08-07-2021, 05:42:50 AM
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Quinn - 1
Quinn can hear a crystal clear voice begging you to set it free... Is... Is it coming from the machine? Nonetheless, he missed nearly every shot. But each poor innocent pixel person he hits... he sees blood. Not some 8 bit gore, full on hyperrealistic blood. Like what he and everyone else saw Libre explode into, Like what he and everyone else saw pooled under the Tempest's body. When he managed to shoot a character, you could hear whatever was pleading with you to free it yelp in pain. Like Quinn's shitty accuracy caught it by surprise.
Dale - 3
Dale was a helluva lot more accurate than Quinn, blood dripped out the screen as whatever was in that machine howled in excruciating pain, begging for mercy. Blood filled the screen, and the machine, but Dale just kept playing. He couldn't stop. He wouldn't stop. He had to make those howls stop. He had to make the putrid screams stop. He couldn't control his own movements as he continued to shoot those poor innocent pixel people, missing every now and then giving this poor, poor Cabinet Man some moments of reprieve as blood trickled... out... of the screen itself, pooling onto Dale's shoes.
Sollux - 4
Whatever was in that machine was screaming for mercy as Sollux shot away. Those screams becoming more and more garbled as he continued to punish the pixel people's perusing around the arcade machine's partition exploded into pools of sanguine gore. It howled in pain, screaming in pain, begging for mercy, unlike Dale, there was no reprieve. The Troll continued to hit consistent shots, causing that candy red blood to sputter all over Sollux, getting on his shirt, his face, his horns, his shoes, nothing was safe from the machine's full frontal assault of blood and screams. But they never stopped.
Monster - 3
For someone who enjoys brutal murder, for someone who enjoys to slurp the cerebral cereal out of a kid's cranium, Monster performed rather... average. Sure, he did quite well, The Machine howled in pain as Monster attempted to style on the poor 8 bit victims. Keyword: Attempted. It's amusing, in some cosmic sort of way. This Demon whose only interest is murder in the most creative way possible can't even do that right. That feeling of inferiority crept up upon him, he wasn't happy, he wasn't having fun, even though The Machine shrieked like a banshee at each shot, he missed half his shots, and only some blood got on him. It wasn't enough, and it haunted The Monster to his core.
Sharles - 1
The Counselor Lookalike did not share their penchant for pain as they missed most shots, a haunting eerie voice beckoning them to set The Machine free. Nearly all shots were missed as the deep bellowing pleas for help haunted Sharles deeply. They couldn't save The Machine, all they could (try to do) was put it out of its misery. And they couldn't even do that, Shattering Sharles.
Gumball Cookie - 2
For an Artist, Gumball Cookie did his best to paint the screen red. Unfortunately, the moment that hyperrealistic blood splattered on the screen, Gumball cookie panicked, coating the arcade machine in sticky gum, much to The Counselor's annoyance, and much to the Machine's pain. Muffled screams as Gumball heard a deep, haunting voice scream "I can't breathe!" and "Why..." Until...
It Stopped.
People slowly stopped showing on screen, and yet not a single drop of blood trickled out. People stopped appearing once the VERY ANNOYED Counselor finally cleaned off the gum. Gumball Cookie suffocated The Machine.
Yuki - 3
Whatever was in that machine was screaming for mercy as Yuki shot away. Those screams becoming more and more garbled as he continued to punish the pixel people's perusing around the arcade machine's partition exploded into pools of sanguine gore. It howled in pain, screaming in pain, begging for mercy, unlike Dale, there was no reprieve. It howled and howled away... But it never stopped.
Selen(ium) - 6
Selen(ium) aimed and shot. Aimed and shot. The Machine screamed in pain. Howled, Bellowed, and Begged for Mercy. That mercy never came. The Miracle never happen, if you will. Blood showered the singer as the screams descended more and more into mere gurgles... Until...
It Stopped
The gurgling pleas for mercy ceased. Blood covered the screen, the machine, and Selen(ium.) But... it was over. That Machine was dead. And she desperately needed a shower because HOLY FUCK WAS THERE A LOT OF BLOOD. MORE THAN A HUMAN SHOULD HAVE. JESUS FUCKING CHRIST.
Lars - 2
Lars was a... decent shot. The Machine yelped in pain every now and then as gore carpeted the screen... even getting in their robotic arm. "That was gonna be a itch to clean" they thought as they focused less on aiming, and more on how difficult it was going to be to clean the blood off their robotic arm, as the poor machine continued to sputter blood all over Lars.
BBH - 6
Not a single shot missed, Not a single pixel spared from this President's Wrath. The Machine gargled in pain as Big Ben Harrison was practically showered in its blood. The Machine's screams became more and more garbled... Begging him to stop, but he didn't. He didn't want to stop as the Machine screamed, as blood was flooding from the scream... until... finally...
It stopped.
It stopped screaming. Blood stopped flowing. People trickled away. Nothing was left. The Machine was dead. And Big Ben Harrison was in the splash zone as his clothing was ruined by all this blood! This was so much more than a regular human had... What was in there...?
Setsuka - 1
She missed every shot, uncharacteristic of the Ultimate Billiards Player, wouldn't you think? Quite difficult to do that when a raspy, deep, haunting voice is beckoning you. Begging you to free it. Begging you for help. Begging you for mercy. Shivers were sent down Setsuka's spine as she couldn't shoot a single target.
Jason - 3
Dale was a helluva lot more accurate than Setsuka, blood dripped out the screen as whatever was in that machine howled in excruciating pain, begging for mercy. Blood filled the screen, and the machine, but Jason just kept playing. He couldn't stop. He wouldn't stop. He had to make those howls stop. He had to make the putrid screams stop. He couldn't control his own movements as he continued to shoot those poor innocent pixel people, missing every now and then giving this poor, poor Cabinet Man some moments of reprieve as blood trickled... out... of the screen itself, pooling onto Jason's shoes. Kinda reminded him of Camp Crystal Lake
Quinn can hear a crystal clear voice begging you to set it free... Is... Is it coming from the machine? Nonetheless, he missed nearly every shot. But each poor innocent pixel person he hits... he sees blood. Not some 8 bit gore, full on hyperrealistic blood. Like what he and everyone else saw Libre explode into, Like what he and everyone else saw pooled under the Tempest's body. When he managed to shoot a character, you could hear whatever was pleading with you to free it yelp in pain. Like Quinn's shitty accuracy caught it by surprise.
Dale - 3
Dale was a helluva lot more accurate than Quinn, blood dripped out the screen as whatever was in that machine howled in excruciating pain, begging for mercy. Blood filled the screen, and the machine, but Dale just kept playing. He couldn't stop. He wouldn't stop. He had to make those howls stop. He had to make the putrid screams stop. He couldn't control his own movements as he continued to shoot those poor innocent pixel people, missing every now and then giving this poor, poor Cabinet Man some moments of reprieve as blood trickled... out... of the screen itself, pooling onto Dale's shoes.
Sollux - 4
Whatever was in that machine was screaming for mercy as Sollux shot away. Those screams becoming more and more garbled as he continued to punish the pixel people's perusing around the arcade machine's partition exploded into pools of sanguine gore. It howled in pain, screaming in pain, begging for mercy, unlike Dale, there was no reprieve. The Troll continued to hit consistent shots, causing that candy red blood to sputter all over Sollux, getting on his shirt, his face, his horns, his shoes, nothing was safe from the machine's full frontal assault of blood and screams. But they never stopped.
Monster - 3
For someone who enjoys brutal murder, for someone who enjoys to slurp the cerebral cereal out of a kid's cranium, Monster performed rather... average. Sure, he did quite well, The Machine howled in pain as Monster attempted to style on the poor 8 bit victims. Keyword: Attempted. It's amusing, in some cosmic sort of way. This Demon whose only interest is murder in the most creative way possible can't even do that right. That feeling of inferiority crept up upon him, he wasn't happy, he wasn't having fun, even though The Machine shrieked like a banshee at each shot, he missed half his shots, and only some blood got on him. It wasn't enough, and it haunted The Monster to his core.
Sharles - 1
The Counselor Lookalike did not share their penchant for pain as they missed most shots, a haunting eerie voice beckoning them to set The Machine free. Nearly all shots were missed as the deep bellowing pleas for help haunted Sharles deeply. They couldn't save The Machine, all they could (try to do) was put it out of its misery. And they couldn't even do that, Shattering Sharles.
Gumball Cookie - 2
For an Artist, Gumball Cookie did his best to paint the screen red. Unfortunately, the moment that hyperrealistic blood splattered on the screen, Gumball cookie panicked, coating the arcade machine in sticky gum, much to The Counselor's annoyance, and much to the Machine's pain. Muffled screams as Gumball heard a deep, haunting voice scream "I can't breathe!" and "Why..." Until...
It Stopped.
People slowly stopped showing on screen, and yet not a single drop of blood trickled out. People stopped appearing once the VERY ANNOYED Counselor finally cleaned off the gum. Gumball Cookie suffocated The Machine.
Yuki - 3
Whatever was in that machine was screaming for mercy as Yuki shot away. Those screams becoming more and more garbled as he continued to punish the pixel people's perusing around the arcade machine's partition exploded into pools of sanguine gore. It howled in pain, screaming in pain, begging for mercy, unlike Dale, there was no reprieve. It howled and howled away... But it never stopped.
Selen(ium) - 6
Selen(ium) aimed and shot. Aimed and shot. The Machine screamed in pain. Howled, Bellowed, and Begged for Mercy. That mercy never came. The Miracle never happen, if you will. Blood showered the singer as the screams descended more and more into mere gurgles... Until...
It Stopped
The gurgling pleas for mercy ceased. Blood covered the screen, the machine, and Selen(ium.) But... it was over. That Machine was dead. And she desperately needed a shower because HOLY FUCK WAS THERE A LOT OF BLOOD. MORE THAN A HUMAN SHOULD HAVE. JESUS FUCKING CHRIST.
Lars - 2
Lars was a... decent shot. The Machine yelped in pain every now and then as gore carpeted the screen... even getting in their robotic arm. "That was gonna be a itch to clean" they thought as they focused less on aiming, and more on how difficult it was going to be to clean the blood off their robotic arm, as the poor machine continued to sputter blood all over Lars.
BBH - 6
Not a single shot missed, Not a single pixel spared from this President's Wrath. The Machine gargled in pain as Big Ben Harrison was practically showered in its blood. The Machine's screams became more and more garbled... Begging him to stop, but he didn't. He didn't want to stop as the Machine screamed, as blood was flooding from the scream... until... finally...
It stopped.
It stopped screaming. Blood stopped flowing. People trickled away. Nothing was left. The Machine was dead. And Big Ben Harrison was in the splash zone as his clothing was ruined by all this blood! This was so much more than a regular human had... What was in there...?
Setsuka - 1
She missed every shot, uncharacteristic of the Ultimate Billiards Player, wouldn't you think? Quite difficult to do that when a raspy, deep, haunting voice is beckoning you. Begging you to free it. Begging you for help. Begging you for mercy. Shivers were sent down Setsuka's spine as she couldn't shoot a single target.
Jason - 3
Dale was a helluva lot more accurate than Setsuka, blood dripped out the screen as whatever was in that machine howled in excruciating pain, begging for mercy. Blood filled the screen, and the machine, but Jason just kept playing. He couldn't stop. He wouldn't stop. He had to make those howls stop. He had to make the putrid screams stop. He couldn't control his own movements as he continued to shoot those poor innocent pixel people, missing every now and then giving this poor, poor Cabinet Man some moments of reprieve as blood trickled... out... of the screen itself, pooling onto Jason's shoes. Kinda reminded him of Camp Crystal Lake