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World of Darkness Choose your own adventure part 3
12 years ago
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I wanted to go see what the hell was going on outside, but there was the small problem of Marjorie sounding like she was getting murdered. I moved to go towards the kitchen, but the Punk stood solidly in my way. I was going to tell him to stow it, but he was faster. The man's greasy hand shoved against me. I don't think a second passed before I reared back and clocked him with the biggest hay-maker I could muster.
My knuckles hurt like a bitch and I knew I'd be regretting it the moment I heard the dull thud of the punk stumbling back and crashing into the table. I didn't even spare a moment to check if he was okay before I jumped over the counter and headed behind to the kitchen. I didn't want to believe that the scream I'd heard came from sweet Marjorie. I wasn't sweet on her like the punk had suggested, but I certainly didn't want any harm to come to her.
"Marge? Marge!"
There she was.
Well, at least she -was- there, judging by the massive blood stain on the floor. What the fuck happened? My eyes followed the trail of blood on the floor, my heart beating faster as I realised there was no -way- she was going to be okay. I'd never seen so much blood in my life...
And I didn't like the way it led to the walk in freezer, of all places.
I was startled by the sound of the rear door, the one that led into the back alley, closing shut in the wind.
Shit, did whoever do this run out while I wasn't looking? What the hell was going on tonight?
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I wanted to go see what the hell was going on outside, but there was the small problem of Marjorie sounding like she was getting murdered. I moved to go towards the kitchen, but the Punk stood solidly in my way. I was going to tell him to stow it, but he was faster. The man's greasy hand shoved against me. I don't think a second passed before I reared back and clocked him with the biggest hay-maker I could muster.
My knuckles hurt like a bitch and I knew I'd be regretting it the moment I heard the dull thud of the punk stumbling back and crashing into the table. I didn't even spare a moment to check if he was okay before I jumped over the counter and headed behind to the kitchen. I didn't want to believe that the scream I'd heard came from sweet Marjorie. I wasn't sweet on her like the punk had suggested, but I certainly didn't want any harm to come to her.
"Marge? Marge!"
There she was.
Well, at least she -was- there, judging by the massive blood stain on the floor. What the fuck happened? My eyes followed the trail of blood on the floor, my heart beating faster as I realised there was no -way- she was going to be okay. I'd never seen so much blood in my life...
And I didn't like the way it led to the walk in freezer, of all places.
I was startled by the sound of the rear door, the one that led into the back alley, closing shut in the wind.
Shit, did whoever do this run out while I wasn't looking? What the hell was going on tonight?
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> The copper barely dodges and the punk stumbles and slips on the blood puddle
if i may proffer such an opinion, aek.
Amongst other actions our friends can make, some of the more obvious ones are
1) Go outside and try to catch who done it
2) investigate freezer
3) return to punk to check on his status
4) Go see what happened near the bookstore.
Already that's twice the amount of options than what people have suggested on the previous two journals.