At present you're still at the basement deciding on what you wish to do to Dennis, your victim.

So far there have been several ideas that have popped into your head but you haven't quite decided on which one to start just yet I don't want to list all of them here since some of them are quite gruesome, you can check them for yourself at the previous thread.

You have to decide on what you want to do with him soon, otherwise he will just black out from the pain of having two busted kneecaps again.

>Write-in either a summary or if you feel like it a full description on what you want to do with Dennis. Or vote for the ones suggested in the previous thread

>>1712829

> Pull out his teeth one by one

Teeth are our shtick right?

>>1712829
I'm sticking to the "trim the fat" then hanging after pulling all his teeth out. It's fitting that way.
Also cut down all the children and lay them on the ground. Maybe use the guy's phone to call emergency and then leave? We might be a slasher force of nature, but even we doubt these children did anything to deserve the shit that happened to them. Hell, we might have a few fond memories of the other miners bringing their kids over for barbeque or something nice, back when we were alive. All the more reason to fuck the guy up, at least.

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>>1712843
>>1712845
Two good suggestions so far, they could be combined if you wish to do so.

>>1712856

Yeah. I'll change to support this (>>1712845) guy...

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You finally decide on a punishment fitting for scum such as Dennis after you begin eyeing the bloody butcher's knife lying in the sink nearby. A black garbage bag is lying next to the sink, which is leaking blood from a hole at the bottom.

You walk over to the bag and quickly check what's inside, finding pieces of chopped off limbs and organs inside the bag. Probably Dennis' victims that the knife was used for. They seem to have been cut up for easier disposal, something you'd certainly do if you wished to get rid of a body faster by putting it into a smaller grave.

Ignoring the contents of the bag for now, you pick up the large butcher's knife and look it over before taking an experimental swing with it to get a feel for its weight.

Once you feel familiar enough handling it, you walk back over to Dennis who seems to be mumbling something deliriously to the heavens above as you slowly get closer.

When you're within inches of his body, you can see the droplets of sweat that have formed up around his hairline over time. Well he's certainly about to sweat a lot more by the time you're done with him.

"Boy, you've really gotten fat Dennis old buddy. I think its time you lost a few pounds." You say as you place the tip of the blade on top of his belly, drawing a small droplet of blood to check just how sharp the it is. "Don't ya worry bout a thing though, I'll be doing all the work and once I'm done you'll have a real beach body!"

Your joke doesn't seem to make the fat man underneath the blade laugh at all though, in fact he seems positively horrified at the thought of being under your treatment.

"NO PLEASE! STOP! I'LL DO ANYTHING JUST DON'T KILL ME!" Dennis begins yelling in panic but to no avail as you press the knife harshly down into his body, producing the intended result of a blood spurt and a cry of pain from your victim.

You begin whistling in a cheery manner as you slowly carve down on the skin of Dennis' belly, causing him to scream in absolute agony and thrash like a man possessed as flesh, fat and skin is peeled off his body in a sizable chunk.

"Stay still darn it, this thing requires precision and I don't want you dying on me until we're finished." You say to him annoyedly as you throw the cut-off chunk to a bucket nearby. Dennis continues to scream and begins hyperventilating as he watches you chuck off a piece of his body like its nothing but garbage.

>Throw 1d100 to see if you can manage to keep Dennis awake or alive for that matter until you're finished with your work.

Rolled 34 (1d100)

>>1712931

Rolled 74 (1d100)

>>1712931

Rolled 44 (1d100)

>>1712931

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You manage to cut off Dennis' flesh off at a steady enough pace that he doesn't have a chance to escape the torment by blacking out from the pain. Every time that it looks like he's about to slump over you throw water onto his face, pull him by the remains of his hair and slap him across the face a few times to keep him awake.

By the time you've managed to cut a sizable enough part of his stomach out along with quite a bit of his intestines, he has already screamed his throat sore and is only able to produce hoarse coughs at this point as the knife continues to cut away his flesh bit by bit.

"Just... kill me already... you sick fffuck..." He manages to gargle out in a barely audible manner as you keep peeling off bits from around his liver.

"Oh what's that Dennis? I didn't quite catch that?" You ask him in a chippy tone as you lean your ear canal closer to his face.

"Kill... meee...?" He grunts, his life already seemingly hanging by a thread at this point.

He is silent after those last two words and you're quite honestly getting quite bored of tinkering around with his body by now.

What do you do?

A)Put him out of his misery (Specify execution method)
B)Leave him to die a slow death and begin taking down the bodies of the kids from the ceiling
C)Search the house for a phone and call 911 for a clean up crew
D)Other (write-in)

Sorry if this was quite a short session but I gotta go to sleep now, G'night ya'll.

>>1713094
>C) Search the house for a phone and call 911 for a cleanup crew
Let the law deal with him for killing the children, he'll be locked up for the rest of his miserable life - not to mention how he'll be mistreated, beaten, raped etc etc by all the other inmates.

>>1713094
>B)Leave him to die a slow death and begin taking down the bodies of the kids from the ceiling

>>1713094
As much as I'd like to hang him for the fitting finisher, I want to leave him there.
Going with B and C, in that order.

>>1713094
C)Search the house for a phone and call 911 for a clean up crew
Quick killing and scaring people shitless fits us better, lets stick to that

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>>1713327
>>1713466
>>1713270
>>1713246

You decide to not grant your former bully the sweet release of death and instead leave him tied up in his chair to bleed out from the grievous injuries you have inflicted on him while you take a moment to stare at the motionless bodies of the children.

A memory of your past life again resurfaces as you stare at the peaceful face of a particular young girl no older than seven, this time though its one of happier times.

You and your co-workers had set up a barbeque party at your former house, every family in the neighborhood had come along with their kids to taste the fruits of your labor. While you never had married or had the chance to have kids of your own at the time you still remember fondly the times you spent playing around with the ones in your neighborhood. You were always known to them as that one goofy but likable uncle that every kid on the block was friends with.

Unfortunately you are brought out of your memory by Dennis' coughing and are once again face-to face with the dead children.

"They never deserved this..." You say underneath your breath as something miraculous happens, a single wet drop begins running down from the corner of your eye. As you wipe it though you notice that instead of water its actually blood.

Sighing and wiping off the blood from your cheek you begin cutting the children off the ropes with the knife in your hands. As you take each of them off the ceiling you gently place them onto the floor in a neat row, being respectul to them even in death unlike with the teens or adults that you've killed in the past.

After each of the children is placed onto the floor with their little hands crossed over their bodies like the ones at funerals, you take your helmet off and offer a quick prayer as a final sign of respect before heading up the stairs to look for a phone so you can call 911 and let them sort the rest of this out while you continue on your way.

You easily find Dennis' old as hell phone on the kitchen counter next to a box of moldy pizza and in a quick manner tap in the numbers.

"911, What's your emergency?" The lady at the other end asks you in a proffessional manner.

>Write-in your response.

>>1715412
911 has GPS or location tracking for calls right? Couldn't we just say "Save the children"
then leave the line hanging, and let them track the phone down to here? Would be better than an actual lengthy out of character response.

>>1715426
This can work as well.

>>1715412
Considering this is the emergency line, how about something like "I can hear screaming coming from [address]. I think someone's being attacked."

Then we leg it.

>>1715428
We ARE an undead/undying and unstoppable being with a personality and a past. Better to let our actions do the talking for the most part. We better take the guy's teeth before we go. Every time we look at his necklace we get the feeling of sweet revenge against the bully, might also help to make our future murders better.

If the phones/911 do have emergency signal tracking or something similar, I'm sticking to my idea. If they don't, I'm changing to >>1715430 instead.

scince I know very little about what you would realy want for this bastard I can suggest 2 paths

loud: I have butchered a child murderer, if you hurry you can save his life at [address].

optionally say the slasher sends his reguards

safe: there is a man here at [address] dieing please help him, hes been stabbed and tortured

then leave

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>>1715432
Dennis' phone is an older dumb phone, you doubt that it would have any kind of tracking devices on it like modern mobile phones do but you can't be a 100 percent sure since you haven't exactly had time to catch up with modern technology as of late.

>>1715458
Yeah, it's probably best to go with my suggestion - alongside taking his teeth, a la >>1715432

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You attempt to put on your best panicked voice that you can muster at the moment as you speak into the phone.

"I can hear screaming coming from Autumn Street, house... five. I think someone's being attacked! Please send help!"

"Alright sir, we're sending in a patrol to your location to investigate. Remain calm and stay on the li-" You don't even bother listening to the rest of the sentence as you throw the phone back onto the table and make a quick exit through the front door by bashing it open with your shoulder.

You exit out into the front yard and you can already hear the sounds of police sirens in the distance, you figure you should probably get out of sight and head somewhere else.

Where do you go though? The night is still young and you have plenty of time to kill. On the other hand the cops will be looking for the killer of Dennis Jenson once his corpse is discovered, the possibility of a manhunt is something you should probably consider.

A) Look for the other bully's house
B) Find another neighborhood
C) Move to another part of town (specify where)
D) Escape the town
E) Wait for the cops to arrive and ambush them
F) Other (write-in)

>>1715632
>A) Look for the other bully's house

>>1715632
>A) Look for the other bully's house
Should we roll for stealth?

>>1715632
>A) Look for the other bully's house
Hooray, we can continue to combine creativity with cruelty!

>>1715632
>D) Escape the town

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Sorry it took a while, was busy playing with my D&D group and doing other IRL shit, but I'm back now.

>>1715744
Good point, roll 1d100 with best of three to see if you're spotted on your way to the next house.

Rolled 38 (1d100)

>>1720331

>>1720331
Might wanna wait for more people to roll before you go with the 38. It's still a bit early.

That's why I said best out of three.

Rolled 39 (1d100)

>>1720331

Rolled 70 (1d100)

>>1720331

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Unfortunately the roll is not quite enough to beat my own, which is a 79.

On your way to Murphy's house, you hear the sirens now getting much closer and are about to check behind you before you are blinded by the headlights of a patrol car that comes from around the street corner with its sirens blaring.

It screeches to a halt before two officers step out of it, reaching for something at their side.

"APD, stay right where you are buddy." One of the officers says as he reaches for his flashlight, all the while keeping his other hand on his waist where the sidearm holster is. "We got some questions for you about the emergency call that was made regarding a possible assault."

The officers are far enough from you that they don't seem to have noticed yet that you're not exactly a human.

How do you wish to handle them?

A) Attempt to hide your face
B) Wait until they are close enough and attack them (specify how)
C) Attempt to talk
D) Back away slowly
E) Run like hell and hope they don't have an itchy trigger finger
F) Other (write-in)

>>1720611
>C) Attempt to talk
"You can talk from there - sorry, I'm just funny about personal space."

>>1720611
>C) Attempt to talk
Try NOT to sound like an undead abomination.

You clear your throat as you attempt to put on a normal sounding voice that is still loud enough for the officer to hear.

"You can talk from there, no need to come closer." You begin, observing as the officer that talked to you before visibly tenses alongside his partner. "Sorry, I'm just funny about personal space like that, you understand right."

>Roll 1d20 to see how your words are perceived, in this case there is no counter roll on my part.

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>1720735
Exhibit A: Undead shambling corpse attempting to mimic a living human.

>>1721315
"Yeah sure, I can understand that." The officer says after a while, still keeping his hand on his weapon though. "We don't exactly have the greatest of reputations."

The officer then leans against his car for a moment as he lights up a cigar and starts talking in a voice reminiscent of old-time noir detectives.

"Now, regarding the attack... you are the one I assume made the call?"

A) Tell the truth
B) Lie through your teeth
C) Tell half truths
D) Other (write-in)

>>1723030

> C) Tell half truths

Just like a real human!

>>1723030
>C) Tell half truths

>>1723034
>>1723063
"Yeah I did, I was coming back home from a costume party at my friend's place when I decided to take a shortcut through autumn street and heard the screaming coming from number five." You explain in half truth, leaving out the fact that you were the one causing the screams. "I figured that it wasn't anything normal and decided to call 911 just in case something fishy was going on."

"Ah, alright." The first officer's partner mouths as he scribbles something down into his notebook. "Did you see anything going on inside the house while you were passing by?"

"Nah not much, the windows were covered up but I could see some shapes through the one that I peeked theough, looked like a big guy was taking the piss out of someone else while holding something in his hand." You explain, again leaving out vital information but also including bits of truth in what you say.

"Okay, I think that's all we need right now. We know that the attacker was inside the building when the attack happened and that he's armed." The first officer summarizes the conversation as he taps his chin contemplatively. "Thank you for sharing this information with us, have a good night sir."

Both of the officers turn around to leave, but before the one from before steps in, he looks over his shoulder towards you and smiles briefly.

"Nice costume by the way, its exactly how I'd imagine Molar looking like if he was a real thing." He says, completely oblivious to the irony of his statement as he sits down onto the driver's seat and drives off with his partner towards the crime scene proper.

After having dealt with the boys in blue you continue heading towards Murphy's old place.

Unfortunately by the time you reach the spot where you remember it being, its long since been demolished and there's nothing but an empty spot of land there.

You kick the ground harshly in frustration after being denied your chance for vengeance but quickly get over it. Murphy's time would come another day.

Now though there's not really many points of interest left for you here, besides Murphy and Dennis you don't remember anyone else who lived here and because of foreclosures almost nobody lives in this neighborhood anymore.

What do you do?

A) Find another neighborhood
B) Stay here and prey on whatever poor soul is left in this place
C) Move to another part of town (specify where)
D) Escape the town
E) Other (write-in)

>>1723102

> A) Find another neighborhood

>>1723102
>A) Find another neighborhood

>>1723102
>A) Find another neighborhood
Plenty of other assholes for us to slaughter out there.

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You know that you won't be remembered much in the community for killing just one man who was a social outcast by the time of his death anyway, so you continue onwards to find a more populated neighborhood to terrorize.

As you reach the end of Autumn St. you come across an intersection that splits the road into three different directions. On the left there is the more wealthy middle class and upper class suburbs reserved for those higher up in the societal food chain, the houses themselves mostly consist of summer homes, clean, idyllic and well-crafted, with the occasional cottage and sprawling mansion sprinkled in.

On the right are the tightly packed everyday suburbs of the lower middle class and working poor that are a textbook definition of suburb hell, they are also the ones closer to the downtown area of Ashton and are also more heavily populated as a result. They might also house some of the town's old mining population's descendants. Maybe if you're lucky you may find some of your old pals from work, if they haven't died from things like black lung.

And behind you is of course... Autumn street.

So, which direction do you head towards?

>The Suburbs closer to downtown Ashton, we're trying to kill as many as possible
>The rich outer Suburbs, we're trying to send a message

>>1723384
>The rich outer Suburbs, we're trying to send a message
And also give little Trixie bigger problems than what clothes to wear.

>>1723384
Backing >>1723415. Must be quite a few rich idiot teens over there.

>>1723415
>>1723425

Supporting this...

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You take a left turn and head towards the wealthier neighborhoods of Ashton, your purpose is clear on what you want to do.

You are here not merely to kill, but to send a clear message and purge this city of the filth that continues to fester in it. The pompous rich families that inhabit the better suburbs on the outskirts of Ashton are like maggots feasting on the carcass of the slowly dying mining town. They don't give a single fuck what happens to the people there as long as their summer home property remains nice, cozy and most importantly intact.

Its a place where your old boss lived as well, Henry Burnham was his name. An asshole of a man in his thirties at the time of your death who never had to work a day in his life due to the massive wealth that he inherited from his stock broker dad. Now he too has most likely died from old age, hopefully leaving his kids behind for you to deal with.

Soon, after about a quarter hour of walking you begin seeing the pristine clean houses of the rich folks show up around you. Some of them are quite large, honestly larger than anything you would personally know what to do with even if you had a large family to house them with. These massive wastes of space are also most likely filled with every kind of material depravity that one could imagine.

As you walk past some of these houses your ears start to pick up the sounds of music somewhat far away in the distance, it is some kind of fancy technodickery that you never quite understood the appeal of or cared much about when you first heard it. But now its really irritating your ear canals with just how loud it obviously is being played at. Its almost like the ones playing it have no idea that its night time and some people actually have to sleep.

There's also a juicy looking street just ahead of you, filled with houses that look like they belong to the ideal suburban middle class family that the so-called American dream was originally supposed to be marketed for and still is to a certain extent. You'll surely find plenty of families there whose illusions of safety you can help shatter with a little help from your pickaxe.

So where do you head?

A) Head towards the source of the noise and shut down it down
B) Take the turn and head down the middle-class neighborhood
C) Look for your old boss' mansion and pay his family a visit
D) Ignore all the targets you've spotted so far and look for other targets (specify what type)
E) Other (write-in)

>>1723558
>A) Head towards the source of the noise and shut down it down
You know what too much noise does in the mines? Cave ins. Lost a few good men who were too stupid to shut up when they needed to. And these deaf kids making all this nois seem to be just ASKING for a cave in - of their HEADS.

>>1723611
Support, and top kek.

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>>1723611
>>1723627

The loud sounds of the party are giving you horrible flashbacks to times when good men like your former friend Steve, god bless his soul, got crushed under tons of rocky soil during cave-ins when some idiots decided to proclaim their love for rock music by playing it at full blast from the loudspeakers usually reserved for actually important announcements like gas pockets or other dangers.

You still remember holding young Steve's hand and comforting him to the best of your ability as his crushed legs were being dug out from underneath the rock, in the end both of the appendages were completely turned to mush and had to be amputated. Your friend was left crippled for life with no way to provide for his family of five, barely making do himself with the meager pension he was given. All because some dirtbag wanted to play music louder than was necessary.

Reflecting on the memory makes your blood boil and a blood vessel in your forehead actually ends up bursting and leaking some of the dark liquid down your face as you begin marching towards the source of the music in the distance. With each determined step your anger only seemed to escalate further along with the music which only got louder the closer you got to where it was coming from.

Eventually after about ten minutes of nothing but walking in a straight line, you reach the top of a small hill and see a fully lit up house down in the distance.

A large crowd of mostly rich teens is gathered around the house and they look to be partying through the night without a care for the world around them, drinking nothing but the finest of liquors available and presumably taking some drugs as well because they know they can get away with such depravity.

If only you had brought your dynamite with you, you could really help liven up the party through the use of some fireworks right about now.

How do you wish to handle this?

A) Cast the area in darkness by digging up and cutting off the power line before making your move
B) Walk straight into the crowd and start murdering everyone in your path with the pickaxe
C) Attempt to blend in as a performer
D) Figure something out through the use of the items in your inventory You have: A lighter, a pack of cigarettes, a hunting knife and a wallet
E) Other (write-in)

>>1723698
>A) Cast the area in darkness by digging up and cutting off the power line before making your move
Then try to find fuel cans or stuff in a storage shed or something similar out in the open. Which we can, because being an abomination we can see in the dark right? while the meddling kids can't. That'll also help us avoid bumping into anyone while we make our way to wherever the gas is.

>>1723704
This but didnt we also had some dynamite with us?

I'll be goin to sleep nao, the quest will continue again tomorrow when I'm able post from work.

>>1723698

>A) Cast the area in darkness by digging up and cutting off the power line before making your move

>>1723947
We took cigarettes qith us instead, I am sure they will play important role tonight

But seriously fuel might be our best bet

>>1727227
We could try to make a homemade flamethrower with the old mining equipment

You strike your pickaxe down onto the soil by the side of the road in your search of the powerline, after about half an hour of digging you eventually strike gold as the tip of the axe collides with something solid and causes sparks to fly off.

You punch your gloved hand into the hole and proceed to violently rip the remains of the cable out from the ground and watch with a satisfied grin as the lights go out from every nearby building and street lamp.

After making sure that your victims don't see you coming in the confusion of darkness, you head out to look for gas canisters to use in the next step of your master plan.

>Roll 1d100 to see if you can crash this party with no survivors

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Rolled 2 (1d100)

>>1727364

Rolled 57 (1d100)

>>1727364
>Gas canisters
>We have cigarettes and a lighter
Are we doing this General Shepherd style?

>>1727377
Yeah

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Successful roll, 57 beats 32

In your search you come across a nice little house whose owner is either not at home or a heavy sleeper as evident by the fact that you're not disturbed even when you break your way through the wooden garage door and find several jerry cans of gas along with propane tanks.

What do you wish to do with these items? (Describe a plan of action)

>>1727420
Spread the gasoline outside near the house to make escape harder, but don't limited it to this property, make a line to other houses nearby too for distraction later. Keep the propane near the street to possibly take out arriving police cars.

>>1727420
I'm assuming there's a backup generator on-site powering spotlights and stuff so the party can continue. I'm also assuming this is a pool party.

>Empty as many jerry cans as it takes to cover the patio, just one will probably do
>Ignite it with the lighter, starting from the outside and working in
>Kids scurry towards the pool to escape the flames
>Keep an eye out for runners, we can chase them while the kids are trapped
>Empty a propane tank over the pool, propane is denser than air but lighter than water so it'll float on the surface
>Make a show of pulling out the lighter, kids take a breath and dive
>Have a cigarette and wait for them to drown
>If they pop up, KABOOM!

>>1727420
>spread gasoline on the walls of nearby houses (if there are neightbours close by)
>surround the backyard with semi circle of gasoline
>break one of windows and dump one half full canister+propane tank inside.
>lit the whole thing
>charge the kids, by throwing one of gasoline canisters at them