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Cold Streaks • RP Thread

November 20, 2001
9:00 PM
Location: Brisked Bear

It was snowfall again, with green snowflakes radiating the surrounding area. Amidst the fallen debris and wreckage, there were small shacks built by the remaining survivors before they too were taken by "them". Lots upon lots of these creatures are seen, but they all have dispersed and gone out into multiple islands to continue their ever-so-inscrutable goals.

"Hooo... Welp, guess I gotta look for somethin' to eat.." a boy said, his eyes slowly adjusting to the darkness as he woke up from his "bed", made from what seemed to be a pile of concrete bags. He looks down and wears his sandals, putting one foot at a time. Standing up, he walks over to a broken and rusty drawer infested by wood-boring beetles, where opening it reveals a stained grey shirt and a black hoodie, covering what seems to be a bouquet of white flowers and a black bullpup stock.

...

Turning on the flashlight as it makes a clicking sound, the boy trekked the wrecked buildings, still yawning as he looks on.

"Ahh... there's nothin' there, also that.... and that too..." he said, sighing as he continued.

There were so many guts and blood thrown around the city, though it never bothered him given he's used to seeing them on live television ever since the very first invasion. Though he is still disgusted by them given he's looking for food and not some edgy painting made by a serial killer- other rather... serial killers...

"The pizza was good, wish I could find 'nother jackpot like tha-"

A noise broke out of his out-loud monologue, he pulls out a modified P90 from his hip, puts the dial on full-auto, and start to **** the charging handle before letting go, the sound of metal echoing as he approaches the noise. He places his cheek on the stock, his grip unwavering as he trained his sights on whoever's going on to be on the other end of the barrel.

"Ah, shit... Here we go again..."
 
"Also... it's kinda funny that it's my birthday when we... did... So, ermmm- yeah.."
The Waterboarder gives him the bottle of water "Ohhh, well, happy birthday" she said with some surprise as she sat next to him.

"Do you want to go for a cake later?, we should at least do that, right? I have never had one of those" Noah Said and then drink from one of her water bottles
 
The Waterboarder gives him the bottle of water "Ohhh, well, happy birthday" she said with some surprise as she sat next to him.

"Do you want to go for a cake later?, we should at least do that, right? I have never had one of those" Noah Said and then drink from one of her water bottles
"I bet if we ask Eqowir politely, we would get an even better cake..." he suggested, as lay his head on her legs, looking up as he drank his bottle.
 
"You don't plan on threatening her, are you?"
Noah laughed.
"I'm a monster but not like that either, I'm not going to bother her, just tell her with some compliments and words in an attempt that since it's your birthday she gives us a discount, after all, shouldn't that be like something when a customer has a birthday? "
 
Noah laughed.
"I'm a monster but not like that either, I'm not going to bother her, just tell her with some compliments and words in an attempt that since it's your birthday she gives us a discount, after all, shouldn't that be like something when a customer has a birthday? "
"Hey! Remember our first "couple rules"! No saying monster no more! You're my girl now annnddd it's mah birthday, so you gotta follow the rules..." he said, holding her face as he looks at her.

"You already know, I don't need to explain..."
 
"A messenger of god, hm? It's nice to know someone is spreading the word of our glory."
"Quite the opposite... He's threatening to unlock a place, something to do with... you all... And worse, he's killing people under the covenant of 'salvation'... He's past the point of saving them..."
"I feel like a child who is awarded a star for being good " Noah giggling with him
"Of course! You are my sweetheart..."
 
Noah smiled and then continued with another round.
(Not yet, just delete:
Noah and Dene after their act, now finally changed into proper clothes, they both walked straight to Eqowir's shop, Noah was very happy.

"So what flavor do you want the cake?"
this part, leave the continued the another round, I'll cue you in when you should post)
 
"Simply the admiration of my children."
"Look into my mind, and it should be all the proof you need.."

Efrain was always a man of admiration towards the greater good, though he appeared... violent in fighting during his heyday, he was always a man of goodwill.

In his mind, he admired this angel... Could this be the part where he needed rest? The part where he can truly die and let go of his will to this monster to help succeed?

He would do anything to achieve peace, but not through violence anymore... He already had his fill of bloodshed, bloodlust, and hunger for power...

He doesn't want to go back...
(I meant delete the cake part, leave the part where they go for round 2)
 
"Look into my mind, and it should be all the proof you need.."

Efrain was always a man of admiration towards the greater good, though he appeared... violent in fighting during his heyday, he was always a man of goodwill.

In his mind, he admired this angel... Could this be the part where he needed rest? The part where he can truly die and let go of his will to this monster to help succeed?

He would do anything to achieve peace, but not through violence anymore... He already had his fill of bloodshed, bloodlust, and hunger for power...

He doesn't want to go back...

"Mmm..." They stay quiet as they glance into his thoughts. Tears slowly streaming down his face

"Is he okay...?" Caleb asked awkwardly
 
"Mmm..." They stay quiet as they glance into his thoughts. Tears slowly streaming down his face
As they look further into his memories, flashes of people dying are shown. They weren't filled with violence or anger, they were just filled with...

....

regret.

Regret that he couldn't do a single thing, regret that he's powerless, regret that he may not have served his purpose well. As they look further, horrific scenes of death and destruction were present, as if all the world's hatred has piled up next to him, from birth to his senior years.
Unfortunately, that wasn't even the worst. As they reach the last images, the worst of them all shows itself. An image of his own failure, his own living corpse imagined by his very hubris.

He was supposed to die, everyone said so, and he certainly didn't act like a strong man in a weakened body, but there was only one thought he felt. He didn't want to die.

...it was the only thing he could feel when he was confronted with his death.

He was beyond useless and no longer necessary. He was done.

One particular scene was far bigger than the others, and upon looking...

It was morning. The sun shone upon the broken and battered rainforest that was once an oasis, now all torn apart by men turning up arms: guns firing, bullets flying, erecting holes in every tree, house, and... people.

There were piles innumerate of dead humans, corpses littered here and there as the smell of rust, flesh, and blood unfurl throughout the battlefield.

Was the reasoning just pure hatred? The need for resources? All of it that is simply resolved by understanding- resolved by people nodding their heads in unity- all of it gone and defenestrated, burnt into the ground as the blood of loathing and jealousy flood the ever-growing ocean of aversion.

In the thick of it, a man was walking amongst the bodies of his dead comrades, cradling a woman in his arms. He looked at her with sorrow as he desperately calls for help.
He can't reach out to her.

He falls to the ground and cries, barely able to bear his sobs.

The woman can't even offer a look of comfort as she lies in the embrace of her fellow man.

He cries, his soul begins to break... and then... he falls into an all-encompassing state of depression and despair, ceasing all movement until the great fall of time takes him.

The woman opens her eyes, shocked by what she has witnessed. The man's body remained motionless as he lay on the ground, eyes closed, in despair.

"I- it's alright...."

"..."

He said nothing., he knows that she would die. He knows it's quite pointless to struggle, useless to even argue about the likelihood of some... deity bringing her back to life. All he could do is listen.

"Y- you p-promised, right Efrain?

T-that you won't die....

I can't bear the look of my husband being empty-shelled as I pass away..."

In her last efforts, she reached out to him and held on, as her body slowly loses its consciousness.

"...A- at least smile for me, for our children, Efrain...

At least live for me...."

Those words rang like bells as he forced a smile, but instead turned into a grin. A grin of a man trying to make the world a little better, a man simply wanting to protect his family, his lover...

"Eliza..."

He tried to speak more, but his tears did more of the talking. He tried to move and fight his sadness, but it was all too much to bear...

It didn't matter anymore, be it the combined sadness of the most horrific things that he experienced since childhood, the torture, the abuse, or anything that happened to him in the past, it was all but a figment of what he was feeling...

Nothing...

There was nothing in his heart that could fill it up, all except the rain pouring down the corpse of his children and wife...
 
As they look further into his memories, flashes of people dying are shown. They weren't filled with violence or anger, they were just filled with...

....

regret.

Regret that he couldn't do a single thing, regret that he's powerless, regret that he may not have served his purpose well. As they look further, horrific scenes of death and destruction were present, as if all the world's hatred has piled up next to him, from birth to his senior years.
Unfortunately, that wasn't even the worst. As they reach the last images, the worst of them all shows itself. An image of his own failure, his own living corpse imagined by his very hubris.

He was supposed to die, everyone said so, and he certainly didn't act like a strong man in a weakened body, but there was only one thought he felt. He didn't want to die.

...it was the only thing he could feel when he was confronted with his death.

He was beyond useless and no longer necessary. He was done.

One particular scene was far bigger than the others, and upon looking...

It was morning. The sun shone upon the broken and battered rainforest that was once an oasis, now all torn apart by men turning up arms: guns firing, bullets flying, erecting holes in every tree, house, and... people.

There were piles innumerate of dead humans, corpses littered here and there as the smell of rust, flesh, and blood unfurl throughout the battlefield.

Was the reasoning just pure hatred? The need for resources? All of it that is simply resolved by understanding- resolved by people nodding their heads in unity- all of it gone and defenestrated, burnt into the ground as the blood of loathing and jealousy flood the ever-growing ocean of aversion.

In the thick of it, a man was walking amongst the bodies of his dead comrades, cradling a woman in his arms. He looked at her with sorrow as he desperately calls for help.
He can't reach out to her.

He falls to the ground and cries, barely able to bear his sobs.

The woman can't even offer a look of comfort as she lies in the embrace of her fellow man.

He cries, his soul begins to break... and then... he falls into an all-encompassing state of depression and despair, ceasing all movement until the great fall of time takes him.

The woman opens her eyes, shocked by what she has witnessed. The man's body remained motionless as he lay on the ground, eyes closed, in despair.

"I- it's alright...."

"..."

He said nothing., he knows that she would die. He knows it's quite pointless to struggle, useless to even argue about the likelihood of some... deity bringing her back to life. All he could do is listen.

"Y- you p-promised, right Efrain?

T-that you won't die....

I can't bear the look of my husband being empty-shelled as I pass away..."

In her last efforts, she reached out to him and held on, as her body slowly loses its consciousness.

"...A- at least smile for me, for our children, Efrain...

At least live for me...."

Those words rang like bells as he forced a smile, but instead turned into a grin. A grin of a man trying to make the world a little better, a man simply wanting to protect his family, his lover...

"Eliza..."

He tried to speak more, but his tears did more of the talking. He tried to move and fight his sadness, but it was all too much to bear...

It didn't matter anymore, be it the combined sadness of the most horrific things that he experienced since childhood, the torture, the abuse, or anything that happened to him in the past, it was all but a figment of what he was feeling...

Nothing...

There was nothing in his heart that could fill it up, all except the rain pouring down the corpse of his children and wife...
(Damn Efrain's ptsd pack hit different)
 
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