Rampaging Ronda: Sweet dreams
From Create Your Own Story
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| - | Why bother with a prey that has already been chewed when you can take on a much nicer option you think as you let the girl flee from you. | + | Why bother with a prey that has already been chewed on when you can take on a much nicer option, you think as you let the girl flee from you. |
You climb on the façade of the building towards that third floor window you’ve spotted from your flat. The window is unlocked. You silently slip into the room. | You climb on the façade of the building towards that third floor window you’ve spotted from your flat. The window is unlocked. You silently slip into the room. | ||
| - | The teenager in the bed is deeply asleep. You move closer, lean forward and gently sink your fangs into the frail neck of your first victim. | + | The teenager in the bed is deeply asleep. You move closer, lean forward and gently sink your fangs into the frail neck of your first victim. He doesn't wake up, only sights with unease. |
His blood, raging with hormones, brings warmth to your every cell. Your drinking, which is at first gentle and shy becomes more and more frantic. Like an animal you rip his throat. Grunting and panting you take his life. A red veil falls in front of your eyes. | His blood, raging with hormones, brings warmth to your every cell. Your drinking, which is at first gentle and shy becomes more and more frantic. Like an animal you rip his throat. Grunting and panting you take his life. A red veil falls in front of your eyes. | ||
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More… | More… | ||
| - | You explore the | + | You explore the building for more. |
The parents? You bathe in their blood. | The parents? You bathe in their blood. | ||
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The neighbors? Piles of corpses on every floor. | The neighbors? Piles of corpses on every floor. | ||
| - | You reach the street, Dustin and Angelika are waiting for you, holding each other. | + | You reach the street, Dustin and Angelika are waiting for you, holding each other's hand. |
You smile, tonight is going to be glorious. | You smile, tonight is going to be glorious. | ||
Current revision as of 05:13, 10 June 2011
Why bother with a prey that has already been chewed on when you can take on a much nicer option, you think as you let the girl flee from you.
You climb on the façade of the building towards that third floor window you’ve spotted from your flat. The window is unlocked. You silently slip into the room.
The teenager in the bed is deeply asleep. You move closer, lean forward and gently sink your fangs into the frail neck of your first victim. He doesn't wake up, only sights with unease.
His blood, raging with hormones, brings warmth to your every cell. Your drinking, which is at first gentle and shy becomes more and more frantic. Like an animal you rip his throat. Grunting and panting you take his life. A red veil falls in front of your eyes.
More…
You explore the building for more.
The parents? You bathe in their blood.
The big sister? You feast on her entrails.
The neighbors? Piles of corpses on every floor.
You reach the street, Dustin and Angelika are waiting for you, holding each other's hand.
You smile, tonight is going to be glorious.
