Final Narration + Post-Game Thread

[Dylflon]

Three men remained in the room: Windows, Garry, and another one of the base’s younger researchers. The young nameless researcher had taken the liberty of wetting himself. Garry walks over to the young man, kneels down next to him and makes a shushing motion with his finger.

“Ssshhhh, it’s going to be okay”

Garry puts his hands on either side of the researcher’s neck, almost in a gentle and caressing way. He then makes a quick jerk and the researcher’s neck snaps.

Windows scrambles backwards as quickly as he can.

“No no no no no, no fucking way”

Garry stands up and turns around to face Windows. Garry does not run, but walks towards him at a calm and collected pace.

“Get the fuck away from me, man!”

The fire still spreads throughout the room. In the only corner of the room not currently on fire, Windows sees it. His salvation. The dynamite. Unfortunately, there is one obstacle between himself and the dynamite, and its name is Garry. Garry stops and turns around to see what Windows has his eyes fixed on.

“Hahaha…is that what you want? To blow us up? They were all infected, Windows. I saved us. We’re alright now. Everything’s going to be just fine.”
That thing could emulate Garry’s voice perfectly. Even with human sounding inflections and all. But the words that were meant to be reassuring were in fact terrifying and sent shivers shooting down Windows’ spine. This thing could emulate us too well, he thought to himself. It has to die.

The dynamite wasn’t going to work. There was nothing he could do now…except…the rifles in the gun case! Windows with renewed strength, ran with all his might out of the room and into the adjacent corridor. Windows felt like he was going to vomit, but he couldn’t let that stand in the way. It was survival time. Time to prove his worth. Time to save humanity. It was in his hands now.

He rounded the last corner and the gun case was in sight. Garry said nothing. No protests from behind him. In fact, Garry hadn’t even followed him. Why isn’t he-

From around another corner, a lone sled dog saunters in. It was the dog that escaped the kennel that night. The night when all of this began. The dog appears pleasant at first, looking at Windows inquisitively. As if to ask “What’s the matter?”.

The dog’s expression quickly turns into a sneer. His fangs come out and he begins growling.

“Oh no…no…”

The dog leaps through the air, knocking Windows backwards. Windows screams in protest but that is soon remedied when the husky rips Windows’ vocal chords from his throat. Hot blood shoots everywhere, covering the walls, the dog, the floor, and Windows’ struggling body. Windows dies with his eyes wide open, as if they were still fixed in horror on his alien assailant. The room is silent except for the sound of a fire extinguisher coming from the common room.

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The dog wanders into the common room, the fire is now mostly under control. Garry has dropped the façade, no longer attempting to emulate human expressions or behavior. His mouth hangs open, and he stares a blank stare. His movements have become unnatural but he has no need to pretend anymore.

Garry begins to drag corpses outside and place them in holes he dug the night before. Fuchs lays frozen on the ground next to these holes. It must have been the last thing he saw before freezing to death. As Garry buries the bodies, the dog lays in the snow, looking on intently. The blood has frozen to his fur. He’ll clean himself later.

After Garry finishes with the bodies, he goes inside to tidy up. He wipes the blood off the walls, locks rooms that have been incinerated, tidies the floors. This place will need to be presentable.

Later that night, Garry tends a fire in the base’s incinerator. The base is calm. The only sound is the howling arctic wind outside. The dog lies near the fire, licking the blood of his fur. All that is left to do is wait. The replacement team will be here in two months.

Of course, a dog shouldn’t know this.
















THE ALIENS WIN

Dead:

GameMaster - anonymous researcher (uninfected) - killed by mob on final day

Swan - Windows (uninfected) - killed by aliens on final day




Remaining players:

Yoda - Garry (infected)

Vampyr - sled dog (infected)



Good game guys.

I'll post the role PMs/hidden mechanics soon.

[Yoda9864]

Hell yeah baby!!! Excellent job Mr. Vampyr.

[Angrist]

Haha that was awesome.

I only now heard that you wrote all the narration yourself. Even came up with the The Thing adaptation. Good game, thanks for the effort.

PS: My (prof. Blairs pov) narration will be up tomorrow.

[Dylflon]

Originally Posted by Angrist

Haha that was awesome.

I only now heard that you wrote all the narration yourself. Even came up with the The Thing adaptation. Good game, thanks for the effort.

PS: My (Blair's pov) narration will be up tomorrow.

You thought I got it from somewhere?

Heh.

Nah, the narrations and rules were all my creation. The only thing I borrowed was the basic rule set.

[Bond]

I'm interested to know how the aliens multiplied so quickly after Strangler's death.

[Dylflon]

Originally Posted by Bond

I'm interested to know how the aliens multiplied so quickly after Strangler's death.

I'll post the role PMs to explain that.

The aliens stopped growing when Germy died.

[Vampyr]

Very well played indeed, Mr. Yoda.

When I first became an alien, it was Nine humans versus the two of us.

[Angrist]

Professor S -> Bond -> Germanator -> Yoda -> Vampyr. I heard those were the only aliens. We humans just did a great job of killing off eachother.

[Angrist]

Haha, Bond, I inspected you the first night, searching for a smart ally, but it said you had "just been infected".

[Angrist]

Remember what they said in PotC: a dishonest man you can always trust to be dishonest. It's the honest ones you want to watch out for, because you can never predict when they're going to do something incredibly... stupid.

[BreakABone]

Originally Posted by Angrist

Remember what they said in PotC: a dishonest man you can always trust to be dishonest. It's the honest ones you want to watch out for, because you can never predict when they're going to do something incredibly... stupid.

You....

Nevermind this is just too easy.

NExt game, I want to be on Vamp's team.

[manasecret]

Wow, how perceptive I was. I suspected Bond and Strangler from the second round almost perfectly. I switched around who was the original alien, but still, I am amazing. Haha. It's too bad someone killed me with their trigger-happy vigilante skills.

And BaB.

You suck.




Dylflon, you forgot mine:

You are:

George Bennings



Bennings, a late 40s/early 50s meteorological specialist assigned to US Outpost 31, is considered as a whiner by his team mates, due to the fact he doesn't resist in expressing his disapproval. He is a good-natured individual who likes to stay away from the action, while maintaining a healthy curiosity for the unknown.

You have no special abilities.

Your win condition is to eradicate all aliens hiding in human form.


Now, wait, if Nauls was able to blow the dynamite at the end, why didn't the humans win?

[Teuthida]

Originally Posted by manasecret

Now, wait, if Nauls was able to blow the dynamite at the end, why didn't the humans win?

I would have had to been the very last uninfected human alive. Two outlived me for a day. MacReady found my dynamite apparently. Must say though, happy about how I died. Direct alien attack. Wonder if I ever made it to the bathroom. Would have hated to have died with a full bladder.

[Angrist]

So that's why Teuthida begged for protection.

Too bad Manasecret got killed off so soon, we were buddies for a round.

[The Germanator]

Way to go Aliens! I knew Vampyr was the best man for the job. He outsmarted my ass way back in the Survivor days.