How I Learned To Stop Worrying And Aim For The Head.
How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Aim for the Head.
This is great, I can't belive I'm just now reading this.
Ooh, spiffy. Three cheers for the power of boredom!
Can't wait for more, this is great.
Day 12 - Evening: The trip to Delkfutt from there was a simple game of See Turned, Kill Turned, Walk more.
Every so often The Runt would take out a horn and give a bellowing call, attracting more of the Turned, as well as calling forth Gigases that had been hiding.
We set up a rudimentary camp in the entrance hallway of Delkfutt's first floor. There's supposed to be some sort of elevator and a certain Gigas leader that holds a set of keys for it. The Runt gave us a large pelt with white scratch-markings on it and told us to deliver it as a peace offering. There were Turned visible throughout the tower but there was enough open space to mostly avoid them.
Alyria sent our ninja, Rumaha, to deliver the offering and come back with a key. For now, Dasva and I set up magical flames to form blockades to burn the Turned; tonight, we rest.
Rather, we would, except for the fact that the Gigas snore awfully loud.
Every so often The Runt would take out a horn and give a bellowing call, attracting more of the Turned, as well as calling forth Gigases that had been hiding.
We set up a rudimentary camp in the entrance hallway of Delkfutt's first floor. There's supposed to be some sort of elevator and a certain Gigas leader that holds a set of keys for it. The Runt gave us a large pelt with white scratch-markings on it and told us to deliver it as a peace offering. There were Turned visible throughout the tower but there was enough open space to mostly avoid them.
Alyria sent our ninja, Rumaha, to deliver the offering and come back with a key. For now, Dasva and I set up magical flames to form blockades to burn the Turned; tonight, we rest.
Rather, we would, except for the fact that the Gigas snore awfully loud.
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Go ninja go ninja go!
Our lives may depend on you~
Our lives may depend on you~
Day 13: The Turned don't have a terribly good sense of balance and they seem to fall down holes rather easily. There are a great many holes in the floor and there were a great many piles of Turned that had fallen down to their... re-death(?) below them.
We saw piles of Turned that had just walked into the railings of upper floors and tipped themselves to falling some thirty feet. I watched three of them explode by doing this. Though I was getting used to these thoughtless, bizarre, once-adventure beings, it was disturbing was watching them fall.
Their limbs kind of separate from the force of the impact and one of them fell face first, causing his entire head to just shatter. I almost lost my stomach, but we were repelling them slowly but surely with the help of the Gigases from the top floor and down. Rumaha was successful enough and so we simply took the elevator up to the top floors.
I recognized some of the Turned, and that's the most disturbing part to it: watching customers and acquaintances and friends with the vacant, blood-hungry look.
There was a Mithra, Eliniel, that I recognized. She had turned and was eating through a pile of her own, unholy brethren; apparently not caring that they were plagued of some sort. I watched her as she chomped away at a limb that had fallen off one of the railing-hoppers.
Dasva taught me my first "Ancient Magic" today; taking her out in one shot made it easier for me to shake off. There was no time for whatever was left of her to feel any sort of pain.
I don't know how I'll be able to live with myself if we find a cure, but all I know is that the only way I can live with myself now is knowing that this is the only way we know to save ourselves: just keep surviving, and killing those that would kill us.
I'm also starting to fear that I'm growing apathetic to the act of killing what were once my friends. I killed Megan, and now Eliniel; how many more would I have to kill to secure this tower? I'm getting kind of tired of this.
Alyria's using her whopping ten words of the day now and telling me to "Stop scribbling, now: it's a waste of time and energy."
'till next time, if there is such a thing.
We saw piles of Turned that had just walked into the railings of upper floors and tipped themselves to falling some thirty feet. I watched three of them explode by doing this. Though I was getting used to these thoughtless, bizarre, once-adventure beings, it was disturbing was watching them fall.
Their limbs kind of separate from the force of the impact and one of them fell face first, causing his entire head to just shatter. I almost lost my stomach, but we were repelling them slowly but surely with the help of the Gigases from the top floor and down. Rumaha was successful enough and so we simply took the elevator up to the top floors.
I recognized some of the Turned, and that's the most disturbing part to it: watching customers and acquaintances and friends with the vacant, blood-hungry look.
There was a Mithra, Eliniel, that I recognized. She had turned and was eating through a pile of her own, unholy brethren; apparently not caring that they were plagued of some sort. I watched her as she chomped away at a limb that had fallen off one of the railing-hoppers.
Dasva taught me my first "Ancient Magic" today; taking her out in one shot made it easier for me to shake off. There was no time for whatever was left of her to feel any sort of pain.
I don't know how I'll be able to live with myself if we find a cure, but all I know is that the only way I can live with myself now is knowing that this is the only way we know to save ourselves: just keep surviving, and killing those that would kill us.
I'm also starting to fear that I'm growing apathetic to the act of killing what were once my friends. I killed Megan, and now Eliniel; how many more would I have to kill to secure this tower? I'm getting kind of tired of this.
Alyria's using her whopping ten words of the day now and telling me to "Stop scribbling, now: it's a waste of time and energy."
'till next time, if there is such a thing.
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y'a know
hopefully no one infected stumbles upon a time traveling maw >.>
hopefully no one infected stumbles upon a time traveling maw >.>
There better be a next time =P
And what silly Turned, why fall in a hole and die when Alyria is much more willing to kill them hehe.
And what silly Turned, why fall in a hole and die when Alyria is much more willing to kill them hehe.
YES I'M A ZOMBIE
Thanks Sect :D
Still loving the story :P but you know that. Keep it up!
Thanks Sect :D
Still loving the story :P but you know that. Keep it up!
Fenrir.Stiklelf said:
There better be a next time =P
And what silly Turned, why fall in a hole and die when Alyria is much more willing to kill them hehe.
And what silly Turned, why fall in a hole and die when Alyria is much more willing to kill them hehe.
XD
Btw I'm really not THAT mean, especially to sect lol
I wonder what Rumaha is up to since I sent him out to get the key lol
Day 14: Delkfutt's tower has been secured almost too easily. Alyria is growing bored and looking for more Turned and spends her days scouring Qufim Island for more. She says that in three days we're going to split up; half of us are going to resecure Port Jeuno, which we assume has been overridden again as half of us continue to comb Qufim and keep it clean.
I have been learning much from the Gigases. Every morning more and more of them flock onto the shore; The Runt tells me that when this problem started they sent ships to the North to alert the Iceland Gigases. Everyday I begin to think more and more that our simpler, giant friends were much more practical in how they handled this situation.
The Gigases bring wood from Altana-knows-where and have begun to fortify the front. We treat each other with a sort of mild, silent understanding. Rumaha, Stikle, and Dasva have taken to fishing with the Gigas when we have eradicated any Turned that have shown up.
There is one other person in our Special Op's Unit that I've had no real cause to mention; an elfaan samurai named Caiyuo. We've taken to trying to prepare Delkfutt for livability, as well as figure out if there's some sort of control system that works all those cermet doors we keep finding. We keep trying to occupy ourselves. Whenever I have time to think, I find myself thinking back to killing Meg.
I'm sure that Caiyuo has his own reasons, because he's been antsy as well. Tomorrow, we'll be setting up Meg's alchemy set.
I have been learning much from the Gigases. Every morning more and more of them flock onto the shore; The Runt tells me that when this problem started they sent ships to the North to alert the Iceland Gigases. Everyday I begin to think more and more that our simpler, giant friends were much more practical in how they handled this situation.
The Gigases bring wood from Altana-knows-where and have begun to fortify the front. We treat each other with a sort of mild, silent understanding. Rumaha, Stikle, and Dasva have taken to fishing with the Gigas when we have eradicated any Turned that have shown up.
There is one other person in our Special Op's Unit that I've had no real cause to mention; an elfaan samurai named Caiyuo. We've taken to trying to prepare Delkfutt for livability, as well as figure out if there's some sort of control system that works all those cermet doors we keep finding. We keep trying to occupy ourselves. Whenever I have time to think, I find myself thinking back to killing Meg.
I'm sure that Caiyuo has his own reasons, because he's been antsy as well. Tomorrow, we'll be setting up Meg's alchemy set.
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im screwed, should have done some drawings for academy project but i got lost reading this. and now 4.30 am <.< guess i'll draw waiting for more story :O gigas are actually good! who knows that!
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Midgardsormr.Sectumsempra said:
an elvaan man named Caiyou.
I'm sure that Caiyou has his own reasons, because he's been antsy as well.
I'm sure that Caiyou has his own reasons, because he's been antsy as well.
No you did. You really, really did. Son I am disappoint.
? Oh and if you didn't take so GOD AWFUL LONG to reply I'd have been able to talk about you being a samurai and such >_>
DO I SENSE A LITTLE ATTITUDE? Forgive me for being uppity, you've only committed the greatest sin against me known to man, elf and elfaan; no big thang.
-.- I'll fix it, I had a 12 hour schoolday with no coffee breaks in there @.@
Seraph.Caiyuo said:
Midgardsormr.Sectumsempra said:
an elvaan man named Caiyou.
I'm sure that Caiyou has his own reasons, because he's been antsy as well.
I'm sure that Caiyou has his own reasons, because he's been antsy as well.
No you did. You really, really did. Son I am disappoint.
Don't worry you're not alone. There's no C in my name XD
Let's be obsessive fans to the point of making Sectum so cool that he ends up hating all of us and this project just because he can, Stik. "HE'S GLARING AT ME" will be the joyous cry of many a fan-elf.
<3 You had a big day! And you still managed to write more and slip me in, albeit in an incredibly rage-quit kind of way; I'm very proud. (keep up the good work! /armpunch)
Midgardsormr.Sectumsempra said:
-.- I'll fix it, I had a 12 hour schoolday with no coffee breaks in there @.@
Day 15: I keep having nightmares about being ambushed by a Turned and losing myself to this plague. I woke up during the night to find Alyria glaring at me.
"Stop whimpering, or I'll cut your throat and stop it for you," she whispered, before promptly going back to sleep.
Personally, I think she liked the kabobs I made last night too much to do that, though she'll never admit to that. She talks tough, and she definitely fights tough, but I think she has to admit that I'm moderately useful, and that puts me yalms ahead of our Turned companions.
It was a slow day. Dasva decided that I didn't run properly, so she spent the day chasing me and lighting my shoes on fire if I didn't run fast enough.
I believe I shall have a fear of tarus soon.
"Stop whimpering, or I'll cut your throat and stop it for you," she whispered, before promptly going back to sleep.
Personally, I think she liked the kabobs I made last night too much to do that, though she'll never admit to that. She talks tough, and she definitely fights tough, but I think she has to admit that I'm moderately useful, and that puts me yalms ahead of our Turned companions.
It was a slow day. Dasva decided that I didn't run properly, so she spent the day chasing me and lighting my shoes on fire if I didn't run fast enough.
I believe I shall have a fear of tarus soon.
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{Tarutaru} {fear} {You can have this.}
great story so far!
great story so far!
Just got home, wrote a few bits in school.
Day 16 - Noon:
We're even less alone than we thought.
Demons landed on the coast today and began battling with the Gigases. Rumaha reported this over an impromptu breakfast this morning. On her orders, he took Alyria to where he had been watching it all as Cai, Stikle, and The Runt began organizing and informing the other Gigases that had taken to the Tower as their home. Dasva and I had been giving the odd task of magically sealing a room with an anti-warp spell.
Magical seals are hard to prepare, but Dasva made sure I didn't *** it up. She only had to threaten biting my ankles off once.
Alyria and Rumaha came back with an unconscious Marquis Demon. The Marquis was bleeding to death due to a particularly large bullet that Alyria sent through his shoulder. She had Dasva and I escort her to the room we sealed off.
After she had me heal him back to consciousness, Alyria had me leave the room and kept Dasva. Judging on the gunshots, shrieks, and maniacal laughing of a taru, the Marquis was being tortured to his breaking point. Two hours after we first brought him in we heard one loud boom and Alyria walked out, flicking bits of demon brain off of her clothes. Dasva looked incredibly dissapointed.
Those two females scare the hell out of me.
She stepped out of the room and explain that the demons were there to wipe out the Gigases due to their resistance to this plague and therefore the only real threat left to the Demons. She was unable to find out anything about the nature of the plague.
We didn't need to be told how we'd spend the rest of the day; we simply suited up and got ready to fight demons.
I imagine that it'll be easier to kill the demons, at least from an emotional standpoint. They don't share our faces, or the faces of those that were once our friends.
One thing is for certain, though: Alyria looks absolutely thrilled with this change of pace.
We're even less alone than we thought.
Demons landed on the coast today and began battling with the Gigases. Rumaha reported this over an impromptu breakfast this morning. On her orders, he took Alyria to where he had been watching it all as Cai, Stikle, and The Runt began organizing and informing the other Gigases that had taken to the Tower as their home. Dasva and I had been giving the odd task of magically sealing a room with an anti-warp spell.
Magical seals are hard to prepare, but Dasva made sure I didn't *** it up. She only had to threaten biting my ankles off once.
Alyria and Rumaha came back with an unconscious Marquis Demon. The Marquis was bleeding to death due to a particularly large bullet that Alyria sent through his shoulder. She had Dasva and I escort her to the room we sealed off.
After she had me heal him back to consciousness, Alyria had me leave the room and kept Dasva. Judging on the gunshots, shrieks, and maniacal laughing of a taru, the Marquis was being tortured to his breaking point. Two hours after we first brought him in we heard one loud boom and Alyria walked out, flicking bits of demon brain off of her clothes. Dasva looked incredibly dissapointed.
Those two females scare the hell out of me.
She stepped out of the room and explain that the demons were there to wipe out the Gigases due to their resistance to this plague and therefore the only real threat left to the Demons. She was unable to find out anything about the nature of the plague.
We didn't need to be told how we'd spend the rest of the day; we simply suited up and got ready to fight demons.
I imagine that it'll be easier to kill the demons, at least from an emotional standpoint. They don't share our faces, or the faces of those that were once our friends.
One thing is for certain, though: Alyria looks absolutely thrilled with this change of pace.
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YES!!!! That is awesome!
Day 17:
Cai slices demons in an almost artistic and serene matter, but the kill of the day by far goes to the crab and flying turkey duo: there is something hysterically wrong about watching a crab trip a demon and then jump on his chest over and over as a flying turkey begins to bite it to death.
I have lost count of how many guns Alyria has, or where she keeps all of them. As the Gigases and ourselves began to win, she ordered me to take The Runt and go kill the worms by the pond for enough ore to make some more bullets.
I know she's doing this 'cause she thinks I'm weak and hates me for it but I really don't think I can care at this point: I've killed too many things that were once people and too many things that aren't anywhere near people in the last twenty days to think about it too much. I don't know if I'll be able to live with myself like this.
I can only hope that this will end soon, but I'm really starting to doubt it.
Day 18 - Morning: The Demons retreated during the night.
Strategically, that was a horrible mistake of their's; the Gigases demolished them with their massive battleships.
Cai and I are staying at the Tower, now quasi-fortfieid, and I'm tending to wounded Gigases while the others go out and resecure Port Jeuno. We'll be setting up the alchemy set later and preparing some accommodations for the others that will take shelter here. Cai and I both have a bit of background in woodworking, so I guess we can make a few beds and benches with what the Gigases had leftover.
I think these little side projects, these last grasps to emulate society, are what keep me going. I keep thinking back to when everything around my life smelled like ginger cookies and mithkabobs. Now the smells are blood and Gigas.
I may like them on our side, but by Altana, please let them discover bathing soon. At least every day or two Dasva and I go out to light a flare into the pond to make it into a temporary hot spring to bathe in; why can't they jump in the ocean?
Day 18 - Night: God damn, I want a marron glace and a nice Yag Drink. When this crap ends, Cai said he'd introduce me to my first hard drink.
Despite how much she hates me, I cannot deny that I feel a bit uneasy without Alryia. Also, I thought the lack of female Tarus threatening to light my heels on fire would be pleasent; it's really not.
It's quiet, and something doesn't feel quite right.
Cai slices demons in an almost artistic and serene matter, but the kill of the day by far goes to the crab and flying turkey duo: there is something hysterically wrong about watching a crab trip a demon and then jump on his chest over and over as a flying turkey begins to bite it to death.
I have lost count of how many guns Alyria has, or where she keeps all of them. As the Gigases and ourselves began to win, she ordered me to take The Runt and go kill the worms by the pond for enough ore to make some more bullets.
I know she's doing this 'cause she thinks I'm weak and hates me for it but I really don't think I can care at this point: I've killed too many things that were once people and too many things that aren't anywhere near people in the last twenty days to think about it too much. I don't know if I'll be able to live with myself like this.
I can only hope that this will end soon, but I'm really starting to doubt it.
Day 18 - Morning: The Demons retreated during the night.
Strategically, that was a horrible mistake of their's; the Gigases demolished them with their massive battleships.
Cai and I are staying at the Tower, now quasi-fortfieid, and I'm tending to wounded Gigases while the others go out and resecure Port Jeuno. We'll be setting up the alchemy set later and preparing some accommodations for the others that will take shelter here. Cai and I both have a bit of background in woodworking, so I guess we can make a few beds and benches with what the Gigases had leftover.
I think these little side projects, these last grasps to emulate society, are what keep me going. I keep thinking back to when everything around my life smelled like ginger cookies and mithkabobs. Now the smells are blood and Gigas.
I may like them on our side, but by Altana, please let them discover bathing soon. At least every day or two Dasva and I go out to light a flare into the pond to make it into a temporary hot spring to bathe in; why can't they jump in the ocean?
Day 18 - Night: God damn, I want a marron glace and a nice Yag Drink. When this crap ends, Cai said he'd introduce me to my first hard drink.
Despite how much she hates me, I cannot deny that I feel a bit uneasy without Alryia. Also, I thought the lack of female Tarus threatening to light my heels on fire would be pleasent; it's really not.
It's quiet, and something doesn't feel quite right.
Aw, you even researched crafting skills. So thorough! lol Infinite approval of this badass persona. *'3'
I wish i had the patients to read all of your story. Skimming through it, it looks great.
PS: Love the thread title gives me a zombieland and dr stranglove illegitimate love child vibe.
PS: Love the thread title gives me a zombieland and dr stranglove illegitimate love child vibe.
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