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| Lopov |
Aug 4 2017, 05:13 PM
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Master

Joined: 11-February 13
From: Slovenia

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Inspired by TheChesireKhajiit, who created a separate thread for raider Victoria, I decided to post my latest tale in a separate thread as well. There'll be one story per week and if all goes according to plans, I should post them every Friday. Matching screenshots will be posted after each text, most of them but not all will be taken through the eyes of the main proantagonist.. Some stories will be long, some short, and sometimes you may recognize references of your own characters. The stories ahead are dark though I'll try to make them humorous at times but most of all I hope you'll like them. Enjoy. _______IFor the past two hours Lina has been spying on the pretty young guy sitting alone by the burning barrel – not because she’d be after him but because she wanted to be sure that he wasn’t some weirdo. She might have been a rookie in the bounty hunting profession, but she was very good at sneaking and thanks to her PipBoy who showed the [HIDDEN] icon on the top of the screen at all times, she knew that the young guy didn’t spot her. Not seeing anything that’d make her suspicious, Lina joined him, and the stranger who introduced himself as Clive, gladly offered her some cram and a bottle of Nuka-Cola. Nobody could resist Nuka-Cola except undead and since Lina was very much alive, she gladly accepted the drink. It turned out that Clive wasn’t just pretty, he was also funny – so the more the Sun was setting, the better feeling Lina had about the coming night. After Clive told her a little bit about himself, Lina revealed him that for the past few months she’s been on the track of the so called ‘card killer’. “In the wasteland it’s easy to get away with almost any crime but this guy or girl, I don’t know, but I think he’s a guy, always cuts throats of his victims, who are always women, then leaves behind a card depicting death. Like he wants to be recognized, you know? After one of my friends got killed, I decided to go after him. Or her, but I think he’s a guy. I pursued dangerous raiders before so I have some experience in tracking people down. Anyway, sometimes the trail would go cold for weeks but then rumors about a new murder and a new card would reach me, and the trail eventually led me here. The Capital Wasteland is just a few miles north of here and I’m sure I’ll catch up with him. Make him pay for his crimes. Sooner or later.”Lina got a feeling that Clive wasn’t particularly interested in her story, either he didn’t take her bounty hunting profession seriously either he was hoping there’ll be some action between them this night. Well, Lina couldn’t blame him, after all she was also hoping for some action and it wasn’t long before Clive held her firmly in his arms. *** Pleasantly tired, Lina was getting dressed as she saw Clive throwing her shotgun in the burning barrel. As he was pulling a blood-stained knife from behind his leather pants, his face didn’t seem nice anymore. Frightened Lina realized that she just had sex with the man she was after. One slash at Lina’s neck was enough to end the aspiring career of a bounty hunter. She died not knowing that the stranger, whose name wasn’t Clive, had intentionally placed a camp in this location, waiting for her. Already down south he put a tracking device in her satchel and thanks to his own PipBoy he knew of Lina’s movement. He also knew that she liked men a lot, and hoped that she’ll stop by. As ‘Clive’ was walking north towards the Capital Wasteland, he thought of Lina’s words, realizing she was right about many things – he was a guy, he cut throats of his victims, he preyed on women and he always left a card depicting death behind. However, she missed one vital information. Before killing his victims, ‘Clive’ had sex with them. _______Lina talksLina has some NukaLina talks againLina on topLina frightenedLina is goneThe killer's signatureLeaving
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"I saw a politician the other day." "Horrible creatures - I avoid them whenever I can."
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| SubRosa |
Aug 25 2017, 06:58 PM
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Ancient

Joined: 14-March 10
From: Between The Worlds

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Card Killer always makes me think of the chorus to This Song - "I'm a m****ing Card Killer!" I am thinking the Card Killer lost his conscience a long time ago...
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| TheCheshireKhajiit |
Aug 25 2017, 08:15 PM
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Ancient

Joined: 28-September 16
From: Sheogorath's shrine talking to myselves!

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QUOTE(Lopov @ Aug 25 2017, 11:44 AM)  Addendum:a fellow forumite informed me about a mistake at the beginning, instead of "lost his conscience" should be "lost his consciousness". As much as I'd like to edit my reply and correct this annoying mistake, it happens that as soon as I click on the EDIT button and try to change it, all quotation marks and other simple symbols like apostrophes get messed up and I'd need to edit my entire reply. Not sure why this happens. If anyone of mods / admins can fix this, I'd be grateful, otherwise just imagine that there's written consciousness instead of conscience.  No worries! Khajiit understood what you meant!
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"Family is an odd thing, is it not? Defined by blood, separated by blood, joined by blood. In the end, it's all just blood." -Dhaunayne Aundae
May you walk on warm sands!
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| Lopov |
Sep 1 2017, 07:03 PM
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Master

Joined: 11-February 13
From: Slovenia

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@Renee - it was kinda obvious that when he was away from the tower, Millicent got pwned, so at least someone had to notice, I think. @TheCheshireKhajiit - so far these traps proved to be the most difficult encounter for the card killer in the Capital Wasteland. @Acadian - thanks for editing my post. "As bad as new" - that's a phrase to remember. @SubRosa - indeed, so maybe I didn't make a mistake after all. What a song! I'm listening to it as I'm pasting & editing the coming story. _______ VViolet was a well-known scavenger in the Capital Wasteland. For two things mostly– the first thing, a minor one was that she owned the yellow army radio headset. There would be nothing special about that piece of pre-war technology if yellow radio headsets weren’t extremely rare, in fact Violet was the only known owner of one such item. She found it together with her friend Sonora Cruz many years ago as they were exploring a ghoul-infested pre-war military base. Each of them wanted it but they agreed that whoever kills more ghouls, gets the headset. Since Violet won the contest, it belonged to her. They remained good friends with Sonora Cruz who was by now the leader of the regulators in the Capital Wasteland. The second thing for which Violet was known, and a major one, was that she was the only scavenger known to tame a ferocious yao-guai. She saved a life of a baby yao-guai as it was about to drown and since then the two became inseparable. Not only was her pet whom she named Willy, a helpful guardian in dangerous wastes, he was also her best friend. One morning in October 2277 she stopped by Four-Eyed Patrick, another scavenger who inhabited one of ruined houses west of Fort Independence. “Hey four eyes, got some missiles for sale? Running out of ‘em,” asked Violet, petting her favorite weapon - the old missile launcher, which she found buried under some rubble pile close to Fort Constantine way up to the north. “Sure, Violet, sure, just lemme find ‘em,” Four-Eyed Patrick promptly went to rummage for them in the only solid dresser in the ruined house which no longer served its pre-war purpose, instead it was Four Eyed Patrick’s storage of various clutter. “I see you got some company for the night,” remarked Violet and nodded in the direction of the sleeping young man. Four-Eyed Patrick had some free beds inside (while it was in fact outside because the house no longer had a roof) and gladly allowed wastelanders to sleep on them. “Ay, some kid from the west,” nodded Four-Eyed Patrick as he was taking missiles from the dresser. “Nice fella. He gave me a ciggie. I’d still prefer if it was a gal, though. A gal that wouldn’t mind that I’m a little bit dirty, he he he.” “I heard you, Pat” said the young man and raised his head, making Pat blush and Violet laugh. Cute kid, thought Violet as he was smiling at her, then she started counting Pat’s missiles. A few minutes later Violet and Willy left Four-Eyed Patrick’s house and headed west. “Is she a friend of yours?” asked the kid and handed Pat a cigarette who gladly accepted. “Sure, that’s Violet. And her teddy bear Willy, the only tamed yao-guai in the entire Capital Wasteland, kid! Imagine that? She’s a legend among scavengers. You’ll often meet her on your travels if you intend to stay here in the Capital Wasteland for a while, kid.” “I doubt it.” “Eh? You plannin’ to leave soon?” “No.” “Well then I was right – you’ll meet Violet and Willy often on your travels, they are drifters, never staying in one place for long.” “I doubt it.” “Eh? I don’t get it.” Four-Eyed Patrick was confused. “Don’t bother,” smiled the kid and stood up. “Here, take one more cig. Thanks for the free bed. See you, Pat.” “See you, kid.” Four-Eyed Patrick gladly took another ciggie and questions about why the kid wouldn’t often meet Violet and Willy, were already forgotten. *** But what the kid said, was true. Not he, not anyone else would ever meet Violet and Willy again, at least not alive. Instead of Willy, Violet slept with the card depicting death at her side. But not before the kid whom she found cute earlier this morning, would torture her in an abandoned trailer just a distance west of Four-Eyed Patrick’s house. And why? Because he found it exciting. _______ In company of Four-Eyed Patrick and his muttViolet & WillyShowtime! Willy's end (the yao-guai was actually hit by one of Violet's missiles, directed at the card killer) DisarmedSubduedHelplessDead
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"I saw a politician the other day." "Horrible creatures - I avoid them whenever I can."
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| SubRosa |
Sep 1 2017, 10:02 PM
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Ancient

Joined: 14-March 10
From: Between The Worlds

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QUOTE(Acadian @ Sep 1 2017, 04:12 PM)  QUOTE(SubRosa @ Sep 1 2017, 12:48 PM)  Poor Violet. What she said ^ If the card killer is outside the jurisdiction of Officer PP, can we get Persephone to track the vile fiend and eat him? Loviatar does the eating. Persephone would just 'disarm' him. This post has been edited by SubRosa: Sep 1 2017, 10:16 PM
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| Lopov |
Sep 5 2017, 01:29 PM
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Master

Joined: 11-February 13
From: Slovenia

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@SubRosa - indeed. @Acadian - the card killer probably wouldn't stand a chance in a close combat against Persephone or Loviatar, but fortunately for him they are in other versions of the same wasteland. @TheCheshireKhajiit - many more unfortunate will fall... @Renee - the yao-guai was partly wounded from the card killer because he shot it with his assault rifle but in the end it was Violet who hit it fatally instead of the card killer. _______ The Interlude IWhile many water beggars preferred to squat outside major towns where a probability of getting some dirty or purified water was the highest, Ben Canning preferred to beg for water in the middle of the wastes. He assumed that a chance for travelers to have some water was higher in the middle of nowhere - and why? Because when travelers saw towns ahead, they could drink all their water, knowing they’ll be able to buy fresh water in towns, while those in the middle of the wastes had to be more careful and if they were kind-hearted, they could part with a bottle or two and give it to him. Unfortunately for Ben Canning, the guy in black leather jacket, who just passed him, had no water or at least he didn’t want to give him any. The guy just dismissed him with his hand and walked on. “Yeah, that’s what I figured,” Ben Canning yelled at him. “Can you at least shoot me in the head before you leave? I’m out of ammo or I’d do it myself.” While the saying was meant as a joke which Ben often told wasteland cheapskates, the guy in leather jacket obviously took it for real as he readied his assault rifle. “Hey, hey, kid, I was just jok…” But it was too late. The deafening sound of rapidly fired bullets fulfilled Ben’s joking wish. The guy in leather jacket walked on. No card was left behind this time. _______ Ben CanningWish fulfilledHe won't joke again...Early riser
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"I saw a politician the other day." "Horrible creatures - I avoid them whenever I can."
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| Renee |
Sep 6 2017, 01:11 PM
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Councilor

Joined: 19-March 13
From: Ellicott City, Maryland

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QUOTE(TheCheshireKhajiit @ Sep 5 2017, 11:07 AM)  Wow, not even worth a card, lol
Right. Exactly my sentiments as well. If we think about it though, this sort of makes some sense in a way. Because the Card Killer is leaving a trail wherever he goes. Each card is a clue to figure out where he's been. He can't leave cards everywhere, lest some clever chap or gal anticipate where the guy's next possible place of rest could be. Yeah, I watch too many crime shows, ha ha. This post has been edited by Renee: Sep 6 2017, 01:14 PM
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| TheCheshireKhajiit |
Sep 7 2017, 05:28 PM
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Ancient

Joined: 28-September 16
From: Sheogorath's shrine talking to myselves!

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QUOTE(Renee @ Sep 6 2017, 07:11 AM)  QUOTE(TheCheshireKhajiit @ Sep 5 2017, 11:07 AM)  Wow, not even worth a card, lol
Right. Exactly my sentiments as well. If we think about it though, this sort of makes some sense in a way. Because the Card Killer is leaving a trail wherever he goes. Each card is a clue to figure out where he's been. He can't leave cards everywhere, lest some clever chap or gal anticipate where the guy's next possible place of rest could be. Yeah, I watch too many crime shows, ha ha. This is true. Though Khajiit got the distinct impression it was more about exterminating a pest than getting his jollies, lol
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"Family is an odd thing, is it not? Defined by blood, separated by blood, joined by blood. In the end, it's all just blood." -Dhaunayne Aundae
May you walk on warm sands!
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