La Trompete - An Eschataleon ~ Sign-ups

[Tyler and Hobbes]

It was the year they willed the world to end. More specifically, it was 1914.

La Trompete

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An Eschataleon

Paris, 1914

They all calmly stared, each one secretly calculating the distance to the nearest exit, incase anything became amiss. Along with every one of them being a leader in the Neo-Holy Empire, from the Junior Minister of Trade to his holiness Pope Pius X himself, all were members of the order that congregated now: the Destroying Angels. So it would come as something of a shock to see all of them in one of the most devilish places that had ever plagued the earth.

The Moulin Rouge, a nightclub famous for its customer’s debauchery and lust, has long been closed on orders of his holiness, the Pope. The memory of all that had occurred there has still not been burned away; the stench of alcohol and perfume still chokes the dust-ridden air.

There they stood, every minister and mistress holding their breath, their thoughts only – always – on their Lord. Soon it would all be over; there was no doubting that, and if the Lord served they would all sit on his right side, basking in the joys of paradise.
They stood around a titanic wizard’s foot, known to adepts as a pentacle, which was etched into the hardwood flooring. Four figures in long hooded robes stood in the middle of the circle, unthinking and unfeeling. The entire world held its breath as Pope Pius X approached them, careful not to breach the pentacle, else all would have been for nothing. In a loud voice he whispered the divine names, every one growing louder and louder until it seemed a miracle that he was not instantly turned deaf. Thunder and lightning roared in the nightclub, threatening to rip reality there in twain. The entire process could have taken less than a second, or it could have taken the length of a day – no one could really tell.
With the last word that the Pope spoke, “Iao”, everything seemed still. The figures in the center began to sway, a horribly gleeful feeling erupting simultaneously between them. All of the color in the room seemed to fade away, until there was none at all.
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That night the Moulin Rouge burned to the ground, leaving no trace of what had gone on there, except for a tarot card (police later burned it – tarot cards were outlawed as the Devil’s picture book) inscribed with the black words, “Le Jugement”.

The year is 1914. In this world, magic and alchemy have grown hand in hand with science and technology, though by now magic is quite illegal, and alchemy is considered a Pseudoscience, something reserved for fools and charlatans, though its detractors usually neglect to remember that the end of the plague was brought about by alchemy.
The Neo-Holy Empire, an empire ruled by the iron fist of the Pope, is the sole world power, with the only resistance being a few farmers in the Northern American colonies, a few prisoners in Australia, and about half of Iran, though they go about it in secret. The Vatican, who has set up ministers in every major province, rules almost the entire world.
Alcohol and drugs are outlawed, as well as anything that might even be considered the work of the Devil, which basically comprises all art except for those officially requested by the Vatican, and almost all literature. Those close to the Pope, however, often times get around this.
Recently, Pope Pius X has gone missing, now presumed to be dead. No investigation has been made, nor any arrests, though the week before he was declared missing a local Parisian nightclub was burned to the ground. This was just considered to be the work of a pyromaniac, and a British man by the name of Charles Walton was charged and burned at the stake for witchcraft.

You are somehow entangled in this mess, either apart of the Inquisition (a member of the Destroying Angels or otherwise), or the resistance (a magician, alchemist, etc.). You somehow find yourself at the Moulin Rouge, exactly three months after it was burnt down. You see others there, apparently as clueless as you about…everything. It was as if something had beckoned you all there, something…malevolent. A dark wind encircles around you, around the Moulin Rouge. You’re being hunted.
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Basically, the plot sort of runs like this – a secret society raises the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse (War, Famine, Pestilence, and Death) into the bodies of four ordinary people, in hopes of bringing about the end of the world. The Horsemen are loosed, destroying the Moulin Rouge and causing destruction to erupt wherever they go. A few humans that were around that night in the immediate vicinity (Paris) somehow are changed. Nothing is noticeable, except now they feel paranoid, like they’re being hunted. Of course, the Horsemen are hunting them, because these humans have the sparks – traces of the divine still within them – something left after the night of the burning of the Moulin Rouge.
The entire world is in chaos, not just because of the Horsemen being loosed, but because prominent members of the Neo-Holy empirical government are now all dead.
Sleep with one eye open tonight, weary travelers.

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“The lions sing and the hills take flight

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The moon by day and the sun by night

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Blind woman, deaf man, jackdaw fool

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Let the Lord of Chaos rule”

This is a work of fiction, nothing is meant to be taken factually. Any historical accuracies are non-intentional.

Vocabulary:

The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse: Personifications of the woes of this world (War, Famine, Pestilence, and Death) who have been raised into the bodies of four humans by the secret society known as the Destroying Angels. They have all of these powers at their fingertips, and wherever they go destruction follows. Before their task can be completely carried out, they feel compelled to get back their entire power in the form of the sparks. This of course means the death of those who have them.

The Inquisition: The Inquisition is the major world power, the Pope ruling the entire continents of Europe and Australia, along with most of the discovered Americas, and all of Egypt. Everywhere else has yet to fully submit to the will of the Father. This basically all started with the second Pope, his holiness Linus I, who conquered massive amounts of land in the name of God, even taking Rome. Ever since then, they’re have been ministers in every major church province, all bowing to the Parliament of Rome. Whilst there are still occasional uprisings, the church is still much too powerful. As decreed by his holiness, Pope Pius X.

The Resistance: As of now, what has become known among the lower circles as the resistance, and the upper as apostates, is not a contending force. Mostly they are believed to be scattered, nothing more than solitary heretics who must be caught and made an example of. They are comprised of artists, poets, and those who dabble in illegals, but mostly, magicians. As of yet, there is not one single resistance force, since most don’t even know each other Any attempts to agitate the peace have quickly been quelled, resulting with nothing more than a few bruises and some deaths (those these, thankfully, were relatively low ranking ministers). Seeing as how the entire Vatican is silver (something that demons are unable to touch), these forces should quickly be put out.

Destroying Angels: A secret society bent on the achieving the end of the world; only a few members are left.

Magic: Magic in this world involves summoning spirits (demons, angels, djinni, fairies, etc.) to do one’s bidding. It is outlawed in every state under the Inquisition’s control.

Alchemy: A type of pseudo-science, the bastard child of science and magic. Though sometimes they summon elementals, alchemy is still legal, though there are so many restrictions placed on state alchemists that it might as well not be. The top objective of alchemy is the creation of the Philosopher’s Stone, an object that, if created, could transmute anything without any chemicals or magic at all. No one has been able to create one since the Deluge, as dictated by church dogma. There is no set rules of alchemy, the alchemist choosing his or her own preference and going with it, be it through magic or chemicals, or any variations or combinations thereof.

The Players

The Inquisition:


The Resistance:

Mr. Collin Alighieri – a political agitator

Ms. Aurore Decartes - a practicing alchemist and magician

Ms. Ceciry Fiacre - a prostitute


The Four Horsemen:

Mr. Damien May – War

Ms. Karen Layden - Death

The Fith Horseman:

Armand Delacour - Extinction/Oblivion/End

The sign-ups:

Name: Yeah
Gender: Yeah
Age: Whatever
Looks: Early 20th century – keep that in mind
Personality: Yeah
Alliance: Are you apart of the Inquisition (government official, one of the last Destroying Angels, commoners whose sympathies lie with the government etc.), or apart of the resistance (magicians and alchemists and mystics oh my!)
Affiliations: What are you exactly?
History: Yeah
Relationships: Yeah
Track: Any music? (Current or otherwise). I want this to be a very musical RPG. Not a musical, but…never mind. >.<
Other: Meh…

Horsemen sign-ups (yes, they’re playable)! If you’re interested, I’ll also allow a fifth horseman: Oblivion, but you’ll have to have a hell of a back story.

Name (Originally):
Gender:
Age:
Looks:
Personality (Originally):
Personality (Changed): You have one of the Horsemen of the Apocalypse inside your body! I’d think there’d be a change. Make it evil, I guess.
Symbol: <= For lack of a better word, what powers do you have at your beck and call? The powers are: War, Pestilence, Death, Famine, and (maybe) Oblivion. Oblivion was not at the Moulin Rouge, so you can be free be as creative as you want with it.
History: Up until your transformation.
Track:
Other:

My sign-up:
Horseman sign-up:

Name (Originally): Damien May

Gender: Male

Age: 15

Looks: Almost completely plain, so that normally your eyes would slide over him, Damien is the complete opposite of how the human incarnation of War should look. Aside from being about an inch smaller than average height, he has no muscles to speak of at all. His eyes are an innocent blue, humongous and child-like. His skin is quite pale, so near the end he looks like a sad-eyed angel. A tuft of tawny brown hair pokes out from under his crimson robe, one that is nearly too tight. The tightness of the robe is not noticeable, but he notices it.

Personality (Originally): Once, Damien was a happy child, quiet, but generally happy. He was kind, and gentle, but extremely gullible, and so he was often take advantage of. Aside from that, he was very emotional, and sensitive to others. He was a very sensitive boy as a child, crying for no reason at all. All that has changed though, now that he is the Horseman of War, the Rider on the Red Horse.

Personality (Changed): With War inside of him, Damien can become extremely violent at the drop of a hat, sometimes without any reason to be. No longer the kind boy that he once was, there is a shadow to him now. He is now senseless, savage, and angry all the time, like a scared dog. He acts without order or logical lapses, giving into all instincts, be it hunger, sex-drive, or the need to kill. Damien no longer lives in the body, leaving room only for war. His mouth is stained with blood, as he only has the desire to kill. No trace of the boy is left, and there is no hope for him.

Symbol:War

History: Born to loyalist parents in the Neo-Holy province of America, Damien May’s life didn’t truly begin until he was seven. At that time, the rebellions began to pop up around the village of Concord, where the May’s had their home. Within the month, they found a ship that would take them to the French port town of Brest. There they all lived, serving God, the Pope, the state, and most of all, the Church, until eight years later, their son was found missing.

Damien May had joined a local chain of the Destroying Angels, a radical society dedicated to seeing that, “God’s will be done”. The boy that had once been called, “kindly quiet”, was never seen again.

Track: Wargods ~ Demonoid

Other: You know, those capes are really coming back.


My sign-up

Name: Collin Alighieri

Gender: Male

Age: 20

Looks: Even as a child, Collin Alighieri had been labeled as a cute little kid, his tutors looking on affectionately on him. It was even rumored that, when the boy was not yet thirteen, one of his female tutors……nevertheless, she was subsequently dismissed. If you passed him on the street or on the train, you probably would think nothing of it, him just being a fairly good-looking boy. Perhaps a bit youngish, but still… Here’s a picture: Collin Alighieri has platinum blonde hair cropped short in the back but left long in the front, in mock imitation of the papal military, who crop their hair short front and back, though the back is noticeably shorter. He has sparkling, pure emerald eyes, large and innocent. The thing that most recognize is his smile though, which can be bright and bubbly one moment and wolfishly diabolical the next. Aside from that, no one really knows what he looks like, except that he’s tall…maybe…. He is noticeably underfed, if that helps….

Personality: Collin in a few words, is a self-loathing smug little bastard that doesn’t take anything seriously except for himself. Or maybe he thinks everyone serious except for himself. Either way, women find him irresistible, thinking it “charm” or some other bullshit. He is a sly, roguish thing, that will betray you in an instant if it seems to meet his aims….at least until he betrays the next poor sap that is unfortunate enough to trust him. Maybe, on the outside, Collin really believes the papal bull to be good; truth. If so, even he wouldn’t believe it, self-loather that he is. Collin is vain, and generally a liar, but….he has a right to be, suicidal that he is. Collin is generally all right so….he doesn’t even know why he gets depressed so easily. Comes with the job, I guess. Ho hum.

Alliance: Resistance

Affiliations: Magician

History: Collin was born into the lap of papal luxury in Rome, the son of a wealthy, good, Christian lady, and her lord, the then current Minister of International Affairs. Both titles basically implying how they chose to spend their wealth. Collin’s upbringing was normal enough for his background; learned in Latin, Italian, French, and English; an education that consumed more time than the rest of life, including Art, History, and Music; introduced to the right people at the right time; and most of all, well versed in all Church Dogma, able to even recite the entire genealogies from Adam to Solomon, via Seth. The boy may have even become a Bishop over time, and Collin suppressed every minute of it, smiling and replying, “Yes sir,” or, “No ma’am,” when his tutors chastised him, his hate for them… and life in general really, growing every moment. Of course no one ever realized this, the Alighieri mansion burned to the ground a few weeks after the boy’s fourteenth birthday. He was presumed to be dead, a paper would later note, with sorrow unable to be kept on the front page where a great melodramatic picture of the family was displayed. Enough to make you sick. As of recent, Alighieri acts as correspondent to a number of prominent resistance groups. In the archives of the elite, Alighieri has been labeled a threat to society. He is currently believed to be at live and at large.

Relationships: Open, he’ll probably only be open to other members of the
Resistance….or family…I guess…

Track: Childhood’s End – Pink Floyd

Other: And frankly the name sounds….made-up…

Enjoy.

[ChobiChibi]

Name: Aurore Decartes
Gender: Female
Age: 16
Looks: Aurore has mousey brown hair down to her bum in one long braid with bangs framing her face. She has olive green eyes. She's around 5'7'' and of an average size. She wears a simple long sleaved shirt a couple of sizes too big and a simple pair of brown trousers, heald up by a peice of chord. She also wears an old black cloak she found when it's cold and is normally bear-footed. Under her shirt, she wears a vest top which covers the charm on a necklace she recieved from her parents. Attached to her chord-belt hangs a pouch containing a set of tarot cards.
Personality: Aurore is very shy and will normally only speak if spoken to. She is very observant and learns from others experience. She is very confident with her magic, although she has to hide it. She doesn't find it easy to trust people and normally keeps things to herself. She is normally by herself and therefore finds it difficult to converse with people. She hates the Church and Pope with a passion.
Alliance: Magician
Affiliations: Resistance
History: 2 years before the Moulin Rouge incident, Aurore's parents were arrested for their involvement with witchcraft. They raided the house, taking everything except the 6 elemental tarot cards Aurore had hidden. They believed that she was too young to have any involvement with magic and allowed her to be free. They later burnt all of the items inside of the house as well as her parents on the stake. She has spent the last two years practising alchemy to earn money for food and has lived on the streets of Paris, hiding her tarot cards and charm. On the night of the incident at the Moulin Rouge, she was in that general area selling her medicines. She saw the Destroying Angels leaving, as well as The Four Horsemen. Since that night, she felt the presence of ghosts and occasionally sees them.
Relationships: Knows Collin Alighieri from the Resistance. He once got the better of her with one of his schemes and now tries to warn others of his backstabbing nature. He, however, finds this highly amusing and often pokes fun at her for still hanging around.
Track: Complainte de la butte- Rufus Wainwright. From the Moulin Rouge soundtrack lol.
Other: Fire, Water, Earth, Air, Light and Dark are her 6 tarot cards.

Eh, this is identical to my other sign up except for the relationship bit which you should check out ^^

*salutes* This is Choir Girl reporting for duty!

[kawaiispinel]

Name: Ceciry Fiacre

Gender: Female

Age: 25

Looks: 5'11 in height, built slim and delicate like a creature created solely for grace. Her face denotes an air of maturity and beauty and her eyes are almost cat-like if one judges by their emerald green glass-like quality and the fact that she almost always keeps them narrowed in an alluring, mysterious way. She's fair of skin, and her hair is thick, long, jet black and always worn in extravagant fashions. She tends to dress in permiscuous, yet extremely fashionable clothing such as one would fine on a well-paid whore... Which, oddly enough, she actually is. Her clothing usually follows a set color scheme- black or red, and roses seem to be her trademark.

Personality: Flambouyant, lusty, vain, selfish, and all-around bitch, Ceciry doesn't make friends easily, but even so she's a good ally to have on your side. She's accustomed to using her looks to get her way in life, and tends to get very sullen when that attitude fails to work to her advantage. She firmly believes that she's God's Gift to Men, which is to be expected since all she's ever known since she was young was the kindness of male strangers who would give her what she needed to live in exchange for one night with her. On the inside, she's a downtrodden woman who hates herself more than she'll ever let on, though this attitude is compromised by her outward personality. There are a few who can see beyond her facade, and accept her for the hopelessly lost person she really is. Furthermore, Ceciry will always speak her mind about anything, a fact that often gets her in a lot of trouble simply because she doesn't always think before she speaks.

Alliance: Magician

Affiliation: Resistence

History: Orphaned at age 13, Ceciry was forced to live on the streets. Even at that age, she displayed a beauty that didn't go unnoticed by the pimps that roamed the streets. She was offered work by them and knowing no where else to turn, she accepted. Ever since then, she's worked her way through the ranks of whores, becoming one of the most sought-after courtesains in Paris. One of her customers was a handsome magician who couldn't pay for her services with money, but offered to teach her his art. She accepted his offer and soon became a rather powerful magician in her own right. Shortly afterward, however, her teacher and lover was killed for his practice of witchcraft. Heartbroken, Ceciry avoided using magic unless it was absolutely neccesary, and only then in private. She continued to court men of high order, which eventually led her to learn of the Moulin Rouge incident, after which she had a hard time finding work, because she was becoming increasingly more paranoid around her customers. Eventually, this paranoia led her to the site of where the Moulin Rouge once stood.

Relationships: Open... Though I'm almost want to assume she knows Collin purely by reputation, the go-getter she is among the elite. Hehehehe ^^;;

Track: Girls of the Night- Jekyll and Hyde OBC

Other: Yup, she's a whore, folks, of a less romantic Satine variety. ^__^



Whee... Another fun idea! I love semi-historical RPG's. ^__^

[Tyler and Hobbes]

PL: Like I said before: you're in, choir girl. Glad to have you on board *salutes*.

kawaii: Um...you're in. Thanx for the compliment. Um....I added your character to the cast section, but I've labelled her as a whore, 'cause that's what she is. If you want to change it, or have a better idea, just pm me....and...you're in. Like I said.

Absinthe for everyone!

[SmearGal]

Horseman Sign-Up
I really hope this is acceptable, if not I can throw together a different character for it.

Name (Originally): Karen Layden
Gender: Female
Age: 12
Looks: Like any young lady of the times, Karen wore a little something like this. (Simple black dress with white pinafore (w/small blue flower etchings) and matching bow, button-up black shoes and white leggings, and otherwise very dainty and elegant matching adornments).
Somewhat small for her age, she stands about 5'1", has green eyes, and is in no ways chubby, though definitely not as toned as she could be. She has long, golden, curly locks of hair that only add to her alluring, childish demeanor. She has soft skin, somewhat tanned from playing outside, though at a glance it's more obvious she spends her time indoors.
After she's taken by the horseman, however, her clothing looks tattered and old, like it's worn down by years of use. She looks sickly and pale, and gaunt like a skeleton. Her hair is straw-like now and has lost its bounce, and her eyes their glimmer.
Personality (Original): Normally shy and quiet in public (until you get her going), and mannerly and polite around strangers, though once alone was sometimes snobbish and bratty, as are most little girls of her age. Pious, though she doesn't really understand what she is being taught, and very naive of the world and its negativities.
Personality (Change): Now that the entity of the Horseman of Death is posessing her, Karen now lacks her typical mannerisms and has an "unhealthy fascination" with pain and suffering as she now displays quite sadistic tendencies. Death, amused by his luck in posessing this epitome of innocence, often lets her continue on as normal, letting her charming presence lead people into security before he takes control again to do as he pleases. He often talks to her, and dare I say becomes something like a father to her as he poisons her mind.
Symbol: Death
History: Karen grew up in a rich home with her parents in London, leading a normal church-going life, until one day they simply vanished and left her behind. For the past two years she's lived in the orphanage in Paris after being passed around by uncles and aunts, fitting in easily with the other children and seeming to be just another normal child. The only thing she can remember about her parents was her last birthday with them, when they gave her the dress she wears when she's feeling particularly down. (AKA, the dress she's wearing now.)
Track: Living Dead Girl by Rob Zombie (LOL?)
Other: Something about a little girl + death = HAHA, OMG FUN.

Again, hope it's okay.

~Smear

[Dr.McNinja]

I'll give it a go

Name (Originally): Armand Delacour
Gender: Male
Age: 28

Looks: Freed from his crippling dependance on drugs and alcohol (thought stricken with a much more permanent disability, namely a spirit in his body that is bent on world Apocalypse), Armand has taken on a much more stylish look than before. A handsome black button up shirt is partially obscured by the shining leather jacket Armand almost always wears over it. A fasionably cut pair of slacks rounds out the outfit, with the well shined leather shoes being the final period. Tousled hair frames flashing hazel eyes and a face with a perpetual layer of unshaven whiskers. The entire package fits well on the well porportioned, 5'9" body of one who exercices mainly for looks.

Personality (Originally): After his fall, Armand became addicted to anything and everything that could drive him back into his self-imposed oblivion. In those few cases when he was coherent he usually maintained just enough verbal ability to buy or steal his next fix. To say he had a personality at all even would be a stretch as his life consisted mainly of hours of stupor followed by moments of terror and horror as he was forced to remember before his next dose took effect.

Personality (Changed): Having, somewhat, found the oblivion that he was searching for, Armand's personality has changed drastically. Cheerful in a decidedly eerie way (somewhat like Nagi from Mai HiME but with far less excitement to his voice), Armand almost always wears a small smile on his face, like one not quite conscious of the world around him. He is known to walk calmly through the worse of calamities and speak happily to his newest victims. Whether or not he actually feels happiness, or anything at all, or if the smile is just the form of expression he has chosen as the most suited for his work is unknown. He has his work to do, any other emotions would just get in the way.

Symbol: Oblivion, the powers of eternal nothingness

History: Armand was made. He had everything he ever wanted: money, a job he loved, family, a beautiful house. He was miserable. There had to be something more! Since the days of his youth, when had been promised by all the adults around him that there was never an end to advancement, that there was always something more to strive for, Armand had striven and had achieved. Despite his achievements, the gains he made only served to highlight those things he had yet to grasp and only hightened his drive to feverish heights. By 28 he had risen to the head of the foremost Parisian bank, the youngest to assume leadership of the ancient establishment in its history. Married to a woman he loved dearly, Armand settled down to finally enjoy the fruits of his labor...until he realized that he still was looking for something. Day after day he stayed until the latest hours of the night in his office, pouring over papers to attempt to increase his bank's revenue, to make the best deals, to find each and every franc that he could. Early in the mornings he would awaken and gaze sadly at his wife, wondering if perhaps there was someone he could have loved better, someone who could have made a better mother for his children. He became obsessed, and his obsession brought him down.

His wife, seeings his hungry gazes and fearing his suddenly violent attitude fled his household with his children and left him alone in the cavernous mansion. His board of directors, appalled at the risks Armand was taking for the smallest gains voted unnanimously to remove him from office. Fallen and unable to cope with a step back in his lifelong progression, Armand began to seek solace in drugs and drink, risking arrest and excommunication. For those peaceful hours after he had managed to find or purchase the increasingly rare narcotics, he could escape into his own personal oblivion and forget about his burning need to advance, to become the ultimate success. Selling his house, his car, everything he forgot about finding some way to begin his rise once again and instead devoted himself to finding an eternal oblivion where he could simply live in peace. Had "someone" not intervened, Armand would have most likely killed himself, intentionally or not. However, "someone" did find him, and now Armand has all the oblivion he needs and a new ladder to climb to success. Unfortunately that success would mean the end of all existance...them's the breaks.

Track: Listen to the Rain - Evanescence


Other: Armand takes his duty as a Horseman -very- seriously. To him, Apocalypse -is- coming and there isn't anything that will stop him from finishing it. A bit of his old workaholic streak coming to the surface.


BTW: Are the possessed horsemen immortal or are their bodies still quite able to die?

(EDIT: Jeans -> Slacks. Jeans seemed a bit...out of place in a world set in 1912)

[Tyler and Hobbes]

Smear: Little Girl.....Death....=......BETTER THAN SEX!!!! or....something along those lines ^^;. You're in.

Dr.Ninja: In - really nice char by the way. Already pmed you about the details.

Edit: Forgot to add, the Horsemen are....I don't want to say possessed, but.... more like the vessel's personality is replaced by the Horsemen's. And to answer your question, they can die, like normal humans can, but it would take a hell of a lot. Like a fire couldn't kill them, but blowing their brains out might.