Friday The Thirteen... thousandth.

[Lerxst]

To set the stage:



Welcome to the newly established geriatric colony of "Git Off Me Lawn!", where every resident is a frail, near blind, senior citizen that suffers Dementia. (not kidding either)

After a few days of settling, the seniors attracted a lovely, 52 year old, frail old female Psychopath as a "nurse"... who would regularly berate them before throwing her back out and being near-worthless at anything.

Things were slow going at first... and to the very end.

Meet John, also known as The Butcher of "Get Off Me Lawn!", in more ways than one. After the psychic drone had passed, leaving their nurse, who doubled as their gardener, writhing in agony for a few days, John took matters into his own hands and proceeded to do... well, "live up to his name" on her. Lying there with her guts in her hand, bleeding all over the place, the base's "Doctor" (on his good days, where he wasn't prancing around naked, singing Zippidy Doo Dah) took her in and patched her up.

In a later conversation, John let it slip that he had been a street thug in the past and racked up quite a kill list with that butcher's knife of his (15 skill in melee). He then proceed to kiss the dog goodnight and cut a rabbit's head off with his knife before sleeping on the ground and mumbling about gophers.

The one hunter... Beld... who everyone assumed could hunt since he was the only who hadn't shot himself in the foot at some point, was out on a muffalo hunting mission when he spotted an incoming tribal. "No problem" he thought, as he continued to shoot the muffalo, forgetting the tribal was only a few feet away from him.

As he was getting brutalized by the stabby end of the tribal's knife, he was overheard to ask what time the train comes by. Luckily, John was not too far behind and cut the tribal's arm off with his trusty knife.

Unfortunately, Beld forgot he was in a fair amount of pain from the stab marks on his face, and continued to shoot some more muffalo. To this day, that now one-eyed muffalo is still wandering around, telling his friends about that crazy old guy who spent 3 days shooting him.

Beld succumbed to his wounds 1 day after he gave up on his muffalo hunt. The colony food supply had also run out that same day so, their psychopathic nurse did what any psychopathic nurse would. They weren't quite sure which meat-stack used to be Beld and which was the Tribal's, but it all tasted the same to them... Raw Cannibalism.

The dog was John's first victim in his violent rampage. After taking a beating but still managing to stagger through it, John's nurse decided to restrain "her" senior. The 52 year old women was no match for the frail, old, blind, senile butcher. Two stabs through the chest and she was down.

William was annoyed that the screaming and swearing being thrown back and forth in this bloodbath had disrupted his cloud-watching. So after a bit of a scuffle, that took the old blind men half a day, William finally smacked John in the head with the butt of his rifle. Then he looked down and remembered he had a rifle from somewhere??

After dragging his homicidal roommate back into the base, forgetting to eat or do pretty much any other life-sustaining activity, William fell asleep.

On a good note, John recovered from his 20 different injuries enough to walk outside again. Then he forgot to be happy once more and wet on another homicidal rampage, reliving his street gang days on the 3 visitors who arrived at the doorstep.

Unfortunately for John, they were much younger than he was and knew how to use their firearms. 3 more bullets to the torso and John was sprawled out on the ground, crying out in agony.

At this time, William had come down with a severe infection and decided lying in bed was more important that helping his screaming roommate, eating, or doing much of anything really. William was last seen humming happily in bed, drenched in his own blood, smelling of rotting flesh while conducting the London Symphony Orchestra in his head.

John, now suffering from hypothermia in addition to the countless other injuries, was conscious enough to see the raiders coming and greeted them with a smile, mistaking them for the postman as one picked him up and carried him away.

Poor raiders... if only they knew.

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Haha that was long, but pretty good, let's hope the raiders don't just eat him

[Lerxst]

Dementia  and a god-like ability with a knife aren't a safe combo! I'm sure, in slasher movie for, John will come back form the dead to dice up more victims.