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1/2/2016 5:39:28 AM
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[b]He slams his fist into the table so hard it snaps it like a twig. [/b]"I'LL MURDER THOSE MOTHERFŪCKERS, AND MUTILATE THEIR FAMILIES"
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"I don't have any leads." [b]He sighed, straightening his tie.[/b]
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"You don't have leads, though I have 7 billion people ready to attack"
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"Believe me when I say, it was the cleanest kill... I couldn't trace it to anyone." [b]He sighed, rubbing his forehead.[/b]
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"Location, time, date, bullet used?" [spoiler]oh, I'm turning this into a story arc. [/spoiler]
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"My apartment, 13:50, Third of May.. About the bullets.. There were bullet holes... But- no bullets." [b]He rubbed his slight beard on his chin.[/b]
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"Shit, give me a minute" [b]he says, and a 7'5 man in green, EVA variant Spartan armour walks in. [/b] "You telepathically called?"
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[i]"Who the hell is this?"[/i] [b]He thought.[/b] "Uh."
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Jt: "Jason, meet Hunter, me from another dimension"
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"Oh, hello Hunter."
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"Hunter here is going to possess you and tap into your memory, then rewind time and freely roam to the murderer, getting a look at his face"
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[b]Inside of Jason's mind, something locked entirely.[/b] "Murder? What murder?" [b]Almost as if the murderer was telepathically watching.[/b]
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[b]His ghost exits the body, before jumping into his mind, looking for any memories of the murder, suspicious of him"[/b]
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Modificato da The WORLD1897: 1/2/2016 6:05:19 AM[b]No memories of the day are found, oddly.[/b]
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[b]He goes to the closest time, before or after the murder[/b]
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[b]You find a memory after, Jason crying into his arms, surrounded by bottles of alcohol.[/b]
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[b]He pops in there, reversing time, outside what he remembers, to see the murder scene[/b]
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[b]You see a blur zooming around the room, a corporeal and unseen figure cutting down the bloodline.[/b]
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[b]He pauses the memory and analyzes the figures face[/b]
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[b]It has no face, just an odd corporeal blur, misshapen tentacle like appendages creating bullet like holes through everyone in Jason's bloodline. Not a bandit, as Jason thought.[/b]
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[b]He thinks to himself[/b] [i]Cthulhu? No, why would my brother want his family when him and Jennifer are fine?[/i] [b]he analyzes it further, moving the tentacles[/b]
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[b]The figure snapped out of existence, leaving everyone to bleed to death on the ground. Lena raised a hand up to the ceiling, blood trailing from her laps, as her breath grew ragged.. Tears trailed down her cheeks, realizing there would be no help coming. The spark of life within her died, and her hand fell to the floor, leaving her to stare at the wall blankly.[/b]
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[b]Hunter leaves the mind, repossessing the corpse he had. [/b] Hunter: "okay, plan B"
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[b]Jason sighed.[/b] "...?"
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JT: "oh no. Nonononono Hunter, don't you dare do it." Hunter: "oh, I'm doing it. And you're staying" JT: "for the record: fūck you" Hunter: "you basically just told yourself to go fūck yourself" JT: "well it's because plan B ain't a plan I'm willing to do while I'm here!" Hunter: "I don't give a rats ass, it's plan B or C, and I think plan B is much better of a bet"
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"What's Plan B?" [b]He asked.[/b]
