Suzy’s Strange Saga
You might not know where you’re going to go, but staying around here seems like it will definitely lead to more death, namely yours.
“Guys, I’m making a run for it. I can’t do this.”
“Suzy, that asshole killed Klepto! We can’t just let these rednecks get away with that!” Lifto says.
“And they shot me in the ass!” Fatty adds.
“And I killed one of them, granted it was an accident, but that’s probably why they’re shooting at us! They aren’t completely at fault for thinking we’re here to hurt them. In fact they’re completely correct in that assessment given that you all want to get revenge. Look, I’m getting the hell out of here, and I hope the rest of you are with me on this. It sucks what happened to Klepto, but if we stay here, we’re going to end up like he did!” you exclaim.
Lifto and Fatty are both unmoved by your words and tell you quite colorfully how disappointed they are in you. Shrimpy however is silent, and then passes his assault rifle to Lifto.
“Here. At least lay down a bit of covering fire while we run for it.” Shrimpy says.
“You’re… you’re leaving? Wow…Shrimpy. I could’ve understood if you had stuck with the rest of the dwarves back at the carnival, but looks like you were just following Suzy’s ass the whole time.” Lifto remarks.
“Think whatever you want. Just cover us.”
“Fine. But given everything we’ve been through, I’m starting to think this girl is a fucking jinx and following her is just going to get you killed.” Lifto remarks.
“Well then you should be successful in blasting those farmers then, you ready or not?”
Lifto reloads the rifle and without another word begins firing on the farmhouse. You and Shrimpy both sprint away from the truck as fast as you can hoping that you don’t get hit.
Fortunately it seems that the farmer is focusing on the immediate threat, which is Lifto. You don’t look back you just continue running and try to keep as low as possible.
Eventually you get yourself lost in some high grass. You hear someone still running close behind.
“Shrimpy?”
“Yeah, its me. (Whew) I think we’re far enough now. Hold on, (pant) let me catch up to you. Damn grass is too high for me.” you hear him say.
“Follow my voice. Wait, I can hear you, let me just…” you begin to say and turn around to walk in the direction of his voice.
Unfortunately you don’t notice the bear trap on the ground. You must’ve just missed it when you ran this way before, but you don’t miss it this time.
The device springs and your left leg is suddenly crushed by a forty pound snapping jaw made of metal. Your leg is most certainly broken, and you are most certainly in more pain than you could ever imagine.
Before you start to go into shock from the pain, you scream loud enough that Shrimpy definitely hears you and runs in your direction.
“Oh my god, oh Suzy, oh shit!” he exclaims.
“I…I…(sob) I…(sob)” you can’t even form a coherent sentence; you’re on the verge of passing out and crying uncontrollably.
Shrimpy attempts to pull the trap open, but he isn’t quite strong enough and just causes you more agony.
“NO! (sob) Just…(sob) I…(sob)” you cry out.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’ll get help! Just hang on!” Shrimpy says and runs back in the direction of the farmhouse.
You don’t stop him and between the crying and wishing that you never left the basement you soon fall unconscious from shock and pain.
You don’t know how long you’re out for, but when you come to, you wish you hadn’t.
“Knew it would be a good idea to lay dem traps out here. Never know who might be sneakin’ through this tall grass.” You see a large man in overalls carrying a shotgun say as he prods you with the barrel of the weapon.
“Please…help…” is all you can utter.
“Help? Like you and your evil clown friends helped each other in killing my boy and tryin’ to kill the rest of my family? I dunno what sort of fucked up psychos y’all are, but you messed with the wrong family this day. Say hi to your friends in clown hell, bitch.”
You weakly put your hands in front of your face and then the farmer pulls the trigger.
“Guys, I’m making a run for it. I can’t do this.”
“Suzy, that asshole killed Klepto! We can’t just let these rednecks get away with that!” Lifto says.
“And they shot me in the ass!” Fatty adds.
“And I killed one of them, granted it was an accident, but that’s probably why they’re shooting at us! They aren’t completely at fault for thinking we’re here to hurt them. In fact they’re completely correct in that assessment given that you all want to get revenge. Look, I’m getting the hell out of here, and I hope the rest of you are with me on this. It sucks what happened to Klepto, but if we stay here, we’re going to end up like he did!” you exclaim.
Lifto and Fatty are both unmoved by your words and tell you quite colorfully how disappointed they are in you. Shrimpy however is silent, and then passes his assault rifle to Lifto.
“Here. At least lay down a bit of covering fire while we run for it.” Shrimpy says.
“You’re… you’re leaving? Wow…Shrimpy. I could’ve understood if you had stuck with the rest of the dwarves back at the carnival, but looks like you were just following Suzy’s ass the whole time.” Lifto remarks.
“Think whatever you want. Just cover us.”
“Fine. But given everything we’ve been through, I’m starting to think this girl is a fucking jinx and following her is just going to get you killed.” Lifto remarks.
“Well then you should be successful in blasting those farmers then, you ready or not?”
Lifto reloads the rifle and without another word begins firing on the farmhouse. You and Shrimpy both sprint away from the truck as fast as you can hoping that you don’t get hit.
Fortunately it seems that the farmer is focusing on the immediate threat, which is Lifto. You don’t look back you just continue running and try to keep as low as possible.
Eventually you get yourself lost in some high grass. You hear someone still running close behind.
“Shrimpy?”
“Yeah, its me. (Whew) I think we’re far enough now. Hold on, (pant) let me catch up to you. Damn grass is too high for me.” you hear him say.
“Follow my voice. Wait, I can hear you, let me just…” you begin to say and turn around to walk in the direction of his voice.
Unfortunately you don’t notice the bear trap on the ground. You must’ve just missed it when you ran this way before, but you don’t miss it this time.
The device springs and your left leg is suddenly crushed by a forty pound snapping jaw made of metal. Your leg is most certainly broken, and you are most certainly in more pain than you could ever imagine.
Before you start to go into shock from the pain, you scream loud enough that Shrimpy definitely hears you and runs in your direction.
“Oh my god, oh Suzy, oh shit!” he exclaims.
“I…I…(sob) I…(sob)” you can’t even form a coherent sentence; you’re on the verge of passing out and crying uncontrollably.
Shrimpy attempts to pull the trap open, but he isn’t quite strong enough and just causes you more agony.
“NO! (sob) Just…(sob) I…(sob)” you cry out.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’ll get help! Just hang on!” Shrimpy says and runs back in the direction of the farmhouse.
You don’t stop him and between the crying and wishing that you never left the basement you soon fall unconscious from shock and pain.
You don’t know how long you’re out for, but when you come to, you wish you hadn’t.
“Knew it would be a good idea to lay dem traps out here. Never know who might be sneakin’ through this tall grass.” You see a large man in overalls carrying a shotgun say as he prods you with the barrel of the weapon.
“Please…help…” is all you can utter.
“Help? Like you and your evil clown friends helped each other in killing my boy and tryin’ to kill the rest of my family? I dunno what sort of fucked up psychos y’all are, but you messed with the wrong family this day. Say hi to your friends in clown hell, bitch.”
You weakly put your hands in front of your face and then the farmer pulls the trigger.
