aphanon_meme | part 359 survival horror tropes

part 359 survival horror tropes

Hello again meme! Can you believe all these new updates? I love it! I hope we see more historical stuff, though ~~and not just emperors~~. Also more of that Denmark, whatta guy.

Enjoy part 359!

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[Almost trips over him while he's trying to make his way out of the barn with the pitchfork]

Denmark?

[It could be the sleep deprivation, but Germany knows the signs of a hangover all too well, and he's fairly sure he's seeing them right now]

[~~Rocky?~~]

[he is most certainly seeing them]

[rolls over, STILL COVERED IN HAY and cuddling his crayfish]

[he's thinking of calling her Luisa]

Whaaaaa, whaddya waaaaaaant?

[Yes. That's definitely a hung-over nation]

[Give him a second to process this]

Edited 2015-02-07 00:13 (UTC)

You...!

We're in the middle of a deathmatch! This is the least appropriate time to get drunk!!

[clamps his hands over his ears OH MY GOD WITH THE SCREAMING]

Volume! Volume!

[they were going to make him choose who to kill! it's the most appropriate time to get drunk!]

[Germany is not impressed. He does lower the volume a little, though, because he's been in Denmark's place before. And he doesn't want other people to find out where he is. He's only just acquired the pitchfork, and he still has to come up with a strategy. To fight properly with the pitchfork, he'll have to practice first, too. It won't do to rush into battle with a weapon he's unfamiliar with]

[He suppresses the urge to poke Denmark with the other, blunt end of the pitchfork. ~~Is this what being Norway feels like?~~]

You really shouldn't get drunk when you're in the middle of a battle. [Just ask Austria]

[~~probably~~]

[mumbles and flops his stuffed crayfish at him, keeping one hand over an ear]

They said it were a safe zone...

[they say a lot of things, but shhh.]

[Germany instinctively ducks out of the way when Denmark throws something at him. When he sees it's just a stuffed crayfish and not a weapon, he bends to pick it up]

But this barn isn't! It's pure luck nobody happened to come across you and take you out in your sleep.

[Turning the crayfish over in his hand, he inspects the thing, making sure it isn't a secret weapon of some kind, before he holds it out for Denmark to take back]

Is that what they gave you for a weapon?

[...ah. thanks, dude.]

[curls up around the crayfish and props his head more comfortably onto a lump of hay]

Got this at th'karaeoke bar fer commiseratin' purposes.

[wait]

[looks at the pitchfork]

[give him a sec, the gears are turning and he THINKS he's supposed to be worried, but he's not remembering 100% why]

--take me out.

[hang on, still turning]

[Germany doesn't realize the gears are still turning. ~~His own are still turning, too.~~ He just thinks he needs to clarify]

Ah, kill you. To put it bluntly.

...I didn't mean taking you out to dinner.

[right]

Right.

[and he's still looking at the pitchfork and then it clicks why battle--deathmatch--weapon--pitchfork--takeyouout is tripping alarms]

[scrambles back a little bit and OH HI THERE BARN WALL]

...farm-ta-table ain't yer thing, huh?

...Ah?

What are you suddenly backing up for?!

If I wanted to attack you I would've done so straight away!

[THAT'S NOT VERY TACTICAL OF YOU, BUD]

[actually no, Germany's right, he was easy pickings in the hay pile]

[phew]

[sags back down]

So, ya got a rule manual ready fer all'a us, then, Cap?

[trust Germany to walk into a deathmatch and start lecturing folks!]

Ah, no. They gave me a bulletproof vest for a weapon, not a manual.

[Of course. When someone does kill him, rest assured he'll lecture them that they're not killing him properly]

[....]

[.........]

[.........ugly laugh-snort. dude.]

So, yer not playin', huh?

No. I'm trying to make a raft with Italy and the other America so we can escape. [Even though he hasn't actually met or discussed things with her yet. It's his running strategy]

...I doubt it's going to be that easy, though.

Can't they jus' set yer collar off if they catch ya?

[not to discourage him, but he doesn't want his pals dying a gruesome, preventable death!]

[Carefully runs his finger over the seam of his collar]

It's hard to tell, I can't inspect my collar if it's in a place like this. From a first glance, it looks like they can remotely detonate it whenever they want.

[cranes his neck to see]

[doesn't get a whole lot out of his survey. the collar's pretty simple-looking on the outside, which probably means it's pretty high-tech on the inside.]

[reaches out to feel for any buttons or mini-antennae on the...beepy-lighty part. thing.]

[PANICS. This is like when the Italies threw away the pin and kept the grenade all over again]

[Tries to grab Denmark's wrist and pull his hand away]

What are you doing?! Stop that! Stop that right now!! It might have touch-sensitive sensors that'll trigger an explosion!

[OOPS]

[stops]

Jus' thought I'd have a look at it...

[y'know, since Germany was saying he couldn't tell from looking himself...]

...can't really see nothin', tho'! 's got fancy bluetooth technology! Or summat!

[That actually sounds like a good idea. Minus the part where Denmark touches the collar]

Ah, even if it has, it has to be made up of components. Look closer, see if you can find a panel or the head of a screw somewhere. It can be any size, so inspect it thoroughly!

More importantly, don't touch it!!

[With that, he tilts his head back, staring at the clouds and giving Denmark a decent view of his collar. And tentatively lets go of Denmark's hand, trusting that he's not about to touch any screws or buttons he may find]

Edited 2015-02-08 18:37 (UTC)

[well, he needs to get a look at it somehow, so Germany's neck is going to take a little poking and prodding while he gets a better vantage point]

[tries to get a look at the back of it]

[but it's not like he sees any screws or buttons-- the plastic mounting seems to be covering access to the bomb mechanism]

's all plastic back here, Cap! Don't see a way in that don't involve goin' in through th'back!

[gives it another look from the bottom end of the collar for good measure]

[Sighs in dejection]

They've really thought this battle through, haven't they?

[If he weren't at risk of losing his friends and one of his nation lives, he might be able to respect their ability to plan and engineer this entire battle]

Then that leaves us two options. Try to escape.

...Or play the game.

[At this point, he can't deny he's considering it in the back of his mid. If there's truly no other option...]

[scoots around back to see if there's anything else over there]

[tries to guide Germany's head forward with his fingertips]

Head down a mite?

[peeeeeeeeers]

's an awful lotta trouble ta go ta fer shits an' giggles, I'll give 'em that.

[...and he doesn't like where Germany's train of thought is headed, so...time to offer up his.]

There's gotta be folks in charge, tho', right? If we can get t'where they're workin' from we might have ourselves a shot at takin' this whole operation down.

[escaping included, naturally. they've come back fine every other time, but that just means they're running out of excuses not to take the Game back into their own hands]

[you'd think they'd figure something out by the 4th game!]

Edited 2015-02-08 21:24 (UTC)

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