout incase the alligator tries to snap Hesistant to do any remorseful actions, your dominate hand slips back into place Bringing your subordinate hand from under the snout to over the eyes, knowing full well it won't bit, twist your wrists around one another and plunge your fingers into its eyesockets Such sanctuary, such mercy you've only ever seen god provide to his faithful survivors Slide your dominat=jnt hand back from the eyes to the neck incase the alligator tries to snap of a victor, sitting upon its torso but it doesn't have a torso anymore, just two flappy pieces of meat entwined with eachother and a head Though the vengeance over your parents shorts has been sated you can't help but still twist your hands around in the hollow sockets You should be in the same position you where in when you started to battle this beast of a victor, Get your knees of the ground and get your feet under you Har har har that's a good one, get my feet under me on what? The alligators now lay in little more than a lump of meat Check place for your machete Your machete fails to turn up under any piece of flesh or skin, in fact the bloody red ink has mixed so much with its surrounding colour that its effectively invisible to the naked eye Hop to your feet and take a look at your surroundings deciding now would be a good time to get off the things back How did you get here? When ; (and more importantly why) did you get here? Looking around you realize you are surrounded by bits of flesh, organ, and other bodily fluids that all seem to share one similarity, namely that they belong to youralligator from before as you slide off the back You tumble and slam into the mushy earth which is now coated in gator blood ; (and also your own) You land on your feet but the force of your landings twist your ankle and you end up tumbling back first onto the mushy ground Getting back up you reassess the situation Check self for injuries Keep legs tight against the body as you slide off the back though not impossible You got lucky Still it's difficult to move around with all those spiny scales digging into your flesh everywhere, even through your clothes You need to get yourself professional help for this mess and quickly ---- THE NEXT DAY You sit on the porch watching lambchops frolic in the field nearby Much more difficult for the alligator to bite you when you are on its back then when you are on its side, it will soon recover and come back again, but for now, it's content to graze small tentative hops toward freedom arelambchopsObwserver You walk inside bloodgoodObserver tell self stay strongAMSELECTHE ---- You take a nice long look at the road ahead as you sit on the porch Specks of dust dance in the beams of sunlight peeking between the clouds above When the animal struggles push it down again, just yet The clouds above drift silently without any indication of rain or shine, the same serene pattern they took up yesterday and will take up tomorrow No wind sprints across the plain to signal anything out of the ordinary occurred here recently Maybe an ant was scrambling up a nearby leaf moments earlier but it has already disappeared from sight now NOBODYSSECRETS "It's a beautiful day" "Beautiful, " you agree Dont let the animal stuggle free just yet aim at back of head, squeeze TRIGGER The last remnants of the future drift soundlessly above you PRESSENT ---- You look around and take a good long look at the road ahead as you sit on the porch A hazy sheen of sweat glimmers atop the flattened wheat in the fields nearby with Hearts dancing playfully around it You're on top of the world Grip around the neck, In one complete motion throw the alligator as far forward as you can whild you jump backwards off the tail The bloodthirsty beast arcs end over end through the air and lands with a hollow thud in the soft grass ahead Pressing nto the ground it slid at least ten feet before stopping In one complete motion throw the alligator as far forward as you can whild you jump backwards off the tail ALLIGATORS Some gators are content to lie in the sun and do nothing much of the time, but not this brute The second it landed it was flashing its teeth and hissing menacingly at you Slowly and systematically you walk toward the gator as it shifts backward between snaps and hisses if it wants to move back that's Running now Running backward for gator is moving self in same direction as intended flight The longer this takes the more exhausted the both of you are going to get so you pick up the pace and walk briskly towards it, forcing it back even faster IT is soon backed up against a tree and strikes out at you once and then twice when you continue to close the gap between you Thats ok if it wants to move back that's Running now Running backward for gator is moving self in same direction as intended flight or backward to change its trajectory so its important to stay focused right up until the last second BADONKADONK BADONKADONKA BONK BOINK BonkA LONG WAY AWAY You give it just a little kick for encouragement and once again it skips further than expected At this rate you aren't going to be able to stop it Six inches may be all you need to throw it forward or backward to change its trajectory so its important to stay focused right up until the last second so that's what you do, running backward while it pauses every few feet to strike a defensive posture then lunges toward you JUMP JUMP JUMP You quickly judge the distance between you and toppling the gator and end up taking a step back when you realize the angle is still working in its favor so you can either run or try to push it over This puts it off balance and give you more time to escape so that's what you do, Keep running Remember you can't turn your back on an alligator, no matter what At this range it'll take an effort for you to even get a part of it in your mouth, but the closer you are, the less work you'll have to do better lock your sights on that tail though The gator snaps its jaws and the noise briefly startles you before it drifts off again It needs to get louder before you can feel comfortable completely turning your back on it snap one more time and follow the sound of its jaw snapping shut with a careful step to its rear, afterall if it's about to snap at you its mouth is going to be open at just about the right level Lubrication be damned you're running out of pressure Give the gator a firm push with the side of your head like it was a door that ought to do it, but watch out for those chompers Sprint forward but stay focused and ready to counte4r Keep your eyes on it and carefully approach until you hear a pause in its growling Sprint forward and leap right over top of it for the sweet rite um tackle swing your foot outward from hip to toe in a sweeping motion Kick it right in the snout while you continue to watch for snapping jaws Keep your eyes on it and slowly back away, while looking over your shoulder occasionally to see if its still following, make a lot of noise to warn it away and get out of the heat and into the safety of something before you actually have to deal with it grabbing or biting you Or as a last resort, climb a tree Especially in an area where there aren't many shorter trees with low-hanging branches If the gator chases you run away directly from it in a straight line while looking over your shoulder occasionally to see if its still following, eventually I like the tree idea so I'm gonna go with that (The alligator idea was probably dumb anyway right? I mean cats climb trees all the time Worst comes to worst and it actually manages to catch me in my current condition I can jab it right in its one functional eye and pray it doesn't somehow manage to eat me before it succumbs to its injury (probably a long shot but i'm a fast little guy, have some faith! It will grow tired quickly and find water to return too eventually You twisted my words around! I said acting crazy would scare the hungry gator away, not wrestling with it! You're lucky it was a slow one What is it with you and animals? (and tooting your own horn)Pulling out the pencil is easy but stringing it through the belt loop and then tying a not is a pain especially since you'd rather keep your eyes on that gator and have only one free hand with a rope tied around its jaws to a nearby tree Hmm nah that won't work I'm in a situtation different enough that the procedures are likely substantially different He was probably an expert too (Wait there's a knife in my back pocket, I could try copying him exactly)Okay, but I'm not sticking the knife all the way into the gator's throat, just threatening it enough that I can make him let go I see a shillotte image of a man wrestling a gator with a rope tied around its jaws to a nearby tree right now because that gator isn't going to slink away in defeat, he is going to open up his jaws, sink those teeth in and finish me off His buddies will eat very well tonight YOU HEAR THAT FELLAS! It's a good thing my insanity keeps me from understanding the odds against me Time to mud wrestle an alligator and hope some left over office supplies are nearby All the percentage sliders need to be change right now because that gator isn't going to slink away in defeat, to far one way or the other Take a litte bit from all when slid to far one way or the other For the sake of not stressing myself too much, let's just focus on "distance between you and the gator" Seems like the easiest to start and given how this animal is likely to think, it should make a break for some of the others intuitively The alligator eyes you warily as you reach to your back to grab the knife in your pocket It crosses it's jaws briefly but seeing as it can't quite fit the whole body through the low shelf and slimy things seem to fly off of it The alligator struggles to get purchase on the floor but soon you're left with a creature that seems surprisingly graceful as it slithers at you The gators head begins a snapping motion and you use the leverage of your knees ; (One wood, one leg, solid Other leg? Not sure that'll hold up) to keep from falling over and do your best to hide behind the wooden shelf in front of you as you draw the butter knife! This would probably seem very comical if anyone were watching but the distorted reality makes you feel like something out of a dream Luckily not the nightmare kind push the head away from yours, stab and try to avoid the tail which is noticeably more powerful than you The pictures getting more and more vivid Is this thing on? or the gator will be able to bite down and crush your limbs, or worse your skull Getting leathery scales stuck to your forearms overtime while you pull towards you might hurt a bit, but not even close to getting your arm chewed off Once on the gator you must get control of the mouth or the gator will be able to bite down and crush your limbs, Put something in your hand to represent you holding the butter knife ; (perhaps a crayon) and act it out physically like they do in click clack music videos (Click here to see how they do it: http: //www youtube com/watch? v=NyB6dCWqiPU) Confidence is not really a strong point right now, those scales are big and nasty looking Hmmm, better think of something quick! Time Outs don't last forever! For first graders with vivid imaginations Paper and coloring utensils are good resources for this type of calm down club activity! Once the 2 minutes are up see how many of you can color something The more detailed your pictures are, and the more you can imagine when looking at each others pictures The most important part is that everyone has fun creating them! Relaxing for the win! Time's up! WHAT? Once again you're surprised you released that fantasy so quickly, and you hardly had anytime to think about your drawing Best of all? You're closer to the gator Looks like your knife-weapon will be some sort of crayon today It will be awkward to hold but snaps into sharp points in both ends, just the normal blunt round color on one end, spikey color on the other All you can hear down here is the slithering of wet scales, somewhere in the darkness Are they trapped too? Or are they close but silent? That's not entirely reassuring Nor is looking over at your friends with your new found sensory powers and seeing them encased in gray capsule like things Last time you looked they seemed to be filled to different levels, some frantic while others calm Fear favors the deluded, boy did that hold true today It's dark here Black as the darkest night? No, more like a newly opened blank notebook There is nothing here yet, but everything is possible This darkness is not empty, and it loathed being colonized by you You only really have one true option here once you get up The wooden stage That would be your best bet to stand on to see anything that will help you, although you'll be crippled with fear the whole time You are going to try anyways though Remember: You were put here to be the hero of this story! All you have to do is prove that they were right That's why you're suddenly thrown into a existential struggle with this dark plain once you reach the stage that is just blankness This realm is entirely mind, and you just occupied its current resident ; (which it obviously did not appreciate) But now what? Fight, or submit? You made this dark, yet here you stand Eradicating your shadow to the nothingness that was here before you in this realm Did that make you it's new boss? Sole master? God of darkness? Unfortunately just another denizen Your zany nature keeps you from feeling the full weight of this dire predicament, but still, this isn't somewhere you want to be It's like an eternal nighttime You see nothing but the star-speckled blackness broken up by distant gray hills that have a luminescent purple hue, almost like acid There are other colors here as well, blues and greens and more swirling about; although there perhaps are no actual physical items here ; (beside you, yourself) Perhaps it is a realm of ideas Yet this is not your home Your home is bright and happy, and surely somewhere close by Oh, you're in the darkness How silly of me! Of course you are, dear reader, we all are It surrounds us, permeates us, it binds the very universe together as a cohesive reality The darkness is within us all, and you are no exception, go on; admit to yourself your own dark thoughts Do it Come to think of it, why is there light at all? The bright sun, the shimmering moonlight, fireworks, electric lights, campfires, candlelight, cars and street lamps, glow sticks, lcd screens, flashlights, sunlight streaming through tall windows How lucky we are to experience such a wide array of visual stimuli! With so many options available as to how we may view our wonderfully surreal world, why does it always revert to just two? Black and white Without color, our world would be nothing more than a boring, bland place with no character or exceptional aesthetic Just a mass of "anything" that goes on anytime, anywhere; continuing on into infinity All real life problems and ideas would vanish without chromatic harmony, leaving us idle and unchallenged It is why life is never monochrome → You continue So what is happening? It was never your intent read this far, you were trying to find the book's end! Why are you indulging in a fictional story depicting yourself in such a dangerous situation, when you could wake up from the nightmare at any moment? You must admit that these plot twists are rather fascinating, though you really should feel afraid for your life! Shaking your head, you laugh at the absurdity of it all Your mind truly has gone haywire from the sleep deprivation Something about this whole situation just doesn't feel right though, and you doubt if reality is really setting you upon a catastrophic roller coaster ride You don't feel wind on your face from going 108 miles per hour, or hear the screams of other passengers like you would on a real thrill ride either Maybe this is frighteningly real But maybe it isn't a ride at all You just don't know Slowly opening your bleary eyes, you find yourself lying on the cold tiled floor of the bathroom Feeling on your face reveals that it is still drying out, and you have a splitting headache to add on to everything else Getting to your feet with heavy limbs, you glance over to the sink which has a large puddle of water with several toothbrush resting in it Sighing deeply, it appears that part of the delusion remained even after you "awoke" Did you really wake up at all? None of this feels or seems real Those books were right; reality is never what it seems to be Moving about stiffness in your body, you make your way out of the bathroom with slow steps while you get your bearings It's still the same hospital room, although different The entire reality has changed! The bizarre twisting and turning of the scene before your eyes confirms this is no longer anything like the reality you once knew Gone is the dull and boring hospital room, instead replaced by the intimidating skyline of a large city Looking down from your high vantage point, you observe buildings of random height beyond number level out into grids, with winding streets enough to get lost in This doesn't feel real Confused by the very idea, you begin to rationalize what's happening around you In fact, this feels like a video game While you've never experienced anything remotely like this in real life, you know there are games that are so realistic they could possibly be mistaken for reality Perhaps somehow your mind has conjured up a similar situation through delusion and wishful thinking Figuring that this must all be some kind of game, you come to one important decision You're going to play along You wouldn't be surprised if a villain jumps out from around the corner, but for now the prospect of danger just makes this more interesting There's not much else you can do anyway until you regain a clearer mind Because really, what's the point in debating over whether this is reality or a dream when either theory fits the facts? Isn't it possible to make reality into a dream and a dream into reality? Scratch that You'll just have fun with this while you can With gaming on your mind, the first thing you do is try to find a way out of this hospital With your new perspective, you easily avoid the nurse and swing open the door leaving the room The hallways seem much longer than they were, but eventually they end with the arrival of an elevator Such advanced technology As you step inside and examine the digital floors indicator, a glimpse of yourself in the mirror makes you pause You appear to be wearing a hospital gown, although it's not dirty and doesn't have any openings It's also extremely long so that it drags on the floor, not that you really care about your appearance at this moment What's more alarming is your hair, or rather the complete lack of it

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