Ultimate Charizard
25th June 2003, 10:24 PM
Up this close, the liquid was a deep crimson. Deputy Bobby Sharpe reached out to dip a finger into it. He was here, at the latest murder scene on Gaffeys hill at 1am. The sherriff had told him to forget about it for now and go home but Bobby was young and ambitious. Hoping to find more clues and solve the case alone he had come up here alone right after his shift had ended.
He had found a small patch of what appeared to be blood near the edge of the clearing where the body of a man had been found earlier today. Small pellets, the type found in a Shotgun shell were also found and from the state of the body it had been decided a bear had got him. A common enough occurence in a mountain town like this but there had been so many similar deaths lately, it was unlikely a bear would or even could kill so many without one survivor.
He raised his finger to his nose and inhaled, hoping it would prove to be something else, but the copper scent confirmed it. Blood.
"I wonder, if those stories were true....It cant be true", he muttered to himself
"Theyre more true than you think" growled a voice behind him and he froze. Something shifted in the darkness behind him. Twigs Snapped.
"You shouldnt have come up here again Bobby" the deep voice growled. "Should've just left it alone."
The voice sent a shiver up his spine and everything inside him seemed to let go. The fear came up in him full force, and he was not even breathing as he turned around. Bobby did not dare to raise his flashlight as what he could already see in the moonlight terrified him to the bone.
Rows of razor sharp teeth, and eyes that seemed to glow in the starlight. The things muscles rippled under its fur and it seemed to be almost mocking him.
"You could try running you know" the beast said almost kindly.
As if a switch had been thrown, Bobby came alive. He Spun around, dropping his flashlight and sprinted towards his car. His breathing sounded impossibly loud in his ears. He reached for the weapon at his belt, unsnapped the gun, and drew it from its holster. He felt the things hot breath on his neck, heard it loping after him.
Bobby turned, raised his gun and fired once as he fell.
Before he knew it the Monster was on top of him, cracking his ribs with its weight and in that instant he knew the stories were true....The prowlers were real. "Sorry Kid!" the voice growled as he stared up in fear and with that his throat was torn out in a single swift gulp and as his blood fountained onto the grass his chest was effortlessly opened and his heart ripped out.
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Welcome to Willowvale , a small mountain town in Vermont. Your average quiet town but this one has a problem. For years savage murders had been reported in the area. Most had been put down to animals, common in this area but lately theyve been coming closer. Some right in the middle of town but the local Sherrif still sticks to his Animal claim. He has to, without real facts he knows just as much as the rest of the town and a Sherrif is supposed to be respected, without respect there is no law.
There have always been stories of course. About creatures that hunted the woods. Prowlers they had been called but they were just stories, told by mothers to scare their kids into behaving...at least thats what Willowvale thinks.
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Ok this is gonna be a survival RPG. Most of the chars are gonna be Kids, back home from College for the summer and maybe a few townsfolk. (The Sherrif is reserved) I know details are a little thin right now but more will be revealed as the plot goes on.
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Form
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Name:
Age:
Gender:
Looks:
Background: (Are you a student, Do you work/live) in town
Personailty:
Other
P.S I dont want anyone signing up with lots of guns just cos they know its a survival rpg. Its a mountain town so maybe people would own a Shotgun or a knife or two but i dont want any ex marines with AK-47's, Uzi's and Rocket Launchers. Oh and noone tries to sign up as a Prowler. All chars are human.
He had found a small patch of what appeared to be blood near the edge of the clearing where the body of a man had been found earlier today. Small pellets, the type found in a Shotgun shell were also found and from the state of the body it had been decided a bear had got him. A common enough occurence in a mountain town like this but there had been so many similar deaths lately, it was unlikely a bear would or even could kill so many without one survivor.
He raised his finger to his nose and inhaled, hoping it would prove to be something else, but the copper scent confirmed it. Blood.
"I wonder, if those stories were true....It cant be true", he muttered to himself
"Theyre more true than you think" growled a voice behind him and he froze. Something shifted in the darkness behind him. Twigs Snapped.
"You shouldnt have come up here again Bobby" the deep voice growled. "Should've just left it alone."
The voice sent a shiver up his spine and everything inside him seemed to let go. The fear came up in him full force, and he was not even breathing as he turned around. Bobby did not dare to raise his flashlight as what he could already see in the moonlight terrified him to the bone.
Rows of razor sharp teeth, and eyes that seemed to glow in the starlight. The things muscles rippled under its fur and it seemed to be almost mocking him.
"You could try running you know" the beast said almost kindly.
As if a switch had been thrown, Bobby came alive. He Spun around, dropping his flashlight and sprinted towards his car. His breathing sounded impossibly loud in his ears. He reached for the weapon at his belt, unsnapped the gun, and drew it from its holster. He felt the things hot breath on his neck, heard it loping after him.
Bobby turned, raised his gun and fired once as he fell.
Before he knew it the Monster was on top of him, cracking his ribs with its weight and in that instant he knew the stories were true....The prowlers were real. "Sorry Kid!" the voice growled as he stared up in fear and with that his throat was torn out in a single swift gulp and as his blood fountained onto the grass his chest was effortlessly opened and his heart ripped out.
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Welcome to Willowvale , a small mountain town in Vermont. Your average quiet town but this one has a problem. For years savage murders had been reported in the area. Most had been put down to animals, common in this area but lately theyve been coming closer. Some right in the middle of town but the local Sherrif still sticks to his Animal claim. He has to, without real facts he knows just as much as the rest of the town and a Sherrif is supposed to be respected, without respect there is no law.
There have always been stories of course. About creatures that hunted the woods. Prowlers they had been called but they were just stories, told by mothers to scare their kids into behaving...at least thats what Willowvale thinks.
------------------------------------------------
Ok this is gonna be a survival RPG. Most of the chars are gonna be Kids, back home from College for the summer and maybe a few townsfolk. (The Sherrif is reserved) I know details are a little thin right now but more will be revealed as the plot goes on.
------------------------------------------------
Form
-----
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Looks:
Background: (Are you a student, Do you work/live) in town
Personailty:
Other
P.S I dont want anyone signing up with lots of guns just cos they know its a survival rpg. Its a mountain town so maybe people would own a Shotgun or a knife or two but i dont want any ex marines with AK-47's, Uzi's and Rocket Launchers. Oh and noone tries to sign up as a Prowler. All chars are human.