Your Cross to Bear

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September 24th, 2010, 6:02 am #1

(Imraan Al-Hariq continued from Wants and Needs)

"Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven."

Imraan wished he'd brought along a bible. It might have helped. But of course, he was never one of those "carry a bible around" sort of Christian. All he had was a day planner with some supposedly inspirational quotes, and he didn't feel like those cliched sentences were profound enough given the situation. So he just had his memory to fall back on, and since it wasn't like he had the whole Bible memorized, he was stuck with the most famous passages for now.

"Blessed are they who mourn, for they will be comforted."


He was at a place of mourning, all right. This was a place of death. There were bloodstains on the ground, leading to the cliff's edge along a trail of trampled grass. It wouldn't have taken David Caruso long to figure out what had happened here. Imraan wondered who the victim had been, but looking over the edge only afforded him a view of the rocky seas and a sudden sense of vertigo. Had they been someone from the last announcement, or had this happened today? The blood looked pretty fresh to Imraan, but what did he know? He was no David Caruso, and this wasn't CSI: Murder Island. The sea could have told him, but it just stared back indifferently. The sea wasn't talking.

He crouched down at the edge of the cliff and whispered a prayer for whoever was lying beneath the waves below, but the words felt phony on his lips, given that he didn't know who he was praying for. Imraan said it anyway. If nothing else, maybe it'd make him feel better. Help him figure out where to go from here.

"Blessed are the meek, for they shall inherit the earth."

The earth, maybe. This island? No way.

He hoped that Edward Belmont was making out OK. Edward had turned back to the other kids at the truck on the road, and Imraan had hoped to meet him going southward, but in that freaking forest of stumps he'd gotten turned around and ended up going in the wrong direction. And he hadn't even figured that out until it was nearly night, and by then any hope of finding Edward or anyone else who was thinking clearly out of the group was long gone.

So he'd spent an uncomfortable night in one of few clusters of trees still standing in the area, dozing on and off and being woken up, coughing and shivering, by the morning announcements.

And after they were through, he was briefly glad that he wasn't around Edward or anybody else.

"Blessed are they who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they shall be satisfied."

The class had given in, all right. Nineteen deaths.

Dallas Reynolds. Chris Davidson. Reika Ishida. Brent Shanahan. NINETEEN DEATHS.

Clio. GODSpeed member. A killer twice over.

Rob. Rob Jenkins had killed someone. Paige Strand, of all people. Had to be a mistake, or an accident, or someone. Rob had his temper, but he was not a murderer. And that son of a bitch had called Rob a Nazi. He was NOT a goddamn Nazi.

And Tony Russo was dead. The Bayview Senior Basketball team was officially done.

After he'd heard the announcement, Imraan had sat there for who knows how long, trying to control himself. His hands clenched and unclenched themselves, and finally he'd just grabbed a nearby stick and beaten it against the trees, cursing, throwing a tantrum and not caring one bit.

He'd hungered and thirsted for righteousness, all right. But he wanted more than just righteousness. After hearing the announcement, he wanted revenge.

What was the next one, again? Oh, right.

"Blessed are the merciful, for they shall see mercy."

Merciful. Mercy.

Those revenge thoughts were all natural, of course. Heck, they were more than natural, they were expected. Just as long as he stayed in control, just as long as he remembered stuff like that, he'd be fine.

Imraan had told himself that over and over again as he arrived at the most northern part of the island, and now, remembering the bloodstains on the ground and the body at the bottom of the cliffs, he repeated it again for good measure. He had a job to do here, several jobs to do actually, and he needed to do them to the best of his ability. He needed to do the right things. That meant following through on his idea to get a signal out, and then find as many people as he could. Not think about revenge. Not lose his cool.

He had chosen his path. He had CHOSEN his path, and he would stay on it. And as long as he did that, he would do well. No matter what happened at the end.

"Blessed are the pure of heart, for they shall see God."

Before he started with the logs, Imraan searched through his pack and found a black marker. He uncapped it and drew two crosses, on on the back of each hand. Just as a reminder. Then he turned back to the edge of the forest and grabbed a suitable log, dragging it into the clearing.

"Blessed are the peacemakers, for they shall be called children of God."

The work would be slow, but he'd get it done. It might lead to nothing. After all, making a big SOS sign out of logs and hoping for rescue might not be the most proactive plan out there, but it was all he could think of. And it was better than nothing. Even if no planes came by, even if no one saw it, it was a sign that he had NOT given in, that he would not give in to his baser instincts. He would make this thing, with or without help, and then he'd move again, trying to find people. Who knows, maybe Edward had managed to keep that group together and was getting a signal out right at this moment? Imraan would look for him, just like he'd look for the rest of GODSpeed, and the team, and Kaitlin, and his other classmates. And Jessie.

"Blessed are they who are persecuted for the sake of righteousness, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven."

And Rob. And even Clio. He would NOT fail them. Even if they had given in. Even if they had killed, he would keep his faith, he would NOT stoop to that level, even if it meant his death.

He dropped the first log, then went back and grabbed a second one, glad to have something to do, to put his energy towards something other than smashing the heck out of trucks and trees. The anger was natural. The anger was expected. He just needed to keep himself together.
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G058: Kaitlyn Greene aka Katy Buried - Horse Tranquilizer and Syringe
She Knew She'd Found Freedom - Questions - Fools - Barons - Opportunities - Sideshows - Dawns - Gulches

v5!
G038: Deanna Hull - Replica Freddy Glove - DECEASED
From Sea to Sky -Smoke--Sun--Tiki--Nine--Repeat--Talk--Now--Drift--Hunger--Valley--Fall--Rust--Paper--Heart--Sky-
B023: Jesse Jennings - Riz Action Figure - DECEASED
From Vision to Glory -Vision--Summon--Time--Plan--Length--Sleep--Cause-

v4!
B006: Ricky Fortino - Trowel - DECEASED
B022: Imraan Al-Hariq - Remington 870 - DECEASED
G036: Carly Jean Dooley - VASE D: - DECEASED
G077: Andrea Raymer - Gunpowder - ?????
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September 26th, 2010, 11:51 am #2

((Cody Jenkins continued from The Only Way Is Up))

"They won't come, you know."

Cody stood appraisingly, perhaps a bit insolently, trying to break the news in a manner that didn't earn him a punch in the face - or would earn him one if he weren't draping a fire axe in a dangerously nonchalant manner over his shoulder. But the message wouldn't spread itself. A message that perhaps brought not hope, but peace. There is a freedom, they say, in being completely screwed, because you know things can't get any worse. Cody Jenkins had done a lot of thinking, abnormally much even for him. And if that knowledge could help someone out, so much the better.

The truth will set you free.

"Spelling out SOS, or even SU (as the logs currently read) won't make them come. Because they're the ones who put us here in the first place."

It was something people didn't take to easily. The truth hurts, as they say. And sometimes things got nasty. He wasn't argumentative by nature, but to make people see, show them how the government was covering everything up, even covering everything up by not covering it up because that's what they needed to accomplish, he needed to stand up to criticism. But Imraan was a member of GODSpeed, maybe he would be prepared already to accept his fate.

Part of him wanted to grasp at straws, to try to escape it all. And that was natural, of course. He didn't want to die, not by a long shot. But sometimes you needed to do things you didn't want to do. All the same, maybe he could put out the olive branch, try to foster meaningful discourse, let that hopeful survivalist have one last laugh...

"Look, I know you probably don't want to hear it, but I think people need to know. Heck, I'll help you move the logs if you want, but the government isn't coming to get us."

But a man can dream, no?
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G065 KK Konipaski - "I killed a girl today. I think. And I didn't make a lot of friends with it. You don't bleed that much and walk away, I know that."
Skidded to a halt in the Central Park with the Basket-Hilted Rapier, Swordbreaker, Butterfly Knife, Stinger.
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21

B060 Matthew Young - "What brings you to the beach on this crappy day?"
Taking a sand nap in the Eastern Inlet with the iPod from Heck
1 2 3 4

G075 Tessa Blackridge - "Oh. ...I left quite a mess, didn't I?"
Staring down the cold hand of Death in the Bike Trails with the Pepper Spray
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B055 Nick Reid - "Put that thing down, and neither of us have to die."
Troubled no more in the Mountains with the Molotov (x1), Estoc, Jutte

G090 Kari Nichols - "please..."
Sleeping forever in the Logging Road with the Nothing

B088 Cody Jenkins - "They won't come, you know."
Decomposing in the Northern Cliffs with the Middle Finger (x1)
NO. THERE IS NO MORE TIME, EVEN FOR CAKE. FOR YOU, THE CAKE IS OVER. YOU HAVE REACHED THE END OF CAKE.

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September 26th, 2010, 10:05 pm #3

((Janet Claymont continued from The Right Thing...))

Janet's mood had turned negative in all ways possible after she left the Gazebo. During her trek across the island, she figured out why the hell she was actually here, and what this was all about. She spent a good part of her day cursing herself for being so naive that she almost went a full day without realizing that she was in a total war zone! This anger turned to curiosity mixed with dread when the announcement had come on the loudspeakers. Nineteen of her classmates were dead. "No way..." thought Janet. In the amount of time it had taken her to even get her bearings and figure out what was even going on, nineteen people had been killed! Fear set in as the names were listed off, but she was relieved to hear that Chadd was not on that list of the dead. She desperately hoped that he was okay.

After that, Janet just kept moving forward, not wanting to stop for any reason. She didn't even stop to check what was in her pack, marked G011, that had been placed near her when she woke up. She really had no idea what it was for, but she continued to carry it anyway.

When she finally hit her physical limit, Janet reached the northern cliffs. Slowly treading along, she saw two people in the distance. Upon approaching, she began to overhear what they were saying.

"Spelling out SOS, or even SU won't make them come. Because they're the ones who put us here in the first place." She heard one of them say, but what what did he mean by that? Who were "they"?

"Look, I know you probably don't want to hear it, but I think people need to know. Heck, I'll help you move the logs if you want, but the government isn't coming to get us."

The government? They had something to do with this? Now Janet really needed to know. She decided to ask the two of them. She stepped closer to where the two of them were, and spoke to make herself known.

"Wait, what do you mean? Are you saying that the government has something to do with this?"
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Anna Strickland- That chick with the glasses who lives in the library.
Shannon Niast- That one popular girl with the dark secret.
Skyler Jenigy- That guy who holds the weekly bible study.
Brock Vilhauler- That guy who has the most shameful part time job.

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September 27th, 2010, 2:09 am #4

(David Meramac continued from Bump in the Night)

David Meramac did not stop to rest; he collapsed.

He had run, barely stopping to drink water; he had run until his vision had gone hazy around the edges, until he had slowed from a trot to a jog, from a jog to a walk, and from a walk to a crawl. He had kept moving, one foot in front o the other, lips trembling, eyes burning. People were fighting and dying--as he'd passed near the church, he'd heard an explosion, he'd heard yelling elsewhere, heard gunshots.

He was trying very hard not to think, but Alan Rickhall kept coming to him; mad Rickhall, babbling that he would pray for David.

Finally, late into the night, David's muscles gave out on him. Finally, late into the night, David collapsed against a convenient tree with no thought to his own safety and plunged into merciful oblivion--an oblivion that lasted right up until 6 a.m.

He had decided that he would never ever forget the voice of Danya--that it had become impossible. The sight of blood flying from teachers he'd known for four years had been emblazoned in his mind; Danya and killing had become permanently intertwined in his mind.

"Kids, I have to say that I'm truly impressed with your first day showing."

The names came, one after another--names of murderers and their victims, names of those who'd died by their own hand and those who'd died for their own carelessness.

Deaths. Nineteen deaths.

David rose shakily to his feet, staggering away as Danya spoke, trying not think. He couldn't believe that names he recognized--peopled he knew--were no longer counted among the living. His schoolmates. People who he'd seen, knowingly or unknowingly, for years.

It was a tremendous effort to move; his legs burned, as did his throat, and without thinking he reached into his bag and pulled a long swig of water. The dull throbbing echoes of his foolish exertions chained him in place, stopped him from running farther.

He didn't want to die. And he especially didn't want to think about dying.

The Announcements fell silent, and dawn began to break. He went a little farther, focusing on his pain and trying not to think of those he knew, to picture the faces of the deceased. Trying, above all else, not to imagine the piercing blows of gunshots, the edges of blades, the scorching heat of explosions raking at his skin...

Trudging dully, he stumbled upon three people. He recognized two of them--Imraan, massive as he was, was pretty hard not to know, and he and Janet had crossed paths once or twice. Imraan was standing near some fallen logs, the significance of which David didn't immediately understand.

"Hey," David said dully, his fear momentarily diluted by his sheer physical weariness.
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V6 Players

Tara Behzad: "They don't get to decide how I die."

Lizzie Luz: "I don't want to go."

Alex Tarquin: "No more masks."
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G053 Karen Idel, DECEASED: Game over.

B040 Tyler Lucas, DECEASED: I had fun. You?

B046 Xavier Contel, DECEASED : "G-gotta...trust people, Arthur. G-g-gotta try. C-can't be afraid."
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B054 Raidon Naoko (DECEASED): "Dying like this isn't so bad..."

B072 Simon Grey (DECEASED): "I never was a hero, but, God help me, I tried."

B079 David Meramac (DECEASED): "Running towards nothing. Running from nothing."

G072 Mirabelle Nesa (DECEASED): "I'm a weak little girl who couldn't save anyone, even myself, but god damn it I beat you and god damn it you are going to remember that because I am Mirabelle Nesa and I am a hardened goddamn warrior and I am not going to fucking give up now!"
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September 30th, 2010, 9:56 am #5

"Huh?"

Imraan set the log he'd been dragging down on the ground, and looked up. He was breathing hard, sweating, and hadn't noticed that Cody Jenkins had arrived. And then Cody had decided to tell him how useless his project was.

Sure, Imraan welcomed the arrival of Cody Jenkins to the area. Notsomuch because he was really hoping to run into Cody Jenkins of all people here, he barely knew the guy, but just because he figured he had to be happy about meeting anyone who wasn't, well who wasn't going to try to kill him. But that didn't mean he had to appreciate the guy's comments on the situation at hand. The guy didn't have to be an optimist about this whole thing, but just what good was he doing by spouting off stupid stuff like that? What, was he supposed to just sit around and wait to die? Or even better, decide that hey, there's no hope here, might as well go kill people? That was EXACTLY the kind of mindset that lead to nineteen classmates dead!

Imraan was about to reply, but held it when Janet Claymont arrived on the scene. Janet was a cheerleader, and while they weren't exactly friends he liked her well enough. She asked about Chad's conspiracy theory. Great, all he needed was for everyone to start thinking that way and going further down this rabbit hole.

"Hey Janet. Uh.. well he is, I guess. I'm just trying to make a signal here."

An awkward moment of silence passed, before Imraan shook his head and sat down on one of the logs. He'd forgotten what he was originally going to say to Cody, but he had to say something.

"Cody."

He wiped his face with his shirt, buying a couple more seconds to pick his words.

"Honestly, maybe you're right. I don't even know enough about this whole thing to say if you're being crazy or not. But I mean, so what? I'm trying to be proactive here, I'm trying to do something. If you wanna help, that's great, and I think all our chances to survive are better as a group. You don't wanna help, well, that's your choice."

A shout indicated the arrival of another. Imraan was drawing a blank on his last name, but he recognized it as David, a guy who played baseball and maybe a couple other sports for the school. The guy was looking exhausted. Either he'd just crossed half the island to get here... or he'd seen something bad and it was shock masquerading as fatigue. Imraan waved him over.

"Hey. You uh, you wanna sit down?"
v6!
G058: Kaitlyn Greene aka Katy Buried - Horse Tranquilizer and Syringe
She Knew She'd Found Freedom - Questions - Fools - Barons - Opportunities - Sideshows - Dawns - Gulches

v5!
G038: Deanna Hull - Replica Freddy Glove - DECEASED
From Sea to Sky -Smoke--Sun--Tiki--Nine--Repeat--Talk--Now--Drift--Hunger--Valley--Fall--Rust--Paper--Heart--Sky-
B023: Jesse Jennings - Riz Action Figure - DECEASED
From Vision to Glory -Vision--Summon--Time--Plan--Length--Sleep--Cause-

v4!
B006: Ricky Fortino - Trowel - DECEASED
B022: Imraan Al-Hariq - Remington 870 - DECEASED
G036: Carly Jean Dooley - VASE D: - DECEASED
G077: Andrea Raymer - Gunpowder - ?????
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October 9th, 2010, 6:22 am #6

(( Sorry for breaking post order, but I need to avoid inactivity.))

Before any further explanation happened, Imraan (She thought? She really couldn't remember.) Replied to her earlier question.

"Hey Janet. Uh.. well he is, I guess. I'm just trying to make a signal here."

"A signal?" She asked, "Would that even work? Do you think anyone would find this place? I mean, could we be that lucky?" I seemed pretty pointless to Janet at this point, but she was still getting used to this whole thing anyway, so maybe this was how others were dealing with it too. Maybe Imraan (once again, guessing here.) was correct and this would save everyone; well everyone who was still living, that is. Either way, he seemed to be talking to Cody now. It turned out that the other guy was the one who had said that this was the fault of the government.

Before she could delve any further into this, she heard the sound of someone collapse near her followed by a weak greeting.

This new boy who had arrived had a name that Janet had an easier time remembering. If here memory was correct, his name was David. She had seen him once or twice, but she couldn't remember anything notable. "Hi. Are you okay? You seem pretty exhausted." was the first thing she thought to say.
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V5 Ideas

Anna Strickland- That chick with the glasses who lives in the library.
Shannon Niast- That one popular girl with the dark secret.
Skyler Jenigy- That guy who holds the weekly bible study.
Brock Vilhauler- That guy who has the most shameful part time job.

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October 11th, 2010, 5:02 am #7

(Similarly avoiding inactivity)

"Sit," David repeated dully. He stared at Imraan for a moment and then turned his gaze back towards Janet. "Fine," he said. "I'm fine. I just..." He trailed off and, sighing, sunk onto the ground. "Tired," he managed. He arranged himself carefully so as not to disturb Imraan's logs (the significance of which he had still failed to grasp). "That's all."

He crossed his legs and looked around him blankly. "I...sorry," he said softly. "I just don't...I don't want to be alone." That was all; he closed his eyes and his head sunk forwards a little.

These people might be dangerous, but David was beyond caring. Half in a daze, he pulled his bottle of water to his lips and took another sip.
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V6 Players

Tara Behzad: "They don't get to decide how I die."

Lizzie Luz: "I don't want to go."

Alex Tarquin: "No more masks."
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G053 Karen Idel, DECEASED: Game over.

B040 Tyler Lucas, DECEASED: I had fun. You?

B046 Xavier Contel, DECEASED : "G-gotta...trust people, Arthur. G-g-gotta try. C-can't be afraid."
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B054 Raidon Naoko (DECEASED): "Dying like this isn't so bad..."

B072 Simon Grey (DECEASED): "I never was a hero, but, God help me, I tried."

B079 David Meramac (DECEASED): "Running towards nothing. Running from nothing."

G072 Mirabelle Nesa (DECEASED): "I'm a weak little girl who couldn't save anyone, even myself, but god damn it I beat you and god damn it you are going to remember that because I am Mirabelle Nesa and I am a hardened goddamn warrior and I am not going to fucking give up now!"
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October 14th, 2010, 9:33 am #8

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No, they won't come. But a man can dream. The truth won't set you free here. Nothing will set anyone free. Ignorance is bliss.

The truth won't set you free.

No, the revelation will drive you mad.


He shifted uneasily. People would only want to hear what they wanted to hear. Simple to think or to say, but not to truly realize. Maybe Imraan and the rest had already consigned themselves and just wanted some peace of mind. He had no business disturbing that...

"No, you're right, I think we should try something anyway. Just in case (some sympathetic Pacific Islander comes along or a Japanese trawler or heck I dunno, some Icelandic Codfisher...) there is someone out there after all."

Feeling reconciliation and just a little sheepish (although he had just as much right to be wrong as they did), he stepped forward, bag and axe in either hand. He threw both of them down - the axe to head off any uneasiness about aggression, and the bag to extend a hand (or bottle) of friendship: he quickly unzipped it and produced a bottle of water, which he tossed towards David.

"Don't worry, we can get more. I can drag a few logs if you want to rest and help him out, Imraan."

He was probably acting almost suspiciously friendly now, but he didn't care. It was just another thing to think about as he moved to create their futile signal. How silly people could be, thinking they want what they need but really wanting to not want what they needed to want...

Time passed. The signal was, when all was said and done, something they could be proud of. Fruit of their own hands, embellished and smoothed with bits of this and that cut to size with the axe, a rebellion against The Man, and a hope against hope of a safe resolution. They could even, after a successful poll for a lighter owner, create a fire to keep their spirits up. It wasn't quite a bonfire on the beach, but gazing into the friendly glow, listening to the waves crash below, maybe there was more to this SotF thing than crying and dying...

A routine burst of static crackled out from speakers hidden who knows where; they'd now survived two full days, but there was a growing list of those who hadn't.
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G065 KK Konipaski - "I killed a girl today. I think. And I didn't make a lot of friends with it. You don't bleed that much and walk away, I know that."
Skidded to a halt in the Central Park with the Basket-Hilted Rapier, Swordbreaker, Butterfly Knife, Stinger.
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21

B060 Matthew Young - "What brings you to the beach on this crappy day?"
Taking a sand nap in the Eastern Inlet with the iPod from Heck
1 2 3 4

G075 Tessa Blackridge - "Oh. ...I left quite a mess, didn't I?"
Staring down the cold hand of Death in the Bike Trails with the Pepper Spray
1 2
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B055 Nick Reid - "Put that thing down, and neither of us have to die."
Troubled no more in the Mountains with the Molotov (x1), Estoc, Jutte

G090 Kari Nichols - "please..."
Sleeping forever in the Logging Road with the Nothing

B088 Cody Jenkins - "They won't come, you know."
Decomposing in the Northern Cliffs with the Middle Finger (x1)
NO. THERE IS NO MORE TIME, EVEN FOR CAKE. FOR YOU, THE CAKE IS OVER. YOU HAVE REACHED THE END OF CAKE.

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October 16th, 2010, 4:53 am #9

(Daniel continued from Take Eat)

Daniel had lost them. He felt stupid, but he had lost Maddy and the other girl. He had given chase, but found himself lost in the forest. Defeated, he had sluggishly made his way up to the northern cliffs of the island, hoping to find a better view. When instead he saw a group of students gathered around, he felt lucky. At the same time though, alarmed. More students were dead. They're were people actually playing the game. It was enough to make him sick.

He listened to the conversation from behind several trees and nodded his head. These students weren't playing, hell, they were doing the exact opposite. Daniel could feel some tears come to his eyes, but he quickly wiped them away with the back of his hand. Keeping his gun at his belt, Daniel approached the group and merely waved his hand.

"Hey..." He managed to choke out, in pure simple relief.
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October 16th, 2010, 9:51 am #10

((Maxwell Lombardi continued from Walk The Line))

It had been several hours since his brutal dispatching of Vera, and Maxwell was already beginning to get tired of it all.

Not of the killing of course, that was the fun part. It was the bits in between as he travelled from place to place that bored him senseless. Hours upon hours of nothing but walking in an unspecified direction, occasionally checking the map ever so often to make sure he wasn't accidentally walking into a dangerzone or something. It'd be unfathomably annoying if after narrowly avoiding death several times in one day for him to in such an anticlimactic fashion.

Still, as the evening wore on into night it soon became evident that he'd have to find somewhere to sleep for the night. Preferably somewhere indoors, with a comfortable bed. Resting out in the open made him a huge target, not to mention just how unpleasant it'd be to sleep underneath a tree like some savage. Still, that didn't stop him from taking the occasional two-hour rest here and there in order to keep his strength up. But if he was to get a proper nights rest he'd have to find a building of some description. Any building would do, as long as it had somewhere a grown man like himself could rest comfortably...

On the bright side, he wouldn't be the only person on this island feeling the urge to go to sleep. Chances are there were any people out there right now, desperately searching for some place to rest for the night. Many of them would be content to just sleep in the middle of a forest somewhere, all alone with whatever weapon they were carrying with them laid aside. In other words, somewhere out there in that inky darkness were over a hundred potential targets just waiting for someone to come along and slit their throat in their sleep... If only Maxwell had a knife to do it with.

The hours went on, and Maxwell had yet to find either a reasonable shelter OR a defenseless nobody to remove from the game. The night was already in the early stages of dawn, the once black sky slowly but surely turning lighter as the sun began to rise in the east. He cursed himself then for not bringing a watch along with him, and was about to consider checking his bag in case they let him keep his mobile when a familiar sound of static emanated across the island. Another announcement already? My word, I really did lose track of the time haven't I? Ah well, I could use a little entertainment...

It was fairly standard at first. Two idiots apparently got themselves killed by staying in a dangerzone too long, which didn't come as much as a surprise to Maxwell. If anything, he was shocked by the fact that ONLY two people had bee stupid enough to stay in a dangerzone. What he heard next on the other hand, DID come as something of a shock to him...

"Well, after that, everyone's favourite midget, Reiko Ishida managed to score with another double kill. That's right kids, that puts her on four. First up was Tobias Elwin, who took a knife to the throat and then right afterwards, Raina Morales discovered that Reiko's boot was a lot harder than her head. Must've been a real kicker for her..."

So, the bitchy psychopath had already butchered two more imbeciles before our little encounter? My, she really DOES work fast doesn't she? I'm almost glad I didn't kill her now... With people like her out there removing the competition left right and centre, I should be off this island within a few days!

Six and seven came in quick succession at the hands of Maxwell Lombardi, our new favourite Brit first strangling Augustus MacDougal to death, then taking advantage of what can be only described as the monumental stupidity of Harold Fisher to take his gun and shoot him with it. Thanks, Maxwell, for showing everyone that there's more to you folks than top hats and tea drinking."

Well... Damn. So much for hoping that he didn't spill the beans so soon. Oh well, they were going to learn one way or another weren't they? Besides, I doubt most of them know who the hell I am anyway... Then again, that Augustus fellow knew who I was didn't he? Hmm......

MUCH more entertaining was our next kill, with Nick Reid doing the honours by smashingTom Guthrie's face into a fine paste using a rock wall, so for those of you keeping count, that's two for Mr. Reid.

Nick Reid is a vicious killer? What a surprise... Note to self, make sure to finish him off the next time we meet...

After that, Danya went on to announce a few more names which meant nothing to him along with the dangerzones. As Maxwell noted the information down on the back of his map, he couldn't help but wonder why Vera's death hadn't been mentioned. Its not as if she died too late or anything, he'd killed her several hours ago... Maybe it was a technical mistake? Two many names to mention all at once? Or perhaps Danya just liked to screw around with people's heads...

"Our last order of business for this announcement is that perennial office favourite; the best kill award! Sarah Atwell, I hope you remember us when Hollywood gives you a call, because you're the winner of today's award! Please head on over to the Infirmary in a short while to collect your glamourous prize!"

At that moment, Maxwell was suddenly surprised to find himself feeling somewhat... Well, jealous of the fact that he hadn't been the one to win the best kill award. He hadn't a clue WHY he was jealous, after all the BKA was only a trick used to get people to start killing each other. Besides, he was well equipped enough as it was... Perhaps it was because knowing that someone other then himself had won it meant that there was somebody else out there doing a better job at reducing the competion? Oh whatever, it doesn't really matter either way... Still, I best keep an eye out for this Sarah Atwell girl. Perhaps I could even congratulate her on a job well done... After i've filled her with lead, of course.

At that moment, saw something glowing in the distance. A fairly faint grow, but a glow nevertheless. Don't tell me somebody was actually STUPID enough to start a fire and alert everyone on the damn island... Then again, perhaps its a trap set up to lure would-be killers or idiots desperate to hide behind someone else's back? Oh well, guess it doesn't hurt to just check it out...

He crept slowly through the forest, holding onto his weapon tightly as he slowly began to make out the shape of several people huddled around a campfire sat precariously on the edge of steep cliff. He hid behind a tree on the edge of the camp, poking his head out slowly in order to get a decent view of them. From the looks of things, they were just a bunch of harmless friends chatting to each other. None of them seemed armed as far as he was aware off, and they were too busy discussing the announcement to take any notice of their surroundings... In other words, it was the perfect target for someone like Maxwell to take advantage of.

A wicked smile creased his lips as he held his recently acquired TEC-9 up, readying himself to jump from his cover and open fire. He considered for a second the idea of trying to take them all out at once, but decided against that. It'd be a much better idea to take out the strongest first, causing the others to panic and present themselves as clear targets. Hmm, that tall paki seemed like the strongest of the bunch. Perhaps it'd be best to take him out first...

He took another peak, and was surprised to spot someone hiding behind a tree a dozen or so metres away. What the... Bastard! Where did HE come from?!?

He observed him at first, trying to figure out his motives. Was he planning to do the same thing Maxwell was? He couldn't tell at first... It wasn't until he approached the group with open arms that Maxwell realised that he didn't mean any harm either. If anything, he was glad that this newcomer had arrived to provide a distraction... Well, no time like the present.

Without a moment's hesitance, he jumped from out of his cover and aimed his gun's sights at Imraan. No fancy speeches. This time he'd just do the practical thing and open fire on them whilst he still had the element of surprise on his side.

And sure enough, that's exactly what he did as he pulled the trigger, firing off 12 rounds in Imraan's general direction with a sadistic look on his face.
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Maxwell Lombardi - The Suave Bastard {Shot off a cliff} [Kill Count: 12]
Marty J. Lovett - The Paranoid Pessimist {Stabbed in the heart} [Kill Count: 1]
Joshua Krakowski - The Living Anachronism {Shot in the temple}
Vera Osborne - The Pretentious Artist {Shot in the eye}
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