>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cA9G5HkovMw-----Solo cups are red,Ice packs are blue,A schizo with an axe is coming for you...-----Friday, Junygust 32nd, 198X. North Falls, Kleaver County, Washington State. Population: 313.On this cool summer night, the graduates of North Falls High School are throwing one last party to celebrate the end of an era. Things soon take a turn for the worse when the past comes back to haunt them, and the unsuspecting teenagers suddenly find themselves fighting for their lives; stranded in the middle of what could only be described as a living nightmare. Friendships will be tested, jugulars will be severed, and only the worthy will survive the horrors of... Final Girl Quest.-----
This is a story that's been haunting me for ages; a story that shook my quiet little lake town to its core. It's been a while, so I might not remember exactly how it all went down, but I'll do my best. God help me. This... is the story of the Hughes Mansion Massacre. Viewer discretion is advised.
"My darkest night."-William H. Webster
Dramatis Personae:Stephanie Blake Campbell - "Steph".............(You)Tiffany Rose Miller - "Tiff"...................The Best FriendMiles James Brooks - "Smiles"..................The Ex Amber Leigh Hughes - "Hooters".................The Prom QueenDerek William Reed - "Big D"...................The QuarterbackSpencer Edward Wilson - "Lurch"................The NerdPriscilla Andrea Johnson - "PJ"................The TomboyAudrey Elizabeth Wright - "Pudge"..............The Goth ChickNorman Allen Banks - "Nuke"....................The LinebackerMichael Robert Hughes - "Mikey"................The Little Brother Steven Dwight Campbell - "Steve"...............The SheriffMegan Hazel Scott - "Rookie"...................The DeputySarge..........................................The DogNot yet, numbnuts!.............................The Slasher-----
Choose difficulty:Sequel Mode ["Easy"]>Your inventory has eight slots>You start with a flare gun and three flares>Deputy Scott is pretty competent >It's a full moon Cult Classic Mode [Hard]>Your inventory has four slots>Sarge is sick (he won't follow you on your adventure)>Deputy Scott is pretty green>There's a storm (limited visibility and movement when outside)
>>5344538>Cult Classic Mode
>>5344538Cult classic or no balls
>>5344538>Cult Classic Mode [Hard]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tnVhFj5OaX0
>>5344538>Sequel Mode ["Easy"]Can't wait to get murdered during sex
>>5344538>Cult Classic Mode [Hard]I want the doggy to follow us if possible though.
>>5344538>Cult classicWe ain't no final girl if we're not sweating blood until we escape
>>5344538>Cult Classic Mode [Hard]
>>5344538Oh HELL yes.>Cult Classic ModeWould still like Sarge to be around, though... unless this keeps him from dying, I guess.
>>5344538Cult Classic Mode [Hard]>Your inventory has four slots>Sarge is sick (he won't follow you on your adventure)>Deputy Scott is pretty green>There's a storm (limited visibility and movement when outside)
>>5344565>>5344569>>5344589>>5344597>>5344628>>5344774>>5344819>>5344888>>5344902>>5344906>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1vd_CE_KvugCult Classic Mode: OnGood luck...-----Later that night...She screamed. He grabbed her by the back of the head, as if palming a softball, and smashed her face against the wall. The screaming stopped. He let out a horrible laugh, grinding her face all the way down the clapboard siding until he touched grass; a thick, crimson stroke on the wall, adorned with chunks of brain and strands of hair, marked her final resting place. As he walked away, her body twitched before settling into eternal stillness; her face a bloody mess of minced meat and bone glistening under the moonlight.-----
>>5344950Damn, that really WAS hard mode! Good game, all! Better luck next time, I guess
First update coming sometime tomorrow. >>5344956Dude, chill. I said "she", I didn't say "Stephanie". Just a taste of things to come.
>>5344963Just kidding, man. Eager to see how things go!
>>5344966Oh, sorry. I'm pretty stoked, too. Wasn't expecting to get so many players.
>>5344974How dumb can we be? How many horror movie tropes can we indulge in? Can we be a total slut?
>>5344980>How dumb can we be?Stephanie's pretty smart, and pretty vanilla.>How many horror movie tropes can we indulge in?Your goal is to survive the night and maybe save a few of your friends. Slasher movie rules apply. >Can we be a total slut?That's a hard no. This isn't that kind of quest.
>>5344994No spoil if you don't want to divulgate anything, but are we talking "classical" slasher like Halloween, "tropey" slasher like Jason or "meta" ones like post-Scream ?
>>5345005It's kind of a trail mix.
Campbell residence. Now.-----The early afternoon sun crept through the shutters like a nosy neighbor; its beams forming a series of suspended dance floors for the dust floating around inside. Sarge pawed the door open and waltzed into Stephanie's bedroom. He navigated through an obstacle course of laundry, books, mixtapes and polaroids, and went straight for her bed. "Mmmf..." a voice came from under the covers."Arf!" Sarge exclaimed, as if to say "Hey! My water bowl is empty, and you guys have locked the bathroom door again so I can't even get to that delicious toilet bowl water!" The bed shook and a foot answered back, but the big white retriever was quick enough to doge. "Ruff!" he threatened, as if to say "You wanna play dirty? I can play dirty."He smugly strolled over to the nightstand, grabbed the cord hanging from the side, and gave it a gentle tug. A short fall later, the alarm clock crashed to the hardwood floor and the radio sprang to life."...Marshall's diner, and get a delicious cheeseburger and your favorite soft drink for only $2.75! *kshhht!* Welcome back, folks! This is Waaacky Walter, and you're listening to KLLR! It's a beautiful day here in North Falls, so how about some tunes to get you lazy wastes of space still in bed going?! Up and at 'em, boils and ghouls! Up and at 'em!"https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WY6MuvRY6g0Like a frog's tongue darting for a fly, an arm jerked out of the amorphous mass of sheets and pillows and teddy bears, and mechanically punched right where the clock radio was supposed to be."Ow, darn it!" a very groggy Stephanie moaned, begrudgingly sitting upright; she placed her bruised hand under her armpit and scrunched her face as her eyes adjusted to the light. And then she saw Sarge... His snout was covered in chocolate pudding and the Choc-O-Sludge lid was still stuck to his forehead. "Dude, we've been over this. You can't have chocolate, it makes your tummy all--"Sarge's stomach growled menacingly."Rawr..." he complained, as if to say "Uh, I don't feel so good...""No-no-no! Not in the--"HOARK!"...closet.""Arf." the dog whined, as if to say "Sorry, must've been something I ate..."Stephanie heard footsteps coming up the stairs.Knock-knock!"Kiddo, you decent?" Steven called behind the half-opened door."Yeah, come in.""Hey, you're still in bed? I think Sarge got to the-- Oh." he ran a hand through his hair as he surveyed the mess; his moustache twitching slightly once the barf tang reached his nostrils. "Downstairs. Now."The dog obeyed without making a single sound, rushing out of the room with his tail between his legs. "So hey, I'm off to the cabin for the weekend. Gonna do some fishing. You gonna be okay on your own?""Don't worry, dad, I'm gonna be just fine. We've got that party at Amber's tonight, whole gang's gonna be there."
"Oh, right. I forgot about that. Anybody gonna be doing any drugs at that party?""I hope so, otherwise it's gonna be a pretty lame party.""Anybody named Stephanie Blake Campbell?!""No, sir.""Attagirl. You can have one beer. One. Y'hear?""Yessir, Sherriff Campbell, sir!" Stephanie mocked with a sharp salute."Smartass." Steven smiled, as he ruffled her hair. The Sherriff kissed his daughter on the forehead and turned to leave, when he noticed something on her desk. There was a letter sticking out under a pile of MAD issues; a letter in Brown University stationery. By the time Stephanie realized what was going on and jumped off her bed, Steven was reading away like there was no tomorrow."You got in...? You got in! My baby's going to college! Oh, your mom would've been so proud... Come 'ere, you!""Dad, I...""Don't 'dad' me, this is great news! We're talking Ivy League, here! Why the long face?!""Dad, it's literally on the other side of the country. I did my research. Tuition's already astronomical enough, and then there's added fees and living expenses and-- I mean, even if I get a job, it's still gonna be pretty much impossible to-- I... I can't ask that of you. It's too much...""Nonsense! What are you even talking about? You're going, and I don't wanna hear another word about it! You worry about running for president or going to space or what have you, and I'll take care of the rest. Now, I gotta go let Sarge out 'cause he's soon gonna be firing outta both ends, and be on my way. I'll take the truck, you can take the Delta. Just remember to fill 'er up, 'kay? Oh, I made pancakes; get 'em while they're hot. There's a twenty on the counter, just in case. Call me when you get there. Love you, kiddo.""Love you too, dad...""Not going to Brown, fercrissakes! What are you, nuts?!" Stephanie could hear him laughing as he hopped down the stairs. A short while later, she heard the engine start and looked out her window to see the truck backing out of the driveway and vanishing down the street. "But I don't wanna go to Brown, dad. I wanna stay here, with you. Join the Sherriff's Department, give back to the community... There, was that so hard...?" "Don't look at me like that. You know we can't afford it. Plus, I like it here! I don't wanna go to stupid Providence..." she said to the picture of her mom on her desk, before walking over to the closet to assess the damage. "Oh, man! Darn it, Sarge. Did it have to be the big backpack? Guess I'll have to make do with the small one for tonight..." She put on her jorts, her pine green hoodie with North Falls Sherriff's Dept. embroidered in white on the front, and her red high top Chucks, and butt-surfed down the banister; both backpacks in hand. She left the small one by the front door, and went outside to toss the one full of dog vomit by the garage.
"Arf!" Sarge whined; now chained and in his dog house."You bet your butt it's your fault!" Stephanie shot back, before heading back inside for breakfast. As she wolfed down her pancakes, she could've sworn she smelled something like... jasmine. Which was kinda weird, considering they didn't have any in their garden. Maybe dad got a new fabric softener or something... And then she heard it-- a loud noise coming from the driveway, and Sarge barking like hell. She looked out the kitchen window to see one of their trashcans shaking violently as the other one rolled away."What the..."Moments later, a possum popped up out of the trash and looked straight at her. It was that big one with the chipped tooth and mangled ears. She could swear the motherfucker was smiling, almost mocking her..."You again!"----- >Grab your slingshot and teach it a lesson. They didn't call you "Slingshot Steph" back in your playground days for no reason. [The Slingshot doesn't take up space in your Inventory]>Enough is enough. Get your baseball bat and bash its head in. [The Baseball Bat doesn't take up space in your Inventory]>Enjoy your pancakes. Eventually it'll fuck off on its own.
>>5346104>>Grab your slingshot and teach it a lesson. They didn't call you "Slingshot Steph" back in your playground days for no reason. [The Slingshot doesn't take up space in your Inventory]
>>5346108>Grab your slingshot and teach it a lesson. They didn't call you "Slingshot Steph" back in your playground days for no reason. [The Slingshot doesn't take up space in your Inventory]Let's just try to scare it off, not hurt it--poor fella's probably just hungry.
>>5346108>>Enough is enough. Get your baseball bat and bash its head in. [The Baseball Bat doesn't take up space in your Inventory]
>>5346108>Grab your slingshot and teach it a lesson. They didn't call you "Slingshot Steph" back in your playground days for no reason. [The Slingshot doesn't take up space in your Inventory]
>>5346108>>Grab your slingshot and teach it a lesson. They didn't call you "Slingshot Steph" back in your playground days for no reason. [The Slingshot doesn't take up space in your Inventory]Though the only problem I'd forsee is the ammo but pebbles are everywhere right?
>>5346108>Enough is enough. Get your baseball bat and bash its head in. [The Baseball Bat doesn't take up space in your Inventory]
>>5346108>Enough is enough. Get your baseball bat and bash its head in. [The Baseball Bat doesn't take up space in your Inventory]Better get to bashing early.
>>5346117>>5346129>>5346143>>5346186>>5346195>>5346198>>5346209>>5346282>Grab your slingshot and teach it a lesson. They didn't call you "Slingshot Steph" back in your playground days for no reason. [The Slingshot doesn't take up space in your Inventory]-----"Oh, no you don't." Stephanie said through gritted teeth. She climbed up the stairs two at a time, barged inside her bedroom and dove head-first into her old toy chest, emerging with the slingshot Steven had made her when she was a kid, and a pouch of neon-yellow glass marbles moments later."Thick mahogany frame with steel tips, reinforced latex bands and a sturdy pigskin pocket. Captain Trashface doesn't stand a chance." she kissed her weapon for good luck, and was back out in the yard in under a minute.Sarge kept barking and tugging at his chain, but the possum didn't pay him any attention; it was going to town on last night's leftovers.Stephanie placed a marble in the pocket, pulled as far back as she could, aimed..."Steady...."...and fired.THUD!"Blam! Right in the keyster! Ahaha! Still got it, baby!"The little critter hissed at her and bolted."Yeah, you better run, you fat f--""Woof!" Sarge barked, as if to say "Language, missy!""Mind your own business, pudding thief!" she blew a raspberry at him, stuffed the slingshot and pouch in her pockets and started making her way back inside, when she stumbled over something on the porch."Oh hey, dad's lighter."----->Pick up Steve's Zippo. [The Zippo doesn't take up space in your Inventory]>Leave it. You don't even smoke. What are you gonna do with a lighter, anyway?
>>5346322>Pick up Steve's Zippo. [The Zippo doesn't take up space in your Inventory]
>>5346322>>Leave it. You don't even smoke. What are you gonna do with a lighter, anyway?I feel that there might be a secret cost to these things
>>5346322>Pick up Steve's Zippo. [The Zippo doesn't take up space in your Inventory]If Resident Evil has taught me anything...
>>5346322>>Pick up Steve's Zippo. [The Zippo doesn't take up space in your Inventory]If it doens't take space, no reason not to take it. (Within reasonable sense.)
>>5346322>>Pick up Steve's Zippo. [The Zippo doesn't take up space in your Inventory]
>>5346339>>5346361>>5346366>>5346397>>5346414>>5346418>Pick up Steve's Zippo. [The Zippo doesn't take up space in your Inventory]-----"Why not? You never know when it might come in handy." Stephanie picked up the lighter and shoved it in her pocket, before heading inside. Just when she'd made it past the den, the phone started ringing. BRRRING! BRRRRING!"Twenty bucks says that's Tiffany ready to chew me out 'cause I'm late..."She strolled over to the kitchen and answered it. "Hello?""Hello?! You were supposed to pick me up half an hour ago!""Oh hey, Tiff...." she smiled at herself and grabbed the twenty off the counter. "Yeah, sorry. I was just leaving.""Well, hurry up! Audrey's waiting for us at the diner!""Okay-okay, chill. I'll see you in ten, buh-bye.""God help me, if you're not here in ten minutes I am going to lose my sh--"CLACK! "Better start packing, I guess."She tossed her toothbrush, a fresh pair of socks, her vanilla deodorant and her pajama top in her backpack, and made her way to the garage. That weird jasmine smell from earlier was still lingering in the air...----->Inventory acquired>Free Slots: >Occupied Slots >Passive Items: [Zippo], [Slingshot], [Marbles]-----Next update in a day or two.-----
Stephanie was cruising down Main Street and was about to make a left and take Craven Drive on her way to Tiffany's, when she remembered her dad had asked her to fill up the car. She glanced at the fuel gauge."A quarter tank, hmm..."----->Continue to Tiffany's. You're already late and she sounded pretty mad on the phone.>Head to the gas station. Like dad always says, "Better safe than sorry." >Tank up at Amber's. Mayor Hughes always keeps a couple of jerrycans in the shed. -----
>>5347205>Head to the gas station. Like dad always says, "Better safe than sorry."
>>5347205>>Tank up at Amber's. Mayor Hughes always keeps a couple of jerrycans in the shed.
>Head to the gas station. Like dad always says, "Better safe than sorry."Shouldn't take long, and hey we're already late.
>>5347205>Tank up at Amber's. Mayor Hughes always keeps a couple of jerrycans in the shed.Call me paranoid, but having an extra can or two might come in handy if we're hitting the road.
>>5347205>>Head to the gas station. Like dad always says, "Better safe than sorry."
>>5347228 #>>5347239 #>>5347250 #>>5347305 #>>5347311 #>Head to the gas station. Like dad always says, "Better safe than sorry."-----"Better take care of that now. I'm already late-- what's a few more minutes?" She made a right and headed for "Buck's Gas N Stuff".----Next update coming tomorrow.
Incidentally, apologies for the erratic updates and fluctuation in quantity; my work hours are kinda crazy. Hope you stick around.
>>5347464No worries at all, QM! No rush.
Stephanie rounded the corner to the gas station and started slowing down. There was a red truck parked outside. A pretty beat-up Ford Ranger, all rusty and grimy; its bed covered with a moldy tarp. She must've been fifty yards away, when its engine roared into life and it disappeared down the street, tires screeching, narrowly avoiding Buck's fence. "Watch it, moron!" an elderly man in gray overalls shook his fist at it. Stephanie parked and got out; the smell of burned rubber attacking her nose as she walked toward him."Oh hi, pumpkin! Didn't see you, there." Buck said, adjusting his glasses. He took off his baseball cap and scratched his bald spot. "How's your father? He hasn't really been the same since...""It's been a year, Mr. Hodder. He's-- he's fine...""And how about you, sweetheart? You doing okay?""I mean, I miss her...""We all do, Stephanie. Your mom was a pretty special lady." he placed a hand on her shoulder."So, uh, who was that?" she motioned towards the dirt cloud the truck left behind, desperate to change the subject."Some idiot... Boy, do I hate outta-towners. Tell you what-- that guy wasn't playing with a full deck o' cards, that's for sure." he did a circling motion with his index finger near his temple. "I'm also suspecting he was kind of a fruit, if you ask me.""How so?""Well, he rolled down his window about half an inch, and he growled at me." ----->Ask Buck some more about the mystery man.>Dude. Just get the gas and GO. You. Are. Late.>Oh, look! There's a bucket full of Slinkies by the door. Get a Slinky!-----
>>5348366>>Oh, look! There's a bucket full of Slinkies by the door. Get a Slinky!The decision here is obvious, folks
>>5348366>Ask Buck some more about the mystery man.
>>5348366>Oh, look! There's a bucket full of Slinkies by the door. Get a Slinky!
>>5348366>>Dude. Just get the gas and GO. You. Are. Late.
>>5348366>Oh, look! There's a bucket full of Slinkies by the door. Get a Slinky!>Be sure to sing the Slinky Song.
>>5348366>>Oh, look! There's a bucket full of Slinkies by the door. Get a Slinky!
>>5348366>>Oh, look! There's a bucket full of Slinkies by the door. Get a Slinky!>>Be sure to sing the Slinky Song.
>>5348366>>Oh, look! There's a bucket full of Slinkies by the door. Get a Slinky!>>Be sure to sing the Slinky Song.We're going to get to the cabin and the psycho will have already killed everyone at this rate.
>>5348527Guess that'll make us the final girl, huh?
>>5348374>>5348378>>5348384>>5348395>>5348400>>5348433>>5348517>>5348527>>5348564>Oh, look! There's a bucket full of Slinkies by the door. Get a Slinky!-----Update coming tomorrow.
"Eh, to hell with him-- What can I do for you, sweetheart?" Buck smiled."Um, I'd like..." Stephanie mechanically patted the twenty in her pocket. "...five and a half gallons of gas, and uh... can I get a Slinky...?" she blushed."Sure thing, hon." Buck laughed, as he walked over to the nearest pump, grabbed the handle and jerked the hose away. "That'll be $6.25. Slinky's on the house." he winked at her."Thanks a bunch, Mr. Hodder!""Don't mention it, sweetheart. Say hi to your dad for me!""Will do!"Stephanie tossed the metal spring in her backpack, and drove off singing and whistling. "It's Slinky! It's Slinky! For fun it's a wonderful toy..."----->Got Slinky>Inventory:>[Slinky], [ ___ ], [ ___ ], [ ___ ]>Passive Items:>[Zippo], [Slingshot], [Marbles]-----
Testing to see if I can still [i]format.[/i]
Fuck. Eh, I'll manage.
At long last, Stephanie parked outside Tiffany's house and leaned on the horn; Wacky Walter rambling about something or other on the radio in the background.*HONK-HOOONK!*Tiff was out the door, past the porch, down the yard and sliding into the Delta's passenger's seat in a matter of seconds."Took your sweet time, didn't you? " she huffed. "Tell me, how long do ten minutes last in Steph Land, exactly? Is there a conversion table I can use, or something? I'm only asking 'cause I'm pretty sure I missed orientation." she snapped."Would you rather walk? 'Cause trust me, that can be arranged." Stephanie smirked."And oh my God, is that what you're wearing?" Tiff said, pretending she didn't hear."Hey, it's school colors.""School col-- oh, come on, Steph, it's a party! You look like a hobo.""Strike two.""Whatever, let's get moving. At least turn off that weirdo and play this." she said, pulling out a mixtape with a bunch of tiny star stickers on the case.----->Play Tiffany's mixtape.>Continue listening to KLLR.-----
>>5349417Dynamic IP + cookie fuck up.
>>5349424>Continue listening to KLLR.If there's traffic or a bear on the way up I'm gonna FREAK
>>5349424>>Play Tiffany's mixtape.
>>5349424>Play Tiffany's mixtape.Lets see what her style is
>>5349424>>Continue listening to KLLR.
>>5349424>Play Tiffany's mixtape.
>>5349450>>5349456>>5349483>>5349498>>5349503>>5349559>>5350130>Play Tiffany's mixtape.-----Wacky Walter was about to read some news headlines, but Stephanie didn't feel like arguing with her friend; she knew very well that grumpy Tiff was no fun to be around, no fun at all. She popped the tape in, punched play and drove off.>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UzWqUOzeFT4"There. Better?""Damn straight." Tiffany said, dancing in place a s she floofed her hair in the mirror."I highly doubt it..." Stephanie mumbled, listening to Jermaine Stewart's vocal stylings."What's that?""Nothing.""So, uh..." Tiffany looked to her friend. "Have you talked to Miles? Like, at all?""Not since graduation, no. He's called me like a million times, but-- I... it's better this way, trust me.""You never told me what happened.""And I'll keep it that way. Love you to death, Tiff, but you just can't keep a secret.""Hey!""Don't 'hey' me, you know I'm right. When was the last time I told you something that was supposed to stay between us and you didn't babble?""Well, I-- no... How about that time you-- no... Or when-- no... Ugh, fair enough." Tiffany crossed her arms and blew a stray strand of hair off her face. "Still, wouldn't you like to see him tonight? You know, one last time?""He's not coming, so it doesn't really matter, does it?""Right...""Tiff...""What...?""You told me Miles won't be at the party.""He won't.""Tiffany Rose Miller!""He won't be there, okay? He's not coming-- calm the fuck down.""Sorry... I just-- seeing him tonight was gonna make this way harder. Like I said, it's better this way."The rest of the way was pretty quiet, aside from your Yazoos and Starships and Cyndi Laupers. When they got to the diner, Audrey was already waiting outside; leaning on the wall, having a smoke.-----Next update coming tomorrow.
Just caught up on the quest. Good shit, QM! Run With Us is now freshly added to my phone.
>>5350948Thanks, and that's awesome! It's Stephanie's theme. I stole it from The Raccoons.
>>5350525Really enjoying the direction this is going. Keep it up QM!
>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VWPG1W2r_VEAudrey blew some smoke out her nose and looked to the Delta as it parked by the sidewalk. There was a poster with an ad about some fragrance on the wall next to her. She put out her cigarette on the model's perfect face, walked over to the car and bent over to look through the passenger's seat window, placing a hand on the roof; resigned and heavy like always."What's that noise?" "Don't look at me, it's her mixtape." Stephanie raised her hands in the air."Yeah, that tracks...""Hey, do not insult Starship!" Tiffany snapped."Why would I? I've been wishing for a starship to come pick you up ever since you transferred back in middle school."Stephanie stifled a chuckle."You're not as funny as you think you are, Audrey." Tiffany crossed her arms."Whatever..." Audrey dismissed her with a handwave. "Did you guys get the wine coolers?""What wine coolers?" Stephanie asked."The strawberry wine coolers Amber asked for."Tiffany suddenly found her shoes very interesting to look at."You forgot to tell her, didn't you?" Audrey flicked Tiffany's glasses off her face."Hey!" Tiffany picked up her glasses and put them back on. "I didn't forget, alright? I don't have a fake ID, and even if I did, this is a small town. Everyone knows everyone.""You're telling me you couldn't drop by the general store and swipe a six-pack while Steph distracted Jimmy with those big brown eyes of hers?""We're not all criminals like you, you know.""Lame." "Girls, enough." Stephanie interrupted. "Audrey, does Amber absolutely have to have those wine coolers?""Well, you know what she's like when she doesn't get her way. That, and she's probably already pissed 'cause we didn't show up on time. She's most likely spent all day arguing with Priscilla over where to hang the welcome banner, or whatever. I'd hate to show up empty-handed.""You have a point... Okay, we can drive to the general store now, and you can work your magic while Tiff and I distract Jimmy with some friendly conversation. Whaddaya say, girls?""Or..." Audrey stood upright and stretched. "We can grab some grub, first. I've got a mountain of fries and three vanilla shakes with our names on 'em, back inside. Plus, I'm kinda tired from work and I've already been waiting for you guys for like... forever; I could use a breather."----->Head to the general store. The faster you get to Amber's, the better. >Fries and a shake sounds pretty good. You didn't even get to finish your pancakes, after all.-----
>>5352150>Head to the general store. The faster you get to Amber's, the better.We can grab a snack at the general store--that might actually work with the whole distraction ploy! That or we can grab the fast food and eat in the car?
>>5351943Good to know, anon! I'll try.
>>5352150>Head to the general store. The faster you get to Amber's, the better.I like >>5352178's idea.
>>5352150>>Fries and a shake sounds pretty good. You didn't even get to finish your pancakes, after all.
>>5352178>>5352187>>5352202>Head to the general store. The faster you get to Amber's, the better.-----"You said it yourself, we're already late and Priscilla's probably driving Amber up the wall as we speak. Just get the food to go and let's bounce." Stephanie said, running a hand through her hair."You guys suck-- Whatever... I'm gonna go get my stuff; I'll be back in a bit." Audrey sighed, dragging her Doc Martens across the pavement as she walked back to Marshall's.-----
>>5352270Ah dang, missed another vote. Well, still enjoying reading it!
*DING-DING*The little bell above the door sang its cheerful song as the girls walked into "Jimmy's General Store"; Est. 1897, thank you very much. The place smelled like a Christmas tree had sex with a breakfast table on a bed of freshly-treated leather; its shelves and isles neatly stocked with everything you could ever ask for. Tools, magazines, cereal, motor oil, candy, work gloves, soup-- you name it. If you were looking for something, chances are Jimmy's had it. Oddly enough, the kind old man himself was nowhere to be found. Tiffany was rummaging through a basket full of colorful scrunchies and Audrey was checking out the latest issue of Howard the Duck, when Stephanie noticed something; a crudely-written note on the counter by the register... LuNchBaCk sooNShe didn't think much of it, Jimmy was a thousand yeas old. The man had arthritis, tendinitis and a bunch of other -itises; calligraphy was definitely not one of his strengths."Guys, guys! We're in luck!" Stephanie flashed the piece of paper in front of their faces. "Let's get the wine coolers and hit the road before anyone sees us."Audrey strolled over to the display chiller and returned with a six-pack of "Peterson's Finest - Strawberry Delight"; 7.5% alcohol. "That'll be $3.75." "So... who's paying?" Stephanie asked."Don't look at me, I made a buck and a quarter in tips today." Audrey said."Um, I maybe sorta kinda spent a total of three weeks' allowance on this dress..." Tiffany blushed."I hate you, guys." Stephanie tossed the money on the counter and turned to Audrey. "Didja have to get the name brand?""You know Amber. She wouldn't even flush her toilet with the generic stuff.""Hate to admit it, but she's got a point." Tiffany said.On their way out, Stephanie saw a rack of flashlights and medi kits, and paused for a second. Sherriff Campbell was a 'safety first' type of guy, and the apple hadn't fallen all that far from the tree. Always wary of sudden power outages and unexpected injuries, Stephanie stared at the rack for a moment. She had ten bucks left. The flashlights were priced at $4.75 -batteries not included- and the medi kits were $7.25 each. A four-pack of D batteries would set her back $3.25. She could either get a flashlight and batteries, or a medi kit. "Hmm..."----->Get the flashlight and the batteries. [The Flashlight and the Batteries take up one slot in your Inventory]>Get the medi kit. [The Medi Kit takes up two slots in your Inventory] -----
>>5352464>Get the medi kit. [The Medi Kit takes up two slots in your Inventory]Better safe than sorry!
>>5352464>Get the flashlight and the batteries. [The Flashlight and the Batteries take up one slot in your Inventory]While the medi kit can save someone's life, what kind of horror film protagonist would we be without our trusty flashlight?
>>5352464>>Get the flashlight and the batteries. [The Flashlight and the Batteries take up one slot in your Inventory]
>>5352464>Get the flashlight and the batteries. [The Flashlight and the Batteries take up one slot in your Inventory]Medical supplies are no good if we don't know how to use them.
>>5352464>>Get the medi kit. [The Medi Kit takes up two slots in your Inventory]
>>5352464>Get the flashlight and the batteries. [The Flashlight and the Batteries take up one slot in your Inventory]Gotta be able to see to medical, and slasher villain will definitely cut the power first thing.
>>5352464>Get the flashlight and the batteries. [The Flashlight and the Batteries take up one slot in your Inventory
>>5352474>>5352485>>5352546>>5352576>>5352580>>5352641>>5352645>Get the flashlight and the batteries. [The Flashlight and the Batteries take up one slot in your Inventory]-----Stephanie stuffed one of the flashlights and a pack of batteries in her backpack, slapped her $10 bill on the counter, and punched the register with the grace of a Fonzarelli. *KA-CHING!*She grabbed two bucks out of the drawer, and pushed it back shut with a gentle tap. "There. No harm, no foul."----->Got Flashlight>Got Batteries>Inventory:>[Slinky], [Flashlight & Batteries], [ ___ ], [ ___ ]>Passive Items:>[Zippo], [Slingshot], [Marbles]-----I'm gonna need you guys to roll a d20. I'll be counting the best out of the first three rolls.
Rolled 4 (1d20)>>5353508
Rolled 17 (1d20)>>5353508Here goes something!
Rolled 11 (1d20)>>5353508
>>5353510>>5353529>>5353581-----With their quest for sugary, carbonated alcoholic beverages coming to an end, the girls jumped into the Delta and drove off; the warm pinks, reds, oranges and purples of the setting sun bouncing off their youthful faces. Next stop: Hughes Mansion.Back at Jimmy's, a display case housing a number of shiny, brand-new fire axes was missing one of its occupants. Upstairs, a small pool of blood was slowly crawling under the storage room door...-----
>>5353599AAAAA Jimmy T_T we've known you for like 4 qm posts
>>5353599JIMMMYYYYYY! You were like a grandpa to us!Probably!
>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vHeZZ00ku7kIt was getting dark. The cream-colored sedan slithered along the mountainside road, climbing higher and higher. The view from up there was a sight to behold; the famous twin waterfalls North Falls was named after, crashing down into Lake Neve from a three hundred foot drop, flanked by steep cliffs covered in thick forests on either side. And way out in the distance to the left, Hughes Mansion; keeping a watchful eye over the town. "So...*munch-munch*...Spence is coming tonight...*sluuurp*...right?" Audrey asked, spread across the back seat like jelly on toast, with her boots resting against the door; a handful of fries on one hand and a shake in the other."Yeah, he's-- Wait a minute, since when do you call him 'Spence'?" Tiffany raised an eyebrow."Ever since I decided I'm getting me a tall glass of nerd tonight.""You mean Spencer? Our Spencer? Awkward, a hundred pounds-when-wet, thick glasses, peach fuzz-on-his-upper-lip, cheese-breath Spencer?" Stephanie chuckled. "Dude, cut it out!" Tiffany elbowed her best friend."Ow! You're right... Sorry, that sounded too mean. Don't get me wrong, I love Spencer, he's just not exactly Audrey's type..." "I like dorks. Sue me.""What the hell, Audrey?! You know I've had a crush on him since freshman year!" Tiffany turned to stare at her."Exactly. You've liked him for four years and you've made, um... zero moves. Well, tonight, all bets are off.""God, you're such an asshole.""At least I'm not a virgin.""Sh-shut up, discount Wednesday Addams." Tiffany's face changed about a million colors, give or take; she was on the verge of tears. "Make me.""Dude. Stop." Stephanie mouthed, looking at Audrey through the rear-view mirror. Things got awful quiet for a while, with the majestic view disappearing along with the last of the daylight, as the road led them off the mountainside and into the forest. Then, Tiffany broke the silence with a subtle snuffle. "Steph, headlights." she said."What...?""You forgot to turn on your headlights."----->Duh. Turn on your headlights, stupid.>Dude, you've been to Amber's a million times. You know this road like the back of your hand. And the front. Plus, you're like five minutes away. Who needs headlights? -----
>>5354483>Duh. Turn on your headlights, stupid.I've never heard of someone not using their headlights just because they "know the road". Let's not be stupid.
>>5354483>>Duh. Turn on your headlights, stupid.
>>5354502>>5354525>>5354545>Duh. Turn on your headlights, stupid.-----"Shoot, didn't even cross my mind. " Stephanie said, flipping the switch. The Delta's headlights flashed to life with a gentle buzz, illuminating the last stretch of their little road trip. Up ahead there was a clearing, and right at the end of it, rickety as ever, there stood Heart Attack Bridge. "Ugh, I hate that fucking thing." Audrey said, sitting upright between the two front seats; an elbow on each side. "You'd think Mayor Hughes would've sprung for a new one by now."Its actual name was lost in time, but that's what the girls called the antediluvian wooden structure that went over Brooker Canyon. "Tell me about it..." Stephanie sighed. "But hey, this is the same guy who still brags about getting the Sherriff's Department a new patrol car... back in 1963. I'm pretty sure he's--""Steph, watch out!" Tiffany yelled, squeezing her friend's arm. Stephanie slammed on the brakes, bringing the car to a screeching halt; its headlights shining upon a small animal, smack-dab in the middle of the bridge. It was a-- Wait... Was it a bear cub? No, a wolf pup! Or... Dammit, for the life of me I can't remember...----->It was a Black bear cub.>It was a Gray wolf pup.-----
>>5354574>It was a Black bear cub.Bear cubs are cute.
>>5354574> It was a Gray wolf pup.As nasty as the no-doubt nearby pack of wolves might be, I'd take them any day over a friggin' MAMA BEAR. That thing will tear our car, our friends, and our ass into SHREDS if it wants to--a pack of wolves isn't good either, but at least they'll have a harder time getting us if we're inside, maybe?
>>5354574>bear cub means more danger for an axe weilder and depending on the bear is actually less trouble for us to say a whole pack of wolves.
>>5354696We definitely can’t outrun a bear on foot but we can outdrive her
>>5354574>>It was a Gray wolf pup.
>>5354574>It was a Black bear cub.>>5354697True, we can't outrun a bear, but we can probably trip one of our friends and outrun them.
>>5354574>It was a Black bear cub.
>>5354574>It was a Gray wolf pup.Cute doggo! Must pet!
Aaand, I need a tiebreaker again.
>>5354574>It was a Black bear cub.>>5355042tfw got here way late
>>5354610>>5354675>>5354696>>5354706>>5354710>>5354722>>5355034>>5355040>>5355188>It was a Black bear cub.-----Oh right, it was a Black bear cub. It moaned in agony, frantically clawing at at the bridge; its hind legs wedged between a couple of rotten planks. ----->Pull out your trusty slingshot and fire at will!>Give the little fella some food to calm him down, and help him break free.
>>5355249>Give the little fella some food to calm him down, and help him break free.I could see mercy-killing it instead if rescuing it was too dangerous, but just... Pinging it with a slingshot while it suffers, SLOWLY killing it? I dunno'.
>>5355249>Give the little fella some food to calm him down, and help him break free.Let's be beary careful, though! Seriously, be ready to peel the FUCK OUT the minute we see mama...
>>5355256+1Not in a quest this is 200 percent call animal control and gtfo
>>5355249>>Pull out your trusty slingshot and fire at will!Die!
>>5355254>>5355256>>5355321>>5355322>Give the little fella some food to calm him down, and help him break free.-----Stephanie grabbed her fries and shake, got out of the car, and slowly walked over to the bear cub."What the hell are you doing?!" Tiffany whisper-shouted, with her top half hanging out the passenger's seat window, only to be dismissed by a handwave."Is it weird that I'm kinda getting turned on by this?" Audrey said to no one in particular; her eyes glued to the crazy girl with the fast food inching toward the little bear."Heeey, little buddy..." Stephanie called, doing her best not to stutter. She carefully placed a handful of fries and her vanilla shake next to the bear, and backed away.The baby bear forgot all about its woes, clawed a bunch of fries closer, and shoved its snout deep inside the shake cup, emerging with a goofy vanilla smile on its face moments later. While the furry little roadblock went to town on Marshall's delicious junk food, Stephanie looked at its hind legs. "He's not hurt... just stuck." she mumbled to herself, before landing a few good kicks to the rotten wood. *THUNK!**THUNK!**THUNK!**CRACK!*"There. That should do it." About half a plank broke apart and tumbled down into the chasm below, never to be seen again.The bear cub didn't even bat an eye. It just got comfortable and kept enjoying its free meal."Gnarly..." Audrey whispered. "Guys, it's cool!" Stephanie turned to her friends. "He was just--"*THUMP!*The bridge shook.*THUMP!*Stephanie saw the color drain from Tiffany's face, and Audrey rolling up her window like it was going out of style. *THUMP!*She slowly turned around, and saw mama bear right next to her cub."Oh, f--""ROOOAR!"Stephanie was frozen in place; the little hairs on her nape straighter than marines during inspection.----->Run.>So how about that slingshot?>Do nothing.>Um, run?!-----
>>5355423>>Um, run?!Told you
>>5355423>So how about that slingshot?
>>5355423>>Run.She just wants to protect baby bear... normally I'd pick the slingshot to use while we hastily retreated, but honestly I think the best thing is to just friggin' book it.>inb4 we see picrel outside our window tonight
>>5355584>>5355643>>5355720>>5355741>>5355899>>5356563>Run.-----It was like time had stopped. It took all of Stephanie's willpower to just move again, but eventually she started running toward the car, which seemed like a million miles away; her legs heavy as lead. She glanced behind her back. Sure enough, mama bear was on her tail. "Quick, get in!" Tiffany yelled, kicking open the driver's seat door.Stephanie jumped inside and slammed the door shut."The window, Steph! Roll up the window!" Audrey begged, looking a lot whiter than usual. Mama bear banged her forelegs on the hood with a fierce growl, rocking the car as if it was made out of paper; deep claw marks running down the steel."It's stuck!" Stephanie yelped, trying to turn the handle to no avail.Mama bear walked over to the side and clawed the side-view mirror clean off."Oh-my-God-Oh-my-God-Oh-my-God!" the girls shrieked in unison.The stocky black bear was at the window now; its dripping maw inches away from Stephanie's face.And then..."roooar!"The cub got between its mom and the car and started jumping up and down, growling in protest.Mama bear licked the vanilla shake off the cub's snout and flashed Stephanie a toothy smile, letting out a friendly grunt, as if to say: "Thanks for helping out Junior! And, uh, sorry about the mess. I tend to get a little overprotective, sometimes..."The cub jumped onto its mother's back, and the both of them strolled off into the night."I'm gonna need some baby wipes and a fresh pair of panties..." Tiffany mumbled.-----
"...an exercise in excess and a masterclass in bad taste, this disgustingly opulent abomination seeks to answer questions no one ever asked. Questions like: What would happen if a Queen Anne had an orgy with a Garrison Colonial and a Victorian? This. This would happen."Excerpt from 'More Like Taste Falls', by Blythe Maudlin; Architectural Digest, December '54.-----Built during the tail end of the 19th century, back when the late Grady Noah Hughes II -Amber's great-grandfather- bought the land, Hughes Mansion was a sprawling building that had definitely seen better days. Mayor Maddox Hughes' obsession with tradition -or as Buck Hodder called it: "Being a big fat tightwad."- had prevented him from making any renovations in the last thirty years, resulting in a very Horror Chic look. Still, standing there at the edge of the cliff, right by the waterfalls, it was as imposing as ever; definitely big enough to get lost in, had you not grown up there...The Delta went past the gate with the crumbling gargoyles and cruised up the front lawn, before parking off to the side, right by the cobblestone path. The girls got out just in time to see Mayor and Mrs. Hughes exiting the garage in their '77 Chrysler New Yorker. "No monkey business, Amber Leigh!" Maddox wagged a finger at his daughter. "And make sure your brother's in bed by ten, understood?""Ugh, gag me with a spoon!" Amber exclaimed. "Like, why do I have to take care of Satan's little helper?!" She was perched up on a ladder by the porch, in her cheerleader uniform, trying to hang a banner that read: 'Welcome, Class of 198--'; the last digit obscured by a tree branch."Enjoy the movie, ladies!" Mrs. Hughes waved at Stephanie and the girls from the passenger's seat. "There's a sandwich tower and fresh lemonade in the fridge!" "They're not twelve, Shirley... Have fun, girls!" Mayor Hughes smiled and stepped on the gas; the black sedan was out of sight soon after.Amber climbed down the ladder and straightened her skirt. "Gimme!" she stretched her arms out.Audrey tossed the six-pack of wine coolers at her."Like, was Jimmy's out of twelve-packs, or something?" Amber caught the drinks mid-air and held the pack at arm's length as if it was radioactive."Alky much?" Audrey shot back."Bathroom!" Tiffany blurted, making a beeline to the front door and bumping straight into Amber before vanishing inside."Ow! Like, what's your major malfunction, Miller?!""What's yours?" Audrey chuckled. "You're not seriously wearing that, are you?" "Hey, it's like, school colors and junk!""That's what I said!" Stephanie smiled."Dude, they can see your tits from outer space. " Audrey poked at her friend's bust."Prude much? Like, it's not my fault none of you dorks have boyfriends.""So, where are the Hooters off to?" Audrey nodded toward the gate."Oh, so like, now it's my last name, right? Original." Amber smirked. -----
"They're going to the governor's mansion in, like, Olympia or whatever. There's some Republican function or some junk, and since it's, like, an election year, daddy's gotta kiss some wrinkly butts. They won't be back until, like, tomorrow night.""What was that your mom said about a... movie?" Stephanie asked. "What? Did you expect me to tell them I was throwing, like, a rager? They think we're watching The Sound of Music and making fireplace s'mores and junk.""Good thinking.""Hey, where's PJ?" Audrey looked around."Somewhere inside. Probably, like, breaking something expensive..." Amber huffed. "And, omigod! Like, what happened to your car, Steph?!" "Bears...""Jeez...""You have no idea." "Okay nerds, I'm going inside. It's getting chilly out. Plus, I've heard rumors of a... sandwich tower?" Audrey took the six-pack off Amber's hands and strolled off into the house."Hey Amber, can I make a phone call, real quick?" Stephanie asked."Fer sure, fer sure. But like, could you help me get the ladder back to the shed first?"----->Call dad now.>Help Amber with the ladder and call dad after.-----
>>5356885>>Help Amber with the ladder and call dad after.
>>5356885>Help Amber with the ladder and call dad after.
>>5356885>Help Amber with the ladder and call dad after.Wouldn't it be funny if something bad happened to her if we left her alone, haha.
>>5356885>>Help Amber with the ladder and call dad after.Wouldn't wanna risk an... Amber Alert
>>5356885>Help Amber with the ladder and call dad after.What could possibly go wrong>>5357153except puns and jokes
>>5356922Support but also map out exit strategy as well and make sure everyone knows what to do in a home invasion
>>5356922>>5356929>>5357087>>5357153>>5357250>>5357296>>5357420>>5358017>Help Amber with the ladder and call dad after.-----Next update coming this weekend.Apologies for the vanishing act. Two coworkers got coof'd and work's been crazier than usual. I'll try to post sooner if I can.
>>5359701No worries, QM. Staffing is a nightmare all over.
>>5359701No problem! Hope everything works out!
What the Hughes' called a "shed" was more like a small cabin, complete with a mezzanine; you could easily fit the Campbells' living room in there and still have room for a small kitchen. There was a workbench with a variety of tools circling an old chainsaw -a McCulloch S44- in an almost ritualistic way, a bunch of rusty lockers and filing cabinets, a large power generator with a couple of gas cans next to it way in the back, and an assortment of carboard boxes, wooden crates and furniture forgotten by time itself scattered all over the place; a strong smell of grease, rust and dry rot permeated the air. The girls propped up the ladder against the mezzanine floor and paused to take a breath, when a rustling sound coming from somewhere up above startled them both. "What was that...?" Stephanie looked to the loft."I don't know. Probably, like, a rat or some junk..." Amber shrugged. ----->Investigate.>Dad said "Call me when you get there", not "Call me whenever you're done screwing around the Hughes Estate". >Have a look around. -----
>>5364541They live! Welcome back, QM!>Investigate.But start with a 'WHO'S THERE!?' before climbing up into a chainsaw to the face.
>>5364541>>Dad said "Call me when you get there", not "Call me whenever you're done screwing around the Hughes Estate".
>>5364541Welcome back.>Dad said "Call me when you get there", not "Call me whenever you're done screwing around the Hughes Estate".
>>5364541>Dad said "Call me when you get there", not "Call me whenever you're done screwing around the Hughes Estate".
>>5364541>>Have a look around.
>>5364584>>5364593>>5364621>>5364664>>5364973>>5365082>>5365150>Dad said "Call me when you get there", not "Call me whenever you're done screwing around the Hughes Estate".Thanks for sticking around, boils and ghouls; much appreciated.-----"Yuck, I hate rats." Stephanie flinched. "Right, I better go call my dad.""I better go make sure the girls didn't, like, burn the house down or something." Amber rolled her eyes.On their way out, Amber turned off the light and tried to pull the door shut, but it wouldn't go all the way."Crap, it's like, stuck again. Ugh. Steph, gimme a hand with this, will ya?The both of them planted their feet and tugged.*SLAM!*"There." Amber dusted off her hands, before checking to see if she could open the door again. "Aaand, now it won't budge. Whatever. Like, we don't need anything else from that grody dump anyway."Inside the shed, up at the mezzanine, a tubby white cat emerged victorious from the bowels of a cardboard box; a huge rat in her fangs. She strolled over to the wall, jumped through the broken window and found herself on the roof. She gazed down toward the canyon for a moment, before leaping off into the night. There was a red Ford Ranger parked off to the side in the woods, in a small clearing about a hundred feet past the bridge...-----
>>5365497>Dude, call dad, already!We're here for the night--these goofballs can wait. Dad can't.
Stephanie and Amber got to the house and walked to the living room, just in time to find Audrey gesturing like crazy, regaling Priscilla with the story of their bear encounter; a sandwich in one hand and a strawberry wine cooler in the other."You got brass balls, Campbell." Priscilla said, adjusting her backwards baseball cap before blowing a huge pink bubble with her gum."Hey, PJ." Stephanie blushed."Like, shoes off the couch, delinquent! It's Corinthian leather!" Amber snapped."More like queerinthian pleather..." Priscilla mumbled to herself, popping her bubble as she jumped off the couch. "Be snootier, Hooters." she shot back.At that moment, a small kid in an Optimus Prime voice changer helmet, ran toward them from the hallway to the left and slid across the floor in his white socks, stopping right in front of Stephanie."One thall thtand, one thall fall!" he raised his toy blaster at her."Why throw away your life so recklessly, little dude?!" Stephanie said in her best Megatron impression, not missing a beat. She grabbed the little boy, tossed him on the couch and started tickling him."Ahahahaha-- I thurrender! I thurrender!" the kid took off his helmet and sat upright, panting as he wiped his forehead."What's up, Mikey?" Stephanie ruffled his thick blond hair. "Good to see your sister hasn't cooked you alive, yet." she smiled."As if!" Amber scoffed. "Little creep probably tastes like fermented snot or some junk.""Hey Thteph, I got a new game for my Nintendo! It'th 'Major Rager II: Emperor Krok Thtriketh Back'! Wanna thee?!" Mikey tugged at her sleeve; his eyes bright with excitement."Steph! Could you please come here a second? I need some help with... a thing!" Tiffany called from the bathroom.----->Check out Mikey's new game.>See what Tiffany wants.>Dude, call dad, already!-----
>>5365502> CALL DAD!
>>5365502>Dude, call dad, already!
>>5365502>>Check out Mikey's new game
>>5365502>Check out Mikey's new game.
>>5365515Call dead while playing with Mikey
>>5365839>Call deadD-don't j-jinx it, anon!!
>>5365502>>See what Tiffany wants
>>5365502>See what Tiffany wants.
>>5365515>>5365583>>5365731>>5365770>>5365819>>5366109>>5366116>Dude, call dad, already!-----Next update in a day or two.>>5368462Not dead yet, just a little overworked.
>>5368631Update still incoming?
"Some other time, little dude." Stephanie booped Mikey's nose and got up."Okay..." rejected, the kid flashed his giant puppy dog eyes at her; you could taste his disappointment in the air. "Tell you what, Optimus..." she picked up his helmet and gently placed it back on his head. "You go help Major Rager kill some lizardmen, and I'll make you a deputy. How about that? You're gonna have your own star, and everything. I'm the Sherriff's daughter, you know-- I can do that." she winked at him. "Yaaay!" the kid jumped off the couch and got his blaster. "Deputy Hugheth reporting for duty!" he saluted. "PEW-PEW! Eat that, lithard thcum!" "Why don't you, like, adopt him or some junk?" Amber rolled her eyes. "Pretty sure he likes you more than me.""Don't be ridiculous, Amber. Mikey loves you. Just... try not being such a butthole to him all the time.""Like, easier said than done..."With Mikey off to topple Emperor Krok, Stephanie turned to Priscilla. "Hey, PJ. Could you go check on Tiff? I gotta go call my dad." "Sure thing, Campbell." Priscilla shoved her hand in her jeans and pulled out a small bag of weed. "It's not like I got anything better to do." she dangled the bag in front of Stephanie as she walked by; a toothy, mischievous grin on her face."Don't give her any of that, please! She's gonna get all loopy and handsy...""I make no promises!" Priscilla made horns with her fingers and raised her hand behind her head."Sigh... Hey, Amber-- phone's still in the den, right?""Yeah. But like, the eastern den-- the one that faces out to the back yard. Daddy had to move it to save some money on phone bills, 'cause like, it's harder for mom to walk that far when she's dr-" realizing she'd said too much, Amber caught herself mid-sentence and paused to think for a moment. "...unk." she blushed. "Nice save." Audrey chuckled. "Like, bite me.""Be careful what you wish for." Audrey snapped her teeth at her."'Kay, I'll see you ladies in a bit." As Stephanie walked away, Audrey hovered over to the Marantz. "Let's get this party started..." she downed her wine cooler, tossed in her own mixtape -this one had a bunch of tiny skull stickers on the case- and punched [Play I>].>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5qDHyoJIUtA-----Stephanie got comfy in a burgundy leather armchair with a towering back right by the window, and dialed the number; the waterfalls sparkling under the moonlight, way out in the distance past the back yard.*Dooot...**Dooooot...**Dooooot...**Click-- "Sherriff Campbell speaking."*"Hey, dad.""Hey, kiddo! Everything okay?""Yeah... except for the car..."*"What's that?"*"I said, everything's fine so far."*"Oh. Sorry, reception's kinda crappy. The boys there, yet?"*"No, but they'll be here soon."*"Good, good. I'd feel a lot safer with the boys there. I've seen Banks uproot a fire hydrant."*-----
"Hahaha, I remember that. They blowtorched it onto Principal Prescott's Yugo, back in junior year."*"Ah, good old Pasty Prescott-- he's kind of a dork, but he cares. Did I ever tell you I gave him his first wedgie? Heh, good times."*"Pffft-- So, catch any fish yet?"*"Didn't feel like doing much, today. Cracked a Schlitz, watched some public access-- the usual. Right now I'm sitting at the porch, reading one of those Stacey Kirk horror novels your mom used to love so much..."*"Oooh! Is it the one with the harlequin that's actually some kind of giant lobster monster?!"*"No, but thanks for spoiling that! I'm reading the one with the lady who gets cursed by some voodoo guy and gets morbidly obese. Anyway-- Give Megan a call if you need anything, she's gonna be at the office all night."*"Okay dad, take care. Love you."*"Love you too, kiddo." Clack--*-----I'm gonna need you guys to roll a d20. I'll be counting the best out of the first three rolls.Apologies for the tardiness.
Rolled 8 (1d20)>>5371633Hold onto your butts
>>5371638Sorry for killing us, guys
Rolled 12 (1d20)>>5371633
Rolled 5 (1d20)>>5371633I got this I hope
>>5371638>>5371642>>5371649-----Stephanie got up and stretched. As she turned to leave, she caught something in her peripheral vision; some kind of shadow moving past the gazebo in the back yard. And then..."What the..." her nose twitched.There it was again-- that weird jasmine smell; light and strong at the same time, with notes of fresh soap and a hint of sea breeze... "Am I having a stroke...?" she mumbled to herself.----->Go out in the back yard and investigate.>Go ask the girls if any of them can smell the jasmine.-----Next update in a day or two.
>>5371689>Go ask the girls if any of them can smell the jasmine.
>>5371689>Go ask the girls if any of them can smell the jasmine
>>5371689>Go out in the back yard and investigate.
>>5371689>Go ask the girls if any of them can smell the jasmineLet's not get everyone killed
>>5371745Alas, probably inevitable. How else would we become FINAL Girl?
>>5371748I think that's perhaps the worst outcome if we play wrong or mess up. I doubt a total win is possible, but maybe we can save a few of our friends from their ill-met fates?
>>5371689>>Go out in the back yard and investigate.
>>5371692>>5371699>>5371712>>5371745>>5371828>>5372001>>5372565>Go ask the girls if any of them can smell the jasmine.-----Next update coming on Wednesday.
>>5374974OP still has 12 and a half hours, by my timezone.
If he's american it's still Tuesday in places!
Stephanie turned on the back porch light and looked out the window. There was a white cat under the big oak by the gazebo, munching on what looked like an overgrown rat. "Ew, gross..." she shuddered. Thankful it was just a cat and not some maniac with a power tool lurking in the shadows, she went back to the living room. >https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r_H-E76QzXIAudrey was halfway through her second wine cooler, dancing by the speakers with a slightly high Priscilla, while Amber was placing a number of red Solo cup stacks, bottles of pop and a few bowls of Cheez Balls, Funyuns and other edible chemicals on the large coffee table by the couch; the room smelled like girl hormones, beauty products and bad decisions, with a hint of weed.Stephanie just stood there for a moment, taking it all in. This was probably the last time she would see her friends for who knew how long, what with everyone going off to one college or another.She sighed, running a hand through her hair. "Hey, PJ, what did Tiffany want?" "She wouldn't say." Priscilla shrugged. "Hey, why are you still wearing your backpack...? School's over, Campbell!""Force of habit, I guess... Or maybe I'm just not ready to let go, just yet. I don't know-- So hey, do any of you guys smell ja--""What the hell is THAT?!" Tiffany yelped, returning from the bathroom; she was pointing at the creepy animal head mounted on the wall above the mantelpiece. "Who, Buster?" Amber looked at the animal head and back to Tiffany."You named it...?!""Yeah... Daddy tried taxidermy.... once. It, like, didn't end well... I think that used to be a bunny, or a deer, or a bear or some junk. But hey, look." she grabbed the string dangling from Buster's neck, and gave it a gentle tug. His one eye lit up. "Pretty gnarly, huh?!""How horrifying..." Tiffany shook off the look of disgust on her face and turned to Stephanie. "Steph! Where were you? I wanted to--""Just a sec, Tiff. Um, guys-- Do you smell jasmine?""Jasmine?" Amber asked."Well, not exactly... Okay, follow me." Stephanie led the girls back to the den.Audrey had only taken one step inside the room when she froze in place; a look of horror on her face."Th-that's not jasmine..." she swallowed. "It's Ch-Charlie Blue.""Who's Charlie Blue?" Tiffany asked."Not who. It's a fragrance. HER fragrance." Audrey placed a hand on her mouth, trying to hold back the vomit crawling its way up her insides; beads of cold sweat sparkling on her forehead."Her? Who's her?" Tiffany was completely lost. -----
"Coach Decker..." Amber whispered to herself, before running over to Audrey and hugging her tightly. "Hey, hey, like, look at me. It's okay-- it's okay. You're safe, it's over. " she caressed her hair and wiped a tear off her cheek with her thumb. "Didn't cha hear? She was executed today-- she got the chair. It was, like, all over the news. And thanks to the No Sponge For You bill daddy pushed for, they fried her up good. She can't hurt you anymore. It's okay."Ah, yes. Nancy Grace Decker. The infamous North Falls Middle School kiddie diddler. Audrey wasn't her first victim, but she was thankfully the last one. "Like, mom has the same perfume is all. Sorry. It's okay, it's okay." "What was that all about?" Tiffany asked, as Amber walked Audrey back to the living room. "Audrey was... She was molested. It happened the year before you transferred..." Stephanie sighed.-----And just like that, Stephanie was back in middle school; walking down that dreadful hallway with a bathroom pass in her pocket. She was a few feet past the girls' locker room when she heard someone crying and went back to peek inside; the place smelled like hot sweat and jasmine... "I-- I don't like this. Please, stop.""Shhh, you'll love it. It'll be our little secret." It was Audrey and... Coach Decker? Stephanie didn't exactly understand what she was seeing, but she knew nothing good was going on in there. She took a step back and accidentally bumped into a locker. Decker turned around."Campbell! Stay right where you are, young lady! Do you hear me?! CAMPBEEELL!"Like hell she would. She started running and never looked back. By the time Decker found her, she had already locked herself in the teacher's lounge and was calling her dad. The rest was all a blur; Steve dragging the coach away in handcuffs, Principal Prescott yelling, reporters, confused kids, angry parents. -----"Steph...?" Tiffany waved a hand in front of her friend's face."Yeah, sorry... Just a trip down memory lane." she sighed. "A pretty bad one..." "Wanna go outside? Get some fresh air?"----->Sure.>Actually, I think I need a drink.>What did you want before? -----
>>5376274>>What did you want before?
>>5376274>>Actually, I think I need a drink.
>>5376274>What did you want before?
>>5376274>Actually, I think I need a drink.
>>5376286>>5376304>>5376403>>5376421>>5376533>What did you want before?-----Next update coming later on today. Scout's honor.
"No, I'm good. Honest. Don't worry about it." Stephanie smiled. "Anyway-- You needed help with, uh... a 'thing' earlier, and Priscilla wasn't good enough, apparently?""Well, there's no way I was telling Priscilla about that. Plus, I kinda feel like an asshole now for even thinking about it. You know, considering everything..." Tiffany whispered, nodding in Audrey's direction."What was it...?""Um... I sorta kinda maybe wanted to ask you to keep Audrey busy while I talked to Spencer..." "Tiff...""I know, I know... It's just-- This is my last chance. Spencer's the only guy who's ever shown any interest in me at all, and I... I don't wanna die alone, Steph...""What the-- What?! What are you even talking about, Tiff? You're smart, you're cute, you're gonna be just fine! Jeez...""You really think so...?""I know so. Just, stop trying to force things. If it happens, it happens. If not, hey, you've still got your whole life ahead of you.""Thanks... You always know what to say, don't you?""Don't mention it. Besides, a little birdie told me you might have another fan." Stephanie winked."Shut. Up. Who?!""Sorry, some of us know how to keep a secret.""Dude, not fair! Just tell me, already!""Ask me again and you're walking home. That's a promise. Now, let's go find the girls. Audrey probably needs all the friends she can get right now.""This is called psychological torture, you know, and it's illegal. Pretty sure it's banned by the Geneva Convention *and* the UN!""You should be banned by the Geneva Convention and the UN."Out in the back yard, a size 23 work boot was crushing the cat's head into the grass with a soft crunch...----->https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q-RVJyNpfDkWhen Steph and Tiff got back to the living room, they found the girls trying to cheer up Audrey; Amber was singing the school's anthem, accompanied by the most exquisite of instruments: Priscilla's armpit farts. "As I cut down life's knots with grace~~"*PRRRRRTT!*"I know I'm staying sharp until I die~~"*PLORRRPF!*"No one shall ever take my place~~"*BLARRRPP!*"Cause I was forged in regal North Falls High~~"*PBBTHPRF!*By all accounts, it was working. Audrey was laughing her ass off. "Ahahaha, classic! You guys... thanks. I needed that.""But wait, there's more!" Priscilla exclaimed. "Allow me to introduce you to my friends Jack, Jose and Johnny" she pulled three bottles seemingly out of thin air and placed them on the coffee table."Wait, where did you get those?" Amber asked."Your dad's liquor cabinet?""Like, how? It's locked.""*Was* locked." Priscilla winked, pulling a hairpin out of her baseball cap."Aces! Gimme-gimme!"
At that point, the girls collectively craned their necks to the west. There was a sound coming from the front lawn; a glam metal tune mixed in with the roars of a truck engine.>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HAJV2va9V9ATiffany ran to the window. "Guys, guys! The boys are here!" she squealed.Moments later, the door swung open and a keg rolled down the foyer, followed by Norman soon after; a second keg under one armpit and a giant bag of charcoal under the other."Go Beavers!" he exclaimed.Derek walked in right behind him. "Fuck the Beavers, man. I'm gonna be a Princeton Tiger!" This was met with a collective: "Hey, not cool!" by boys and girls alike."Sorry, I didn't mean it. It's just, I got a full-ride. I'm pretty stoked." he blushed."We're all totally happy for you, babe, but like, you gotta respect the Beavers and junk."Then in walked Chunky Chuck, the Beavers' mascot. "Um, guys, I can't see anything in this thing." he complained."Hey, at least you're getting some beaver! Ahahahaha!" Norman let the bag of charcoal fall to the floor and slapped the mascot's back, knocking its head off to reveal a very sweaty Spencer underneath. "Like, omigod! You guys stole Chunky Chuck?!" Amber ran over to Derek and locked lips with him."One last prank, babe. Just for you.""It doesn't even make any sense." Spencer mumbled to himself. "The mascot's name is Chunky Chuck, which would imply he's a woodchuck, but he's not, he's a beaver. God, I can't wait to leave this fucking town and never look back...""Hey, cutie." Audrey slid in front of him and wrapped her arms around his waist. "Who, m-me...?" She nodded; a lustful look in her eyes. "What's your poison?""Um, can I have a Yoo-Hoo?"Audrey looked at him like she was about to punch him in the face for a second, before heading back to the living room and returning with a cup halfway full with scotch. "Here you go, there's a pair of balls for you at the bottom of this cup. Drink up." she handed it to him and slapped his butt."Right. I'm gonna go fire up the grill." Norman said to no one in particular, and vanished down the hallway on his way to the back yard, but not before shooting Tiffany a "Hey, Tiff. Nice dress!"; a goofy smile on his face.Then, to Stephanie's horror, Miles strolled inside; dapper as ever, with his perfect hair and killer smile, in his leather jacket and that Mondale/Ferraro t-shirt he loved so much."Like, look everybody, it's the president of the deflate club!" Amber joked."Good to see you too, Amber. That's Debate Club, by the way.""Didn't you guys, like, lose to South Lake for four years in a row?"
"Strike three." Stephanie turned to Tiffany. "That's the one secret you chose to keep? Really? I am going to murder you." her eyes were shooting daggers."Steph, look--""Don't 'Steph' me! You lied to me!"Tiffany took a step back. "I was just trying to--""What?! You were just trying to what, Miller?! Stick your nose were it don't belong?! Well, mission accomplished!" she pushed her friend hard enough for her to lose her balance, knock over a plant stand and fall to the floor.*CRASH!*"Like, that sounded expensive." Amber looked around."Catfiiight!" Priscilla yelled."Campbell, chill!" Miles got between them and helped Tiffany up. "I'm the one to blame, okay? I asked her not to say anything 'cause I knew you wouldn't come, otherwise." Stephanie was fuming."Can I talk to you for a second?" he took her hand in his. "If nothing else, you owe me an explanation, don't you think?"----->Talk to Miles.>Kick Tiffany.>Just get in the car in leave.-----
>>5377073>Talk to Miles.Seems like the only productive option, really.
>>5377073>Talk to Miles.If we must!Should be interesting
>Talk to Miles.But I am wondering what would happen if we just left. Bridge is out maybe?
>>5377240>>5377504>>5377506>>5377547>Talk to Miles.-----Next update in a couple of days.