BARITONES

[idolpro]

[you find yourself in this derelict village, with not a soul to be seen—but before you is this station wagon:



for all intents and purposes, this baby is a simple "honk, steer, pedal to go, brakes to stop" vehicle that anyone with opposable thumbs can drive. despite its age, it does have a handy GPS system that displays paths you can take, but fails to identify anything like landmarks or other worldly features. last but not least: its paint job is done in your unit's color!

The following can be found in the trunk/dashboard:
• Icepicks
• These 5 Bone Saws
• A surgical set
• A single miniature of 99 Bananas
• one large first aid kit containing nothing but bandages and bandaids]

Comments

[586]

[ his growling growls more intense as she starts cutting through the bone. blood seeps out of his mouth as he tries to keep from moving ( though emet's doing a good job of keeping him still ). at least the frostbite won't kill him. an arm is... it's fine. he can get another. ]

[failedsafe]

[She's sorry, but doesn't tell him so. It won't do any good, won't matter. This is the best thing she can offer. When she reaches the bone she applies more force, but evens her breathing to keep her arm precise. She doesn't want it getting caught, for pieces to snap, or most importantly, to in any way prolong his suffering.]

[586]

[ this is the better option. he would have gnawed his own arm off if emet had let him, and that would have been infinitely more painful and time consuming. she's halving that, at least. ]

[ as soon as she gets through the dead limb he settles down a bit more, trying to force himself back into the corner. he hates this. he hates this so much. he's busted, useless, weak, and deserving of death. who can he protect now, no one, not even himself. ]