Post-game: Angrist's narrative

[Angrist]

My story starts in the second day, after Green was killed. I divided it up in days that each contained two half rounds. I tried to implement forum names and statements to keep it interesting and recognizable. I also tried to stay as close to Dylfons narration as possible. :) Enjoy.

Day Two
“I'm too old for this,” professor Angrist thought, and he sighed. Since the death of Green, one hour ago, it had been chaos. While everybody was still trying to understand what happened, the professor already knew. Well, he had a theory.
Now he was on his way to doctor Bond Copper because his leg got hurt in the uproar and he wanted the doctor to have a look at it. As he neared his room, he heard a muffled scream and a splatter of fluid. His heartbeat fastened, he ducked behind a wall and peeked around the corner. He couldn't believe his eyes: it was the doctor, being torn apart by... the thing. Watching the slaughter made his stomach turn and he felt the urge to scream. Or run. Do something. Instead, he fought his fears and kept watching. Observing. He was a scientist after all... What was left of Bond began reforming itself, as the thing crawled away to find a new victim. Now the doctor was standing again. He even picked up his glasses, as if nothing had happened.
For a few seconds, the professor was shocked by that observation. It exceeded everything he had feared. It mimics people! Everybody could be infected! He had to get out of here. Had the doctor seen him?? He didn't think so.
Not daring to peek around the corner again, he walked back to the canteen, his leg throbbing from pain and his heart throbbing from fear.

“Where you been man? Ain't no good sneaking around in times like these, aight?” It was Danny Nauls. They were looking at the professor from a wooden table. It was clear they had been talking about something and they had come to a conclusion.
“I... went to my room to think.” He didn't want to tell about doctor Copper. Not yet. He saw the unbelieving eyes look at him. “Just don't do anything stupid”, BaBReady said. Something stupid... like keeping his secret to myself? But what if somebody is already one of them? Who to tell? Who to trust?! “Don't worry”, Angrist replied, and thought: leave that to me.

When later Bond had come in, everything had seemed normal. The creature was good at what he did. The professor thought he noticed something different, but that was probably because he wanted to see it. For a moment he even wondered if he had imagined the whole thing, but he quickly shook that thought out of his head.
Since he had returned, he felt that some of the others suspected him of being infected. When Fox Childs finally said it out loud, professor Angrist couldn't take it anymore. He snapped: “I'm a scientist for crying out loud!! You need me here! I am more valuable to you than you know!!” But in the meanwhile he wondered if he had said too much. He feared he might become the next target of the thing.
“I knew he had to brag about his education sooner or later,” Childs said. He received 2 nods from team members, but BaBReady said: “Well now, we all know the professor as a reasonable and nice guy, let's not make the atmosphere even worse than it is.” Childs looked with hard eyes at the table. The only one who gave the professor a friendly look was Manasecret Bennings.
After dinner, he had the chance to talk to Bennings. The professor said: “I see that you're suspecting Strangler, but I have a better target. Believe me when I say that Bond is infected. We have the chance to take him out.” “Don't worry about today,” Bennings replied and he walked away.

[Angrist]

Day Three
When the next morning the German, Palmer pointed that he had seen Copper go out into the snow by himself, the professor was quick to add to the suspicion. This was the best way: he helped revealing the creature, while staying out of the spotlight himself. And when Garry pulled the trigger to put the thing out of its misery, he felt a relief: he was safe for a while. But he knew that there were more of them and the knowledge that he couldn't trust anyone was frightening. He had some leads as to who might be infected as well. But it was all suspicion, he had no facts. No observations, no data.
As they walked back inside, they found the other dead person. It was Bennings, with a knife in the throat. His friend Manasecret, the one he thought he could trust. The one who had helped him kill Copper. While everybody stood there, the professor suddenly realised they didn't have a doctor anymore. Nobody to investigate the body, to take initiative. He softly pushed BaBReady aside, and suddenly he realised that their expedition leader was whimpering. As he looked BaBReady in the face, he saw the fear and the tears and thought: This is no creature, this is still a man. A man who protects his team.

As they sat around the table, the discussion started again. Who was infected? Strangler kept making himself suspicious by shouting that he wasn't the alien and by constantly blaming others: “I find it odd that a lot of people jumped on Copper at the last minute. I didn't vote for Copper because I didn't think he was guilty, but the smart play would have been for the other alien to jump in at the last second and pile on an alien who they realize is about to be killed by the mob.” And so Strangler rattled on and on.
If the man was innocent, why couldn't he shut up? Even though Angrist didn't have a good feeling about him, he kept considering the possibility of killing of an innocent man. On the other hand, they had no other lead, and Strangler kept causing terrible uproars. He had voted for professor Angrist a few times, and also today he was blaming him. Angrist didn't fear. He knew he was right.

As he went to bed, he whispered in BaBReady's ear: “I fear for my safety. I could use your protection...”

[Angrist]

Day Four
It was a cold morning, the coldest in weeks, and it affected the men. Icy stares accompanied the icy weather. They were preparing the autopsy of Copper's body. Professor Angrist expected it could be dangerous and he had suggested that Strangler would help operating, providing the men a chance to turn onto him. But as they were waiting for Strangler to arrive, they heard a scream: “Don't kill me! I am uninfected!! I hope you bastards shed a shame-filled tear when you find out!!!”
Fox Childs came in, shouting and cursing. “I found Strangler, he's got one of those knifes in his throat!”
He was right. When they neared the body, they saw the knife in the throat, just like they had found Bennings, the innocent, killed by one of their own. But no innocent victim this time. Stranglers chest moved in ways that made the others sick. As the body recovered, Childs stood ready with the flamethrower. Strangler burned really good, to the content of everybody who had been insulted by him.

When they got back to the autopsy, people pushed forward the researcher they called The Game. Somebody shouted: “Let him help with the autopsy now that Strangler is dead!” Professor Angrist hadn't expected this, but it happened. Minutes later he saw the researcher die, fear of death in his eyes. He had not been infected. The professor suddenly realised that a while ago, he had had just as many votes as this poor guy. Close call...

It was at that time that some of the men noticed that people were missing from the room. The professor was quick enough to see the German assistant mechanic Palmer walk down the corridor. Palmer grabbed a few metal objects until his hands were full. Suddenly, another arm sprouted from his body and grabbed some more staves. The professor gasped and held his breath. Three arms? He thought his eyes were deceiving him, so he blinked a few times. But there he was, assistant mechanic Palmer, with not two, but three arms. Another one for on the list...

And once again the speculation began. Although he was starting to get used to it, he feared for his safety. He had had to open his mouth more often than he wanted. He started to think about who had teamed with the killed aliens. And with the living one, Palmer. Based on that analysis, he came up with a few persons who probably weren't infected. He needed them on his side, but how?
When he noticed Danny Nauls walking out of the room, he waited for one minute and went after him. He met him in front of the toilet. “Friend, trust me like others have trusted me before... Palmer is infected. Watch his moves and you might notice, but this is not how I know what I know.” Nauls answered: “I am aware of your role. Did you investigate Palmer or is this a guess?” He knows what I am. Or does he just pretend?
“Yes, I am the seer and I saw Palmer is infected. Now that I revealed my role, I can only hope that you will not be infected for a long while.”
He found two more chances to speak to people in private, asking them to trust him one more night.

Although he had tried to raise suspicion for the German Palmer, after dinner professor Angrist was suddenly the favorite target. When he looked at BaBReady, he realised that he could no longer trust him. He was acting strangely. He could have convinced the others that the professor was uninfected. Was BaBready this mornings target? Did the aliens get him, did they infect the guardian? It seemed like the only solution. Now BaBReady wanted the professor dead, because he knew he was the seer, they had spoken about it. Also, BaBReady had mentioned that he would gain the professor's powers if he died. The bastard. Now there is only one way. I must reveal everything, it's my only chance.

Day Five
The next morning, Angrist started running a computer test. Now that things were out of his hands, he had to know the possible consequences: he feared for a worldwide infection.

Ten minutes later the results blinked on the screen, and the professor made up his mind. They were coming to kill him. Him, an innocent man, who had helped taking out 3 aliens. And after that? The whole world was endangered. Now is the time. He grabbed the axe and took swing.

[Dylflon]

Haha, I liked that, Angrist.


You took everything that happened with you in the game an turned it into a very entertaining narration of your own.

Good show, my friend.

I'd love to see more people do this.

[The Germanator]

Dude got killed.

There. Happy?

[Dylflon]

Dude got killed.

There. Happy?



A+

Would read again.

[Yoda9864]

Nice narration. Too bad I'm not creative enough to write a story :-(

[manasecret]

I liked it because I was in it. I actually said that, too! I'm so plot-worthy.

[Typhoid]

I'm easily creative enough, but my part sucked.
It sucked so much Dylan didn't even publicly post my part after the game.

[Dylflon]

I'm easily creative enough, but my part sucked.
It sucked so much Dylan didn't even publicly post my part after the game.

That you were Fuchs?

Did too.

[Angrist]

Glad you liked it. :) I was very lucky with who I seered, which is why I came up with writing the story.

Also: yesterday I watched the movie The Thing. They got it all wrong man! :(