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Make-Out Point
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"I'm sorry, buddy. It's for the best." Megan aimed her Colt Python at the dying wolf and looked away, as the white retriever shoved his snout in the ground and covered his eyes with his paws.

BLAM!

The Sherriff's Deputy holstered her hand cannon, letting out a heavy sigh before turning to Sarge. "Come on boy, let's go. We gotta--"

HELP! SOMEBODY, HEEELP!

>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EY2ccRtRxr8

"Walter...?" Megan looked up the hill toward the radio station.

HEEELP

"I don't like this one bit..." she mumbled to herself, as she started running. "Stay put! I'm coming!" she called out.

"Woof!" Sarge yelled, as if to say: "Rookie! Watch out!"

Megan stopped dead in her tracks; her flashlight illuminating the razor wire obstructing the way to Walter's. "What the hell?!"

Not giving it a second thought, she took off her leather jacket and threw it on the metal obstacle. She tossed the duffel bag and jumped over, getting off with only a few small nicks.

The both of them sprinted up the narrow path until they reached the cabin.

Chills ran down Megan's spine as the beam of her flashlight landed on a thick stroke of blood on the wall, following it all the way down to meet the corpse of a chubby brunette in a cream sundress lying on the grass; her trademark warm smile literally scrubbed off of her mangled face. "Oh my God... W-Wendy...?"

"Arf!" Sarge whined, as if to say: "Hey, that's the nice lady that rubs my belly and gives me those soft yellow slices that make you thirsty whenever she sees me... Is she sleeping...? Please tell me she's sleeping..."

"Urk...!" Megan covered her mouth with her fist, momentarily postponing the inevitable.

HOARK!

She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, before hastily rummaging for the flare gun inside her duffel bag. With a shaky hand, she aimed up in the air and fired. A lone red flare tore through the skies; its soft glow shining on her face before slowly fading away as it rose higher and higher.
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On the other side of the lake, Steve spat out a mouthful of Schlitz. "Stephanie...!"

He grabbed his keys and bolted.
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"In here!" Walter yelled.

Megan and Sarge barged inside the cabin to find Kleaver County's No. 1 radio host - KPUT's Crazy Carl be damned! - hunched over his console, holding his gut; his red plaid shirt missing a sleeve and his camo shorts covered in bloodstains.

"Sweet Jesus, Walter! Sit down, you're hurt!" Megan rolled a chair over to the scruffy-looking man as he limped closer.

"Ugh!' he sunk down into the chair and took off his black bandana, running a hand through his greying flattop. "He killed-- Sonuvabitch murdered my Wendy, Meg! He murdered my Wendy..." his voice trailing off as bitter tears started running down his face.

Sarge licked the man's hand.

Megan twitched as a bunch of sparks flew off the smoking console behind her.

"And he-- he destroyed all of my equipment, the bastard..."

"Who did this, Walter?"

"Some maniac with an axe."

"Good Lord. What did he look like?"

"Didn't manage to get a good look at his face, it was too dark. But he's big. Like, really big. And he smells like-- like jasmine or something."

"Crap... Okay, okay... I gotta get to the Mayor's, stat; the kids are in danger."

"The kids...? Aren't the Hughes' gone for the weekend?"

"The Mayor and the missus are. Amber's throwing a party..."

"Fuck me sideways... I'm coming with you!" he tried to get up but Megan pushed him back down.

"Like hell you are! You can barely walk!" she waved at his wound. "Stay here and lock the door behind me. Help is on the way."
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>Megan gives Walter her Medi kit
>Megan keeps Medi kit
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I'm also gonna need you guys to roll a D20. I'll be counting the best out of the first three rolls, as usual.

>>5935294
>Megan gives Walter her Medi kit
Oh shit, it's back, and STILL with a baller soundtrack!

Welcome back, WM.

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>5935294
>>5935298
Forgot my dice, woops.

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>5935294
>>Megan gives Walter her Medi kit
Save the music, man!
And hell yes I can play this.

Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>5935294
>>Megan gives Walter her Medi kit

Don't have the time to be a player, but letting you know you've got a lurker who is enjoying your quest.

>>5935294
>Megan gives Walter her Medi kit

>>5935298
>>5935301
>>5935327
>>5935583
>>5935749
>Megan gives Walter her Medi kit
>Rolled 19 (1d20)
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Thanks for sticking around, boils and ghouls! It's good to be back. Next update is done and will be up once I'm done proofreading. Stay tuned.

>>5935719
Music to my ears! Thanks for reading, anon. Much appreciated.

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Hughes Mansion
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"Uh, girls...? Spencer looked around, mechanically adjusting his glasses. He was slowly sobering up and realizing he was all alone.

Except for the footsteps coming up the stairs...

"S-Steph...?"

An impossibly large silhouette emerged from the end of the hallway and started walking toward him.

"Not Steph! Not Steph!" he blurted out, trying to back away, only to immediately trip on a carpet fold and land on his butt.

"Lurch! What the hell are you doing here?" a familiar voice whisper-shouted at him.

"N-Norman...?"

"Where you expecting someone else? Get up, we gotta go!" The Linebacker looked exhausted. Probably having something to do with the limp Miles he'd been hauling around all over the place on his shoulders for what felt like hours.

"What's wrong with Miles...?"

"There's no time to exp--"

The boys jerked their heads to the east as a door unlocked somewhere in the back, followed by rapid panting as someone rounded the corner at the bay window and started running toward them.

"HE'S COMING!-HE'S COMING!-HE'S COMING!" Audrey screamed.

"Fuck..." Norman huffed through gritted teeth.

"W-Who's coming...?" Spencer asked; his voice breaking.

"Oh my God! Spence, you're okay!" Audrey fell into his arms and hugged him tight.

"Wrong time, wrong place, lovebirds!" Norman snapped; adjusting the boy on his back. "We gotta--"

*thwip-thwip-thwip-thwip-SCHLOCK!*

>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bRvES2Yw9lU

The axe flew through the air and landed on Audrey's back. She looked up at Spencer one last time, before slipping off his arms and collapsing on the floor.

The killer stood at the other end of the hallway, breathing heavily. He pulled the string dangling from his grotesque mask. His one eye lit up.

"BoO."

Spencer was frozen in place with his mouth agape, doing his best not to swallow his tongue; the horned giant's reflection on his glasses growing larger.

Norman grabbed his lanky friend, kicked open the nearest door and barged inside, before locking it behind them.

The slasher strolled across the hallway to a twitching Audrey. He retrieved his axe and kicked the girl over to face him.

"You'Re a bAd fRieNd, AudRey..."

"B-Blease...!" Audrey mustered, raising her hands in front of her face; choking on her own blood.

"...aNd yOu tAlk tOo mUch."

He leaned over the girl, grabbed her jaw...

*crack-schlorrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrp*

...and yanked it off along with a thick strip of flesh, as if peeling away a piece of string cheese.

Audrey stopped moving.

The man wiped his hand on his tracksuit and faced the door the boys went in. He was about to turn the doorknob, when...

*BLAM!*

A revolver shot echoed from somewhere outside.

"HuH...?"

He turned on the spot and and opened the door on the opposite side of the hallway to find himself in the game room, before walking over to the large window in the back and staring out into the night for a moment.

A red flare slowly climbed up into the storm.

"A litTle sOonEr tHan exPecteD, bUt..."

He lifted his mask just enough to reveal a cleft lip and crooked teeth, before licking his axe.

"...tHe mOre tHe mErrieR! HaR-hAr-HaR-hAr-HaAaR!"

He opened the window and jumped outside...
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"Like, what the hell, you guys?!" Amber pulled Derek's dick out of her mouth. "Don't you ever, like, knock?!" she wiped the, um, juices with the back of her sleeve.

"Uh, yeah dude, not cool." the Quarterback zipped up his jeans; his cheeks ablaze.

Norman tossed Miles on Amber's bed and grabbed one of the mango-scented candles from her desk to illuminate his stump.

"Holy shit, what the fuck happened...?!
"Holy shit, like, what the fuck happened...?! Amber and Derek said - almost - in unison.

Norman explained the situation as he barricaded the door, pushing Amber's bookcase and desk behind it.

"So, long story short... we're fucked." he wiped his forehead. "And he's more fucked." he waved toward Miles. "If there's a first aid cabinet in this house we gotta get to it. Like, yesterday."

"We've got, like, a fully-stocked one in the master bathroom. There's even a tetanus shot and junk." Amber said.

"What about Steph?" Derek asked.

Then, as if on cue, Spencer started convulsing and hyperventilating again.

"Really, Lurch?! Now?!" Norman snapped.

"What *cough* do you want from *wheeze* me, man? I'm *cough* really stressed out!"

"Well, suck on your goddamn cripple spray and shut the fuck up!"

"M-my inhaler's still in *wheeze* Derek's truck!"

Norman facepalmed, letting out a heavy sigh. "All I wanted to do was pound a few beers, grill some burgers, and maybe ask Tiff out..."
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>Good news, everyone! Time to split the party! Please fill in the blanks:
>_____ gets supplies from the first aid cabinet
>_____ looks for Stephanie
>_____ gets Spencer's inhaler
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I'm also gonna need you guys to roll a D20. I'll be counting the best out of the first three rolls, as usual.

>>5936273
>Derek gets Spencer's inhaler
He's fast and strong and not all tuckered-out as Norman.

>Amber gets supplies from the first aid cabinet
She knows exactly where the are, so will be fastest.

>Norman & Spencer stay put and stays guard
Steph will have to look after herself for a moment. Neither Norman (exhausted) nor Spencer (asthma attack in-progress) are in any state to rescue her. maybe she can find the group, if she's lucky, or better yet Megan.

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>5936273
Oh, and rolling!

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>5936290
+1

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>5936290
Support

>>5936290
>>5936292
>>5936665
>>5937370
>Derek gets Spencer's inhaler
>Amber gets supplies from the first aid cabinet
>Norman & Spencer stay put and guard Miles
>Rolled 17 (1d20)
Next update coming later on today.

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*KRA-KHOW!*

The lightning struck just a few feet away, hitting the aging Douglas Fir right outside like an electric whip. Stephanie got startled and backed away, before tripping on Priscilla's corpse and landing in a pile of gore. The tree started falling; its trunk moaning in protest. Stephanie looked up just in time to see it coming straight at her, instinctively closing her eyes and raising her arms in front of her face; holding her breath.

*kreeeeeeeeee-CRASH!*

Stephanie opened her eyes to meet a patch of tree bark an inch away from her nose; half the trunk was now comfortably resting inside the library, having destroyed the covered balcony outside and whatever was left of the broken window.

"As if the psycho wasn't enough." the girl slithered away and propped herself up. "Imagine if I didn't recycle..." she mumbled to herself, wiping her Chucks on the grimy carpet.

She walked over to the door and tried it just in case. No luck; the killer had not only locked it, but as she discovered moments later, he had also broken the key inside the keyhole.

"There's gotta be another way outta here..." she readied her flashlight and started looking around, covering every inch of the room, bookshelf after bookshelf; wall to peeling wall.

Nothing.

>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0Dw_jgbMv9Q

The pressure was getting to her and that knock on the head from her last encounter with the horned intruder wasn't helping at all; it felt like her skull was about to split in half at any given second.

She aimed her flashlight at a short silhouette nearby. It was an ornate carved wooden pedestal, home to a marble bust of Ronald Reagan, contemplatively looking to the future with a furrowed brow; probably sculpted during that one time the Gipper wasn't smiling.

"Don't look at me like that-- What would you do in my place...?" she felt dizzy.

The Sherriff's daughter almost lost her balance, leaning against the bust to steady herself.

*clack-reeeeep*

The president moved half an inch to the right and a secret door swung open from the wall behind her, ripping apart the flimsy wallpaper that previously covered it.

"Thank you, sir!" Stephanie saluted, rushing to the passage.

It was a narrow crawlspace, just wide enough to fit a Campbell of her stature, adorned with rusty pipes and moldy insulation and covered in cobwebs on either side. A baby mouse squeaked and hopped away in panic, as the beam of Stephanie's flashlight followed it down a flight of rickety stairs.

Stephanie was beyond feeling disgusted by now, having crossed the point of no return give or take half a bucket of guts ago; she took a deep breath and began her descent.

She was a few feet away from solid ground, when...

*crack*

"Uh-oh..."

The last few rotten steps crumbled to pieces beneath her feet and she fell straight through. "Motherf--"

"
A
A
H
H
H
H
H
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*POOFT!"

"Ow..." she shook her head and looked around, more than grateful to see she'd landed on a bunch of cardboard boxes stuffed with what looked like Amber's old parkas.

"Bless your dad's credit cards, Hooters..." she dusted herself off, twisted her makeshift toothbrush hairstick to tighten her bun and slashed at the pitch black darkness with her flashlight to find her bearings.

She was in the basement.

Getting up, she knocked over a shelf with her head. "Ugh!"

*CLANG-clang-clang!*

A crowbar fell to the damp concrete floor and bounced around before settling in front of her feet.

"Well, if you insist..." she picked it up and shoved it in her backpack.

>Got Crowbar
>Inventory:
>[Slinky], [Flashlight], [Flask], [Crowbar], [ ___ ]
>Passive Items:
>[Zippo], [Slingshot], [Marbles], [Dagger]

Stephanie noticed a small rectangular window right below the ceiling in a corner at the far side of the room, and started making her way to the north to take a peek outside when she stepped on something.

She looked down to find an old photo album, lying open on the floor.

"Huh...?" she picked it up to take a closer look; there was a bloodstained polaroid ripped in half on the page on the right. It was Amber's back yard, and judging by the decorations on the gazebo it was her birthday. She saw her 13-year-old self and the rest of the gang pointing and laughing at something or someone past the jagged tear on the paper...

She pulled away the photograph and stuffed it in her pocket.

>Got Birthday Picture
>The Birthday Picture doesn't take up space in your inventory
>Inventory:
>[Slinky], [Flashlight], [Flask], [Crowbar], [ ___ ]
>Passive Items:
>[Zippo], [Slingshot], [Marbles], [Dagger], [Birthday Picture]

She pulled up an old desk chair and propped it up against the wall right under the window, climbing up and standing on her toes before wiping the glass with her fist to look outside...

*THUD!*

A pair of size 23 work boots landed on the patch of grass beyond the window, and a small object fell to the ground and rolled over toward her. Thankful she hadn't aimed her flashlight outside, she covered her her mouth with her free hand and held her breath; her eyes wide with horror.

A few endless seconds later, the towering killer walked away and vanished into the storm; the light coming from his eye growing fainter before eventually getting swallowed by the darkness outside.

"Phew, that was close." Stephanie sighed in relief, raising her flashlight to see what the monster had accidentally dropped.

It was a bottle of Charlie Blue...
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>Take advantage of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity; reach out and grab the perfume
>Screw that! What if he comes back...?
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I'm also gonna need you guys to roll a D20. I'll be counting the best out of the first three rolls, as usual.

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>5938240
>Take advantage of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity; reach out and grab the perfume
Given its plot importance and importance to the killer in particular, I feel this could be quite useful...

Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>5938240
>Take advantage of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity; reach out and grab the perfume

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>5938240
>Take advantage of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity; reach out and grab the perfume

>>5938240
>Take advantage of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity; reach out and grab the perfume

>>5938299
>>5938387
>>5938506
>>5938751
>Take advantage of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity; reach out and grab the perfume
Rolled 14 (1d20)
You have chosen... wisely. Next update coming later on today.

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With Amber and Derek gone, the Prom Queen's mango-scented bedroom looked more like North Falls High's infirmary; Miles shivering on the bed, Spencer convulsing in an armchair and Norman pacing up and down like a concerned parent.

The Linebacker paused for a moment, running a hard through his hair before leaning against the wall next to his one conscious friend.

"Um, Spence...?"

"Heh... *cough* Spence... You haven't called me that *wheeze* since third grade..."

"I-- I didn't mean to yell at you earlier, and I just... In case we don't make it, I-- I just wanted to say I'm sorry about..." he pointed at Spencer's head. "You know..."

The Nerd's hand instinctively rose to the back of his head; his fingers feeling the scar running all the way down to his neck.

"Don't *cough* worry about it, Norm. I mean, it was only *wheeze* thirty-seven stitches. And hey, it was elementary school. How *hack* where you supposed to know that violently shoving my *wheeze* head down a toilet bowl was my one true *cough* weakness...?"

"Spence, dude, I'm trying here..."

"I'm just screwing with you *wheeze* you big dope. Apology *cough* accepted."

*KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK!*

"Can you dorks, like, kiss later and junk?!" Amber yelled from the other side of the door.

"Cool your jets, Hooters! That freak is still out there." Norman removed the barricade, unlocked the door and let her back inside, before putting everything back in place again.

Amber made a bee-line to Miles and plunged the tetanus shot in his thigh. "Derek....?" she tossed a couple packs of painkillers and antibiotics on her nightstand.

"He's not back yet..."

"Crap..." she sighed. "Can you, like, prop him up?" she motioned toward Miles.

Norman nodded, lifting Miles like a ragdoll and placing him in a sitting position.

Amber slapped the boy awake.

"Wuh... Where am I...?"

"Like, never mind that-- Just shut up swallow these." she stuffed a bunch of pills in his mouth and pulled out a small bottle of water.

"Mmmf *gulp* Evian...?"

"Don't flatter yourself, Smiles. I don't drink, like, tap water. Eugh, grody!" Amber snatched the bottle away from him and poured a few drops of hydrogen peroxide in it, shaking it well before proceeding to disinfect his stump.

"How you feelin', buddy?" Norman placed a hand on his shoulder.

"I'm-- Ow! I--" Miles paused and stared at his friends for a second; his gaze resting on their bloodstained clothes. "Hey, what's going on here...? Where's Steph?"

The room fell silent as Amber and the boys awkwardly looked at each other; Spencer's wheezing and the occasional lightning punctuating the moment.

"Guys, what's wrong...?"
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Stephanie bit down on her flashlight, elbowed the window open and grabbed the tiny bottle, before swiftly jumping off the chair and back onto solid ground. She took off the cap and gave the it a whiff.

"Yep, that's it..." she scrunched her face; it was e very elegant perfume, but all it reminded her of was death and abuse.

>Got Charlie Blue
>Inventory full
>Inventory:
>[Slinky], [Flashlight], [Flask], [Crowbar], [Charlie Blue]
>Passive Items:
>[Zippo], [Slingshot], [Marbles], [Dagger], [Birthday Picture]

She stuffed the bottle inside her backpack and looked around some more, eventually stumbling upon the breaker box, or rather what was left of it...

"Darn it!" she punched at what was now basically just a small pile of rubble affixed to the wall; the cover fell off.

"I have to get to the gen--"

"ARF-ARF!"

"Sarge?!" Stephanie rushed back up to the window and listened intently.

"ARF-ARF-ARF!"

That was definitely her dog alright.

"Sarge, shut up ferchrissakes!"

And... Deputy Scott?
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>Climb out the window and go find Megan and Sarge before someone else finds them first...
>The killer's gone. It's the perfect chance to run upstairs and get the shotgun
>You can't fight back if you can't see. Go fire up the generator in the shed and turn on auxiliary power
>Write-in
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I'm also gonna need you guys to roll a D20 and a D6. I'll be counting the best out of the first three rolls, as usual.
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Apologies for the delay. Had to give the doggo a peanut butter bath and then a regular bath 'cause he dove into a pile of firewood and got covered in tree sap all over, and then brought me a rabbit carcass and left it on the doormat. x___x And then I kinda dozed off...

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>5940553
>The killer's gone. It's the perfect chance to run upstairs and get the shotgun

>>5940610
Don't forget the D6!

Rolled 3 (1d6)

>>5940553
>Climb out the window and go find Megan and Sarge before someone else finds them first...

What a good dog. Sarge and yours, kek.

>>5940616
I'll leave it for others

Rolled 6 (1d6)

>>5940553
>>Climb out the window and go find Megan and Sarge before someone else finds them first...

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>5940553
>Climb out the window and go find Megan and Sarge before someone else finds them first...

Rolled 1 (1d6)

>>5941169

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>5940553
>The killer's gone. It's the perfect chance to run upstairs and get the shotgun

>>5940610
>>5940639
>>5940706
>>5941169
>>5941171
>>5941221
>Climb out the window and go find Megan and Sarge before someone else finds them first...
>Rolled 16 (1d20)
>Rolled 6 (1d6)
Next update coming later on today.

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>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nLTnICGPQ-0

*schlorp*

*THUD!*

Derek slipped on Tiffany's insides spreading all across the front porch and fell on his back; her empty eyes staring right through him.

"Fuck!" he instinctively backed away from the corpse, springing upright and wiping his hands on his jeans before skipping down the steps and rushing to his truck.

He yanked the door open and dove head first into the cabin, going straight for the glove compartment.

*click*

The tiny box swung open and Spencer's inhaler rolled into his hand.

"Bingo." he shoved the inhaler in his pocket and paused for a second, before reaching for the baseball bat lying on the passenger's seat floor mat. "Homerun Hannah to the rescue!"

The future Princeton Tiger was about to slide out of his car when...

"ARF-ARF!"

*DONK!*

Derek got startled and smacked his head on the roof. "Ow, dammit!"

"ARF-ARF-ARF!"

"The fuck...?"

"STEP AWAY FROM THE VEHICLE AND PUT YOUR ARMS IN THE AIR WHERE I CAN SEE THEM!"

The boy complied mechanically, squinting hard as a beam of light hit him strait in the face.

"Woof!" Sarge exclaimed, as if to say: "It's football guy!"

"Is that the Reed boy?" Megan mumbled to herself, lowering her revolver and flashlight as she walked to him.

"Deputy Scott? It's me, Derek!"

"ARF-ARF! BORK! WOOF!" Sarge started barking like a maniac, nearly peeing himself with excitement, as if to say: "LOOK, GUYS! VANILLA GIRL! IT'S VANILLA GIRL!"

Megan and Derek turned to see Stephanie running toward them, as the white retriever pounced to greet his owner.

"Not now *huff* Sarge." Stephanie waved him away and leaned against Derek's truck to catch her breath.

"Arf!" the dog complained, as if to say: "But-but, I haven't seen you in YEARS!"

"Steph, you're okay!" Derek finally remembered to lower his arms.

"*huff* Miles?"

"He's upstairs. We've barricaded ourselves in Amber's bedroom."

"Stephanie, wh--" Megan started, but the Sherriff's daughter cut her off.

"Listen to me, Megan." she placed her hands on the Deputy's shoulders. "There's a killer on the loose. We have to grab everyone and get the flip outta here!"

"There's-- There's nowhere to go."

"What? What do you mean there's nowhere to go? We have cars, we'll just--"

"Stephanie, the bridge is gone." she bit her lower lip.

"Crap on a stick..."

"Guys, I have to get this to Spencer right now ." Derek showed them the inhaler. "Meet me upstairs, okay?"

The both of them nodded as the boy ran back inside, swerving to avoid Tiffany's dead body; baseball bat in hand.
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>Party time!
>You can choose one of your two friends present to join your party. You won't be able to switch to someone else unless whoever you chose dies.
>Choose Megan. [Megan's a cop with a duffel bag full of goodies. Duh.]
>Choose Sarge. [Sarge is the goodest doggo. He will fight to the death for you.]
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>Head to the shed to fire up the generator and maybe grab that sweet chainsaw
>Run upstairs to regroup
>Write-in

>>5942714
I'm slightly confused. We can take Megan or Sarge? IF we take Megan, would Sarge just inevitably follow us anyway?

>Choose Megan
>Head to the shed to fire up the generator and maybe grab that sweet chainsaw

>>5942722
You can only pick one of them to be in your party. It's more about control, really. Whoever you pick is basically one less character that I get to use to make Stephanie's life more difficult. They obey your orders and enjoy a certain degree of plot armor. They're still affected by dice rolls, time triggers etc, but to a lesser extent.

>>5942736
Fair enough. I'll stick with my current vote, then. Better to control a trained deputy with a gun and such than a dog. Please don't die, Sarge...

>>5942714
>Choose Megan. [Megan's a cop with a duffel bag full of goodies. Duh.]
>Head to the shed to fire up the generator and maybe grab that sweet chainsaw

>>5942714
>Choose Sarge. [Sarge is the goodest doggo. He will fight to the death for you.]
>Head to the shed to fire up the generator and maybe grab that sweet chainsaw

>>5942714
>>Choose Megan. [Megan's a cop with a duffel bag full of goodies. Duh.]
>>Head to the shed to fire up the generator and maybe grab that sweet chainsaw

>>5942714
>>Choose Megan. [Megan's a cop with a duffel bag full of goodies. Duh.]
>Head to the shed to fire up the generator and maybe grab that sweet chainsaw

>>5942722
>>5943231
>>5943326
>>5943870
>Choose Megan
>Head to the shed to fire up the generator and maybe grab that sweet chainsaw
Next update coming within 24 hours.

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>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wHJxedmc9Fw

Spencer greedily sucked on his inhaler like he was breastfeeding on Christie Brinkley's tits, while Derek was trying to console a distraught Amber who had just recently remembered she had a little brother to take care of.

"Where is he?! He, like, always comes to me when he's scared and junk. Always!"

"He's a smart kid, babe. Don't worry, he's probably just hiding somewhere."

"What if he's hurt? Or, like, dead?! Daddy's gonna kill me... And then I'm gonna, like, kill myself." she was on the verge of tears.

Norman was reinforcing the barricade with a second bookcase, when he noticed Miles hopscotching out of Amber's walk-in closet with a neon pink ski boot in his hand. The President of the Debate Club sat down on the bed and stuffed his bandaged-up stump inside the boot, clasping the straps as tight as possible.

"Ugh!" he got up and took a few steps forward. "Good enough." he grabbed Derek's baseball bat and made his way to the balcony doors.

"Um, Smiles, pardon my French but what the fuck do you think you're doing?"

"We're sitting ducks here. I'm gonna go look for Stephanie."

"Dude, Derek said he just saw them!"

"Yeah, half an hour ago."

"Come on, man, they're probably just--"

"Dead? 'Cause the only logical conclusion to that sentence if I don't do something about it."

"So what's the plan here, Miles? You gonna protect her with that toothpick? Stumpy McSmiley VS Meat Mountain?! That's gonna end well..."

"You don't get it, I--"

"What don't I get, Miles?! What doesn't the big dumb linebacker get, exactly? We've lost three people already! For the love of God, please, don't be a hero."

"She said yes, Norm. She said yes. I have to do this. I can't let her down."

The boy opened the doors just in time to see a hand grab the railing outside and a huge silhouette climbing up the balcony.

*KRA-KHOW!*

A lightning struck somewhere in the distance. The killer's antlers cast horrible shadows upon his victims' faces; his bloody axe glinting in his hand.

"RoOm sErviCe! HaR-hAr-HaR-hAr-HaAaR!"

"Oh, fuck!"

*THUNK!*
-----

Sarge reluctantly climbed into the bed of Derek's truck, whining all the way up. Stephanie placed both hands behind his ears and gave him a kiss on the head.

"We won't be long, buddy." she gently squeezed his neck. "I promise, okay? If you see anything, just bark. Yes?"

"Vroof..." the dog let out a sad sigh, as if to say: "Okay..."

"Let's book it."

Stephanie and Megan started down the front lawn, following the cobblestone path on their way to the shed; a thick curtain of rain wherever their flashlights pointed.

"So, not that I'm complaining but, what are you doing here?"

"Your dad called. He asked me to drop by and check on you guys 'cause he couldn't reach you on the phone."

"Thank God."

"Do you have any idea who might be behind all this?"

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"No, he's wearing a mask, but he seems to know all of us by name and he's got an axe to grind; no pun intended. He's holding some kind of grudge-- he told me I took everything away from him six years ago, and now he's back to get revenge or something."

"Six years ago? I was still in training, but I do remember the one thing making waves back then was the Decker case. In fact, if memory serves, Coach Decker was sentenced to life six years ago today."

"Amber said she got the chair this morning."

"Good riddance."

"Tell me about it..."

"Did he say anything else? Do we have any other clues?"

"No, but I'm pretty sure he's wearing Coach Decker's tracksuit. Oh, and I found this..."

Stephanie showed Megan the perfume bottle. The Sherriff's Deputy turned it over in her hand, examining it under the beam of her flashlight. There was a red sticker at the bottom.

"Wait, that's an evidence tag. This is from the Decker case-- Where did you get this?"

"Um, he dropped it..."

Stephanie tossed the bottle in her backpack just as they reached the shed; the small porch finally providing a welcome break from the pounding rain. She turned the doorknob but the door wouldn't budge.

"Oh, right." she took out the crowbar, stuck it right between the lock and the frame, planted her feet and pulled.

*CRACK!-creeeak*

"There we go."

The both of them walked inside; Megan standing by the door to keep an eye out for any unwanted visitors while Stephanie made a bee line to the generator. The girl grabbed a can and poured enough gasoline to see the level rise to the lip of the tank, plugged it back shut and wiped her forehead as she moved to the front of the contraption.

"Let there be..." she crossed her fingers and punched the big red button staring back at her.

*CHUNK!*

"...light!"

*brum*

*brum*

*brum-brum-BRUM-BRUM-BRUM-BRUM-BRUM-BRUM!*

Gears started spinning, loose panels rattling, and needles dancing in their gauges as decades-old machinery sprang to life in a labored but joyous mechanical ballet.

Megan tried the switch by the door.

Warm yellow light illuminated the cabin.

"Yes!" Stephanie ran to the door and eagerly looked toward the house; lights slowly popping up on several windows.

"Good job, Steph. Now, let's go find the others."

"Just a sec..." Stephanie walked over to the workbench and grabbed the hefty yellow McCulloch Super 44 resting in the middle, disturbing a number of spiders and assorted bugs from their slumber as she pulled the chainsaw free from its cobweb chains. She yanked out her belt and strapped her new weapon on her back.

>Got Chainsaw
>The Chainsaw doesn't take up space in your inventory
>Inventory:
>[Slinky], [Flashlight], [Flask], [Crowbar], [Charlie Blue]
>Passive Items:
>[Zippo], [Slingshot], [Marbles], [Dagger], [Birthday Picture], [Chainsaw]

"You sure you can handle that?"

"Can't be that much different than a hand mixer, right?"

"Teenagers..." Megan rolled her eyes. "Well, given the circumstances, I'll allow it. But I want it on the record that I'm not comfortable with this and had absolutely nothing to do with it. Y' know, if your dad asks..."

"No worries." Stephanie winked.

"Here, take this." Megan reached into her duffel bag and pulled out a flare gun. "Just in case something goes horribly wrong."

>Inventory full
>The Flare Gun takes up one slot in your inventory
>Discard:
>[Slinky]?
>[Flashlight]?
>[Flask]?
>[Crowbar]?
>[Charlie Blue]?
>Refuse Flare Gun
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I'm also gonna need you guys to roll a D20 and a D6. I'll be counting the best out of the first three rolls, as usual.
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Only ~2 hours past the deadline! That's gotta be some kind of record. ;~;

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>5945234
>[Slinky]

>>5945234
>>[Slinky]?

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>5945574

Rolled 2 (1d6)

>>5945576

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>5945234
>[Slinky]?

Rolled 2 (1d6)

>>5945903

Rolled 3 (1d6)

>>5945234
>[Flask]?

>>5945352
>>5945574
>>5945576
>>5945577
>>5945903
>>5945904
>>5946724
>Discard Slinky
>Rolled 19 (1d20)
>Rolled 3 (1d6)
Next update coming within 24 hours. Also, I kinda feel like an asshole for even asking 'cause this is personal information, but would you guys mind sharing your time zones? Just trynna get a feel of optimal update hours and figure out an appropriate time window so that everyone gets a chance to vote. You're absolutely under no obligation to divulge such information if you don't feel comfortable doing so, but if you do, know that I will not be responsible for any targeted ads, robocalls, spam mail, door-to-door salesmen, missing socks or asteroid strikes that may or may not occur as dictated by Section D of Article XIII [Clause 45/b-2, 12/07/1946] in accordance with the small print found at the bottom right corner of page 147 of Appendix 3 of the legally binding contract you just signed by replying to this post.

>>5946761
It's 6:04 here, right now.

>>5946761
Nice try CIA man

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>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WaaTthe3e6o

Lucky enough to have stumbled and fallen as he backed away, Miles was now staring at the blade wedged in the hardwood floor between his legs, half an inch away from his dick; his heart pounding.

Norman instinctively rushed to his aid, grabbing him by the collar and trying to drag him away.

The killer pulled his axe free and gave it a twirl to turn the blade upside down, before grabbing it with both hands and taking a mighty swing.

"FoOoRe!"

*SCHPLORCK!*

The cold cheek of the blade met the Linebacker's profile at around 180 mph and went straight through; his head exploding like a watermelon as chunks of brain, flesh and bone splattered all over the place.

The lights came on just just as Norman's headless body first kneeled and then collapsed to the floor; a geyser of warm blood shooting out of his neck.

"ToUchdOwn! HaR-hAr-HaR-hAr-HaAaR!"

"AAAAAIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Amber let out a blood-curdling scream as Spencer frantically clawed at the furniture blocking the bedroom door, trying to remove the makeshift barricade with little success.

Derek closed his eyes and whispered a little prayer through gritted teeth; a lone tear escaping his eyes.

"THERE'S NO TOUCHDOWNS IN GOLF, YOU ASSHOLE!" he clenched his fists and charged at the monstrous man, catching him off guard with a shoulder blow to the stomach.

"UrK!"

*CRASH!*

The two of them smashed through the railing and fell off the balcony as the rest of the gang looked on with mouths agape.
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Sheriff Campbell was on his radio, pacing up and down along the edge of Brooker Canyon, talking to some pencil-pusher rookie back at the HQ in Olympia in a very much futile attempt to request backup; his frustration with the lack of cooperation translating into exasperated gesturing through the rain as the headlights from his truck shone upon Megan's torched patrol car and the crumbled bridge up ahead.

*kshhht*"...Negative, sir. Not in this weather. Bird's staying grounded."*kshhht*

"Son, I flew a goddamn Huey through a tropical rainstorm in 'Nam back in '69 and I'm still standing. Now, I've got a situation brewing up here and I--"

*kshhhhhhhhhhhhhhht*

"State cops my ass..." he huffed through his mustache as the radio went silent.

He took off his hat and ran a hand through his hair as he stared into the darkness with a heavy sigh; his gaze landing on the blinking red light atop the radio tower way out in the distance.

He snapped his fingers.
-----

"Come on, goddammit!" Walter was all bandaged-up, drowning in a sea of cables and duct tape as he tried to revive his mangled console. "Work, ya useless hunka junk!" he yelled at the machinery, angrily tossing yet another screwdriver right through the broken window in front of him; his third one for the night.

He slumped down in his chair, pinching the bridge of his nose.

*kshhht*"Walt? Walt, are you there?"*kshhht*

"Steve, is that you?!" he sprang upright and snatched his mic.

*kshhht*"Yeah, I'm--"*kshhht*

"Oh, thank God! Steve, there's some schizo with a fire axe out on a rampage!"

*kshhht*"What?!"*kshhht*

"He killed Wendy, Steve! The kids are in danger! Megan patched me up and left for the Mayor's!"

*kshhht*"I'm at the canyon but the goddamn bridge is out."*kshhht*

"What?!"

*kshhht*"I need a ride, Walt. You good to fly?"*kshhht*

"Semper Fi, brother."
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"I hate throwing away a gift, but this is more useful." Stephanie left the Slinky on the workbench and placed the flare gun in her backpack.

>Discarded Slinky
>Got Flare Gun
>Inventory:
>[Flare Gun], [Flashlight], [Flask], [Crowbar], [Charlie Blue]
>Passive Items:
>[Zippo], [Slingshot], [Marbles], [Dagger], [Birthday Picture], [Chainsaw]

"Okay, stay frozen. That guy's built like a brick poophouse but he's surprisingly stealthy." she said, twisting her toothbrush hairstick as they left the shed behind.

"Frozen...?" Megan raised an eyebrow.

"Y' know, be alert. It's military slang."

"That's... frosty. Stay frosty."

"Semantics."

The girls got back to Derek's truck to find a skittish Sarge looking around; his head on a swivel.

"Arf!" he exclaimed, looking a the chainsaw on Stephanie's back, as if to say: "You should be careful with that, It's not a toy!"

"I missed you too, buddy. Come on, let's go."

They were climbing up the porch steps when...

"Grrr-Arf! WOOF-WOOF-WOOF!" the white retriever slithered under Stephanie's legs and ran away to the right of the house and toward the back yard.

"Sarge, wait!"
-----

>Follow Sarge
>Head inside
>Have Megan check out what's going on while you head inside
>Check out what's going on while Megan heads inside
>Write-in
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I'm also gonna need you guys to roll a D20 and a D6. I'll be counting the best out of the first three rolls, as usual.
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Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>5947740
>Check out what's going on while Megan heads inside

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>>5947749

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>5947740
>>Follow Sarge

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>5947740
>Follow Sarge

Rolled 1 (1d6)

>>5947865

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>>5947865
>>5947867
What great rolls

>>5947869
We gon die.

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>5947740
>Have Megan check out what's going on while you head inside

Rolled 6 (1d6)

>>5948028

>>5947740
>>Check out what's going on while Megan heads inside

Rolled 4 (1d6)

>>5947740

>>5947740
>Have Megan check out what's going on while you head inside

I'm not dead, guys. Just waiting for a tiebreaker.

>>5949012
Roll?

>>5949049
Rolls are fine, but options A, C and D each got two votes.

>>5949059
No I mean just roll for the choices

>>5949062
Oh, right. I'll give it a few more hours to see if anyone else votes, and if not, I'm gonna roll for it myself.

Rolled 2 (1d3)

Rolling for the tiebreaker.
>1 = Check out what's going on while Megan heads inside
>2 = Follow Sarge
>3 = Have Megan check out what's going on while you head inside

>Follow Sarge
>Rolled 12 (1d20)
>Rolled 6 (1d6)
Next update coming within 24 hours.

My sincere apologizes, boils and ghouls. Something came up and I haven't had the time to post. Rest assured, this isn't yet another one of my notorious hiatuses. Next update coming on Thursday. Stay tuned.

>>5950683
Thank you for keeping us in the loop, QM!

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*KRA-KHOOOM!*

A booming thunder rattled Stephanie's insides as she ran to the back yard; a panting Megan on her tail.

Neither of them heard Miles yelling from the balcony.

With the auxiliary power on, the dim light coming from the house and bleeding out into the stormy night made the grounds a little easier to traverse. If you stuck close enough to the walls you could pretty much see what was up ahead. The back yard on the on other hand? That was another story altogether. The light only reached up to a certain point. Past that proverbial border, it was flashlight territory again. You could only make out the dark silhouettes of the gazebo and the big oak, still standing in defiance. Coupled with the increasingly loud white noise coming from the waterfalls past the railing to the east, there was plenty of room for things to go wrong.

Stephanie paused for a moment, allowing Megan to catch up.

"What's *huff* wrong?" Megan dropped the duffel bag and wiped the hair plastered on her forehead with a shaky hand.

>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JdjydzeqsNI&ab_channel=NewRetroWave

"Look." Stephanie pointed at a trail of blood on the grass, illuminated by the back porch light; her index finger following it all the way to the darkness beyond. She twisted her toothbrush hairstick, readied her flashlight and started running toward the unknown.

"Steph, wait!" Megan fumbled reloading her revolver, with the one missing bullet slipping away from her and getting swallowed by the gore and the muddy grass at her feet. "Crap." there was no time to lose, five shots was good enough. Fingers crossed. She ran after Stephanie.

"Sarge? SARGE!" the Sheriff's daughter called out to her trusty companion.

No one answered back.

Stephanie stopped dead in her tracks when the beam of her flashlight landed on the nasty prize waiting for her at the end of the blood trail; a fallen Derek.

"Oh, no..."

He was still alive, but not for long; reaching out to her with a trembling hand. Judging by the thick chunk of bone poking through a hole on the leather sleeve of his letter jacket, he'd broken his arm during the fall. He was breathing heavily, choking on mouthfuls of blood. There was a long piece of wooden railing sticking out of his stomach like a stake; hugged by entrails.

"Oh my God..." Megan caught up.

The boy was mouthing something.

"You're gonna be fine, Big D. D-don't worry about it. It's just a-- it's just a scratch-- just a scratch. You're gonna be a Princeton Tiger, r-remember? A Princeton Tiger..." Stephanie tried to convince herself with tears in her eyes. She got to her knees and leaned over him.

Derek placed a bloody hand on her shoulder.

*gurgle*

"Run..." his eyes rolled back in his head and he collapsed, leaving a five-pronged stroke of blood on Stephanie's shoulder as his hand went limp and slipped away.

*KRA-KHOW*

A lightning struck somewhere in the distance.

A large horned silhouette emerged from the darkness.

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"AAAAAHH!" Megan screamed, before tripping and landing on her butt.

Stephanie felt someone grabbing the straps of her backpack, before flying off the ground; shooting upwards through the air like a miscalibrated elevator.

The killer raised her up to his horrible mask; dangling her like a naughty toddler.

"I thOugHt I tOld yOu to stAy pUt." he huffed. His voice box must've been damaged; he was spitting sparks with every word.

"Sorry..." Stephanie snarled.

She reached for Maddox's dagger still resting in her ankle.

*SCHLACK!*

"...I wasn't paying attention."

"RrrAaaAaarrRggHhhh!" the slasher dropped Stephanie as the sharp blade went straight through his forearm.

She carefully landed on all fours before looking up at him again.

The man pulled out the dagger with a distorted wince and threw it away; it bounced off the fence to the east before being swallowed by the waterfalls beyond the edge of the cliff.

"I'vE hAd jUst aboUt eNouGh of yOu." he raised his axe in the air with both hands; bright sparks escaping his sharp jaws as he stared down at his victim.

*BLAM!*

*BLAM!*

*BLAM!*

*BLAM!*

*BLAM!*

"UrK!"

*click-click-click*

Megan was on her ass with the rain pounding on her face. She missed four times. The fifth one got him smack dab in the middle of the chest.

The monstrous man collapsed on his back; his axe escaping his grip and falling to the ground.

Stephanie tucked her knees and rolled away, just as the axe landed on the patch of grass right below where her neck was a second ago.

"Is he dead...?" Megan got up.

"Ouch! I don't know." Stephanie was massaging a few bloody spots on her wifebeater, right above her butt; a few nicks courtesy of rolling around with a chainsaw strapped to your back.

"Arooooo...!" a painful howl came from the gazebo.

"Sarge?!" Stephanie let out a sigh of relief.
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>Check on Sarge
>Take off the villain's mask
>Have Megan check on Sarge while you take off the villain's mask
>Have Megan take off the villain's mask while you check on Sarge
>Write-in
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I'm also gonna need you guys to roll [1d20] and [1d6]. I'll be counting the best out of the first three pairs of rolls, as usual.
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Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>5952896
>Have Megan take off the villain's mask while you check on Sarge

Rolled 6 (1d6)

>>5952896
>>5952912
Eesh...

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>5952896
>>Have Megan check on Sarge while you take off the villain's mask

Rolled 2 (1d6)

>>5953185

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>5952896
>Have Megan check on Sarge while you take off the villain's mask

Rolled 4 (1d6)

>>5953884

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>>5953884
>>5952913
Nice!

>>5952912
>>5952913
>>5953185
>>5953187
>>5953884
>>5953886
>Have Megan check on Sarge while you take off the villain's mask
>Rolled 20 (1d20)
>Rolled 6 (1d6)
*KA-CHING!*
Next update coming on Tuesday.

>>5954038
QM?

>>5957188
Posting from my stupid phone. I dropped a coke on my laptop and I kind of saved it but now it just shuts down on its own whenever it feels like it. I transfered a copy of my notes to my phone so we're good. If I can't stabilize my machine I'll try phoneposting this weekend. Sorry for being a retard.

>Please wait a while before making a post
Really, 4chan? Jesus...

>>5952896
Wish I’d been here sooner. Personally I’d have voted
>Shoot him with the flare gun
to make sure he was dead. Horror tropes would ensure he’d live, but getting caught on fire by a flare should fuck up even a horror movie villain.

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If the QM or players are interested at all interested, I'd like to cordially invite you to to participate in that greatest of /qst/ community events, the official crossover husbando/waifu (or king & queen) contest! Sure, Steohanie has a lpt on her plate surviving this awful night, but the real question is if she can survive... A PAGEANT??

Taking nominees now, and for the next five days.

>>5961634

QM?

>>5964385
I had to get a mouse and keyboard 'cause my touchpad and keys were fried during Cokemageddon, but aside from a few burned pixels my laptop now kinda works. It still shuts down on its own every now and then, but in a less annoying frequency. In any case, I've archived this thread and will be continuing FGQ one of these days. Keep an eye out for Chapter VI. As always, feedback is more than welcome, and if you have any questions you can hit me up on /qtg/. Thanks for sticking around, boils and ghouls!

>>5971393
Looking forward to your return, and sorry to ear about your technical difficulties.