((OOC: Careful there, Croco. A little tight with the options you've left me...)) When the edge of the knife came down on her throat, Sylvea counted herself lucky. If you wanted to slit someone's throat, you pierced the throat first, and then pulled the knife  towords the edge. A quick slicing motion...

Not a muscle in Sylvea's face moved. She saw the knife, and immediately knew this kid was a player. He hid the damn weapon from her; if Vesa wasn't a player, he probably would have had the weapon out in the open, a bluff to discourage any assaults.  Her addled brains didn't even consider what this m...

"I never said it was lucky, just better than Dolph, but, you see... I'm kind of paranoid. If you had no intention of hurting me, you'd have shown me what you had behind your back. Hands up! Let's see what you've got in those grubby little mitts," Sylvea smiled a little as she quickly drew ...

"That's because I had that tight-ass Mr.Duana. I didn't have Mr.Dolph for english, thank God," Sylvea grinned, "I'd heard he was quite the perv..." The tension was killing her. It was a palpable barrier that was crushing her chest (as tiny as it was) and preventing her from getin...

Sylvea looked at the blonde giant and for a second she just wanted to give him a hug.  He looked like  a million dollars right about now, to use a fairly  old idiom.  However, this was Survival of the Fittest. This kid could be a player; he could kill her. He wasn't very far away or anything, so it ...

((Continued from Left in a Tree )) Sylvea Hill, Girl 99, had fallen in a ditch and twisted her ankle. She was covered in brackish water that stunk like sewage, and it had even seeped into her panties. Sylvea didn't mind being dirty provided there was a method for becoming clean again. Aparently she...

<<Continued from The very basic will to live >> Harry Constantine had been wandering for about two hours before he stumbled onto what appeared to be a girl poking a corpse. She had two Arnis Sticks, and was poking the dead boy with one of them. What happened to that corpse? Oh fucking hell... Harry ...

The jock was stubborn as all hell, aparently. Ernest really wasn't in the mood.  It was wet, raining, and everything squelched. It was really getting on his nerves. He should be in a shelter right now, not outside trying get this idiot to get with the picture. As the big bear of a kid squelched his ...

Well, somebody was a pessimist. And it wasn't Ernest. This kid, with the syringe, was being a royale asswipe. He couldn't see the forest for the trees, per se. It was rather disheartening. This kid had bought into the game simply because he'd seen the last one, and had no idea what to do. He was sim...

<<Continued from here. >> "How exactly is fighting amongst yourselves going to solve anything? Adrian, you really should know better." Ernest smiled as he found, quite by accident, two boys doing their damndest to bluff each other into running away. Or they were trying to kill each other, ...

(OOC: Thank you good sir! A happy holiday season to you, sir! May the songs of computer renewal +5 be heard in your home!) Harry looked at the corpse now lying there in the water. He was weak. He'd pulled the damn trigger. Harry Constantine, self-proclaimed pacifist, had just killed somebody. He jus...

Harry's hand grasped the butt of the Agrams 2000, and inside himself he felt a large amount of relief. He was probably going to survive this. And she probably wasn't, as much as that thought sickened him. "I bet most of the more psychotic players from the last one of these things started out ju...

Oh god, she's trying to throw me... Only one way out of this now. His mind had been distracted by the accidental grope. She planted a foot on his chest and grabbed his wrists. She was going to toss him at the rocks or something.  As he rose up, he   twisted his hands so that half of each of his pal...

The psychotic bitch just wouldn't run, which would be her best option right now, according to Harry. In all honesty, his heart wasn't in this fight, and hers seemed to be. This was a bad, bad, thing, and consequently, Harry wished she would just go somewhere else and bother other people. She was obv...

The girl had fucking flipped him over her shoulder!  He hadn't let go of her arm and she threw him about five feet into the river. Harry had the forsight to throw his gun to the other side mid-air, getting the bullets wet ould be bad, but he landed hard in the water, stunning him for a second. She w...