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.