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bakerstreet2013-12-16 07:12 pm
memelikeyoumeanit) wrote in bakerstreet2013-12-16 07:12 pm
THE BODY HORROR/HORROR MOVIE MEME.
Monsters, Mayhem, the deep darkness of the human soul. This is the meme for those tropes and ideals, the ones that change you and re-arrange you. Chose your side and follow the rules to horror movies in the following scenarios. Will you survive?
It goes without saying that this meme contains mature themes and is not appropriate for all audiences
1. Roll to decide, good guy or a bad guy.
2. Roll for your scenario.
3. Play it out, but stick to your sides.
4. So much profit it'll make your head spin.
1. You may be a victim, a cop, or the unwitting protagonist, but you are fundamentally good. There's no going back from that, something within you screams Do the right thing.
2. Whatever your reasons, whatever you do - you are a bad mamma jamma. You are making the choice to walk down the dark path regardless of it dominating your destiny. There is no going back. Do the wrong thing and enjoy it because it's fun as hell.
1. ANIMAL I HAVE BECOME.: the obligatory vampire/werewolf/zombie/sea monster meme. You've been cursed, you've been bitten, you're out to terrorize your town, make allies, and generally just give into the beastly side of your nature. You can become whatever you want. Just be warned there are people out there who want to hurt you.
2. THE DARKEST CURSE: So maybe you're not cursed to turn into something, but that doesn't mean there aren't plenty of ways that an enterprising witch or wizard could mess with you. Maybe you're growing tentacles, maybe you're gaining weight or losing weight maybe you're growing a third eye, whatever it is you're at the mercy of someone becoming something else entirely.
3. POSSESSION: demons, monsters, dead spirits, souls, or just bad places. You are no longer yourself. someone or something has crawled in there or been placed in there with you. Did you want this? Do you rejoice in it? Are your friends going to help you out?
4. 1970S SCIENCE FICTION Becoming mechanized, becoming a robot, being mutated by scientific or technology. It's something that we're afraid of. You are becoming One of Us. Will you fight or flee?
5. I'M JUST A MONSTER You're not becoming anything. Not physically at least. You are however mentally re-arranging yourself. Switch your alignment from good to bad or bad to good for this scenario and go at it. (It's the SAW/Torture option.)
6. WILDCARD do whatever you'd like, but: Keep to the roles you rolled and and B - during the thread one person must undergo a transformation of some sort.
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Then let's make them all jealous.
[He turns, missing the deteriorating state of her hand because of its position below his eye line, and bends down to allow her access to his back.]
When we reach the fountain, we'll be swans!
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i'm not an ugly duckling, am I?
[She means it in jest, of course, but when she raises her arms and finally catches the state of her hand she goes rigid with shock. It's too far removed from reality that she doesn't even scream; she stares at her hand in silent, wide-eyed horror - wondering, hoping, this isn't real as the face of the sick looking child from earlier leers at her from inside her head.]
Ma... Masaomi....
[She hasn't lapsed into hysteria yet. Still stuck on disbelief, she gives her diseased hand a light brush with her fingers. The skin sloughs off in thick peels of necrotized flesh and muscle. And now? Now is when she screams.]
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Masaomi quickly turns. His whirling gaze locks onto her shaking hand just as she screams. The reacting crowd surrounding them vanishes in an instant. All Masaomi can see is the discolored, splitting gore on a soft hand that he had held just before they parted earlier that day. He doesn't have time to question how it happened (bit by a dog? infection? illness?). He just pushes back to his feet and hugs her tight, hiding the grotesque sight with his own body.]
We have to get you to the hospital. Now. [Hastily, he reaches for her other wrist.] Let's go.
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We have to get you to the hospital. Now.
Despite the general din of Ikebukuro, his voice is the only thing she hears, and the only thing keeping her together because he's the only person it is worth trying for. Nodding and smiling weakly, she pointedly avoids looking down at her right hand and tries to keep her voice steady. However, just because she isn't looking at the infection doesn't mean that it isn't spreading. Her forearm is beginning to turn the same mottled blackish purple as her hand.]
I - ... okay. [She doesn't sound steady at all. In fact, she sounds as petrified as she looks and despite her assent, she doesn't move yet.] Okay - I'll.. we'll go. But promise to stay with me?
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[Rushed but intent. He squeezes her wrist and takes off with her right behind. He can't leave her now. For once, he's too panicked to think of running.
But how can he get her to where she needs to go? They're too far away. Dragging her on foot all the way to... Masaomi doesn't stop moving, guiding her away from the crowd, as close as he can get to the hospital, but he takes out his cellphone as they power walk down the sidewalk. Using shaky fingers, he only just manages to speed dial the right number.
119. Medical emergency.
The following phone conversation is short, frantic, and ends with Masaomi cursing into the screen before hanging up. Everything in his tone immediately shifts, all anger gone from his voice, the moment he turns back to Saki.]
They're expecting us two blocks ahead, okay? Come on.
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Did you call Izaya-san just now, Masaomi?
[It makes sense in its own roundabout way. That’s what she would have done in this situation. Her infected arm hangs limply in its socket. Already in an advanced state of decay, it swings grotesquely with the movements of her body. ]