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Dec. 26th, 2010 01:42 amI would suggest noone touch their 'presents' without fair warning that they will probably upset you or cause you harm. It was foolish of some of you to trust them implicitly.
I will be opening mine in an isolated location tonight, near midnight. If you encounter me, please do not come near me. I may be dangerous.
[Tonight, bundled in the warmest clothes she has, Chizuko's trudged up to Makeout Point with her presents. You may find her in one of three states:
1: Shaking, but not from cold. She drank the bottle, and now fear courses through her in adrenaline-laced waves. Her teeth chatter. Her muscles do not respond to her commands to start walking home. Swaying there, the effect is like watching a lone sapling being buffeted by harsh wind.
2: Gone. She opened the other present and is in Westport. The wrapping, box, and bottle are all still there though.
3: At night the day after she returns. She's in bed and seemingly things are back to normal. Sleepiness closes sticky cotton over her eyelids. In dreams though, she can feel the hideous strength of the panther as its paws pin her to the ground. Every bite it takes she can feel, a ripping kind of agony and wrongness, pain and sickening amputations, until she knows she's dying and...wakes up with a shout, clammy with fear-sweat.]
I will be opening mine in an isolated location tonight, near midnight. If you encounter me, please do not come near me. I may be dangerous.
[Tonight, bundled in the warmest clothes she has, Chizuko's trudged up to Makeout Point with her presents. You may find her in one of three states:
1: Shaking, but not from cold. She drank the bottle, and now fear courses through her in adrenaline-laced waves. Her teeth chatter. Her muscles do not respond to her commands to start walking home. Swaying there, the effect is like watching a lone sapling being buffeted by harsh wind.
2: Gone. She opened the other present and is in Westport. The wrapping, box, and bottle are all still there though.
3: At night the day after she returns. She's in bed and seemingly things are back to normal. Sleepiness closes sticky cotton over her eyelids. In dreams though, she can feel the hideous strength of the panther as its paws pin her to the ground. Every bite it takes she can feel, a ripping kind of agony and wrongness, pain and sickening amputations, until she knows she's dying and...wakes up with a shout, clammy with fear-sweat.]
