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Following the path down the side of the mountain I couldn't help noticing a feeling of oppressive darkness, getting stronger the closer I came to the edge of the Forest. The feeling got to the point where I had my M14 just shy of full combat ready. About fifteen feet from the forest boundary I froze stiff, I could SMELL something rotten in the air. The pungent smell was fighting a battle with my senses. My stomach was giving me all the indications of a serious attempt to turn itself inside out. Crouching down I started to study the area in a attempt to figure out what was making this vile roadkill smell.
After a full minute of scanning and not seeing anything that could be what I was smelling, I was about to continue into the forest when. “Crack.....” snapping my head in the direction of the source of the noise I spotted a dog staring at me no more then twenty feet away.
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It was a mangy.. scrawny thing, Yellow in color with greenish-yellow drool dripping from its jaws. The pupils in its eyes were so large there was not a hint of anything else. Crouched there, I instantly broke out into a cold sweat. I knew full well what that drool most likely meant...Rabies or some version of it. Unhappily my rifle wasn't pointed in the right direction. I would have to raise it up about a foot and at the same time turn my body about thirty degrees to the right just to get this mongrel into my sights.
Keeping my eyes locked with the smelly hound from hell, I oh so slowly moved my rifle to the right. Soon as I moved the pup took a step and let out a low growl. Freezing again I couldn't help thinking about those nature shows where the lion was stalking its prey one step at a time. This dog was acting exactly like a lion on the hunt, And I was to be dinner.
Shaken, I realized that the only way I was going to survive this without getting bitten was to roll the dice and hope i was quick enough. Somehow the mangy thing seemed to sense my intentions. Soon as I made up my mind it crouched down and with astonishing speed launched itself at me. Suddenly Time seemed to slow down, Turning my body it felt like I was submerged in a vat of glue. 'Blink' The dog was five feet closer. It seemed to take agonizing minutes to bring my weapon to bear. 'Blink' Finally having my rifle in line with the critter it was only six feet away. Pulling the trigger a loud “BOOOOOM' rang out and rolled crossed the valley the sound being weirdly distorted by the time dilation. At that point Time seemed to return to normal and the critter plowed into me “Crunch” knocking me ass over teakettle. I cried out “eyaaaaaaaahhhh” Coming to a stop I scrambled up onto my knees as fast as I could and wondered why the ugly critter wasn't chewing me a new asshole.
Looking back to where I had been crouching down before the ugly train hit me. I saw the mangy mutt laying still on the ground. At that moment one of those infernally annoying blue boxes popped up with its accompanying equally annoying ding noise.
Ding
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New quest available
Quest Name: Old Yella was a good Dawg
Quest:
Go to the village of Washburn and inform
Tommy Washburn what happened to his dawg.
Rewards
Unknown
500 points Familiarity with the residents of Washburn
-100 Familiarity with Tommy Washburn
Failure
-500 Familiarity with the residents of Washburn
Quest Cannot Be Refused ….Time limit: 5 days
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'Well that just sucks, damned if I do damned if I don't. Poor kid' I thought. Keeping my m14 pointed at old yella I got back up onto my feet with a loud groan. I felt like one of those poor idiots who fall and get trampled at the mall on black Friday. Looking myself over I thankfully didn't see any sign's of any wounds, Just some bruises. Letting out a low whistle I sent a quick prayer to lady luck for my good fortune.
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Making sure to keep my m14 pointed at the smelly mutt, I eased my way closer and around to the side to get a better look. I was pretty sure that the dog was dead considering I got a quest to go tell the village about what happened. I still took no chances, Rabies is no joke and I somehow do not think this world has a vaccine for it. Then again..I might be wrong, This world did have magic.
Stepping around the critter I finally saw where my shot hit it. The entrance wound was smack dab in the center of its chest, it looked like it punched right on through and shattered its spine on the way out of its back. I and my stomach both seemed to be thinking the same thing. 'gruesome' The smell that was rolling off the dog In almost visible waves, also wasn't making me feel any better ether. Once again thanking lady luck I turned around and headed into the forest.
As I walked down the narrow path I couldn't help but think about what just happened. I thought to myself 'In someway that I could not explain time seemed to have slowed down to a crawl. 'Maybe time didn't slow... but my perception of time' I was definitely going to have to ask someone about this strange effect. I needed to know if I could learn how to control it or if it was just something that randomly happens. If I could control the effect it would give me a great advantage. But if it was just some sort of random occurrence...Things could go wrong very quickly. Putting thoughts about the fight and the strange time slowing mystery temporarily out of mind, I focused entirely on my surroundings once more.
Thankfully The further away I got from the dead critter the less I could smell it. After ten minutes of following the trail the smell blessedly was gone. Moving along at a fairly decent clip while still making sure of my surroundings I soon came to a small meadow in the forest. Slowing down considerably I cautiously approached, looking out across the meadow I saw a strange sight. There was what looked like a 3 foot tall rabbit sitting on a large rock in the middle of the meadow. I say 'Looked like' only because it had a vaguely passing resemblance to a rabbit. At this point i wondered if i should just put on a dress, change my name to Allice and go in search of the Queen of hearts.
The Critter was sitting down on the rock with its back turned towards me. It was easily three feat tall and had ears that looked a lot like a rabbits but were sticking straight up and constantly turning back and forth like a radar dish. 'Maybe I should nickname this critter Radar Wabbit' I think to myself. Remembering my last encounter with a critter I decided to act cautiously. Moving just inside the forest edge I made my way clockwise to a spot where I could see the front of Mr Radar Wabbit. Moving a fern out of the way I looked out onto the meadow, The critter was still sitting on his rock about fifty yards away. His chest was covered in what looked like blood, In its hands it was holding what looked like another of its kind heads.
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As I watched from behind the fern, I shuddered at what I was witnessing. At that moment in my mind Mr Radar wabbit turned from a cute bunny into MR Cannibal Daemon Bunny from hell. Looking around to see if the bunny from hell had any friends I did not see anything amiss. Lifting up my M14 and sighting In on the critter I smiled to myself and thought 'Elmer Fudd eat yer heart out'. Putting my sights red dot on the critters head I slowly breathed in and let it out half way, holding my breath I pulled the trigger. “BOOOM”
Down range the Bunny from hell's head suddenly turned into a pink mist that went one way while its body flopped down the other. Seeing the results of my shot I yelled out “BOOOM HEADSHOT BABY!” In retrospect... I really probably shouldn't have yelled out like that..Heck what can I say I was happy with my shot. Getting back onto my feat I moved out of the treeline and was about thirty feet away from the now headless daemon bunny when out of the corner of my eye I saw a flash of white.
Snapping my head around I instantly regretted my decision to pop Mr Bunny in the head and break cover like a complete noob. Hopping faster then a dog could run there were three more of the fuckers closing In on me posthaste. Bringing my m14 up to my shoulder I flipped the selector from single shot to full auto. Taking in a good sight picture of the closest I fired off a short three round burst. “BOOMBOOMBOOM” Seeing the little bastard crumple I moved onto the next one “BoomBoomBoom” three rounds one hit..each time. Not having the time to switch back to semiautomatic I just stroked the trigger lightly on the last bunny.”Boomboom”
Seeing that all the evil little bastards were dead I quickly loaded in a new magazine. About the time I finished reloading a sound reached my ears that turned my blood into ice water. “Rumble snap Rumble crash” It sounded exactly like a stampede of small furry feet heading in my direction. Not bothering to even look towards the sound I ran to the edge of the meadow and down the path as fast as my legs could take me.
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Might get part 3 done before bed.. not sure its midnight atm :P nope. Not tonight. CLIFF Hanger dropped by.