Natalie
Game: Lab 2
Played By: Natalie
Role: Prisoner
Quote: "*He sadly glanced at Natalie, wondering what the chances were of ever scoring another one. Ninefingers did a good job of note keeping, but the lass was on another level*" - Niney
Death: Patterson as Frosti snapping her neck in the silence room.
Memorable Moment(s):
- Her flawless notetaking, which she'd sometimes utilize to call Frosti out on his many contradictions.
- Acting as a mother hen in the tumultuous Group F.
- Her eventual mutiny of the Red King.
-- King Frostilicious walked into the centre of the room and smiled. He sidled onto the bench next to Natalie and grinned. She glared with revulsion as he smiled.
"What's wrong Nat? Murder a guy and can't even say hello?"
She moved away as the group watched intently.
Then she let out a scream as the king picked her up full bodily by the neck. He turned to look as the others as he snapped hard. She fell down to the ground, motionless.
The King turned to look at the group calmly.
Mark
Game: Lab 3
Played By: Samm
Role: Anachronism
Quote: "#boy #girl #oppression #labyrinth #irony #ironichashtags #hashtag #instatoner #instalove #likeforlike #instafollow #death #deadly #mission #deadlymission #moreopression" - Mark
Death: Killed by Brie using Tyron's power to throw his knife back at him.
Memorable Moment(s):
- Winding back time to initiate the Scumpocalypse.
- His hilarious hipster posts.
- Team up with Brie.
- Tying up the General underneath a falling stalactite.
-- He put his hand in the pack and grabbed the knife.
It needed to just be him.
He concentrated and focused on the link in his mind they had. Then with all of his energy he concentrated. Time to make it go away. Suddenly the link began to falter until it collapsed into a million pieces.
Then he was alone, well and truly.
He hesitated. They were still better off as a team. She had more power than he did but he knew she was waiting to do it to him, he just knew. If he didn't hit first, would she? He couldn't risk it. Now or never.
He flung the knife forth with all of his strength. The world seemed to move in slow motion as Brie turned to look, fear and confusion spreading across her face. Then her expression changed to something much darker.
She leaped into the air, grabbing the knife mid-throw by the blade. She span it around in her hand, shaking her head with a bitter scowl and then throwing it back hard.
There was a sickening squelch and Mark felt pain spread through his abdomen. He knew this time he wouldn't go back. He knew this time it was over.
He didn't understand....he just didn't. How did she....how had she....?
He looked up as the strength drained out of him. Brie glared down at him bitterly.
"H-h-how...."
That made her smile, but it was a smile which had a touch of menace to it.
"Parker left me two little gifts. The first was his power for which I'm always very grateful. The second..."
She pulled the knife out with another horrifying squelch. Mark felt the blood pool around him quicker.
"Let's just say I'm having to fight the urge to exit North, right now."
Tyron's power.
It was almost poetic, when you thought about it. At least he had a poetic death.
