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Cannibalistic Teddy Bears
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 Posted: Sat Nov 06, 2010 9:26 am
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Posted: Sat Nov 06, 2010 9:35 am
The local farm is found at the end of South Street, it handles livestock such as cows, chicken, ox, goat, horses, and grows vegetation like corn, carrots, cabage, and potatos. Only Farmer Anderson Jaydet formerly lived in and tended to the farm, which was a challenging duty. The farm is now running without a farmhand.
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Cannibalistic Teddy Bears
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Posted: Sat Nov 06, 2010 9:45 am
Staff  Anderson Jaydet (Deceased) Farmer Anderson lives lived alone on this two acre farm full of animals and plants that demand constant attention to keep maintained. He's recently taken action in persuing an unknown person or creature that has been draining the blood of his cows and killing them. Farmer Anderson has died from fighting the attacker of his livestock. The farm currently has no groundskeeper, the crops and animals will soon die if someone does not step in to run the farm.  Tildric Marion (Home-owner)Tildric Marion is a town squatter that just happened to find the right house at the wrong time. Here, Tildric resides inside the farmer's home, a two-story building suitable for a couple. With time and some effort, Tildric may transform many otherwise "out-dated" objects of interest into unique masterpieces through time.
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Posted: Sat Nov 06, 2010 10:08 am
Alice approached the farm in flight from behind, weaving out of the wall of trees and narrowly missing slamming into a thick branch. She was barely focusing on her flight path, the thought of food was overpowering her ability to think clearly. She landed roughly on a bail of hay in an ungaurded pen of cows. Alice nerously looked around for the man who ran the farm, walking quietly to a calf in the corner of the pen. She ran her fingers along the neck of the cow and leaned in, the smell of the cow was naturally putrid and made her squint slightly. She sank her fangs in and drew blood as the calf moaned in panic, bucking softly and eventually settling.
The sound of the pained calf not only alerted other cows to the danger, but it woke Farmer Anderson as well. He jolted out of his cot, grabbing the rusty pitchfork that rested on the wall by his bed. He ran out the back door and saw the sillhouette of the person resposible for his killed livestock. Sprinting, pitchfork raised, he ran at Alice full speed. "I've got you now!" he shouted angerly with teeth grit.
Alice was surprised, she didn't even hear him leave his home. She jumped back from the calf, having barely drinken any blood, and swung around to face the farmer running at her.
Farmer Anderson stabbed at Alice with the pitchfork sevral times, missing each time. "How dare you kill my cows! I'll kill you." he hissed furiously. He caught Alice off guard and sunk his pitchfork into her side, forcing it in deeply.
Alice screamed, she hadn't expected a mere farmer to be able to hit her. After a moment of panic, she grew angry, she snapped the pitchfork in half and grabbed the farmer by the throat. Her eyes turned from purple to red in a fit of rage, holding him by the throat until he suffocated. She dropped farmer Anderson and leaned down, biting into his neck and drinking his blood. After a few minutes, her eyes returned to purple as she stood up. She looked down at the deceased farmer and started shaking, "Oh god, what have i done!".
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Posted: Sat Nov 06, 2010 11:33 am
Alice stood paralyzed for a moment, "Di-.. Did i do this?.." she had no memory of what she had done a few minutes ago, almost as if she blacked out. She was trembling, she looked at her blood stained dress and her soaked hands, needing this proof that she had killed the man. As her eyes filled with tears, she sprout her wings once more and fled back to The Tainted Cathedral.
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Posted: Tue Nov 09, 2010 12:07 am
Joey walked out to the farm, the lights from the city glowed behind him but didn't quite reach this far. Small lanterns hanging along the fence posts lit his path.
'Something just isn't right here', he thought to himself.
He continued walking until he reached the barn, he pulled his bow staff off of his back and held it tight in his hands. He pushed the door open slowly. Upon entering he immediatly saw the dead farmer lying in the hay. The cow's were frantic and all huddled together against the far wall. Their eyes were wide and scared. A calf laid not too far from the dead farmer.
Joey leaned down to inspect the man. His neck was pierced and black caked blood was around the wound. There was also a dark purple bruise around the two puncture wounds.
Vampire instantly came to Joey's mind. He peered around in the barn while standing up. 'Russel needs to see this'
Before leaving he let the cows out of the pen with the dead man, and threw a bucket of grain into their trough.
He half ran back to town, looking over his shoulder like a frightened child.
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Posted: Fri Nov 12, 2010 5:14 pm
Rosemary looked at the small farm from Shadow's back. she wondered if the owners had any food for her horse. As they got closer she stopped, she smelled the unruling scent of dried blood. She stiffened and moved Shadow away from it. Bringing her back into town she didnt look back
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Posted: Fri Dec 10, 2010 9:40 am
The farm simply reeked of death as Alaster walked up to the wooden gates to the farm, simply hopping the low fence into the farm area where they kept livestock. Alaster walked towards the cow pens where he smelt the strongest odor of decaying flesh, stumbling upon farmer Jaydet's decaying body. Alaster gagged at the smell of the rotting bodies of few cows and the farmer, death didn't bother Alaster but the smell did. He pulled off his jacket and hung it on the door, walking up to the body. The only respectful thing he could think to do was bury the bodies of the livestock and Anderson Jaydet, knowing others possibly couldn't stomach the duty. He paused, turning to grab a shovel, digging the graves first would be smarter. Alaster did a body count, three of the nine cows died, two of thirteen chickens, one out of seven ox, four out of nine goats, farmer Jaydet, and thankfully no horses out of the thirteen died in the starvation. He walked out to a field behind the farm and took two hours digging one human-sized hole and ten larger holes for the starved livestock, walking back and carrying dead livestock by hand with a disgusted look on his face, taking at least thirty minutes to get all the animals in their graves. He walked back towards farmer Anderson Jaydet, I said i'd be back in an hour and it's been nearly three, i hope Lena isn't up yet,' he thought as he picked Anderson's limp body up, walking out and placing him in his grave far behind the farm in a field. He began to cover the bodies in dirt, patting the dirt down with the shovel. Alaster sighed as he finished, digging one last hole. He still needed blood, and a chicken would suffice. Alaster walked back to the farm and started spreading feed in ox pens, cow pens, goat, chicken, and horse pens to feed the animals that all raced to the food. He went back to the hen cages and pulled one out by the talons, walking outside and away from the view of the livestock. He sunk his fangs into the neck of the hen as he got to it's grave, drinking as much blood as he could before setting it in the hole and burying it. Alaster walked away from the twelve respectfully deep graves with the shovel, setting it back in the cow pen and grabbing his brown suit coat. Alaster walked to the farmer's house and took a shower inside to wash the smell of death off of his body, drying himself and getting back into his clothes. Alaster walked out and back down the road towards Central Plaza, Correction, most vampires kill the innocent, he thought as he walked down the road.
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Posted: Sat Dec 18, 2010 4:27 pm
Drew opened the small gate to the farm, he headed for the storage room, finding the door was locked, he raised his foot, and firmly kicked the door down, it hit the ground with a poof, as a cloud of dirt flew into the air, the whole farm reeked of death, so this little field trip would be quick.
He found two coils of rope on a shelf, and stuck it under his arm, finding a branding iorn that could be used for negotiation, he slipped that under his other arm, then finding the best thing ever, horse tranqulizer, again used for negotation.
He picked up the door, so it looked like it was locked tightly, he left the farm, and headed for the Wild Woods.
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Posted: Tue Dec 21, 2010 12:39 pm
The footsteps of Tildric were rapid in rhythm as the man ran towards the farm with his laptop case in hand and satchel around his waist. Nightfall was upon him, and it would not be long before a vampire or another creature of the dead chose him as their lucky snack. Of course, Tildric's anxiety grew worse as he stopped before the gates. " Ugh! What is that awful smell? Did something, or someone, die here?" With nightfall already here, though, Tildric could not turn back, for it had took him a good fifteen minutes to arrive at the farm. To make matters worse, someone had been here before Tildric had done so.
With considerable hestitation, the lanky male cautiously opened the gates and entered the farmland. As the human walked past the entrance, he froze in place as he caught sight of the graves recently dug for the twelve beings. "Good Belgium! That is what must be causing this stench...." Tildric wrinkled his nose as he passed the gravesite. Just before him stood the farmer's house, a strangly neglected structure that had its front door opened recently. Out of sheer concern for himself, Tildric withdrew his razor-sharp steel knife from his satchel before he crept into the farmer's house.
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Posted: Tue Dec 21, 2010 12:57 pm
Inside, the nauseating odor eased off somewhat, though Tildric could hardly shake off the smell from his memory. A tiny staircase roughly two people wide led upstairs to some rooms while a quick turn to his left would lead him to the living room, a location smelling rather slightly of moth-balls and fur. Hung on the wall was a boar's head, and before the fireplace laid a shaggy rug. Though warm and appealing to the countryman's sight, Tildric did not let this set-up to subdue him. "Hello? Might anyone be home?" Of course, Tildric had seen the graves, and he had a reason to suspect that someone would return soon to finish off what was left of the house. However, Tildric's exhaustion would lead him to sit down onto the sofa before his eyes closed for a much-needed sleep. Whatever caused the desertion of the house would not dare wake the teen up, or else there would be a fight if possible.
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Posted: Tue Dec 21, 2010 2:36 pm
Tildric opened his eyes to the tune of a bell striking twelve times. Great. The fools that owned this house before must have some clock upstairs, thought Tildric as he pushed himself up from the sofa. No one lives here. Just nice.... Perhaps I should stay here, if only for a little while...
Tildric glanced around the kitchen shortly after he arrived into the country-ish room. A crude range, sink, fridge, and countertops adorned what little the kitchen had. Hanging above the range were various pans, skillets, whisks, and some poorly-washed whiskey glasses that still reeked of alcohol. "Just great... This place needs some clean-up." With that said, Tildric continued out of the kitchen as he prepared to tour the former landlord's bedroom and water closet, much to the relief of his senses...
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Posted: Tue Dec 21, 2010 3:00 pm
"Wow. This is a relief!"
Expecting to see another disappointing room, Tildric's eyes widened as he instead found himself in a seemingly-cozy Master's bedroom. A tanned cow-hide cot was propped against the wall, appearing to be in good-condition upon closer inspection. On the side parallel to the side the head-side of the bed touched sat a pine-wood dresser made only from the trees from the nearby forestry. Overhead, an eight-candle chandelier burned hanged from the ceiling as its candle load continued to deliver a steady stream of light. Tildric smiled as he sat down onto the cot. Though there were some things that had to be fixed, Tildric could get quite used to using this place as a cozy shelter that promised a good future ahead. Oh, this was the life that Tildric wanted to know about, and now was his only opportunity to explore the house.
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Posted: Tue Dec 21, 2010 6:30 pm
Tildric stood up from his chair as he prepared to continue his exploration of the house. He started out of the bedroom and crossed the living room before meeting the stairway. Tildric silently crept up the creaky stairs, pausing every so often as to check his footing to ensure that the steps wouldn't break. Once at the top, Tildric prowled down the narrow corridor before he stopped between two wooden doors on opposite sides of the hallway. Tildric turned the doorknob of one of them before he entered a simple guest bedroom, a slightly musty room that was occupied only by a bed with an adjacent nightstand. The other room, too, was also found to contain only a single bed and dresser.
After stepping down through the stairwell, Tildric sat down on his leather couch in the living room once more before he reached for his laptop resting on the table. "Note to Tildric: Make sure that you find a competent furniture salesman sooner than later, for this house needs some improvement," commented Tildric as his machine finished loading up the desktop. Once more, Tildric resumed work on his program without attention to his surroundings.
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