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Message: <blockquote data-quote="KitanaVorr" data-source="post: 796404" data-attributes="member: 9167"><a href="http://boss.streamos.com/real/interscope/marilynmanson/residentevil/audio/00_reunion.ram" target="_blank"> Clairemont Mansion</a><a href="http://enworld.cyberstreet.com/showthread.php?s=&postid=771805#post771805" target="_blank">1st Floor – Entrance Hall</a>Isaac GoldsteinYour hand fumble along the wall, along the corners, looking for candlestick holders, but you realize that the holders are nothing you can use.  Just indentions in the wood or beautiful plates with fat candles on them that show you that you have less than 3 minutes of light left.  The room has definitely dimmed.  Over in one corner of the mantel, on the bookshelf you spot 2 more unlit candles way in the back.Maria MorenoYour hands are sweaty, your wit is nearly gone and all you can think of is trying to subdue this thing until it is nothing but a hunk of pounded flesh on the floor.  Whether the grip is loose, or the others swings interfering with yours, you can't seem to connect...and when you do, the creature hardly seems affected.Amisha PatelDid it stumble?  You could have sworn it did just as a claw comes out and rakes its fingernails along your forearm, causing you to yelp in pain despite yourself.Mike SmithYour careful eyes glance over the creature as you thud it with your weapon, noting possible weaknesses.    Again, though you contact with its body heavily, the creature doesn't even look fazed by your strike.Yuri BorzakovskyYour hands move tenderly over the woman, doctor's hands that know what's right and what's wrong.  The wound smells, of the creature's breath.  Though bleeding, it didn't look too serious...just disturbing to see the half-moons of a human mouth imprinted upon her ragged skin.The smell bothers you though...something about it seems wrong.  Your inner warning signal, the one that all doctors rely on, goes off like a blazing alarm. Anders CarlsonNothing seems to hit...nothing seems to work and all the while the creature is using you for its very own scratching post.  Finally with a burst of strength that you didn't even know you had, the wooden table leg goes <a href="http://www.matthawkins.co.uk/soundfx/weapons/smash.wav" target="_blank">smashing into the creature head</a>, taking it clear off the shoulders.  The head flies into Amisha who barely ducks it.The body twitches before <a href="http://www.matthawkins.co.uk/soundfx/misc/thud_bodyfall.wav" target="_blank">dropping to the ground</a> like a lifeless doll even as the smashed head rolls to a stop by the fireplace, its cranium now a bowl of mushy red and pink.<a href="http://enworld.cyberstreet.com/showthread.php?s=&postid=796384#post796384" target="_blank">All is silent again in the hall except for the frightened breathing and stink of sweat and fear lies on everyone's mouth.</a></blockquote>

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