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Post by scotland on Mar 3, 2012 8:07:23 GMT -6
Scotland knew exactly where he was going. He had squeezed out every bit of information that Estonia had to offer, and now he was on a war path, the likes of which that no one had ever seen. Should he have ran into Death itself, it was very likely that Death would have stepped to the side rather than get in his way. The Scotsman was seething, each breath ragged and raging, pure rage burning in his emerald eyes.
The door to the Billiard Room received no mercy as the Scotsman literally kicked it in, not caring for the damage he had inflicted on the door frame or the door itself. Stepping inside, his eyes slowly scanned the room. This was it. This was the room where England died. His hands, already gripped into large fists, tightened even further, and he slammed one into the closest wall.
"Ah'm here!" he roared at the top of his lungs. "Ah'm here, you fucks, and you've got somethin' Ah want!" Were it possible to literally explode with anger, the entire manor would have suffered an explosion equivalent to an atomic bomb. "Come on! You want anaer shot t'kill me, don't ye!? Well, here Ah am! You had me brother killed in this room, damn you, and Ah be wantin' the thing that did it! Bring 'im here! If you don't, Ah'll burn this entire damn place down to th' fuckin' ground with everyone in it! Bring him here NOW!" he demanded.
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Post by EEOS on Mar 9, 2012 9:55:14 GMT -6
It sat there, as still a statue, and it is this that it could be mistaken, due to his gray coloration and lack thereof movement. Its great eyes were closed, allowing the final stages of its induced healing to recover the full strength of its great sight, though it’s hearing and other senses were already returned to full health. Its encounter and involvement in the Game organized by the creature’s master had nearly killed him and if hadn’t been for the Guides interruption to extinguish to fire set in the room, the human would have been the victor, if he didn’t burn himself.
The Manor, the alien’s master, had drawn the alien creature through itself to be retuned to the deepest depths of the mansion, the basement, and more specifically, the cages. Here is where the ‘pets’ of the Manor came to be held until summoned or until released to roam, or to be healed. It gave the appearance hat the Great Master cared for the creatures it controlled, yet when they were killed, the creatures were simply reanimated, just as it could be done to humans, just so they could go hunt more: hunt and die; a cruel, endless cycle with no peace for the creatures, not that they cared. To leave an almost eternal life with nothing more but satisfying the raw urge to kill and spill blood, was paradise within this house of horror; the perfect territory for any nightmarish creature.
EEOS, this name given to the creature by one of the humans and it had stuck as a title, was still settled in the midst of its cell, when a sudden shock of desire shpt through its body and the creature’s eyes snapped open. It was being summoned; its master wanted it to face… The image of a red-haired human, rage burning in his eyes, fell into the alien’s vast intelligence and he instantly downloaded what exactly what was being asked of him, as told by the Manor.
Interesting…. The human’s motive was retribution, against the alien itself. EEOS, who felt nothing except perhaps curiosity, bowed its great head towards the darkness, inclining his acknowledgment to his master’s command, and felt his being stretched. The creature stood as every atom that consisted in his body was tied to an invisible string; puppeteer by the Manor’s power, and the alien’s conscious was pulled upwards. Within seconds, the darkness of the cage was gone and the alien stood within the room that the last time he had seen it, was filled with smoke and flame. His transition from the basement had been near instantaneous, the only way to reach the cages was through the Master’s power, and he entrance had been silent and near unnoticeable.
The seven foot tall alien cast a twelve foot long shadow down and over the figure of the red-haired man, his back to the alien and the alien watched motionless as the man’s entire body tensed upon registering the presence of the sudden shadow. The great eyes scanned the back of the human, taking in his height, build, his weapon, and he recalled the volume of the voice made by the human through his master’s images. Conclusion: the human would be a greater challenge than the last two pathetic humans he had faced, especially the one the alien had killed, gaining sustenance from the blood spilt. Without obvious provoke, the alien suddenly swept the back of its long hand forcefully across the back of the human, sending his flying halfway across the room, right onto the spot on the floor which was unusually darker than the rest.
The alien waited until the shock of the attack registered to the human and he turned to EEOS before the creature lifted the same arm, which he had struck with and extended a single long, sharp digit down, at the floor where Scotland now resided on. It was the exact spot where England’s body had fallen, where it had disappeared, and where the only evidence remaining was the large, dried blood stain that encircled Scotland in a rough orb. EEOS watched intently he human’s reaction; it had much to learn form this new opponent.
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Post by scotland on Mar 11, 2012 1:03:27 GMT -6
Scotland's body tensed, feeling the weight of the creatures shadow pressing down on him. His arm twitched for his claymore, but he did not make a move, knowing the creature would be on him before he could get his monstrous weapon out of the scabbard. "Whut are ye waitin' fer, ya limp dicked fuck?" he growled, hands clenched tightly.
The impact had somewhat caught him off gaurd, not because he had been struck, but because it had obviously not been intended to be lethal. On his hands and knees, Scotland glared up at the creature. "If this be yer way of askin' fer a blowjob, Ah'll have ta decline." he spat.
At first, he thought the beast was pointing at him, though he couldn't understand why. After a moment, though, he realised it wasn't pointing at him, but under him. Warily, Scotland looked down. Why was the thing pointing at a bloody dark red stain on the floo- Scotland's accent had answered his question for him. It really was a bloody dark red stain. The realization hit him like a ton of bricks.
"...This your way of tauntin' me?" he asked. "Because if so, it weren't so smart. Y've just given me all th'more reason t'rip ye limb from limb." Scotland rose up to his full height, but still had to glare up at the alien. "This is all just a game t'ye, innit? Just messin' with our lives like this, huntin' us like animals. Far as yer concerned, we ain't even got names, do we?" he asked in an eerily level voice. "'Is name was Arthur. 'E was the youngest of five, four brothers an' one sister. 'E was 175.26 centimeters tall. He owned every Sherlock Holmes novel ever written, and could recite some of the paragraphs from memory. Loved to play piano. 'E lived in London, and grew roses in his spare time. Claimed to have the best roses in the United Kingdom." Scotland explained, his knuckles turning white. Try as he might, he couldn't stop an angry tear from falling from his eye.
"We didn't 'ave any parents. Ah raised Arthur an' th' others myself, with me own two 'ands, and you took 'im from me. You stole away me baby bruther, an' fer what? Fer some sick twisted game. You took away my family for your own fuckin' amusement." Scotland growled, unsheathing his claymore, taking the familiar weight in both hands. "You son of a bitch. No one, no one, fucks with my family!" His voice was getting louder, his silent rage boiling up, ready to explode. "Me reverend always said that a man answers t'God fer the things he's done, but y'know what? Fuck that. God can do what 'E wants with ya when ya die, but as long as ya be alive, you answer to me! Scotland roared, charging at the alien. He swung the claymore in a powerful horizontal sweep, letting the weight of the blade carry him. Pulling it up in mid turn, he held it high above his head and swung it directly down as soon as he was facing the EEOS again.
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Post by EEOS on Mar 12, 2012 12:26:17 GMT -6
The alien stood there, still, calm, and unaffected by the barrage of useless blabber coming from the mouth of the rather agitated, pathetic human. Still, it watched with interest as the human male spoke at him, enriching his rant with the rant in his voice, and while EEOS understood English, it had learned all of Earth’s languages long ago, this human’s accent…. Was rather uncomfortable to listen to. The alien wished to silence the human but it resisted and simply stood there, allowing the human to excite itself with its long, brutish speech, which sounded rather dull in the creature’s hearing canals. It was simply fascinating that the human thought he could rouse some sort of emotion or reaction out of the alien simply by shouting some words about the puny human it had slain earlier…. To EEOS, these humans that run this planets were simply things to learn from, like books, and were excellent storehouses for the red liquid that the alien had developed quite the diet for.
So, the alien allowed the human to have his tantrum, waiting patiently fir him to finish, and thus allowing EEOS to study the human without distraction from a frontal point of view. Then, finally, the human target drew its weapon; finally a reason for the alien to be here. EEOS had seen the sort of weapon before, had read about it, and had sucked out the knowledge from the minds of pitiful warriors across this planet for centuries. The creature knew of this human’s kind, brash, stupid, and quick to ager thus quick to engage in battle. And, as predicted the human finished his tirade of meaningless words and uttered a loud, ignoramus sound, before charging towards EEOS. Now the alien’s superior, heightened mind came into play and with its great, calculating eyes, it analyzed every moment of the human’s charged down to every red fiber on the male’s head.
Almost in slow-notion, the alien calculated every angle, degree and change in muscle tension of the human as it came forward with its weapon, swinging in an horizontal circumference before alternating his sword’s path to stroke down vertically, intending to cleave the alien in two. If the creature could feel amusement, that idea would certainly have amused it. It watched the blade near its body, it vast intelligence calculating down the last possible millisecond that alien had before it in fact got injured, and it wait until this time to make sure that there was no possible way for the human to stop its weapon’s path. At that moment, the alien, known for its agility next to its intelligence, simply leaned slightly to the left, literally a few inches and turned its starved-appearing body to become parallel to the blade itself and thus, out of harm’s way. This meant, however the human was now completely at the creature’s mercy. EEOX had enough time to consider killing the human now but the loud, uncivilized human intrigued the alien and so, it would let him live for the time being, until it grew tired of the male’s presence.
Quicker than any human could possibly comprehend, the alien struck out once more with its arm, catching the human directly in the stomach, with enough force to probably break ribs and certainly to send the male flying back across the room where he landed hard and loud, destroying a chair in his crash course. EEOS watched the human register that he’d been struck once more and it took a step forward, deciding to engage itself further in confrontation. Long ago, the alien had noticed the tendency in humans that if angered or allowed to think they could win, they acted irrationally and with all force, a fool’s decision, and many had died by simply charging at EEOS and it was not mercy that protected Scotland from dying, but the alien’s curiosity. It wanted to observe what its master had described as “revenge”.
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Post by scotland on Mar 21, 2012 0:10:29 GMT -6
Scotland wasn't remotely shocked that the alien had dodged his initial swing. He might not have even been that shocked if it had dodged the following downward swing. He was shocked, however, by the minimal movement the creature had used. In all his two thousand something years of living, he'd seen plenty of ways to get out of a moving claymores path, but never had he seen someone literally inch away from it.
His eyes barely registered the motion the creature made, and even if he had been fast enough to catch it, the massive recoil of his weapon's downward ascent wouldn't have allowed it. The creature literally knocked both the wind out of his lungs and the sword out of his hand as it sent him flying across the room, crashing into a chair. Scotland laid there, propped up on an elbow, dazed. He felt a searing pain in his chest, and after a nasty cough, spat up a bright red blob of blood and other bodily fluids.
Ewan grimaced, touching his chest, trying to assess the extent of the harm. The creature wasn't just strong, it was titanic. Scotland had taken plenty of beatings that had left him in this sort of pain, but he couldn't remember the last time, if there had ever been one, when a single blow had landed him like this. For God's sake, he was so full of castles, he sometimes wondered if he could take a cannonball to the chest. But this beast, EEOS, had done this to him.
Scotland looked up to the alien creature, and saw it simply standing there. He had no weapon, he was down, and he could likely have a broken rib just waiting to make it's presence known the moment he got up, but it only stood there, watching.
'E's toyin' with mae. Scotland realised. This innae nuttin' but anutha game ta him The thought of being seen as nothing but a play toy filled the ancient celt with rage.
"Yer stahrtin' tah piss mae off, yeoo gray cunt." he scowled, forcing himself onto a knee. His chest screamed at him in furious agony, but he refused to listen, instead reaching for a leg of the demolished chair. "Ah innae yer fookin' plahthing, dammit. Scotland is no ones bitch!" he roared. His chest, his mind, every fiber of rationality in his body demanded that he take heed of the damage the creature's done, but his boiling blood and savage instincts refused to listen to them, forcing him to his feet, towards the EEOS. His arm raised, club in hand, and swung furiously for the beast. His left hand, balled into a fist, then rose up to strike it.
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Post by EEOS on Apr 19, 2012 16:13:40 GMT -6
This pathetic excuse of a human wanted to die. This statement was not concluded sarcastically, EEOS was not capable of sarcasm, but it was an interesting deduction for the man’s actions. The alien was content with allowing the human to have a breather, to regain its senses, for it knew that the fragile bodies of humans easily broke under the pressure of force which the alien had just administered to the human’s chest cavity. Indeed, the alien’s superior hearing had confirmed this when it had heard the telltale snap of what it deduced as a skeletal counterpart in the human ribcage. However, in an odd turn of events, the human proceeded to ignore the rather generous recovery time given and thought it worthier to charge once more blindly towards EEOS; truly this human was a fascinatingly, moronic subject…. Too bad it would have to be killed.
The alien stood motionless, not even flinching to show it could be perturbed or even concerned that Scotland was charging towards it brandishing a splintered chair leg. The alien was instead thinking of the numerous courses of actions it could take, all without exerting much movement and becoming uninjured. After filing two hundred- and thirty seven possibilities, EEOS chose to simply give what the human obviously wanted: pain leading to death. In an easy follow-through motion, just as the human was nearer the five foot perimeter around the creature, the alien moved its entire body in a serpentine motion forward, extending its right forelimb forwards at a lower level while its other arm shot forward much higher. In union, both arm met their calculated targets.
The creature grasped the raised chair leg with its elevated arm, but it knew that it was with said arm’s counterpart that the human would be currently more concerned with. EEOS knew that when it came to physical weaponry, it has a rather slim arsenal at its disposal save for its rather long and intensely sharp digits. Incidentally, EEOS” entire right hand’s deadly sharp tips were all delved deep into the human’s stomach reason. If the alien were to say an exact length, about 2.34 inches as a rounded number and the creature could feel the electricity, the arterial throb, and the warmth from the blood of the human’s interior through its fingers.
The dark orbs that were EEOS eyes barreled down into he shaken ones of the human male, and it stared, for a moment, before slowly withdrawing its hand from its current position and brought its longest digit to its small mouth. An awful sucking noise filled the dead-silent room as the alien inhaled Scotland’s blood from the length of its finger. In one motion, it also released its grip from the chair leg and stepped the entire length of the room away to be on the other side, its body perpendicular to Scotland’s back. The man’s face now was towards the door and EEOS was content with allowing its prey leaving, it preferred it that way. Following its dying prey, a patient and observational hunt, and only when it was certain that the blood had pooled enough and the heart was barely audio, would it go feast.
~~ Sidenote: This is just a reminder to please just watch your language content in your posts. I know you've designed Scotland to be a slightly more vulgar character, but since this isn't a true canon character, and to correspond with ProBoards rules, just tone it down a bit. Thanks!
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Post by scotland on May 8, 2012 22:44:28 GMT -6
Scotland knew the creature would catch his club. In fact, he'd intended on it. He figured it wouldn't think of his free hand, that fist flying towards it's face. But as it's long, razor sharp digits pierced his stomach, he realized that he was horribly, horribly wrong. Ewan let out a noise somewhere between a gasp and a cough, stopped dead in his tracks. He stared, eyes wide, body trembling, at it's hand as it pulled out and sucked at his precious life giving blood, and, for the first time in a very long time, Scotland was afraid for his life.
Scotland stumbled to his knees when it released him. He clutched at his bleeding stomach, waiting for the killing blow, but none came. He turned his head to look at the creature, but saw it only standing there, watching, waiting. Why wouldn't it attack? Why did it simply stand back, giving him the chance to run? The horrifying truth came to him easily. It wanted him to run.
Still trembling, Ewan somehow got to his feet, but after only three steps, stumbled, catching himself against the bar table. "Damn it..." he gasped, holding himself up on weak, shaking arms. Looking over the table, he saw several bottles sitting there. Well, at least whoever owned this hellish place had good tastes. Well, Scotland had lived his life as a drunkard, only fitting to end it the same way. Grasping a bottle, he collapsed, turning to rest his back against the bar.
He cast his gaze over to EEOS once more. "Ah'm done fer. Do what ye will." he challenged weakly, looking at the bottle. Ninety proof whiskey. Damn, that was some potent stuff. Uncorking it with his teeth, Scotland took a long drink, then set it down, and reached for his cigarettes. Strange that he was still breathing. Was it just being kind, letting him have these last comforts, or was it just another part of it's game? What did it matter? Lighting up, he took a long drag, exhaled, and picked up the bottle again.
Well, he'd lived a good life. He'd laughed and cried, he'd felt pleasure and pain. He'd even had four siblings that he loved more than anything. In spite of it all, Scotland smiled, thinking back on those days. He remembered how he'd rough housed with them, how they would race to the sea and splash and play, and all the little magic tricks they'd done. He remembered how wide eye'd little Wales had been when he'd breathed fire. Breathed fire.....
Scotland looked up at EEOS. "Ah told ye, Ah'm done. Ah'm not playin' anymore. So come on an' get it over with." he stated, raising the bottle to his lips. Slowly, he drank, his cigarette seemingly forgotten in his hand. He lowered the bottle at last, and raised the cigarette, staring at it weakly, savoring the mouthful of whisky he hadn't swallowed. Come on, yeoo bastard. Lets end this. he thought.
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Post by EEOS on May 27, 2012 10:40:39 GMT -6
The alien observed the feeble male human as it staggered across the room to only collapse next to the wooden barrier that carried several glass bottles containing liquor. The male seemed to think it important to take one of these bottles before it had fallen from its feet. EEOS knew that those bottles contained a liquid that had an interesting on their bodies and minds. Truthfully, the creature that it fruitless that the human wished to dull its motions and thought process in order to save its life but it had also observed from previous years that the liquid seemed to be good to dull pain. Pathetic.
The red haired male continued to speak to EEOS, another sign that he was going insane, and the creature could see that this human was not in any way smart or intelligent. The creature was more than willing to watch this human for days, to learn more about it, but its injury to the male was fatal, it near it, for its keen knowledge of human atomy ensured that its blow had severed one of the male’s intestinal arteries; the alien had ensured that the human was bleeding internally and would die within the hour. That was a small amount of time for the alien to wait until it could feed but EEOS was notorious for its observation and patience. The creature was not exactly prone to violence, unless needed, which meant it would rather not engage itself into conflict.
The human had by now withdrawn a small, white tube from its personal effects and this cylinder was placed between its lips and a flame closely was produced afterwards to set the tip of the tube to smolder. The alien had seen humans do this before, in other shapes and forms, and with its heightened sense of smell, EEOS disliked the odor of the smoke produced, though not enough to alter the creature’s appearance or cause it to stir.
Then, the human remained where he was, unmoving reasonably, and continued to produce more smoke, shrinking the white cylinder, and consuming dulling liquid. The tall grey alien also remained motionless, tough far more than Scotland. The human male’s life clock was ticking and the creature was content with observing and taking note of how the male would spend its last moments. After a small amount of time, 2.45675 minutes to be exact, the male made eye with the creature and once more spoke directly to it with his odd way of communication.
Once more the alien found interest that the male referred to him to him so like it could alter his chance, or perhaps like EEOS would actually answer. When he came to communication, it was a mystery to all including the Manor whether or not the alien could speak in human speech, for it understood it, but he remained silent save for its distinct mutterings of his ancestral, extraterrestrial language. Humans were stupid…. plain and simple. The alien watched the human drink, its cylinder of smoking smolder in its grasp and something simmered in the creature’s mind. It stood beside the bar, shelves full of liquor, and a memory played in high definition with its bulbous head of its previous visit to this room, of how when flames were all around, those bottles exploded and fed the fire’s intensity.
Blinking its double set of eyelids, the creature could almost see the pitiful process of thought above the human’s head. Fire and the liquid was a combustible mixture, and the human had both. A small growl reverberated from deep within the creature’s chest cavity. It recalled all too well the burns it had received from the spectacles wearing male, and it was by the power of his Master that he was once more whole and well. The creature if it kept its distance form the human that it would be unable to injury him severely and it could simply wait out until the male’s lifeblood choked him to death.
Or, it could experiment with the male’s limited actions. The creature speedily calculated all possibilities of its actions, in a speed that surpassed all human supercomputers. Filtering done, the alien reached out with both of its long grey arms and with a tenderness that contrasted its strength, its wrapped its razor sharp digits around the necks of two rum bottles sitting upon the bar counter. The glass was cool and any additional pressure would break the fragile glass in the alien’s grip. With next to little force given, the alien simply tossed both bottles at the human. The bottles smashed upon the hardness of the wooden floors, splattering the human with liquor and tiny fragments of glass. A surface area of roughly 1.23 feet around the male was covered by alcohol, and the EEOS only then took a step forward. Of the human still wished to use its fire at its exposal to continue to fight, it would do so with the threat of setting itself on fire as well.
Experiment commenced.
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Post by scotland on Jun 17, 2012 14:46:00 GMT -6
Scotland watched the EEOS, swallowing the mouthful of whiskey he'd been savoring. What was taking it so long? It didn't look like the drinking sort, and he doubted it was trying to top him off. So then what was the point of the rum, he had to wonder. He flinched as it began tossing bottles, the familiar sound of shattering glass ringing in his ears as he was covered by the remnants of the bottles and what they had been storing.
"Now, y'see, this is woy Ah cannae 'ave noice thin's." he joked dryly, raising the cigarrette for another puff. He understood what the creature was doing, but the question in his mind was what proof? Weaker rums tended to just flare up and puff out, but considering how fancy this place was, the rum could be just as potent as the whisky. He could end up burning himself alive.
The EEOS approched him, looking at him, as if it dared him to make his move. "Thought of everythin', 'aven't ye?" he asked, staring up into the dark orbs staring down at him. "Well, cannae blame me fer troyin', can ye?" he asked. The red headed nation chuckled bitterly, before coughing up another wad of blood and spit. "Ah could'nae protect A'th'r. Ah failed me fam'ly. This is mah punishment, Ah can accept it..." he relinquished, taking a long draught from the bottle.
He slammed the bottom of the bottle against the same bar he was resting against, hearing a satisfying crack as the rim shattered. At the same time, he raised his cigarrette, and spat out the whisky, ingiting it into a makeshift flamethrower. The arm clutching the bottle whirled forward, tossing the shattering bottle into the midsts of the flame, whisky flying everywhere. "BUT AH'M TAKIN' YE WITH ME!" he roared as the bottle flung from his hands.
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Post by EEOS on Jun 26, 2012 20:08:46 GMT -6
This human was spending its last few moments of life quite… unfulfilling. It kept insisting on speaking to the alien, and EEOS suspected that the pathetic creature was mentally disabled or at least retarded. Shame… though not really. With the step it had taken, EEOS now stood 5.63 feet away from the human male, a distance that would take a considerable amount of effort to cross quickly in the human’s condition, who had a significant amount of blood already and would soon pass out from the loss of blood. The alien was quite aware of its abilities, of its speed capacity in such closed in quarters, yet its curiosity of the human momentarily flared when the human continued speaking and began to fiddle about with the glass container within its grasp. It only took about 0.0045 seconds for EEOS to figure out what the human was intending to do and it only took 0.1897 seconds for the alien to decide that while it would experience excruciating pain and endure injuries it had just recently been healed from but, giving the human a lasting taste of possible victory before quelling I by death, seemed like a more suitable way to end the feeble human’s life. At the moment, the creature felt no connection to its Master, though it knew that it was always watched over for its eyes had no limit within the Baudeau Estate. Meaning, whither or not the Master approved of EEOS’ decision; the alien was going to proceed anyways. The grey alien stood as still as any statue, croutched and a terrifying menacing, as Scotland roared out in anger and propelled a flaming arsenal of flambéed alcohol directly at EEOS. Time slowed as the alien watched nearly every flaming droplet fly through the air towards it, the tiny muscles changes in the human’s face and body as he continued with his throwing motion phases, and EEOS could at any moment simply accelerate through a serious of movements and be completely out of harms way. But where was the experimentation in that? The flaming liquid struck the alien’s skin and high-pitch shrill of agony exploded throughout the room, loud enough to shatter a few alcohol bottles and surely secretly damage the fragile eardrums of the human. EEOS cringed and smashed down one of hand upon the counter, destroying the wood. It was aflame, fire licking across grey skin, and through its thrashing torture, the alien suddenly became still and refocused its gaze upon the human and without warning struck forward and its long digits were suddenly around the humans neck. What a spectacle it must have looked like, a seven foot tall burning alien lifting a bleeding, red-haired nation up by the neck like it was picking up a balloon, and gazed into the green eyes of the male as it cut off its air supply. An angry hiss emanated from EEOS’ mouth, the alien unmoving although it continued to burn and with a twitch, a loud crack echoed through the room, the spinal cord of Scotland crushed, ending his life in an instant. Throwing the body to the ground, the alien finally let out a pained wail and fell to its knees, waiting for its Master to extinguish the flames that were also engulfing the room due to the spilt liquor. The flames danced in the black orbs of the alien, its gaze frozen to the motionless body of the Scot and with a flick of its arm, sliced open the wrist of the human and leaned down to begin drinking the spilt blood. Above it, an Inhabitant appeared and with a wave of its hand, the fire of the room vanished, as did its damaged, though the burns on the alien remained. With fresh blood in its system and a whole body to drain, the creature would heal quickly so there was no need for the Master to intervene. The nation of Scotland was dead after all, and that in itself pleased them all. ~~~~
The Nation of Scotland is dead, first to be added to the Manor Obituary, an honour in itself. For this thread, it is Game Over in itself, though in the Manor, Scotland lives on so rest assured. Good luck, you may reply to this post if you wish, and no hard feelings!~ MoF Staff
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