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[orangetoughguy]

[The audio begins right in the middle of some kind of dialogue?]

--just picked up the lantern. I'm putting it together...

[Some creaking creepy ambient sounds.] Okay I left the room.

I'm walkin'...

I'm walkin'...

I'm walkin'...

I'm--[The sound of some awful groaning.]--AHHHHHHHHHHHH MY GOD. [Groooooaaan.] AHHHHHHHHHHH. [Grooooaaaan.] AHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

[Some asshole laughs.] You dumb fuck you're gonna die.

OH MY FUCKING GOD. WHERE DO I GO. WHAT DO I DO.

I'M GONNA DIE! I'M GONNA--[If "fklsajdlakscadfak" could be a sound.]

[ooc: Inspired by this, supported by this.]

Comments

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[pinkeffinprofessional]

Can you hit it with the lantern?

1/3

[whitetwoguns]

[What the fuck was that?]

....

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[orangetoughguy]

IT'S KILLING ME. IT'S KILLING ME WHAT THE FUCK.

PAUSE PAUSE PAUSE PAUSE PAUSE.

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[pinkeffinprofessional]

How is pausing going to help? When you unpause the son of a bitch will still be there.

2/3

[whitetwoguns]

[He can move quietly in the dark, not much needed though. Just a gun. The screaming keeps going. Better get a-move on. Down the stairs he goes, creeping. The glow of the TV makes it all eerie.]

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[orangetoughguy]

FUCK YOU I'M FUCKIN' DYIN' HERE I'M FUCKIN' DYIN'.

[Oh gosh is that a whine.]

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[pinkeffinprofessional]

Can you restart?

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[whitetwoguns]

Don't move a fuckin' step.

[Click...the safety is off. Mr. White means business.]

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[orangetoughguy]

OH FUCK--

[Someone just got spooked...right out of his chair. The floor is not kind to Freddy Newendyke.]

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[orangetoughguy]

[THUNK. The sound of someone toppling right out of his chair.]

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[pinkeffinprofessional]

Holy shit.

You still there?

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[whitetwoguns]

Get up.

[That one's for you, mister. Larry slowly moves to the lights and flicks them on to better see the attack---er what the fuck is this?

Mr. White is in his plaid pj pants and shirt, oh and he's quite armed.]

The fuck is all the noise about?

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[orangetoughguy]

[Peering over the chair now.]

Fuck, you fuckin' scared me, man.

[Fumbling a bit with the network equipment on the table.]

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[orangetoughguy]

[A moment later, he's back.]

You're an asshole.

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[pinkeffinprofessional]

It's so fucking scary it gave you a fucking heart attack?

voice;

[orangetoughguy]

You're an asshole for talkin' me into this! Jesus Christ.

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[pinkeffinprofessional]

You're not giving up, are you? I didn't think you were a pussy.

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[whitetwoguns]

[Since he woke up out of bed of all things, Larry takes a look around before he tucks the gun into his waistband of those pj pants.]

What're you doing?

[The old man rubs one eye with the heel of his hand. No answer still? He takes a look at the equiptment.]

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[orangetoughguy]

I almost shit my pants.

[Almost, but didn't. Thank God. Freddy gets up to his feet, still a little shook up from the experience. Worst way to come down from a high.]

...Playin' a game.

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[orangetoughguy]

I'm not a pussy just an idiot for letting you talk me into it.

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[pinkeffinprofessional]

It's just proof.

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[whitetwoguns]

[He backhands Freddy in the arm. Not too hard but it's audible.]

I about had a heart attack. Jesus.

[Arms cross as he leans over the gear, still examining.]

Don't look like so much.

[neverplay]

What the hell's going on?

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[orangetoughguy]

[Ow. He gives Larry a pitiful look...which quickly dissipates when the old man's examining the game itself.]

Don't touch that don't touch that.

[It's on pause cause he was trying to buy time for an escape route, and not piss himself. Oh while he's at it, he turns the audio function off. Fff.]

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[orangetoughguy]

Proof that you're an asshole.

[Orange vaguely recalls telling Pink something important before they started playing.]