RAF GAME 12 Round 2, five alive

Five figures gathered in the corn field.
All wearing similar white robes, but five very different figures indeed.

"We are gathered here me brothers and sisters!" proclaimed one, a cigar in his mouth.
"We are gathered" murmured his companions

"We are gathered, and the fat lady is about to sing!"
"We are gathered"

"We are gathered, because we know the end is nigh"
"We are gathered"

"We are gathered my friends, because we know the way to paradise"
"To paradise"

"What the fuck are they doing now??" wolfy whispered tersely
"Still chanting I think"
Wolfy cursed his luck at drawing the short straw and having to watch the pig's back while he had all the fun, the two dart guns were his for crying out loud.
No justice
No justice at all.

Well, no justice in the system, but him and pig, they'd had enough of the system, Tattersail would pay for what she did to that cat, pay dear.

"Why are we shooting her full of this muck instead of cyanide again?" demanded pig, pulling the wolf from his reverse
"slows the blood, immobilises them, it will make what we do to her feel like an eternity".
oh yes, an eternity.

"Well I'll needa take the shots soon, they're drinking and dancing, won't be able to hit her if they get anymore antsy"
"Do it, when they drop the others will flee"

Pft
Pft

The five figures were gyrating and spinning frantically, he poison rushing through their veins, accelerating their heart rates and reactions, heightening their senses until their bodies could take no more.
Tattersail suddenly stopped, hands feeling for the source of the minute pain digging into her back.
Suddenly sober and clear, body functioning perfectly, she drew out the darts that had struck her, they looked so small, Tattersail looked at them in wonder, as her 4 compatriots finally collapsed, writhing in extasy on the ground, convulsing as life fled bodies.

"What the fuck????"
"What what???" demanded wolf, panicked by pigs fearful tone.

"Unfortunate choice of poison, lucky for you wolfy, I'd hate to have to kill you"
Wolf turned slowly to face the voice, a calm, dark haired man regarded him
"I suggest you absent yourself, I have business with the pig"

Wolfy fled, the sharp smell of.burning spice in his nostrils.
As he ran he heard a deep roar, closely followed by a high pitched squealling, abrupty silenced.

ST, Roldom, Pathos and Cents shot themselves, with no attacks, they died.
Tatts, shot herself, and was attacked, so survived.
Wolfy shot Tatts, Tatts survived.
Jade hog shot Tatts, tarts survived.
Meszreb shot jade hog, jade hog did not survive

So, round 2, still living:

Meszreb
Wolfy
Tattersail.

Choices asap please
apologies formtyping.and spelling, this is.from my phone

This post has been edited by Macros: 17 August 2012 - 11:03 AM

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RAF GAME 12 Round 2, five alive ready? aim... fire!

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